gala_apples (gala_apples) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2009-05-29 21:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | #lmom 2009, author: gala_apples, kink: delayed orgasm, kink: group sex (4+), kink: wanking (solo or mutual), remus alone, remus/peter pettigrew, remus/sirius/james/peter |
lmom day twenty nine
Title: Christmas Hols
Rating: nc17
Pairing: Remus/hand, sort of Remus/Sirius/Peter/James, Remus/Peter
Wordcount: 3064
Kink(s): circle jerk, delayed orgasm, hurt/comfort
Challenge: LMOM 2009
Summary: Everyone's household runs differently, some better then others.
Notes: me and hpsauce are fic prompting each other every day. today's is "remus/?? - sex in the snow - in which someone is terrified their balls are going to freeze but giving up and going inside is not an option (bonus points for adorable winter-wear...)" this ended up being much different at 9.45pm then the plan was at 3.30. i hope you still like it.
also, not as much of a self-beta as most of them, if there are problems tell me in a comment and i'll edit.
It had made sense at the time. Of course they wanted to spend Christmas hols together, following that they only had to find a place. Both Remus' and Sirius' homes were off limits, mothers not willing to tolerate those different from themselves. Peter and James had written off letters to their parents, but it was a matter of getting replies before hols started.
Staying at Hogwarts was the natural solution. In some ways it was the best solution, at least that was what Remus told himself. They wouldn't have to pack up everything only to unpack it two weeks later, nor would they get dragged into the cooking and clean up Christmas involved. But when the Potter owl landed in the middle of the tray of scones, they'd all held their breath. Having Christmas at school just wasn't the same as having it in someone's home.
James scanned it quickly, then jumped up and began waving his letter in the air. "You can come, you can come!" Remus beamed and Sirius reached out to hug Peter. Winter hols together, what could be better?
Except, there were a few things James had neglected to tell the rest of the Marauders. Things that probably would have resulted in the Marauders choosing to stay at Hogwarts over James' house.
As it turned out, James' parents were a bit concerned about his moral fibre. It hadn't been nearly enough to be sorted into Gryffindor, they needed to make sure everything he did in their presence was what a decent, polite person would do, in hopes that the habits would rub off and he'd act the same way during the year.
Peter'd gotten a shock the first time they'd sat down for dinner. Most wizarding households had magical dinnerware so that bowls and plates could be summoned across the table when their contents were called out. No matter how many times Peter called potatoes, they wouldn't drift over to him. Sirius had finally picked up the bowl and passed it down the table, slightly disturbed that a magical house didn't have magic. Remus soon learned otherwise though; he watched the Potters as they began to serve themselves. Their dinnerware had a second spell on it, one had to say 'please' before the item would come.
Sirius had rapidly found out that swearwords weren't to be spoken in the house. Literally. When he'd woken up the second day and stubbed his toe on the edge of the bed, Sirius' mouth was open and his lips were moving but no sound was coming out. Once he'd figured out the reason it had brought on a second wave of cursing. "I can't... swear? ... stupid... .... .... ... Potters. Why in the ... would they do such a ... ... spell?"
He'd walked out on Sirius' aborted cursing to have a shower, and like every morning since second year, he'd begun to wank. The water heated his body, the hard pressure spray felt like a massage against his back, showers were a comfortable and private place and by far his first choice for where to have a wank.
As the sensation built up in his belly, Remus braced himself against the tiled wall. He'd been wanking long enough to know that as he came his knees would buckle. It wouldn't do to collapse, the resulting thud would attract attention in a way the same noise at Hogwarts wouldn't.
But nothing happened. He stayed on the verge of orgasm until Peter began banging on the door demanding to be let in, the occasional pause revealing Peter too was cursing, but there was never that instant when he went over the edge. Remus sighed, turned off the water and wrapped a towel around his waist. If Peter noticed his erection, he didn't say anything.
Experiments that night in the guest bed, then the next morning in James' bedroom proved what Remus had feared. The Potters had warded the house with an old fashioned spell designed to keep young men and women chaste until marriage. Remus could wank all he wanted, but until he got back to Hogwarts he wouldn't come, and the lack of orgasm meant all he was doing was teasing himself. A good strategy if one had a bed partner, to get them more worked up, but cruel if one was alone.
He consoled himself with the thought that he only had to stay eleven more days. Christmas hols were two weeks, and whilst that was an eternity when waiting to get off, it was easily counted. Each day he was one day closer to being able to wank. Whom he really felt sorry for was James, imagine not being able to wank the entire summer. Remus knew he wouldn't be able to do it, and wouldn't want to be James. How did he not have a mental breakdown?
It was December 31st when Remus snapped. He was done following the rules of the Potter house, and if one pointed out all he had to do was wait less then 24 hours well, then they were probably a smarmy Ravenclaw and being as he was a Gryffindor he didn't have to listen to logic.
Wards were a simple concept, he'd heard and read about them since his childhood. For Remus to stay a werewolf in a muggle town, the wards had to be as strong as possible. They were very specific, spelled to protect the house only from exactly what was said. A spell to protect a house from burglary would allow in a stranger who's intent was to borrow an item and return it at a later time. Remus thought- or rather he hoped- that the ward around the Potter home to enforce chastity was just that... around the home.
