maraudersaffair (maraudersaffair) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2008-05-03 16:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | #lmom 2008, author: maraudersaffair, kink: public sex, remus/sirius |
LMoM -- Side-Tracked, (3/31)
Title: Side-Tracked(3/31)
Rating: R
Word count: 1222
Pairing: Sirius/Remus
Kink(s): Sort of public sex
Challenge: LMoM '08
*A scene from my Muggle Remus/Sirius fic I was working on today*
Loud jukebox music welcomed them once they stepped into the bar, standing by the door for a moment as Sirius looked for a good place to sit. Not by the bar – he didn't want to be bothered by the giddy bartender tonight and he wanted to actually have a conversation with Remus, instead of just hearing the drunken yells from the pool tables.
"How about there?" Sirius asked, his head nearly pressing into Remus' cheek.
Remus nodded and followed closely behind him. They fitted easily into the small space the table provided.
"No," Remus said confidently, pushing Sirius down by the shoulder once he tried to stand. "It's my turn to buy the drinks."
Sirius felt his skin burn where Remus had touched him. He mused quietly that he'd have to buy thicker shirts. "Fair deal," he said, giving Remus his best lop-sided grin.
"What do you want?"
Watching as Remus pulled out his wallet, Sirius said, "Surprise me." He felt his grin turn into a full smile. He hoped his teeth gleamed.
"I'm not that informed on good beer. I don't want to fuck up your order." Remus smirked at him.
"Fine," Sirius responded, faking exasperation. "Get me a good Guinness, if you don't mind."
"Oh, foreign tastes, I like that." Remus' voice was filled with bemusement.
Sirius snorted. "Then get me a Bud Light, Jesus." He laughed.
"How about a nice Smirnoff, raspberry flavor?" Remus jeered.
"Just go get our drinks, damn you!" They laughed together loudly.
Remus returned after a few minutes with a nice cold Guinness for Sirius, and a small glass of cranberry juice for himself. Sirius eyed him with a skeptical look, raising his eyebrows in a taunting way.
"Really, Remus? Cranberry juice? I thought you were a real man."
Remus glared at him, but rubbed his hand over his mouth, trying to hide his amusement. "I can't drink while I'm on my medication."
Frowning, Sirius asked, "What sort of medication?"
"The usual kind," Remus answered steadily, his voice slightly off in tone, "for pain and all that."
"Oh." He drank some of his beer, tasting the flavor of roasted barley slide down his throat. He smacked his lips loudly, grinning at Remus. "What did you think of Melinda?"
"The bartender?" Remus asked, sipping on his juice through a little red straw. Sirius couldn't stop himself from barking out a laugh. "What?" Remus glared at him.
"Do you really have to use that dumb straw?" he asked, feeling his face redden from the lack of oxygen. He really needed to learn how to control his laughing.
"What do you suppose I do with it?" Remus stared at him, his eyes darkened in a strange way, as he lifted the straw and wrapped his tongue around it, sucking it into his mouth. His mouth suddenly dry, Sirius watched him move the straw in and out of his mouth, lips full and reddened.
Sirius felt a moan surfacing within his throat, and he bit his cheek to stop himself, his eyes watering from not blinking. "I like that," he said softly, his throat constricting around the needed air to speak.
"Do you," Remus whispered, his voice nearly a purr. The tone sent sparks up Sirius' shine, his heart increasing its beat dramatically. He closed his eyes, then swallowed thickly before looking at Remus again through an aroused-haze.
"Not here," he managed to say, his voice strained, "people might see."
They stared at each other for a long moment. Then Remus pulled the straw from his mouth with a slight pop and set it on the napkin beside his drink. "You're right."
Sirius wasn't able to respond immediately, his breathing still erratic. He tried to focus on calming his heart as he took slow, deep breathes. Dammit, who knew Remus could make him react in this way? "You're gay."
Smirking, Remus said, "Yeah. Have a problem with that?"
Sirius stared at him. "Of course not. I think it's quite fortunate, actually."
Remus licked his lips. "Really? And here I thought you'd laugh at me."
Shocked, he asked, "What? Why would you think that?"
"Oh, I don't know – maybe because you're a gorgeous, fit man who wears dirty sneakers and sometimes forgets to comb his hair."
"You noticed that?" Sirius gaped at him. "You think I'm gorgeous?" His cheeks flushed as he looked into Remus' serious expression.
"Of course." He wasn't joking.
"I need a cigarette. Do you want to join me?" Sirius patted his pocket, realizing he forgot the pack in his car.
Remus seemed a bit confused. "Sure," he said hesitantly.
Leaving their drinks on the table, Sirius led the way out of the bar and to his car. He unlocked it by pressing a button on his key chain. As he bent over to reach for the cigarettes, he felt a warm hand snake across the crease of his butt, fingers wrapping around one of the denim-covered cheeks and squeezing. Sirius pushed back against the hand, dropping the forgotten cigarettes to the seat, as he backed out of the car. He turned to grasp Remus' hard shoulders, twisting them both around, and pressed Remus against the car door forcibly.
"Come on," Remus said, his voice husky with arousal, his fingers pulling at Sirius' belt. "Kiss me."
Sirius glanced quickly around the parking lot, looking to see if they were being watched. Though he realized it was empty, he didn't want to take the chance. Maneuvering around Remus, he opened the door to the backseat, and guided the other man to crawl backwards into the car. He soon followed and knelt slightly on the floor so that he could close the door.
Panting, Remus reached for him and curled his fingers into Sirius' shirt, pulling him forward. "Keep your head down," Remus whispered, their lips mere inches away from touching, "don't want to be seen."
He felt Remus' cold hands move under his shirt, caressing his back until sharp nails dug into his skin. Sirius arched into the touch, his arms already shaking from holding himself up. Remus pulled him down and he was relieved to feel Remus' warm chest against his.
"Kiss me, damn you," Remus said again, leaning on his elbows to reach Sirius' face. Sirius allowed himself to moan, but it turned into an indistinct panting noise as he felt Remus rake his nails down his back.
Staring into Remus' eyes, both panting loudly, Sirius leaned forward and smashed his lips against Remus'. He allowed himself to nip at the bottom lip, his chest heaving as he felt Remus' tongue dart out and slide across his lips. His fingers wrapped convulsively around the man's hips, tightening his hold as the kiss deepened. Wonderful, soft moans were issuing from Remus as their tongues dueled. He felt Remus pulling at his buckle, but they both stilled suddenly, hearing loud voices emerging from the bar.
The last thing they wanted was a run-in with a couple of drunken, homophobic men.
After they heard the car doors slam shut, Remus looked up into Sirius' face, sweat beaded across his forehead. "Will you come with me tomorrow to a bar that I just found recently?" He paused as he tried to slow his breathing. "I think we will be more accepted there."