maraudersaffair (maraudersaffair) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2008-05-01 19:21:00 |
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Entry tags: | #lmom 2008, author: maraudersaffair, kink: dirty talk, kink: voyeurism |
LMoM '08, Sexuality In Question, R (1/31)
Title: Sexuality In Question (1/31)
Rating: R
Word count: 1237
Pairing: James/Sirius (Remus watching)
Kink(s): Fantasizing, slight dirty talk
Challenge: LMoM '08
The question of sexuality never occurred to Remus before the night he first saw two blokes snog. Not that he was a complete pouf, but the revelation was still very surprising. The two blokes just happened to be Sirius and James, which made the situation even more problematic. How could Remus function for the rest of the year, knowing what sort of things his two best friends were able to do to him?
It was one of those nights that had begun with immense mischief. James had taken that bloody cloak of his and crept down to the kitchens, where he bribed the house elves with butterbeer to give him the liquor that was meant for the professors. Remus had been slightly surprised, if not downright scared to see James rip off his cloak, grinning madly at their astonished expressions as he held up what could only be described as the Holy Grail of maturity and manhood. No teenage wizard had a father that didn't drink McHalyens' own Black Curse.
It was a thick substance, blackened with age and potency, smelling faintly of bitter toffee. Peter scrambled to produce four tumblers from his trunk, most likely stolen from his parents' home bar. He hastily wiped the glasses clean with his shirt, and Remus faintly wondered why he didn't just use his wand. He supposed Peter never thought of those things.
"Men, this is the best alcohol your pure lips will ever taste," James said, that same shite-faced grin plastered on his face. He drank swiftly from the emerald bottle, his face contorting as he tried to swallow the liquid without gagging.
Sirius snorted, grabbing for the bottle. "Pure lips, my arse," he said, tipping his head back as he poured some of it down his throat, "I can still taste cunt on my tongue."
Peter gasped softly as he sat down next to Remus.
"Yeah, well just because your dear mum allowed you to practice on her, doesn't mean that you're experienced." James smirked at Sirius' expression. "You know how mums are – they'll tell you anything for encouragement."
Sirius shuddered. "You sick fuck, talking about my mother like that. I'm sure you wank every night to that bitch's cold voice."
"Now, we all know what people say about bitches – they'll spread their legs for anyone—OUCH!" James slapped his hand to his cheek, rubbing at the burnt skin. He glared as Sirius snickered and tucked his wand back into his pocket.
"We should play a drinking game," Peter suggested, passing a tumbler filled to the brim to Remus.
"What sort of game?" Remus asked, taking a small sip from his glass. He grimaced as he felt the burning liquid slide down his throat.
"Let's make it a race," James said, taking a glass from Peter and holding it up to the light, "we'll Conjure up two more glasses for each of us and whoever is the last to finish his three drinks has to either pick truth or dare."
Sirius snorted once more, rolling his eyes in exaggeration. "I think we're too old for 'truth or dare'."
"But this is different," James snapped. He pulled out his wand and actually succeeded at conjuring eight more tumblers. Remus was surprised, even a bit impressed. "Now set up your glasses so I can pour some of this for you."
Once everyone had arranged their drinks to their liking, James glanced quickly at each one of them. "Go!" he yelled.
Remus felt his stomach twist violently as he drained the first tumbler. He gagged slightly, his eyes watering as he tipped his head back for another drink. He was only able to swallow half of the contents of his glass, before spurting suddenly, the dark liquor staining his trousers. He looked wildly around to see if his friends had succeeded.
"I say Sirius lost," Peter said quickly, his empty tumblers lying beside his leg. "At least Moony was able to finish one of his drinks."
"It's not my fault!" Sirius sneered. "Prongs here knocked into me!" He pointed down at his two tumblers that had split all over the carpet.
"So, I guess Peter is the winner," James said. "Ask Pads truth or dare, come on."
Peter bit his lip, his cheeks flushing suddenly. "Okay – um, Truth or Dare?"
Sirius rolled his eyes. "Dare, obviously."
"I dare you to snog Prongs." His words were rushed.
James groaned. "Who didn't see this coming?"
Remus glanced at Peter, shaking his head. "I sure didn't. Didn't know you had it in you, Pete."
"Don't call me Pete!"
"Well, if it's what you want, Pete," James said, motioning with his hand, "Never knew you were so frisky about Pads and me."
"I'm not! This is only a joke!" Peter huffed, though his face was now the colour of his scarf. "Just do it, you ponces!"
"Oh, I think we're excited poor Petey, here," Sirius said as he scooted closer to James. "I guess we have to give him what he wants, don't you think?"
James grinned slowly as he rolled his eyes. "Whatever. I'll just imagine you're Evans, anyway."
There was no hesitation as they leaned forward and pressed their lips together, timidly but with arrogant confidence. The kiss was uncomfortably soft, Sirius' expression intense as their lips moved together. He turned his head slightly and forced James to stretch his neck so that he unknowingly deepened the kiss. There was a loud gasp as Sirius' tongue swept across James' bottom lip.
Remus felt his jaw unhinge, his eyes widening as blood rushed downward, leaving his brain spinning as it ached for oxygen. His lips became numb, his mouth filled with cotton, and he couldn't help himself from gasping as Sirius' hand raked down James' stomach, landing at the zipper of his trousers, his pale fingers slipping under the waistband.
James twitched away. He glared at Sirius. "Fuck, no. I'm no fucking pouf, that's for sure."
"You should fist him, Sirius," Peter whispered.
James gaped at him in horrific. "WHAT? Are you fucking insane?"
Sirius then said something, but Remus was unable to listen, his mind unable to focus on anything but the word fist -- fist him. He didn't know what that meant, but he sure knew what a fist was. He felt his eyes cloud over, his breathing swallow in his throat, as he imagined Sirius continuing his venture into James' trousers and under his pants. James would help him pull his clothing down to his knees, so that Remus had a better view. Then – what exactly? Would Sirius then wrap his slim hand around -- around -- holyfuckingGod.
"Jesus, I think we've stunned Moony."
Remus blinked, then glanced up into Sirius' amused expression. He took a deep breath before saying, "I'm not stunned – just a bit overwhelmed."
Sirius laughed. "I think Moony here wants us to continue."
"No way!" James said as he crossed his arms over his chest.
Sirius seemed to ignore him. "What would you like to see me do? Hm, Remus?" His eyes had darkened and his breathing was labored. "Would you like to see me suck him off?" He curled his hand into a circle and made a thrusting motion to his mouth.
Remus gulped thickly. "Of -of course not."