So in the middle of the last night at James' house, he got dressed and grabbed a handkerchief to stick in his back pocket. There was no magic to be used outside of school, so a cleaning charm wouldn't suffice. He was almost out the door when Sirius moaned sleepily "Moony?"
He startled, but as far as it went, he was lucky. If he'd been sharing a room with Peter or James he'd have been screwed, they were light sleepers. "Go back to sleep, Pads. I'm just going to the loo."
"'K." Sirius murmured, then Remus heard the rustle of blankets being pulled up higher. He sighed in relief as he closed the door behind him and tiptoed down the stairs.
The backyard was small, less then twenty by twenty feet. Everything was glistening with snow, blue and silvery-black in the night. Remus' teeth started to chatter as he stood in just his normal robe, it soon became obvious that winters wherever James lived were harsher then winters in Scotland. He leaned against the house for a moment as his hand travelled to his pants, but the siding bit into his back and he inched away from it.
It would have to be a quick wank, that much was apparent. If he tried to prolong it too much, the cold would leech away his arousal. Worse then that, he might get frostbite. Not that Remus planned on trying to draw out the session, he'd been waiting for ten days and even a minute more was too long.
It was in that frame of mind that Remus was jerking fast when the door opened and Sirius came out in his customary winter robes with a fuzzy knitted hat. He had a cigarette in hand, and lit it with a muggle lighter before popping it between his lips. Remus turned slightly so Sirius couldn't see what he was doing, but he couldn't stop, not now.
"Did you know I can't even smoke in that fucking house?" Sirius' eyes lit up as he heard himself swear. "Fuck, shit, arsehole, bastard, sodding hell HA! Fuck this place."
"Sirius, please, gimme a bit of privacy? Can you smoke in five minutes?" Remus begged. The man in question looked at him, frowning before he smirked, lips distorted around the smoke.
"Oh! We can wank outside! Amazing, I'm going to go tell the boys. Sod this house." Sirius began to take a step into the house, then seemed to realise his cigarette would go out if he did. He pocketed the lighter but passed Remus the smoke before bounding inside.
Remus sighed, then placed the cigarette between his lips. He needed both his hands, and whilst he wasn't a smoker himself, he did like the smell. The smoke began to waft up his nostrils as the end burned unchecked, but he didn't much care. He had to finish before Sirius came back, undoubtedly with James and Peter in tow. Sirius had the power to convince anyone to do anything, Remus was certain he'd convince James and Peter to get up in the middle of the night to wank in the freezing cold.
Unfortunately the screen door opened before he came, and hearing the door creak brought down his arousal a notch. Out came the three, Peter wearing mittens and a hat, James from the look of it wearing three jumpers and big thick boots.
"You know, five years of wanting to wank and I never figured out that all I had to do was go outside." James commented, hand already opening his zipper.
"That's because our Moony is a brilliant man, whilst you're a moron," Sirius explained with a grin. He leaned over and kissed Remus' cheek, lips warm against his chilled body. Then he plucked the cigarette out of his mouth and began to suck heavily on it himself.
"You know, you might want to take the mitts off," Remus couldn't help but suggest as Peter struggled with his zipper before finally sucking in his gut and cramming his hand straight down the waistband.
"Actually, it feels rather nice. Odd, but nice. Different then normal-" Peter managed to get out before releasing a moan into the night air.
Remus attempted cut off all sensory organs except touch. he didn't want to notice anything about anyone else, he just wanted to come. He tried to keep his gaze forward and up, focusing on the haze of smoke Sirius was exhaling. But that lead to tracking them back down to Sirius' mouth, and once he was watching Sirius' mouth he couldn't help but look at Peter and James'. James was biting hard on his bottom lip, clearly struggling to keep in all his noises. Peter was nearly hyperventilating, each exhale producing a quick mist of white before it dissipated.
"Christ," Remus heard someone moan. It didn't make sense, not one of them was religious, Remus'd be surprised if Sirius even knew what Christianity was. But the moan broke the ice, and suddenly a litany of curses came pouring out of all three teen's mouths. Remus closed his eyes, it was too much to hear their moans and see their faces.
But with his eyes closed, he could smell the burning tobacco, hear the sizzle of Sirius tossing the lit butt into the snow and quickly lighting another. He could smell Peter's aftershave, only recently had the teen begun to shave and it was still impossible to convince him he only needed to put a few drops of the scent on. He could smell James, between the layered jumpers and the reaction of wanking the chaser was sweating hard. It was too close to the moon... everything was too strong...
He pulled his hand out of his trousers and stood against the house, shaking more from his reaction then to the bitter cold. His breathing began to spiral out of control, he clamped his arms around his chest and tried to inhale slowly, but it was getting more and more difficult. He had no voice to alert his mates, his throat was locked.
James came first, eyes clenched, swearing like they were the only words he knew. His come splattered over the snow, sinking beneath the crust with the heat it contained. He swayed in spot, whispering more curses as he began to get his body back under control.
