LMOM#16 - Revelations
Title: Revelations Author: hpsauce Rating: NC-17 Pairing: Remus/OMC, Remus/Sirius Kink(s): prostitution Challenge: Lusty Month of May 2009 Word count: 2258 Notes: gala_apples asked for sirius and james discovering that remus is a rentboy. i think she probably expected something a little more smutty (and probably less cliche) :| smuttiness tomorrow instead? :D [ sorry about earlier header confusion...fixed now :D ]
Saturday 14th April 1979 - 21:00
"Are you sure you can't get the day off, Moony?" James pleads. His eyes are wide behind his glasses, a pitiful attempt at replicating Sirius' kicked-puppy expression.
Remus has to remain strong.It is hardly a choice as to which is the more attractive option. It isn't so much that he wants to work on the evening of a 'boy's night out'. He just knows that if he doesn't work tonight he won't be able to afford new shoes and he refuses to attend James' wedding next month in ruined, too-small brogues.
He can't say that, though. Instead, he repeats his mumbled lie about needing to work if he wants to keep his job beyond the full moon. James and Sirius look sympathetic and, although Remus hates pity, he is pleased they swallow it so easily.
He apparates away. He walks from the aparition point at the corner of Knockturn Alley and then bows into the dusty pub a few shops down. The air is thick and smokey. He coughs as he walks across to the bar.
"Can I buy you a drink?" a man asks and Remus flashes him a false smile.
Saturday 14th April 1979 - 21:30
The stone is damp and cold. Remus has not put down a cushioning charm. The johns get worried if he uses his wand. They are nervous about getting caught. They don't seem to understand that Remus has a lot more to lose if he is caught by the Aurors.
"Don't just stare at it," the man (tall, slender, grey-haired) says sharply.
He's not paying by the minute, so Remus thinks politeness wouldn't kill him. It is not his place to judge though. He unbuttons the man's fly and pushes the material (silk) of his underpants aside. He takes his cock in his hand gentley, stroking the underside with fingers that feel inexperienced (they like it when they think he's new to this) but are most definetly not.
"Stop playing around," the man spits, "and put that pretty mouth of yours to use."
Remus leans forward and ghosts a breath against the head. He leans forward and licks the head, tasting bitter pre-come. He resists the urge to pull a face at the taste.
He takes the man's cock into his mouth with practiced ease. At first, he used to choke. Now, he takes the man's cock into his mouth in it's entirety. Not that impressive (the man's cock certainly isn't) - but the sound the john makes suggests that it is more than enough.
Saturday 14th April 1979 - 22:00
"Padfoot?" James muttered, kicking at his friend's shins. Sirius continued to stare ahead, looking despondent.
"Padfoot?" he tried again.
"Hmm?" Sirius replied, his eyes fixed on the witch before them. He might not be looking away, but his face suggested he was not avidly interested in what might be hiding under her shrinking robes.
"Let's get out of here," James said.
"What?" Sirius sat up, "we're only an hour in."
"And I'm saying we're moving on," James said, "I can't bear to sit here watching you being glum. Let's find somewhere else."
"I brought you to a strip club, didn't I?" Sirius said, "I'm a good friend. I don't know what your problem is."
"Where's the bent version of this?" James asked.
Sirius blinked at him.
"Very well," James said, "I'll just have to ask."
Saturday 14th April 1979 - 22:30
"Oh God!" the john (blond, young, obviously muggleborn) cried. His fingers tangled in Remus' hair, pulling painfully. Remus winced around his cock, pulling back slightly.
"Oh God!" the john moaned again as Remus nibbled on his foreskin using just a hint of teeth, balancing effotlessly between giving pleasure and giving pain.
"Oh Guh-!" the john whimpered as Remus licked the underside of his cock. The hands in his hair tightened even more and the john bucked his hips forward, almost bloodying Remus' nose.
He came quickly, spilling himself across Remus' face. Remus tried his best to hide his disgust as he wiped at himself with a handkerchief.
"Sorry," the man mumbled before dropping the payment onto the floor.
Remus picked it up and slipped it into his backpocket with a small grin.
Saturday 14th April 1979 - 23:00
"It doesn't look much," James said, standing outside the dusty-looking pub in Knockturn Alley.
Sirius shuddered, looking around. The area felt unwelcoming. He could feel the hairs on the back of his neck standing up, as if he was being watched by someone hidden.
"Can't we just go back to-?"
"No!" James answered, turning around a glaring at him. "It's my choice tonight, Padfoot."
"So why are we going here for me?" Sirius asked, pouting.
"Who said we were?" James asked, "I'm going to be married to Evans next month. I'm going to see tits whenever I want. Maybe I want something a little different."
Sirius sighed and shook his head. He knew full well that James did not mean it.
This was Prongs after all. The same Prongs who had run off to brush his teeth after kissing Sirius in a game of Spin the Bottle. The very thought of him with a man was laughable.
"Coming then?" James asked, striding towards the door.
Sirius hurried to catch up.
Saturday 14th April 1979 - 23:30
"You're beautiful," the john purred, leaning forward and pressing a soft kiss to Remus' bruised lips. His thick, red hands reached up and stroked the sides of Remus' face, his touch gentle and reverent.
Remus slid to his knees, feeling shaken, but the john's hands stopped him. He looked up into his dark eyes, not having to fake the look of confusion on his face.
"I'll pay extra," he said.
"I don't like to-," Remus began.
"Forty galleons," the john said, his hand brushing along Remus' cheeks.
Remus swallowed hard. Forty galleons was a lot of money. He could afford a new suit for the wedding - he would be able to have tomorrow off.
"Okay," he said weakly with a smile.
The john smiled back.
"I have a room," the man said.
Remus knew he should stick to public places but his knees were bruised and bloody and he had forgotten what it felt lke to be dry and warm. He nodded once.
