loony4lupin (loony4lupin) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2008-05-01 18:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | #lmom 2008, author: loony4lupin, kink: wanking (solo or mutual), remus alone, remus/sirius |
LMOM #1: Acracia [Remus/Sirius, NC-17]
Title: Acacia (Concealed Love)
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,359
Pairing: Remus/Himself, Remus/Sirius undertones
Kink(s): Masturbation
Challenge: Lusty Month of May
Notes: I’ve been a lurker, long time watcher of LMoM. But I’ve decided now is good as ever to try this wonderful marathon. In honor of it being May, all the stories will be based off a flower. The first one to comment gets their choice of flower for the next prompt from this site; http://www.meanings-of-flowers.com/flow
The sixth year dormitory was cloaked in darkness, most of the boys slumbering peacefully in their beds. Remus however, was not sleeping. Earlier in the evening Remus had come up to the dorms to get to sleep earlier and he had managed to fall asleep around ten but soon he had woken up at four thirty with the blankets around his ankles and his bed clothes soaked with sweat. It was three days until the moon and he felt like his entire body was on fire. He had cast four cooling charms in the past hour but nothing seemed to be helping. His body seemed to hum with heat and energy, every muscle in his body was pulled tight. Remus had tried to study, put his insomnia to good use, but his mind wouldn’t focus on the page. After reading the same paragraph seven times, he had given up and flopped back onto his bed, sans clothes and tried to feel some sort of breeze.
No breeze was forthcoming. Neither was sleep.
He tipped his head to look at the clock. 5:45am. He flailed inwardly because he was too hot to actually flail but the circumstance really did call for some quality flailing. Remus sighed and cast another wandless cooling charm. The breeze swept over him and he peered at the clock once again.
5:52am.
Shit, he thought and he waited. The clock ticked and sweat pooled along the bed where his body lay. But his body seemed to heat drastically, waiting the eventual tragedy of six am. Remus was all too aware of what happened at six am every single bloody morning.
5:55am.
Another sigh escaped his lips and he contemplated his situation. He had two options; he could just leave now and go take a long cool shower or he could give in.
5:57am.
It would relieve some stress. His cock twitched at the thought and his hand moved on it’s accord, like his body had already answered the question for him. The heat sweltered around him, but it seemed to add to his arousal. His hand silently reached inside the bedside table and pulled out a small tube of lube.
5:59am.
Fuck. His legs spread without his control, in anticipation of six and Remus simply resigned his fate to being a perverted son of a bitch for the rest of his life. Because at six in the morning, on every morning since somewhere around fourth year, Sirius woke up before everybody so he could wank in his bed. And he wasn’t quiet. Of course not, because Sirius was a smart (reckless and sometimes dangerous but never stupid) wizard. He was fully aware that James and Peter slept like the dead. Remus had no idea why Sirius thought he wouldn’t wake up. But it didn’t really matter because in the end, Sirius had one off at six.
6:00am.
A small buzz came from across the room and Remus listened closely as Sirius mumbled in his sleep before tapping the clock lightly. There was a rustle of bed clothes and linen. Remus longed to see what was going on behind the curtains, instead he just listened. Listened and slowly trailed his fingers up and down his semi-erect cock. There was so much sweat; he could almost wank without lube. Almost.
A small gasp came from across the room. Remus closed his eyes and lightly grasped his prick in his hand, he imagined what Sirius would look like; sleep pants pooled around his knees and all that olive skin, he imagined that Sirius would wet his lips, mouth open and eyes eager and lustful. Remus sighed as quietly as he could.
“Ah, fuck.” Sirius’ voice traveled fast across the room and Remus wrapped his fingers properly around his cock, resisting the urge to thrust at Sirius’ words. Sirius’ voice was probably the best part about the six am wanking. It swept over Remus like gravel and cream and went straight to his groin. He took the tube of lube and squeezed a drop onto his hand, before sliding it across his cock. The heat was almost unbearable and the cool lube made him moan slightly.
Sirius moaned, almost in answer from across the room and a shiver ran down Remus’ spine.
Remus pulled slightly faster on his prick, matching his strokes with Sirius’ pants. Remus imagined Sirius’ cock, long and wet with pre-come, just begging to be sucked. Remus tweaked a nipple at the thought of sucking on Sirius’ cock or pinning Sirius to his bed, mid-wank and just sinking into the incredible hot mouth, pouty lips and hearing him just gasp and swallow over Remus’ entire length.
Remus grabbed the base of his cock and squeezed. He had almost finished before Sirius, just with the thought. He eased his strokes and listened carefully, waiting for the next signal of Sirius’ activities.
“Nguah, oh yes harder,” Sirius said. Remus groaned as quietly as he could, because Sirius was bloody whimpering. And a new fantasy flooded Remus’ mind, his fist flew across his fist. He imagined Sirius now, with three fingers up his arse, wishing it was a cock. Remus tightened his grip and envisioned how hot and tight Sirius would be underneath him as Remus fucked him into the mattress. All breathy moans and whimpered words.
The moaning from the other side of the room was almost constant, the bed springs squeaking and Remus fucked his fist, using his hips so he could thrust into his tight ring of fingers, imaging them as Sirius’ hole, how it would feel and how it would look to pump into Sirius’ abused arse, slick, wet, heat; all pale skin and black hair, waiting to be tugged, waiting to be controlled. Remus imagined the way Sirius would push back on his cock, wanting more, back arched with Remus’ name whimpered out between moans.
It would only take a couple more thrusts into his hand, listening to the way Sirius panted and moaned, muttering indiscernible words before he would came. Remus tried to listen as carefully as he could, but it was impossible to understand what Sirius was saying. Sirius was practically keening, almost on the verge of yelling out. Remus gritted his teeth, it was so fucking hot. He thrust three more times into his hand, the heat unbearable, sweat running down his chest and face until he arched and came; Sirius’ name slipped past his lips in a strangled moan.
Remus imagined that Sirius had come when he had, because the only sound in the dorm room was mingled labored breathing.
Well fuck, Remus thought as he tried to clean himself up. He whispered a cleaning charm before putting the lube away. He listened carefully to the room. He often did this, listened to the room after coming with Sirius. Sometimes, he wished that Sirius would catch him and put him out of his misery or that Sirius would crawl into his bed at six am instead of having a wank. Mostly he just wished that Sirius had been too far gone in his own pleasure to hear Remus’ climax. But just like every morning, he would listen to the sounds of Sirius’ breathing return to normal, then there would be a rustle of sheets before Sirius feel asleep. It sometimes made Remus hard, knowing Sirius fell asleep with come all over him because Sirius was pants at cleaning charms.
The dormitory fell silent again. In two hours or so the whole dorm would wake and Remus would pretend like nothing had happened, although he did have a tendency to have problems meeting Sirius’ eye. He felt sated for maybe five minutes, before trying to cast another cooling charm. He felt the tension seep back into his body. Remus shifted to a more comfortable position and stared at the ceiling, waiting for morning to come. The next three days would be hell, full of tension and heat and of course, the temptation to just fuck Sirius’ brains out, with or without his consent.
But they were just friends, always just friends.
Remus sighed again and tried to smother himself with his pillow.