Peter was next, pulling a sodden mitten out of his trousers with a bit of a wince. He pulled it off and held it between two fingers at a dry spot.
Sirius was last, dropping to his knees on the cold snow.
Remus observed it all with locked open eyes, shaking. Peter winced again at the mitten, then looked up and tried to catch Remus' eye for a shared chuckle. Peter smiled, then frowned. "Hey, guys? Something's wrong with Remus."
If he could find any emotion but sheer panic pounding through his body, Remus would have found how quickly Sirius and James moved to him funny. Possibly even sweet. But he couldn't, his brain was screaming at him that he was in horrible trouble.
"What's the matter?" Sirius asked.
"Is this... was this... did something happen to you when-" James stammered. Remus let out a bubble of hysterical laughter before his throat swelled shut again. James thought he'd been molested as a child, touched inappropriately. How utterly ironic.
Peter threw the mitt down onto the snow and insinuated himself between Remus and the wall. He wrapped his arms around Remus in a bear hug, squeezing too tightly for comfort. Oddly, it was a comfort, and it allowed for Remus' tight grip on his own body to relax a bit. Sirius looked like he was about to slap Peter's arms away, but he stopped when he saw Remus' breath become slightly less stuttered.
"He's having a panic attack." Peter informed them unnecessarily.
"We're not fecking morons!" James shouted. "How do we make it go away?"
"Changes with each person. Have either of you ever seen Remus having one?" Sirius and James shook their heads, Sirius' eyes wild. "Nor have I. In general, you need to help the person breathe properly, and talk them out of panicking about whatever they're panicking about."
"Well, go on then, tell us," Sirius demanded. James reached out and punched him in the shoulder, hand still sticky, leaving a mark on Sirius' robe.
"You're such a twat, you can't just ask, Remus can't even talk!"
"Tomorrow's... full moon." Remus managed to get out a few syllables at a time.
"Yeah, that's why we're going back to Hogwarts in the morning. What's the problem?" James seemed more confused then anything else.
Remus worked hard at controlling his breathing. Peter was studying to be a Healer, and he was right. The only way Remus would work his way out of his panic was if someone else talked him out of it, and they had to know what it was first. Finally the words escaped his iron throat. "I don't usually go outside near the moon. Outside at all, really. Dropped Astronomy third year."
A quiver ran through Sirius, but it was James that spoke. "Does a nearly full moon affect you? Bring out the wolf, or something?"
"They study us like beasts. So we don't tell them everything they want to know." Remus pressed back against Peter, who squeezed tighter.
"Researchers? Yeah, fuck them all. So what don't we know from reading a textbook about your furry little problem?"
"Bigger it gets, stronger my senses. Outside."
"Your senses heighten as the moon waxes? That's cool." Remus shook his head rapidly against James' statement. "Or... not. Why not?"
"Too strong." Remus shivered against Peter, the man was pulsating with heat even in the dead of winter. "Lost focus."
"Fuck! Shit. Sorry." Sirius outburst made James look at him in confusion. "I'm an idiot."
"Yeah, we know that. But what did you do this time?"
"Remus, like the rest of us, has been waiting a long two weeks to wank. He finally escapes outside, and the moon is nearly full and it's only like a buzz in the back of his head. But then I come out, and you come out, and then he's got the smell of cigarettes and sweat and shampoos and aftershaves. And that's just smell, think of all the things he hears or feels. I bet he's just overwhelmed by everything around him. Can't focus on being Moony, because there's too much around him."
"Well, that's easy then. He just goes back inside, and everything fades."
"No, wouldn't work. He'd still be hard, and it would keep his attention on things. He'll be a wreck by the morning, and he needs to sleep. We all need to sleep." The unspoken words were they weren't going to get any sleep tomorrow, so it had to be now. Remus winced, he was always causing others problems.
"I'll take care of things. You two can go inside." Peter's voice sounded confident, unlike him. And as much as Remus trusted Peter, it was unlike either Sirius or James to let Peter take control. They stood watching and Remus winced again as Peter's long fingers worked into his pants and around his cock. The last thing he needed was for Sirius and James to decide he or Peter were queer.
But as Peter's hand was working him, James leaned over and placed his hand on Remus' shoulder to keep him steady. Soon Remus would have collapsed without Peter's arm under his armpit, soon after that he made a mess of his pants. James waved his wand and Remus was clean, and James was probably going to get tagged with an underage magic letter but Remus was too tired to worry. He hardly remembered making his way up the stairs, knew that Peter had him by arms walking backwards up the flight, as Sirius had his feet.
Once placed in his guest bed, James and Peter left the room, though reluctantly. Neither seemed to want to be the one to close the door. Sirius tugged the blankets over his still clothed body, and then before climbing into his own bed, kissed Remus on the cheek. It was Remus' turn to murmur, Sirius' turn to tell him it was nothing, to go back to sleep. Remus struggled to stay awake, but it was useless. After panicking he was always drained, after an orgasm was relaxed. Combining the two left him falling asleep before he could question any of his friends of their motives.
He didn't have to though. He already knew. They were the Marauders.