lmom day twenty three
Title: Sunday Morning Surprises. Rating: R Pairing: Remus/Ron Wordcount: 1585 Kink(s): first time, frottage, badsex. Challenge: LMOM 2009 Summary: Remus gets several surprises one Sunday morning. Notes: me and hpsauce are fic prompting each other every day. today's is "remus/ron - in which ron has drastically exaggerated his experience level, finally beds remus only to find remus wants him to take the lead, and he has no idea how two guys have sex" this is my least favourite fic of the month, i had a lot of trouble writing my sex god as bad at sex. i've been sleeping most of the day, and i'm going back to bed now. tomorrow's will be better.
Every Sunday morning there is breakfast. Everyone surviving the Battle of Hogwarts is welcome, whilst certain people must show up. It doesn't matter if you're painfully hung over, it doesn't matter if you've stayed up so late you're still drunk. Every Sunday the Weasleys and their closest allies and friends get a delightfully greasy morning meal.
Remus tends to be the first at the Burrow besides Arthur, Molly, Harry and Ron, who live there. Sleep troubles him so it' not hard to be up early and he likes the company more than his own silent flat. Radios blaring to take the silence away only serve to make it more noticeable.
It's been seven weeks since her death, long enough to realise he misses her like he misses James, desperately, but as a friend. The best thing they did together was to abstain from having the children she wanted, and if your best as a relationship is something you didn't do together there's a problem.
When he decides it's late enough to floo over, Molly and Arthur are nowhere to be seen, whilst Harry and Ron are both awake and dressed. They're playing chess, but the only powerful pieces Harry has left are a knight and a bishop. There are a lot of articles about Harry, Ron, and Hermione, all glorifying their heroics. None ever see fit to mention the negatives; the nightmares of Harry's, Ron's insomnia, or that Hermione's parents still don't recognise her. Harry and Ron are always awake when he gets to the Burrow, because they don't sleep more then a few hours.
They murmur 'hello' to Remus, otherwise keeping their concentration on the game. Harry, like so often in his life, is fighting to stay alive one more turn. Remus doesn't try to force conversation, content to merely watch the beautiful boys.
The silence breaks when Fred and George apperate, George holding a small sack. Remus still hasn't quite gotten used to knowing which twin is which by what scarring they have. It seems like twins should be able to pretend they're the other, but it doesn't work when George is missing an ear and Fred's whole body is scarred from the debris of the magical explosion.
George drops the bag right on top of the chessboard, scattering the pieces. Ron calmly moves the back and begins replacing the figures by memory as Ron's queen shakes her arm at the twins.
"What are those?" Harry asks when it becomes obvious Ron isn't going to.
"These, dear chap, are all the letters women bring to our shop trying to get into ickle Ronniekins' pants. They think they're being clever, going through us because you don't answer anything they send you."
"Now, I'm not saying we look through your private and personal mail, but do you know how many added nude photos to rather descriptive letters?"
Ron doesn't answer and Remus can see the twins' smiles faltering. Everyone has their own issues that can't be joked about, Fred and George as resident jokesters have learned the list better then anyone else. Judging from everyone's reactions, this is something the twins didn't know they couldn't joke about.
"Look, Ron'll never say it, so I'll do it on his behalf. Ron is never going to answer any woman's letter because he doesn't like women." Harry explains. Ron doesn't meet anyone's gaze as he slides a pawn up a space. Remus tenses. Harry obviously knows the orientation of his best mate and doesn't care, but in situations like these, the family's first reaction is just as important, if not more so then friends.
"Oh, is that it? Well, there are a bunch of letters from blokes too, we just didn't think you'd be interested."
"Don't need them. I've had sex loads of times, people whoring themselves out gets old quickly."
"Ohhh, touchy. Well, if you don't mind we're just going to continue flirting with anyone who brings in a letter. If they want one Weasley they want them all, right?"
"Do what you want," Ron says and in one move of a rook puts Harry in check.
As more people begin to arrive, Remus sinks into the background, as is customary. Normally he thinks of all the things the people at the table have lost but today he has other thoughts. He needs time to calm down his body, settle his stupid brain. Ron is devastatingly handsome, and Remus is reacting to the idea of him being available in ways he never did to Tonks.