They were just passing the front of the pub when he heard a familiar voice.
"Moony?"
Remus turned around instinctively.
Sirius stood in the doorway looking beyond shocked. His eyes took in everything in the scene slowly. Remus' appearance, he prescence of the older man beside him, the outline of coins in the back pocket of Remus' tight jeans.
"You should be ashamed of yourself," Sirius spat. Remus winced, even when he realised that Sirius was not looking at him.
The john spluttered something. His fingers pressed Remus' wrist once, a promise that he would return, and turned away. Remus listened to the sound of his shoes echoing against the cobbled pavement, as he turned to face Sirius the silence between them was deafening.
"What's going on?" James asked, appearing behind Sirius. He looked confused, intoxicated, his happiness at odds with the awkward conversation.
"Moony was just-," Sirius said and then stopped. He looked as if the very thought pained him.
He stepped forward.
Remus tried his best to continue making eye contact, even though he wanted to look away more than anything.
"You don't have to do this," Sirius whispered. His eyes were shimmering oddly, his lips drawn into a pale, straight line.
The sight of his face made Remus' stomach ache. He hated himself at that moment, hated the fact that he had done something that had disgusted Sirius - Sirius who had stood by him through everything else.
"I've already sucked off three blokes tonight, I'd say I've already done it."
He hadn't meant to speak so harshly. The squeezing pain became worse. He couldn't bear to look at Sirius' eyes as they flicked down to his lips.
He knew what they looked like, remembered his reflection when he returned home from a night at the pub. They were bruised, puffy, their use obvious to anyone who dared to look.
James whistled lowly. Remus flicked his eyes over to him, seeing James watching the both of them from the doorway. As Remus watched he wound his way towards them.
"Glad you could make it," James said with a grin, as if the conversation was not painfully awkward, as if Remus had come along to the stag party with a pitcher of butterbeer and not stumbled upon it armed only with startling revelations.
"Moony," Sirius said quietly, he looked heartbroken. He reached forward and pressed his finger to Remus' lip. Remus flinched away instinctively. "Moony, you should have said. I would have- We would have-. Moony."
"Let's go back to the Leaky," James said, pushing his way between them, even though it was a close fit. Pressed together, Remus could smell the alcohol on his breath.
He considered going after the john, getting that forty galleons.
One look at James' eyes told him that he didn't have a choice.
Sunday 15th April 1979 - 00:00
"Four weeks until my wedding," James said cheerfully, looking up at the clock as it struck midnight. He set three bottles of butterbeer down on the table.
Remus smiled weakly up at him before reaching across and taking the butterbeer. He was already tipsy enough - johns always insisted upon plying him with alcohol even when he could do his job well enough sober.
Sirius ignored the bottle that had been set down before him. His eyes were still fixed on Remus. He hadn't said anything in a long while. His gaze made Remus uncomfortable.
"Do you still drink butterbeer, Moony?" James asked.
"Yeah," Remus muttered, picking up the bottle. He gazed at it, as if it held the answers to all his problems.
Silence reigned, the carefree chatter of the other punters seeming far away.
"Why do you do it?" Sirius finally asked.
There was a pause. James sipped at his butterbeer. Sirius glared at Remus. Remus looked down at his hands.
"Why do you think, Pads?" Remus said, frowning. "No one wants to employ me and I need to eat and pay rent like everyone else."
Sirius looked away, finally. He admired the tabletop as if it were a priceless painting and not plain, overly-polished wood.
"Does it pay well?" he asked.
"Stop it," James said, "this is ridiculous."
"Well enough," Remus said, "you lost me forty galleons back there."
"Forty galleons?" Sirius asked.
"It's a lot of money," Remus said. He hoped Sirius felt some regret for forcing Remus to lose that john. It might make up for the ridiculous, meaningless regret that was coiling in Remus' chest.
"A lot of-?" Sirius said, "I'd give you forty galleons if you asked."
"I don't want charity," Remus replied angrily. It always came down to this. He didn't want to live off his friends. He wasn't a child, he wasn't a pet, he had the right to want to earn his own living.
"But you seem happy enough to give it," Sirius said, "only forty galleons for a suck?"
"No," Remus said, flushing. He could not believe he was talking about this with Sirius. He had no right to ask for details.
"No?" Sirius said, his gaze was calculating. "Are you a bloody idiot, Lupin?"
Remus winced at the sound of his surname. He turned away.
"That's enough," James said, "for Merlin's sake. Just shut up and drink - talk about Quidditch or something."
"You're worth more than that," Sirius said, barely more than a growl.
Remus winced. He picked up the bottle before him and gulped it down, almost choking. He felt sick and he didn't think it was due to the alcohol.
Sirius fell silent. Remus looked down at his empty butterbeer, wishing he had not finished it. His hands felt empty with nothing to occupy them.
As if reading his mind, Sirius' hand settled over his. Remus looked up in surprise, his entire body stiffening.
James quickly excused himself.
Sunday 15th April 1979 - 01:30
"I can't believe you didn't tell me," Remus said, standing outside the door to his flat. Standing still was difficult and he was not sure if it was the alcohol or the shock of the evening that made him feel so dizzy.
"You can't-?" Sirius choked. He smiled. It didn't quite meet his eyes. He shifted awkwardly from foot-to-foot.
"I wasn't sure how you'd take it," he said, "but after tonight I thought, well, it's hardly the most shocking revelation of the evening."
Remus smiled and leaned forward, ghosting his lips over Sirius'. Sirius leaned closer, drawing Remus into his arms. He pressed their lips tightly together, so tightly that it was almost painful. His hand gripped Remus' arms tight enough to bruise.
The kiss left Remus dizzier than ever. He stumbled as they pulled apart, leaning heavily against his door.