loony4lupin (loony4lupin) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2008-05-02 17:59:00 |
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Entry tags: | #lmom 2008, author: loony4lupin, kink: d/s, kink: voyeurism, kink: wanking (solo or mutual), remus alone, remus/sirius |
LMOM #2: Buttercup [Remus/Sirius, PG-13ish]
Title: Buttercup (Childishness)
Rating: Pg-13 or R
Word Count: 1,058
Pairing: Remus/Himself, Remus/Sirius undertones and Sirius/James imagined
Kink(s): Possession, implied-Masterbation, mini/imagined-voyerism
Challenge: Lusty Month of May
Notes: In honor of it being May, all the stories will be based off a flower.
Remus smiled over his book.
The common room was buzzing with people, most of them finding every possible way to avoid doing their homework. Peter was trying to chat up a fifth year, but by the look on her face, Remus suspected it wasn’t going as well as Peter wanted.
Remus shot him a sympathetic look and shrugged his shoulders at Peter’s pleading eyes, he certainly couldn’t help. He was pants at girls. The only girl who ever looked twice at him was Lily and everyone knew she was off limits, not that he really wanted to go down that road but she was beautiful, and scary (but really, all the ones worth it are…).
“Moony! Fancy a chance?” James sat at the chess table, his grin broadened and cares left his face. Remus shook his head and smiled. James had just slaughtered a second year in chess and he didn’t want to think tonight. It was too close to the moon. James pouted a little before winking in understanding; he turned towards the rest of the common room to find another person to beat. The portrait swung open and Remus tried not to let the smile slip off his face.
Sirius strolled into the common room, cheeks flushed and robe in a slight disarray. He looked around, probably for James, Remus thought without malice. He tore his eyes from Sirius’ swollen lips and blooming love bites and went back to his book. He tried to focus on the page, but could not.
Get a grip Lupin. Remus hated this feeling, it was jealousy and possession and guilt and lust all wrapped up. It was ugly and childish. But he couldn’t quell it sometimes, not since Sirius had been spending more time with him, not since Sirius had stopped treating Remus like Peter and James and turned their relationship into fuzzy lines. It didn’t matter though because Sirius still disappeared for an hour a two to do whatever he wanted with whomever he wanted.
“Oi! You tosser! I’m not gonna play with you if you’re gonna be a stinkin’ cheat!” Sirius screeched at James from across the chess table and slapped him upside the head and Remus felt the smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. As much as he hated to share Sirius, yes that was it and he hated it, Remus couldn’t deny the humor in watching the two makeshift brothers fight.
“I don’t need to cheat, Padfoot. You, slobbering mutt.” James adjusted his glass and glowered. “Anyway, you’re the wanker. Heard you gettin’ off this morning, again!”
Remus stifled a chuckle, even as his groin responded to the memory. Sirius coloured. Remus watched the hue spread across his sharp cheeks and let his own smile grow behind the book.
“Tread carefully there, Pads…” Peter commented, abandoning his position next to the fifth year. “You might tug it right off.”
James squealed with laughter and Sirius smiled. Remus stopped smiling abruptly because Sirius smiling, like that, all innocence and mischief meant one of two things: Violence (which Remus would ultimately have to break up) or pouting (which Sirius would induce on him).
James realized the same thing about three seconds too late. Sirius had already launched himself across the chess table and tackled him to the ground. Remus put down his book and watched them, knowing that Sirius was having a difficult time not turning into Padfoot by the way he panted and itched his ear every time he could get a hand free from the pathetic wrestling match. Too much enthusiasm and not enough malice, they mostly just rolled around and tried to inflict as much bruises as possible.
“Oi,” he yelled. They didn’t break apart but Sirius looked up and winked at him, face twisted in concentration.
Remus had a very intense flashback from last night, an image of Sirius; legs open with the same face with his hands on his cock and Remus’ name on his lips, and had to hide his erection with his book he had abandoned. It was not hard to watch them, twisted together as they tried to beat the shit out of each other, and imagine it in a different setting. It wasn’t hard to imagine them naked, wrestling for dominance, their mouths messed together while their tongues battled over teeth and lips, their cocks rubbing against each other, moans escaping from their tangled mouths. Remus often wondered if they had ever experimented, they were rather close.
How would the Moony feel about Prongs touching your Padfoot?.
Remus shook his head and adjusted his position on the couch, his cock rubbing uncomfortably against his trousers. James had pinned Sirius underneath him, pulled his shirt up and was pulling out the random hairs all over Sirius’ chest. How am I friends with them?
Sirius was howling, face flushed and practically baring his teeth in a growl. Remus shivered with arousal, despite the ridiculousness of the situation.
“Ooo, little Pads has so many hairs. Looks like someone is growing up… you little ponce.” James grinned the last part of the sentence out and poked Sirius in the neck, at his large blooming hickeys.
Remus raised an eyebrow and focused on Sirius’ face, not at the way his chest flushed as James plucked out hair by hair. But his eyes weren’t better, smoldering with anger and a tad bit of embarrassment but at the same time, something that looked a lot like lust when he met Remus’ inquiry.
He couldn’t be… just a joke.
“Get off me you fuckin’ cunt!” Sirius pulled his arms free and pushed hard at James’ chest and sent him sprawling across the common room. “Before I make you my next poncey conquest.”
James spluttered and failed on the floor as the common room erupted in laughter. Remus chuckled as well, enjoying the way James’ eyes found Lily (who was laughing and pointing) and the way he muttered death threats underneath his breath. Yes, well we really are just children.
Except his gaze found Sirius’ (Christ he was gorgeous), who wasn’t laughing but just arching an eyebrow, biting his lip and looking very… hungry.
It took only 10.7 seconds for Remus to make excuses and beg off to the Prefect’s bathroom, hobbling along because really, have you ever seen a boy running around with a huge stiffy?