He stays quiet the whole breakfast. It's not unusual behaviour, but it's the first time it's because he's attracted to a table member. It's when the group of happily eating people begins to break into groups of three or four sitting around to talk that Remus approaches Ron. A very large part of him screams at him to stop before he does something he can't take back, but he ignores it. Remus Lupin has very little left to lose.
He joins Harry and Ron in the living room. They're playing another game of chess; Harry's already lost a pawn. They look up, but it's as far as they acknowledge his presence. They've both grown quieter throughout their battles.
"Ron, I'm aware you said people whoring themselves out gets old quickly. But consider this my attempt at adding myself onto the list of people wanting to bed you." Remus smiles awkwardly. For a werewolf he certainly finds it hard to be in the predator mindset, narrowing in on what he wants and snagging it.
Harry's hand stutters and he knocks over half the pieces. Ron absentmindedly begins putting them back in the right places, and Remus thinks that right now is looking like a good time to go home. Then Ron speaks. "You're going to have to find someone else to finish the game. Who knows? You may win, if you're playing Kingsley or mum."
"Ron?" Harry questions.
Ron doesn't reply, just stands and takes Remus' hand in his own. Dazed but thrilled, Remus follows Ron up the five flights of stairs to his bedroom. It's funny to see that though all the other bedrooms in the Burrow are empty, Ron and Harry still sleep together.
"So, how do you want to do this?" Ron asks clinically. Remus becomes distracted looking at the man stripping off his shirt. Thin thready scars wind up his arms, but Remus is no stranger to scars. In Remus' eyes -and the eyes of hundreds of fans, he reminds himself cynically- Ron is beautiful, made of fire and cream.
"I'm one for bottoming, if that's alright with you," Remus offers. He wants Ron inside him; it's been ages since the last time Remus has gotten fucked.
"All... right," Ron draws out, leading Remus to think normally the man is a bottom as well. But he's not going to argue if Ron's okay with taking top.
Remus strips quickly and moves to the bed with the knitted blankets, knowing Molly it has to be Ron's. Normally he'd go into it with a lot more foreplay, but with twenty people in the house the lack of Ron is going to be noticed soon. Harry might not be able to cover for them, if he hasn't closed his jaw and blinked his eyes yet. Ron crawls on the bed with him, and Remus can see the hesitation in his eyes. It hurts, a bit, to know that he's not Ron's type, that this is likely pity sex. It doesn't hurt enough to call it off.
"Um..." Ron kneels behind Remus, who automatically swings his feet up. Remus knows something is up when instead of hooking a leg on each shoulder, Ron grabs his ankles and holds them together with one large hand. He presses his cock into the space between Remus' thighs and starts pumping his hips. Ron reaches around with his free hand and wanks the older man, dry and almost painful. Before Remus can suggest that they move from frottage to penetration, Ron's face screws up and he comes across Remus' legs.
Ron looks pleased with himself, wiping his hand across the come to clean it up whilst he's only smearing it. Remus is feeling quite cross, though he tries to mask it. "What was that?"
"Um? We just had sex." the unsaid word is 'duh', and for a moment Remus wants to smack Ron before something occurs to him.
"Was that your first time being with a bloke?"
"No!" Ron acts gravely offended, but as Remus continues to stare at him he cracks. "Maybe. Possibly. Well, it's not like I was lying! I don't want to shag any of those hundreds of people that want to shag me. I don't like the idea of being wanted for my name. I thought at least you knew me."
"Look. We certainly don't have the time for it right now; everyone is going to be wondering where you went. But if you come over to my flat, I can give you a first time that's actually properly done. Men do a lot more then this-" Remus gestures to the come spilled on his thighs "and I'd love to show you all of it."
Ron frowns for a second, then nods. "Sounds great. You're right, mum's going to be asking everyone where I've gone. Can I come over any time?"
"Well, not Sunday mornings." Remus smiles at Ron, who returns the expression before shucking his jumper back on and leaving his bedroom.