Challenge: Lusty Month of May 2011 Word count [if applicable]: 989
Warning: Unbeta'd.
A/N: I can't imagine I haven't used this title before….but not for lmom….
Severus filled in the empty spaces in the refrigerated case. There were juices, waters and sodas all for the tourists the frequented the warm island in Greece. He rented scooters and sold cold drinks, bread, tomatoes, olives, cheese and yogurt. The room was bright from sunlight and white paint and the open windows let the breeze blow the long gauzy white curtains around adding movement and drama. He did still love a bit of drama. His own clothes were simple, a white cotton shirt open at the neck, time and sunlight had made the scars blend into his tan; he shorts were knee-length and an olive-hued tan. Black clothing was gone from his new life.
He'd been here three years; it was calming and nicely profitable. The change of scenery and the sun had done the most to heal his body and what was left of his soul. He snorted at the thought; he was most definitely a realist at heart. The town's people embraced him, as close as he would let them anyway. He could pick up a game of chess any day at the local taverna along with a glass of wine or ouzo. Most days after the mid-day rush, as it were, he would take a walk down to the beach and strip down to a pair of tiny speedos and let his body absorb the sun. Some days during the slow season, he closed the little shop altogether and would head for his favourite clothing optional beach. Liberation came in many forms.
Severus grabbed a chilled grapefruit drink from the cooler as he heard footsteps along the stone walkway outside. No one entered the shop so he settled on the stool near the register with the latest book by Clive Cussler. Dirk Pitt was making an unbelievable escape when he heard his name.
"Severus?"
He didn't look up; he let the warm whiskey-laced voice with a touch of furry softness and flannel wash over him.
"It's really you isn't it?" Remus breathed.
Severus shivered in the heat and finally raised his eyes. Remus was already striding the few paces across the shop. He found his face captured in a pair of warm, calloused hands before his lips were brushed gently.
"How did you…" Severus gasped as he mouth was captured for a longer kiss.
"Been looking for three years…" Remus muttered before he kissed Severus' nose.
"Minerva?" Severus panted.
Remus shook his head and kissed the square chin before brining their lips together again. "Loyal to you 'til the end, wouldn't tell me a damned thing, but she couldn't say you were dead." He kissed Severus' forehead. "It gave me hope."
"Lupin……"
Remus nuzzled his neck and kissed the bobbing Adam's apple and the hollow of his throat before moving to kiss along the collarbones.
"…running a business here…." He tilted his head back so Remus could nip his shoulder.
"Gods, Severus." Remus hands went to the front of the button-down shirt.
Severus' head swam. "Your wife…."
Remus kissed down the breast bone. "Don't have one….never did…."
"What?" Croaked Severus.
"Long story…" Remus panted as he parted the shirt so his tongue could lave one nipple and then the other.
Severus' fingers tangled in the long brown-blonde waves shot heavily with silver. He could feel the top button of his shorts being loosened as kisses rained down his chest to his navel. His prick was already tenting his pants and shorts. He pressed into the questing fingers as his zip was undone and widened his stance to keep his shorts from ending on the floor around his feet.
Remus shimmed his hips and pushed down his pants and shorts without unfastening them, before he captured Severus mouth in a deep kiss. Severus let Remus' tongue beg forgiveness and then duel with his own as passion held in check insisted on being released. Remus freed Severus' prick from his pants and rubbed their erections together. Someone moaned and someone groaned. A quiet whisper brought lube to Remus' hand and he stroked the pricks together.
Severus thrust into Remus' hand holding his hand tightly in the silky hair; he was not going to let this man get away this time. Kisses and touches in all of his secret places brought Severus to the brink. Remus' voice whispered in his ear. "Please come, I can't wait, please…please.."
Severus grabbed Remus' bottom lip with his teeth and let his exclamation of joy fill his mouth while his cock spill out over his hand. He could feel Remus' prick pulsing as well and the warm emissions covering them both. Severus released Remus' mouth and let their foreheads rest against each other as they came back to themselves.
"Stay…" slipped for Severus' lips without a thought.
"Oh yeah…" was the shaky response.
"Excuse me are you open?" A man's voice came from the doorway.
Remus cast a cleansing charm and dragged his shorts back up over his bare arse.
"Give them a minute dear." Said a woman with a distinctly New England accent, that strange blend of both British and American. "The Greeks invented it you know."
Severus zipped himself up and cast a charm to button his shirt.
"I doubt they invented it Jennifer. They were just the first to celebrate it."
Remus stepped behind Severus obviously to let him take care of his customers. They were a couple about their own ages, which probably explained the lack of screaming.
"We'd like to rent a scooter." The man stated.
"Of course." Said Severus smoothly. They agreed on a price and Severus threw in two waters, gratis.
The woman waved as they left the shop. "Behave you two, we'll be back for lunch. That cheese looks divine."
Severus smiled wryly and waved.
"Where do we start?" He asked as he looked into the beloved pair of amber eyes.
"Right where we left off." Remus took his mouth in another searing kiss.