Title: Now I'll Do My ABC's (A) Author/Artist: gala_apples Rating: nc17 Pairing: Remus/Albus Severus Kink(s): alpha!Remus, public sex, crossgen (a/d: Remus is 62 when Albus is 16) Challenge: Lusty Month of May 2010 Word count: 1057 Summary: Albus Severus with Alpha!Remus in an Amphitheatre. Notes: So, not getting any partner offers here or on my personal journal, I decided to challenge myself. For the first 26 days i'm doing an alphabet thing. Also, partially inspired by the Our Lady Peace concert I went to yesterday and today.
Remus doesn't know how he's managed to become the bloody chaperon. It's not a very good placement in hindsight, considering his hand is on the curve of Al's arse, standing too close to a dozen people in the middle of the amphitheatre.
Harry is protective of his children (they believe ridiculously so, but then they are never told of all the defeated kidnapping attempts). When they were younger it was fine. The three were happy to spend every day with their father, ice cream and holding hands. But at nine, eleven and twelve, it was no longer acceptable.
And so James, Al and Lily made a compromise. They can go anywhere they want, if a friend of Harry's comes with them. Having nothing better to do, Remus finds himself accepting whenever Al asks.
The problem is, Albus loves music. He's the first person Remus has met in his sixty odd years that doesn't stay in a particular genre. If it's playable, Al wants to listen to it, will sing along to it. Christmas breaks aren't about a mad dash for present buying, or getting stuffed by grandma Weasley, or even an escape from homework and possible detentions for sneaking away after curfew to listen in an empty classroom. For Al Potter, Christmas break is two full weeks of going to ask many venues as possible, sadly interrupted for a full day on December 26th.
Of course, every time Albus wants to attend a concert, he's got to take someone with him. Remus is the only one with both the patience and the free time to go to a piano recital in the morning, a karaoke bar in the afternoon, and a metal concert in the evening. He's a bit old to have his horizons expanded, but a large portion of the music Al drags him to is good. Harry offers to compensate him for his time, which Remus shrugs off. Al's a friend, never mind the age difference.
But then, as all good things must come to ruin, it starts to get awkward. Al goes to a concert with Kingsley. Never mind that it's a band Remus has never heard of and has no particular reason to want to go, never mind that it's apparently Kingsley's favourite band ever. When Remus finds out he punches the wall hard enough to crack his knuckles. The swig of Skelegrow goes down painfully.
When Remus tries to make it clear that from now on, Albus is only to take him out, Albus thinks he's joking. He laughs. Remus does what anyone would do, he slaps Al across the face. Instead of watching his face slowly turn red, he moves in and begins to snog him. His teeth are sharp against Al's lips, but Al doesn't push him away.
The next venue they go to, Remus fucks Al in the loo. They can hear the jazz quartet from the other side of the thin wooden door, no doubt the audience can hear them too. Remus doesn't even consider a silencing charm, he wants everyone to hear, everyone to know. Al belongs to him, and that is a fact everyone should be aware of.
It's the last day of Easter break before Al has to go back to Hogwarts to finish his sixth year. Al takes him to a massive concert, an amphitheatre. There are the pathetic, penniless people in the stands, but thanks to Harry's never-ending stream of money facilitating his children's dreams, Al's got 'seats' on the grass. It's a muggle venue, so as sweaty as Remus is from the sun beating down overhead and the press of the crowd, he can't risk a cooling charm.
The band starts -unless it's the frontband, Remus is never sure about these things- and it's some sort of rock electronica thing; keyboards and lasers, but fast and hard enough that the crowd around him put up their elbows and start pushing. Remus never thought he'd find himself moshing at sixty two, even a wizarding sixty two, but it's thrilling. He jams his body against everyone else, trying to get closer to the stage like every other person, even though he doesn't care who's playing. He sees Al get an elbow in the face, so he clocks the guy before clamping his hand on Albus' arse. Al doesn't seem to care, it's the occupational hazard, but it's the principle of the thing.
At intermission the crowd thins out a bit, people heading up the stairs for piss breaks and more beer. Remus just turns sideways and starts licking stripes on Al's sweaty neck. His young one bucks when Remus sticks his hand down Al's jeans, groans loud enough to attract the attention of the people around him. Remus is thrilled, the only way this could go bad is if the bouncers notice and kick them out.
It's great to make him fall apart. Most of the day he's content to let Albus go about his normal routines, Remus doesn't feel the need to control everything. But there are moments, random moments he plucks from the air on his own whim. It's not always about sex, it's about Albus knowing who's in control. When he can stop Al from putting sugar in his coffee with a light touch to the wrist, when he sees Al put the packet back without a word said by either, Remus gets a jolt of joypowerexcitment.
His hand moves faster, he bites down on Albus' throat, moves his mouth a fraction and bites again. They're attracting attention, in his periphery he can see the crowd forming a loose circle around them. Remus is showing off, he'll kill anyone that ever touches Albus, but he'll do it wherever he wants. It's his right, somehow.
Remus doesn't care that Albus' jeans turn noticeably darker with his come. Maybe he'll let Albus spell it away, maybe he'll Apparate to the next room after dropping Al off at home and listen to him trying to explain. He hasn't decided yet. All he knows is that it's only a few months until summer vacation, and by then he'll have everything he needs in order to let Al live with him. The ideas of what he'll do will be enough to get him through those lonely nights.