gala_apples (gala_apples) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2008-05-02 20:40:00 |
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Entry tags: | #lmom 2008, author: gala_apples, kink: prostitution, remus/? |
Title: Hang Up the Goddamn Towels (2/?)
Author: gala
Rating: R
Pairing: Remus/??? unrequited past Remus/marauders, unrequited present Remus/Seamus
Kink: prostitution
Words: 800
Summary: Remus goes to meet his needs.
notes: i have about three minutes to get this posted before i catch my bus. i will add the tags later tonight.
It's ridiculous how quickly things are spinning out of control. It's not as though Remus expects to be comfortable at his flat. It's sad but true to say there's never been a point in his life where he's felt truly comfortable for more then a few hours. That's what comes from holding secrets close to your chest your entire life, for fear of the reaction of others. So no, he doesn't expect to be comfortable. What he does want is to feel at least somewhat in control of his life. As many issues as he has in his life, he can make choices about how to react to them.
Even when he'd developed crushes on his best friends, he'd had some iota of control. He had tightened his lips and soul, and hadn't said a word. At fifteen his body won every contest between dick and brain, but that didn't mean he had to do anything besides wank. He had a way of defeating his body in overtime. It also helped to focus on the individual's failures and annoyances. Like how Seamus uses dyeing charms on his hair every week, and seems to ignore that it leaves him smelling like rotten eggs for the rest of the day. It makes the man less of a turn on, when he smells awful.
But this. This seems to be so much different, so much worse. It's supposed to be just another unattainable crush. Remus knows how to deal with those, has spent his entire life dealing with those. Instead he finds himself walking down Joy Alley. It's Hogmeade's strip of streetwalkers, and he'd never thought he'd be on this lane. He walks down the alley, looking for a man of proper stature and hair colour. It has to be right, or it's not going to help a thing.
For that matter, actually following through with what his body wants probably won't help anything. It's like giving a whinging child the sweets it wants; all the child learns is that whinging gets it what it wants. Still, there's a difference knowing that, and actually being able to turn around and walk back to the nearest floo. He continues to search.
Finally, halfway through what looks like the male section of the street, he sees someone. It's not perfect, but of course there's only one way to get what he wants perfectly, and Remus will never have the courage to do that. Remus flashes his drawstring baggie of coins, and the man in the denim jacket nods to his friend and gestures that Remus should come with him. If there's anything that Remus doesn't want, it's to take this man back to his flat. So he keeps his hand on his wand in case this is a bust, and walks behind the man.
The bed is a dirty mattress on the concrete floor. The man looks at him expectantly, so Remus opens the bag to show him the coins. He nods again and asks, "What do you want?"
Oh, what a disappointment. The man has a clear Scottish accent. He sounds nothing like he's supposed to. "Well for the first, I don't want you to talk. Then I want you to get naked. And then I want you to suck me."
Remus undoes the zip of his trousers as the bleach blonde strips off all his clothes. When he's naked he walks the three steps to Remus and looks at him. The man's fingers play with the hem of his trousers before sliding them halfway down his hips. His tongue licks the tip of his cock before engulfing him whole. Intellectually, he knows it's the job of this man to be perfect in bed. It's still a shock though, how great he is at giving head. The halo of blond hair is close enough to proper colour to enable Remus to think of his roommate, undoubtedly with some girl right now. After all, it is 11:30. The fantasy makes the cold concrete and grey mattress fade away, until he's at home with the young piece of perfection. It's not long until he orgasms and shoots down the man's throat.