westernredcedar (westernredcedar) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2008-05-01 07:09:00 |
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Entry tags: | #lmom 2008, author: westernredcedar, kink: adultery, kink: oral sex, remus/james |
LMoM: 1979 (Part 1~ January 1, 1979)
Title: 1979
Today’s Date: January 1, 1979
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~900
Pairing: Remus/James (Overall fic will be Remus/Severus, with several other pairings in the mix)
Kink(s): oral sex, cheating
Challenge: Lusty Month of May 2008
Summary: 1979: One of the the worst years of Remus's life. Also, one of the best.
Notes: The possibly insane blpaintchart has agreed to speed beta and Brit pick for as long as she can while I try this…so generous is my Chart!! Also, thank you to McKay for running this crazy thing.
If the first ten minutes were any indication, Remus thought, 1979 was going to be a very interesting year.
That thought was quickly drowned out, however, by the intense sensation of the warm, wet mouth on his prick sucking him in deep, and he threw his head back against the wall and moaned.
“We should not be doing this,” Remus said, but he could not quite make himself sound like he meant it. The strong fingers digging into the back of his thighs did not help.
Seven hours ago, way back in 1978, Remus had stood and politely smiled and applauded as his best mates James and Lily announced their engagement to the guests at the New Year’s party. There was much cheering and toasting at first, followed by innuendo and teasing and firewhiskey shooters, and then dimming lights and dancing and champagne and drunken groping amongst friends. When the clock turned to midnight, Remus had pecked his friend Alice on the lips, but his eyes had locked with James, who was in mid-snog with Lily, his fianceé, but who was still managing to give Remus his most infuriating what-do-you-say-mate expression.
Remus had watched James whisper something to Lily and then meander to the bedroom. He had surreptitiously followed, swaying on a stormy sea of whiskey, champagne, and anticipation. The bedroom was deserted, but the cupboard door was ajar, and when Remus approached, a greedy hand reached out from the dark cupboard and pulled him in. James had pressed him into the wall and dropped to his knees.
Just like old times.
The rowdy sounds of the party just outside the cupboard door made Remus’s aching prick even harder. He could hear Sirius trying to sing something. Loudly.
“We cannot do this anymore, James,” Remus said again, his eyes closed as James’s tongue explored the sensitive ridge of skin around the head of his prick. “Fuck, that’s good.”
“I’m not married yet,” James muttered into Remus’s balls.
It had started with watching each other wank in fourth year, wanking each other in sixth, and then sucking each other off about once a month in seventh. It was habit: comforting, familiar, and fucking hot. They had both been in relationships with other people off and on throughout their trysts, but Remus had always managed to justify getting blown by his supposedly straight friend, at least to himself. James was just for fun, no ties, no romance. He was an exception to the relationship rules.
Remus was fairly certain that marriage was going to be the deal-breaker, however.
James had started in on a steady rhythm, the friction from his lips running up and down the shaft of Remus’s prick. The sensation pulled his drifting mind back to the present.
“Damn, Prongs, how do you do that?” Remus whispered, leaning his bony shoulders back against the wall of the cupboard and pressing his hips out into James’s face.
James laughed, and the vibrations shivered up into Remus’s gut. “You’ve given me ample opportunity to practice, Moony.”
A loud chorus of laughter filtered into the cupboard from the party, and in response James sucked him in hard and fast, pumping the base of Remus’s cock with his hand and flicking his tongue against his weeping slit.
“Finish me off. I’m close,” Remus moaned. His knees shook when he felt his cock hit the back of James’s throat. James’s fingers tugged at his balls as he sped up, his head bobbling at a furious pace, his scruffy dark hair tickling across Remus’s belly, the warmth of his mouth and the pressure of his lips pulling Remus right up to the edge until he had to, had to thrust, thrust, thrust and then he shouted, and James backed off, and Remus was coming, coming, coming, dripping onto James’s hand and trousers and the dark floor of the cupboard.
Remus slid down the wall until he was sitting, panting and sweating and sated. James collapsed back against the opposite wall.
“That’s the last time, James. I can’t do this to Lily.” Remus fumbled with his belt.
“Oh ho, nice try, mate. You can’t end this thing one up on me. You owe me one.” James’s voice was both teasing and serious.
Remus shook his head. “That’s fucked up, mate. You should want your future wife to take care of that for you now, not me.”
“Don’t be an arse about this, Moony. You are sitting in a cupboard, cock-out and dripping. Your moral high ground is about ten-feet below the soil right now.” James wiped the back of his hand against his mouth and breathed deeply.
“I’m not doing this again.” Remus stood up in the dark space, adjusting his cords and preparing to rejoin the party.
“You’re rejecting me now, Moony? What the fuck? Have you got Snivellus sucking you off again as well? No need for a bit of blow on the side anymore?” James snapped.
Remus closed his eyes and took a calming breath. “No one else is sucking me off, James. You are getting married. Now, wipe my spunk off your trousers and go back to your fianceé.” Then he opened the door and walked out of the cupboard, grabbing his coat from the bed. He sneaked out the back door of the house without saying his farewells to anyone.
Yes, Remus thought again as he pulled up his collar against the cold drizzle and lit a fag, 1979 was going to be an interesting year.