gala_apples (gala_apples) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2009-05-18 17:37:00 |
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Entry tags: | #lmom 2009, author: gala_apples, kink: public sex, remus/blaise |
lmom day eighteen
Title: Five Ways Remus Lupin Can Make A Picnic Go Wrong (and one way that isn't his fault).
Rating: r
Pairing: Remus/Blaise
Wordcount: 1607
Kink(s): public sex, delayed orgasm
Challenge: LMOM 2009
Summary: see title
Notes: me and hpsauce are fic prompting each other every day. today's is "Remus/? - in which a picnic takes a sexy turn only with more-realistic outdoor sex"
Blaise knows by now that Remus is shit at romance. It doesn't bother him. He sees a clear distinction between romance, love, and sex. If you have romance and love, you're eighty and don't have the working parts needed for fucking. if you have romance and sex you have a passionate short fling that's over before there's a change to collect damage. Love and sex was what Blaise wanted, someone to care about him, then fuck him.
When Remus writes him a letter to meet him near Hagrid's hut, Blaise rolls his eyes but writes back agreeing. It's their one year anniversary, of course Remus wants to attempt something nice. He's going to fail miserably, but Blaise will grin and bear it, because love and sex is better then romance.
He apperates as close as he can, then walks the rest of the way to the castle. The walk is reminiscent of the nights of sneaking out to Hogsmeade with Justin Finch Fletchly, tired of the trek but his stomach is buzzing nervously with anticipation. Remus is waiting beside the stone house, and he's holding something. On further inspection it's a picnic basket, and it's all Blaise can do to keep himself from groaning. A list of all the ways this can go horribly wrong begins compiling in his head, but he keeps the Slytherin smile plastered on his face.
"I thought we could have a picnic. I don't have any more classes for the day, but all the students will be busy until four at least, so we have some time alone." Blaise doesn't mind that Remus lives at Hogwarts. One of his best qualities is the ability to see things for what they truly are, without sugar-coating. He's able to look at himself and see that yes, there's an obvious reason why he's attracted to older men. There's also a pure Slytherin core that likes the idea of sneaking around molesting Remus on every surface without others finding out. Blaise likes that it's hard to find time alone, it makes it so much more devious when they do get together.
Not that they'd get in trouble even if they were found out. Most old families hold true to the belief that as long as the union causes a heir to be produced, whatever proclivities the individuals have don't matter. Mum believes that he'll eventually have a child, and thus she doesn't care that his primary interest is men. Remus' family is dead, and his friends aren't the sort to care about such things. Remus' friends don't even care about blood purity, it would be completely out of character for them to care about sexual preference. And Blaise is nineteen, well above the wizard age of consent, so regardless of how old his partner is, there's no issue.
"A picnic sounds pleasant." or at least it would if Blaise wasn't positive Remus was going to fuck it up.
Remus sets down the basket, and sits directly on the grass. Blaise waits patiently, but when Remus looks up at him it's obvious he has no idea what the problem is. "I'm not sitting on the grass. Didn't you bring a blanket?"
From the look on Remus' face, it's clear he'd never even considered bringing a blanket. The older man springs to his feet, divests himself of his robe, and places it on the grass. "You can sit on that, I'll wash it later."
It takes all Blaise has not to sniff in disdain as he sits on the threadbare robe. He runs his hand along it's length, attempting to smooth out a wrinkle, but it's useless. Remus begins to unpack the food, handing Blaise a large lidded cup with a straw out the top. Blaise hesitates for a moment before taking the tiniest of sips, as far as disasters forgetting a blanket isn't going to cut it. He wouldn't be surprised if the drink is one of the many fruit juices he's allergic to.
Luckily it's just pumpkin juice. More specifically it's a pumpkin flavoured ice smoothie, and it's delicious. Maybe the day isn't going to go too badly after all. "Thank you," he murmurs.
"Fruit or sandwiches first?" Remus asks cheerfully.
"What sort of fruit?" There are only about four things Blaise isn't allergic to.
"I got great juicy peaches."
