LMOM 2011: Day 23
Title: Nightmare Author/Artist: KateKintail Rating: R Kinks: None, really, but golden showers are mentioned briefly in passing Pairing: Remus/Sirius Challenge: Lusty Month of May 2011
“Moony?”
Remus opened his eyes to see Peter standing beside his bed. Peter had tears in his eyes and sweat on his forehead. “Are you all right, Wormtail? Are you ill?”
Peter shook his head and sniffled. “I had a bad dream. Can I sleep here with you?”
Remus paused. “Not going to wet my bed again, are you?”
Peter’s cheeks went bright red. “I didn’t mean to… Besides, you said…”
With a kind smile and a sigh, Remus lifted the blanket. “It’s all right. Hop in, mate.”
Peter climbed in and was asleep and snoring in mere seconds.
*
“Moony?” Remus woke to feel someone poking his back. Instinctively, Remus rolled over onto his back. “Moony, I’m scared.”
Opening his eyes, he wasn’t the least bit surprised to see Peter. “Another nightmare, Wormtail?”
Peter nodded, moonlight from the window hitting the wetness on his cheeks. “Can I…do you mind…? I don’t want to be alone.”
Remus hesitated a moment. Then he nodded in agreement. “Come on. Get in.”
Peter snuggled close and wrapped an arm around Remus. Remus rolled his eyes when Peter’s were closed and couldn’t see.
*
“Moony? Can I get in with you?”
Remus groaned softly into his pillow. He’d been up late studying for tomorrow’s Transfiguration exam and needed every precious minute of rest he could get so that his brain would function properly. “Whatever you want. Just don’t piss on me, all right?” he mumbled.
He felt a hand rest heavy on his back through the blanket. “I thought you said you rather liked that kink when we tried it together last month.”
Remus turned onto his side and forced his eyes open. “Padfoot? It’s you?”
“Yeah, it’s me. Do you have lots of blokes coming to your bed at night to snog you? Am I going to have to schedule reservations with your assistant from now on? Take a number and wait my turn? Check your bed for a ‘vacancy’ sign before crawling in?”
Remus stretched an arm out to him. “Shut up, Padfoot, and get in before you wake the others.”
Sirius climbed into Remus’ bed and wrapped his arms around the man. “Want to see what I learned to do?”
Remus nodded and watched as Sirius closed his eyes. Sirius’ face screwed up as though he were concentrating very, very hard on something. And, suddenly, Remus felt a coolness down below. He looked down, astonished to find that Sirius had—wandlessly and nonverbally—vanished their pajama bottoms. “Whoa, Pads. That’s some fancy oooff!”
Sirius turned in place, bumping and pushing and rocking Remus. Finally they settled together, blanket slipping off the bed, with Remus behind and Sirius in front. “You up for a little…” Sirius trailed off as Remus’ erection pressed hard against his arse, giving him the answer.