LMOM, Day 2: Once Upon A Time (Remus/Percy, Remus/Sirius, NC-17)
Title: Once Upon A Time Author: emiime Rating: NC-17 Pairing: Remus/Percy, Remus/Sirius Kink(s): Voyeurism, wanking, underage Challenge: Lusty Month of May 2008 Word Count: 690 Summary: Remus begins to tell Percy his story.
"I fell in love with Sirius Black in nineteen seventy-one," Remus began. "I was eleven years old. Oh, don't look at me like that, Percy—I didn't know at the time that I was in love with him, and we certainly didn't do anything when we were that young. But I was in love with him, and that's the first thing you need to know."
"And when did you know that you were in love?" Percy asked, circling Remus's wrist with his fingers.
"I can't be sure—not exactly," Remus replied. "It just crept up on me, as these things sometimes do. I'll tell you this, though—when, at fifteen, I found myself wanking over him in the showers, I did begin to suspect something was up." He chuckled at the memory, though his younger self would have been appalled.
"Tell me about that," said Percy, leaning into Remus's embrace, and Remus did.
(Nineteen seventy-five)
Remus didn't know why the idiots who had built Gryffindor Tower had found it appropriate to install group sodding showers. As if being a teenaged boy wasn't shit enough sometimes, now he had to worry about getting an ill-timed erection in front of his friends.
Correction: he had to worry about getting an ill-timed erection in front of Sirius. James probably wouldn't notice, and Peter would be too shy to say anything, but Sirius, well—Sirius would laugh. He'd tease Remus. And despite the fact that Sirius himself got hard sometimes in the showers—oh, Remus had seen, of course, not that he'd been looking—Remus knew he'd probably die a little when Sirius began to harass him.
So he timed his showers for when he was fairly certain Sirius wouldn't be in there. He tried getting up early, but then Sirius heard from some arse of a Ravenclaw seventh year that if a bloke got up early, it increased blood flow to his penis. And so Remus was faced with Sirius in the morning, and Sirius's penis, as well, which certainly seemed to Remus to be experiencing increased blood flow.
It jutted out proudly from the thatch of curls surrounding it—more hair than Remus had down there, and more than James or Peter had, either, for that matter—and Sirius took his time acclimating to the flow of water, standing with his back arched, slicking the hair from his face.
Remus could have sworn he was doing it on bloody purpose. He turned his back, his own prick suddenly experiencing increased blood flow as well, and gave himself a squeeze.
No, he reprimanded himself, Wait until Sirius gets out of the shower. Getting caught wanking's much worse than getting caught with a hard-on.
He took his time washing himself and shampooing his hair, his back to Sirius and his glorious morning wood the entire time. Finally, bloody finally, Remus heard the taps screech as Sirius turned them off and exited the shower room with an "Aren't we talkative this morning, Moony".
Oh, god. Remus was fairly certain he was about to burst. He waited, teeth clenched, one hand hovering over his prick, until he heard the bathroom door slam. He wasted no time, then, in bracing himself against the wall with one hand and jerking himself fast with the other.
He couldn't keep the image of Sirius's prick out of his mind. He wasn't sure exactly what he wanted to do with it, only that he very, very much wanted to do something with it. Or have it do something to him—he wasn't choosy.
Remus came, gasping, spattering over the shower wall, and his knees buckled for a moment before he could manage to straighten himself up again. He splashed water at the wall to rid it of his spunk and watched the evidence of his arousal over Sirius wash down the drain as had, he supposed, the spunk of generations of Gryffindor boys before him.
Remus stood in the hot spray for a long moment, willing his breathing to return to normal, then he turned off the taps and listened to the echo of himself dripping in the tiled room.