"Can't. If I try, I'll break out in a rash, then possibly suffocate if my throat decides to close. I suppose I'll have the sandwich. What did you make?" At least Remus looks slightly remorseful for bringing the wrong fruit. Blaise doesn't really like the idea of sandwiches either, they seem so low class. But if it'll make the man happy, then Blaise can put up with it.
"I only made about a hundred. James and Peter and Sirius and I used to eat them by the dozens in the forest near James' parents house. Sirius liked them even when he was a dog, he'd try to eat it and the peanut butter would be stuck to the roof of his mouth. He could spend an hour trying to lick it off before turning back to human and swallowing like normal."
Blaise likes to hear about Remus' stories of his childhood, they're always so much different then his own. Even with the once a month werewolf transformation, Remus' seemed to have a sweeter childhood then Blaise had. Having a mum that loved him probably helped Remus. Still, there's a word that distracts Blaise from the story. With only seconds to spare before the container is opened, Blaise Banishes the sandwiches.
"What the hell?"
"Oh, come off it. You're the Defence teacher, you should be well aware that gnomes are feral when it comes to peanut butter. If they had smelled it on us, they could have eaten us alive." Really, it's a common fact for anyone who owns a home. Peanut butter does not go outside. Blaise doesn't mention father 5, whom had been left on the lawn smeared head to toe. They hadn't found much of him to identify, which was the point.
"Well, we can at least eat the cake." Remus pulls a large tupperware box out of the basket, then takes a second look at it. Somehow between the kitchen and Hagrid's hut it's been decimated, the sides of the tupperware are smeared with chocolate icing. "Sod it all. I'm sorry Blaise. I guess we can chalk this up to one more romantic event I've utterly ruined."
"Have I ever asked for romance, Lupin? Now come over here. I am not crawling across the grass-" said with the same tone as Hippogriff feces "to snog you and make you happy again. If you come here however, you may find yourself in luck."
Remus, clearly having no aversion to grass stains, crawls over to Blaise, grin on his face. "You are such a girl, sometimes."
They've only been snogging a minute when Blaise hears a distinct "meep!" he looks around, a handful of teenagers in blue are coming out of the forest. Not willing to put up with them as well as everything else, he stands and strides over to them. Close up, they look around fifteen.
"Skipping class, then?"
"No! Flitwick was sick, so Heather and Thomas and I decided to explore the forest. We're going to get our NEWTs in Care of Magical Creatures, but Hagrid hardly ever gets to show us the cool ones. We wanted to find our own."
"First, you're all morons. Which is somewhat surprising, considering your Ravenclaw uniforms. The Forbidden Forest is forbidden for a reason, you could die going in without knowledge of what lives there. Secondly, if Flitwick is sick then go study for his next class. Again, you're Ravenclaws, I shouldn't have to explain this. Thirdly, Professor Lupin and I are trying to fuck, so you need to leave, now, and you need to warn everyone you see to not come onto the lawns. Because if I see another student, I will hex first, ask questions later. Do you understand?"
The lone girl, Heather nods her head, and the three quickly make their way back to the castle. Satisfied, Blaise returns to Remus and the robe he's lying on. Blaise unbuttons his shirt slowly, letting the chilled air touch Remus' chest in increments. When it's off Blaise doesn't stop to sample what he's got, he immediately begins to work on Remus' trousers.
It's completely inappropriate for Blaise to be blowing a Hogwarts professor in the middle of the grounds, but Blaise has had enough propriety to last a lifetime. With a hot, hard cock stretching his lips open, resting along the line of his tongue, he doesn't care if the Headmistress herself comes to ask them to stop. He won't, not until he and Remus both orgasm, hopefully multiple times.
Of course, because Fate likes to mock him, it's not the Headmistress that wants them to stop. It's mother nature, and it's much more difficult to say no to her. Blaise shivers as the rain begins to fall, small drops at first. As they grow larger the wind picks up, and he notices how cold the water is. It only makes sense, it is September.
Blaise stands and pulls the hood of his cloak up. "No, don't stop. I was nearly-!" Remus cries, but Blaise ignores him. He wasn't about to have sex on the grass, and he's not going to have sex in the rain. Nor is he going to wait in the cold while Remus gets redressed. He sprints towards the castle, knowing that Remus will eventually meet him in his room.