westernredcedar (westernredcedar) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2008-05-02 06:38:00 |
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Entry tags: | #lmom 2008, author: westernredcedar, remus/severus |
LMoM: 1979 (Part 2~ January 15, 1979)
Title: 1979
Today’s Date: January 15, 1979
Rating: PG-13
Word count: ~900
Pairing: Remus/Severus
Kink(s): public sex snogging
Challenge: Lusty Month of May 2008
Summary: 1979: One of 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 stand it while I try this…so generous is my Chart!! Also, thank you to McKay for running this crazy thing.
The dole office was a ten-minute walk from the flat he shared, and Remus started out just after dawn to get in line. In was another drizzly gray day, the layer of low heavy clouds pressed down like a damp blanket.
He had a job interview later in the day, so he wore his cleanest corduroys and his father’s old houndstooth jacket under his tatty raincoat. Watching the pavement pass under his feet, he took drags from his fag as he walked. He was still achy and tired from the full moon two days previously, a new gash on his knee making each step painful, but he pressed on. Rent was due.
Remus was not sure what first caught his eye, but he noticed the familiar figure from across the road. That skinny, hunched body and the long stringy black hair were unmistakable, even hidden under a grey-blue Muggle Great Coat. Seeing that thin silhouette sent an unwanted shot of fire through Remus’s body.
In the two weeks since the New Year’s disaster with James, Remus had holed up in his room to write and smoke and sulk. James had not contacted him, and he had not contacted James.
However, James’s harsh comments had forced Remus to think about Severus again, Severus, who had walked away on the last day at Hogwarts and never looked back. Now, here was the man himself, plowing down the pavement in a Muggle section of London, looking, based on the hour and the shameful hang of his head, like he might be heading towards the job centre as well.
Remus stamped out his cigarette and hurried to catch up with him, his reason quickly giving in to his desire. You walk very fast, Severus had observed to Remus once, with something close to approval in his voice, as they had walked across the grounds back at school.
He’d thought he might be in love with Severus then, before things had gone so very wrong.
Remus knew better than to call out; Severus would disappear on him. Instead, he hurried up and fell into stride beside him, matching his rapid pace, hands in his pockets. Severus did not look up, but from the slight hesitation in one of his steps, Remus knew he had been noticed.
“Where are you off to?” Remus asked, his voice low.
Severus did not speak for a moment. “Where ever you are not,” he said at last.
“That is odd,” Remus replied, “as I’m going where ever you are going.”
Severus sped up, and Remus’s legs started to burn from walking so fast. It felt like a chase.
“Sod off, wolf,” Severus murmured, and he glanced over at Remus with his dark, cold eyes. Remus shivered.
“I’m permitted to walk on a public street, Severus.”
“And I am permitted to tell you to sod off.”
They turned into the small road that connected through to the job centre. It was quiet and deserted, the shops still closed. Remus broke into a trot and dashed ahead of Severus by several strides, then turned around and stepped into Severus’s path, forcing him to a halt. Remus pressed his palms against the thick, rough wool of Severus’s coat and pushed him against the window of the nearest shop.
“Get your paws off me, you…”
Severus did not finish his sentence. Remus couldn't stop himself, couldn't think, just silenced Severus with a violent kiss, slamming his mouth into the thin, wide lips poised to tell him off. He forced his tongue between the stiff lips that refused to yield. Severus tasted just the same: stale smoke and anise and stubbornness.
Severus’s hands shoved desperately against Remus’s chest, pushing him away, but Remus had always been much stronger and a good four inches taller, and he did not let him, insisting on sustaining the kiss. Severus’s struggle made Remus more determined not to give in, the physical contact making his prick jump to attention. He ground against Severus and bit at his lower lip with a moan.
Severus finally gave way and softened his lips, and Remus ran his tongue over his lips and teeth. The hands pushing against him slackened and grabbed hold of handfuls of houndstooth, pulling Remus closer, and then Severus lunged in with a hot, open mouth, his tongue twining with Remus’s and his thigh pressing in between Remus’s legs.
They remained locked together for a long moment, and Remus allowed himself to dissolve into the kiss, letting the sensations erase everything: the gray sky, the war, the dole, his job interview, James. Gods, it felt good. He knew it the moment he lost the control and Severus regained it, but he was too drunk on the kiss to care.
Severus shoved hard, flipped Remus around, and slammed his back into the window, freeing himself and stepping back, panting. Remus let him go.
“When I get to where I am going, you will not want to be there,” Severus said, and then spit at Remus’s feet. “Stop following me and leave me alone, you bloody…beast!” He spun around and almost ran off down the road and around the corner.
Remus sagged back against the window behind him and ran a finger over his lips, which felt bruised and swollen. The oppressive sky was heavier and denser than ever, and as he pulled himself up to go and collect his cheque the skies opened and the rain poured down.