LMOM 2011: Day 8
Title: Almost Out of the Closet Author/Artist: KateKintail Rating: NC-17 Pairing: Remus/Robert Alverts (OMC, a Ravenclaw, who shows up from time to time in my Remus fics) Kink(s): Oral Sex, quasi-Public Sex Challenge: Lusty Month of May 2011 Disclaimer: This work is not endorsed by JKR, the WB, Scholastic, the LEGO Group, or anyone else, for that matter. It's just for fun and no money is being made.
Remus glanced once more at his pocket watch. Had he given Robert the wrong time? He was sure he hadn’t given the wrong location, because they only ever met in the broom closet conveniently located by the Gryffindor common room. Perhaps, one day, they would branch out to other broom closets throughout the castle, just for variety’s sake.
The door moved and a thrill rushed through Remus. He straightened up to make himself look more presentable, then felt stupid for doing so and unpuffed his chest and unstraightened his back. When Robert entered the broom closet, he found Remus looking slightly hunched over and rumpled. “Ah, caught you at a bad time?”
Embarrassed and glad the darkness hid the flush in his cheeks, Remus relaxed. He pulled Robert close, arms around him. Nuzzling his face into Robert’s dark hair, Remus’ reply was slightly muffled. “You’re late, you. Next time, I might not wait for you. I might just leave.”
“Like you would.” A laugh so lovely it filled Remus’ heart the way it filled the silence of the small closet bubbled out of Robert. He cuddled closer to Remus. They fit together so nicely, so perfectly. It was a shame they were in no position to ever spend the night together.
“Ohh,” Remus said, sneaking his hand beneath the young man’s blue cloak and his shirt. “There is so much I want to do with you tonight…”
Robert cocked his head and pulled back. “There’s something I want to do to you first.” Instead of dropping down to his knees, he backed up further. “But I want to see you while I’m doing it, for a change.”
A little jolt struck Remus’ tummy, like a strong flutter that’s turned arousal into an urge. “O-kay,” he said slowly. “I’ve got my wand. Lumos!” The spell lit up the darkness, and this time Remus’ did feel a flutter. Robert was so very handsome. And he was all Remus’. “Come here. Oh, I want you. So bad. Let me feel your hard—”
“Nyuh-uh.” Robert flattened himself back against the doors to the closet. “I want a change this time.” And he threw the doors open. Light from the hallway flooded in and Remus whispered the spell to put the light in his wand out.
“What if someone walks by while we’re… you know… doing what we do?”
“Then we’ll be discovered and whoever it is will get one hell of a show.” This time he threw himself forward and, knees on the floor, pressed his face right into the front of Remus’ pants.
Remus’ cock responded eagerly, so familiar with Robert’s wet, talented mouth. Quickly, together, they undid Remus’ trousers and did away with them. Remus’ gaze stayed with them, on the floor of the closet, rather amazed he could still see them for a change, even though they were several feet away. This whole situation made him incredibly nervous.
If another student came by, the rumors would be out of control by the morning; he’d be found out and maybe shunned. None of his friends knew he liked boys. Maybe if they did, they’d stop setting him up with every girl in their year. But… maybe if they did, they’re never talk to him again. And that would be completely unbearable. He could barely talk about his sexuality with Robert Alverts, who he’d been seeing for years. He could barely admit it to himself.
If Filch came by, he and Robert would be doing detentions every day for months. They were out of their common room after hours. And they were engaging in acts that probably weren’t allowed in school. True, Dumbledore had never explicitly told the students that blow jobs in broom closets were against the rules. But this was technically Filch’s broom closet, and the man was bitter about everything else. Remus always suspected he needed to get laid, but he wasn’t up for a threesome. He was brave, but not that brave.
If a professor came by, that would be the end of his time at Hogwarts. There was no way he could sit in class with a professor, knowing that they knew what his cock looked like when it was large and dripping and purple and...
“Oh Merlin! Where did you learn that?” Remus reached out and grabbed a broom in the bin beside him.
“Just made it up,” Robert replied, taking a break to breathe and wipe his sleeve across his mouth. He glanced at the door. “Are you sure?”
Remus nodded, though he wasn’t at all sure. “Just do that tongue thing again and I’m there. I can already feel the orgasm coming. It’s so close. So bloody close. Please!”
Robert laughed again, that laugh Remus loved and craved and wanted to hear forever. The laugh was followed with a “Your wish is my command” and a hot mouth back around his cock.
Seconds later, Remus felt the pressure, felt his balls rise, felt unable to control himself. He gripped the broom handle so tightly he almost snapped it. And he threw his head back, moaning at the amazing orgasm that had grabbed hold of him. He knew there weren’t silencing spells. He knew he could be heard in the corridor outside. He might even be heard inside the Gryffindor common room, for all he knew. But he didn’t care. This was just too good.
When it was over, Robert got to his feet and placed kissed on each of Remus’ red cheeks.
“How am I ever going to face the portrait of the Fat Lady now?” he asked just to hear that laugh again.