Challenge: Lusty Month of May 2010 Word count: 887
Severus had won the first game of chess; Remus won the second. Halfway through that game they'd opened a second bottle of Firewhisky. They were well and truly pissed. Well, Severus was at any rate. What happened as the Potion's Master began to see his pieces disappearing from the board was so cliché, but not at all what Remus expected from Severus. He had asked that if he could take of pieces of clothing in exchange for leaving his playing pieces on the board. Strip chess was born. Remus hadn't seen any harm in it and if the game continued the way it had been going, Severus would be nude in no time.
His jumper came off first. Remus had been a little disappointed that he had worn a vest underneath. His trousers followed. Severus was down to his vest and pants before Remus lost a piece of clothing. He peeled his jumper off attempting to be sexy and suave and flex any muscle he could. Severus didn't try to hide the fact that he was staring. And he stared some more.
"Your move, Severus."
Severus fingered the hem of his vest and compressed his lips. It was apparent he wasn't looking at the board.
"The chessboard, Severus."
Severus flipped his hair away from his face. "Obviously, Lupin." He blew a stream of air upward to push away an errant strand or hair.
Remus forfeited his shoes and Severus was forced to give up his vest. It was time for Remus to turn up the heat; he wrapped his hand around his glass and stroked it. Severus' eyes strayed from the chessboard. Remus' hand kept to the familiar stroking motion and then he upped the ante. He poured himself a little more whisky and pretended to catch a drop from the glass on his finger. His tongue peeped out from between his lips and sucked his finger in.
Severus licked his own lips as he watched. Remus returned is hand to stroking the glass.
Another two moves on the chessboard and Severus lost another piece. He worried his lip and looked at Remus.
"Well, it's either the piece or the pants." Remus said gently.
"It's embarrassing." Severus grumbled; his speech slowed slightly by the liquor.
"Which, potentially losing the chess match or losing your pants?"
"Yes." Severus replied.
"I've seen you without your pants."
Severus scowled. "You have been teasing me with your glass."
"You've been teasing me with your body. Fair is fair."
The dark-haired man snorted. "S'not the same."
"Are you losing the pants or the piece Severus?"
"Pants." Severus mumbled and slipped out of them; he slid back into his chair so he could hide under the table.
Remus made his move on the chessboard and he gave his glass a quick exaggerated frig.
Severus groaned.
"Are you all right, Severus?"
Severus stuck his lower lip out. "You are a tease."
Remus worked his glass again. "I won't tease if you come over here."
"What will you do?" Severus asked suspiciously.
"What I'm doing to the glass or nothing at all. It's up to you."
"Will you let me win?"
"What do you want to win, Severus?"
"The chess match."
"All right you can win the match if you sit on my lap."
Severus inclined his head. "And you promise you won't do anything?"
Remus shook his head. "Not if you don't want me to."
"Fiine." Severus got up from his chair and moved toward Remus; his cock arrived first.
Remus shoved his chair back and held his arms open. "Straddle me."
Severus hesitated.
"I want to see you." Remus coaxed.
Severus did as he was asked and he gasped as his hard cock made contact with Remus' belly.
"Nice." Remus murmured.
"Not so nice." Severus wriggled his arse. "Your trousers are scratchy."
"We can fix that." Remus cast a wandless charm and his trousers and pants disappeared. "Mmm. Better?"
"You're hard."
"Of course. I've been watching you strip for me."
"Was trying to win." Severus mumbled as he rocked against Remus.
"And you did."
"But now there is this." Severus rocked harder.
Remus grinned. "We can both win at this."
"Can we?" Severus asked breathlessly.
"Of course. Slide back a bit." Remus shifted and conjured some lube. He slid his hand between them, and grasped both cocks and slicked them together. Severus groaned. Remus started a rhythm and stayed with it. Severus rocked his whole body into the slowing building cadence. As the tempo increased Remus twisted his hand over both cockheads every few strokes. Severus gasped and bit his lip. Remus moved his other hand to one of Severus' nipples and smoothed his thumb over it. The words more and yes and harder mixed with groans and gasps until Severus went rigid and spilled himself over Remus' hand and cock. Remus let the warm wetness pull him over the edge as well.
Severus slumped over Remus and wrapped his arms around the broad shoulders. "Mmmmm."
Remus held him there as their breathing slowed. "Severus?" he paused. "Severus?"
"Tired." Severus muttered.
"Ok. Bedtime for you. Hang on." Remus stood and picked Severus up with him. In a few moments the sated dark-haired man was tucked in bed with a hang-over potion on his bed table. Remus pressed a light kiss to his forehead.