gala_apples (gala_apples) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2009-05-27 18:49:00 |
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Entry tags: | #lmom 2009, author: gala_apples, kink: oral sex, kink: public sex, remus/bill |
lmom day twenty seven
Title: Affairs
Rating: nc17
Pairing: Remus/Bill, mention of Bill/Fleur
Wordcount: 564
Kink(s): oral sex, exhibitionism
Challenge: LMOM 2009
Summary: Remus tries to deal with Bill after an emotional day.
Notes: me and hpsauce are fic prompting each other every day. today's is "remus/?? - st mungo's sex, a bit of h/c, a bit of exhibitionism"
"Look at it this way. At least she didn't do some sort of nasty impotency charm, right?" Remus is trying to console Bill as they walk the length of a corridor. It's not really working.
"I can see where you think it's funny. After all, it wasn't you that had an allergic reaction!"
"Oh, but purple looks good on you!"
"It really doesn't."
It really doesn't, but Remus is trying. In his youth, it was always him being comforted by others, he doesn't really have the skill himself. And "it's not like I got off scot free."
"Oh, shut up."
Remus can understand why the man is so cranky. When Fleur had caught them mid-coitus, she hadn't given either a chance for an excuse, as pathetic as it might have been. Instead, with an angry French shout a swarm of purple bumblebees had come out of her wand, each intent on stinging. They'd apperated away of course, but most of the insects had been on their skin and so had come with them. The common repelling spells didn't work and so they'd had to suffer through each bee stinging then dying as a welt raised up. Bill's lips had begun to turn blue, Remus thought he was having a panic attack about Fleur knowing until his body had followed suit. Remus had taken Bill to the first floor of St. Mungo's with almost a detached panic. He knew several of the older staff by first name, and Bill some of the younger. After a through check up, Healer Pye had informed them there was nothing they could do and he'd return to normal cream flesh in about a week.
"Hey. I love you, purple or not. How would you like me to prove it?" Sod this intuition stuff, Remus is going to go straight for the direct answer.
"Well, you could shut up, and then you could give me a blow." Bill says it in a way that means he's sure Remus won't. But this is what he's paid for, for months, with a currency of secrets and lies. He's earned the right to blow his boyfriend wherever he damn well chooses, and no one can take that away from him.
He pulls Bill into the nearest broom closet, finding it amusing that all the time at Hogwarts he never had to use a makeshift location, but now that he's an adult he's been reduced to cupboards. The look on Bill's face as Remus closes the door is worth the potential of getting found. They're still on the first floor, at the most Emmerus is going to laugh at them, calling them randy wolves.
He drops to his knees, accidentally jostling a couple of empty cauldrons. Bill curses as they clatter and make enough noise to attract all the staff in the hospital. Remus doesn't really care, knowing there are no negative consequences of getting caught. He pushes Bill's robe up and ducks underneath it, thick fabric quickly making the air around Remus' head warm and damp. The shock of Remus complying to a public tryst has excited Bill, the head of his prick already leaking. Remus pulls it into his mouth, addicted to Bill's taste. He breathes heavily through his nose, becoming rapidly oxygen deprived but hardly caring. This isn't about him, this is about making Bill's life a little better.