westernredcedar (westernredcedar) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2008-05-04 11:13:00 |
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Entry tags: | #lmom 2008, author: westernredcedar, kink: finger sucking, kink: frottage, kink: partially clothed sex, remus/severus |
LMoM: 1979 (Part 4~ February 2, 1979)
Title: 1979
Today’s Date: February 2, 1979
Rating: NC-17
Word count: ~1200
Pairing: Remus/Severus (overall fic will be Remus/Severus with several other pairings included)
Kink(s): finger sucking, frottage, partially clothed
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.
Need to catch up? Here are the previous parts:Jan 1, Jan 15: Day, Jan 15: Night
The back room at Flourish and Blotts was hot and cramped. Boxes and piles of books and paper and packaging materials were scattered in unconventional order around the small space. On the back wall of the room, generations of overworked employees had scrawled dirty-sounding quotes from various texts, and Remus was in the midst of making his own addition to the intellectual graffiti when there was a knock at the door.
“…the size of the wand is a measure of its potency…” He was copying from Wand Lore Through the Ages, as Mr. Bibliat’s bald head peeped around in the door.
“Remus, I need you to cover the desk for a few minutes,” he said. “I have to nip out to Gringott’s for some change.”
Remus hid his quill behind his back and smiled at his boss. “Of course, sir.”
Working at the bookshop had proved a perfect match for Remus’s personality and interests, although he was only given twenty hours of work a week, and the pay was minimal. For the first time since leaving school, he felt like he belonged somewhere. In these last weeks, he had proved himself trustworthy enough to be left running the desk in the rare moments that Mr. Bibliat or Sophie had to step out.
Which is why he was alone at the desk when Severus walked in.
There were two other customers in the store, and Severus did not look towards the desk as he entered, keeping his head down and his hands buried in the pockets of his same woolen Great Coat. He strode directly to the Rare Spells and Potions section, and then looked up intently at the shelf Remus knew was filled with books about Spell and Potion development.
Mr. Bibliat returned moments later, blustering and complaining to Remus about the goblins and their complicated forms. Remus sensed Severus turn to see who was interrupting the quiet of the shop. He knew the moment Severus noticed him, and when he looked over Severus had plunged his nose into a heavy tome.
“I’ll see if I can assist these customers and then return to unpacking the new order, Mr. Bibliat,” said Remus.
“Thank you, Mr. Lupin. We are so lucky to have you.” Remus was still watching Severus, and could see his shoulders tense and stiffen as Mr. Bibliat said his name.
Remus walked directly from the desk to where Severus was standing.
“May I help you, sir?” he asked.
“No. I told you to leave me alone. I do not need anything from you.” Severus did not look up from his book, but Remus was close enough to smell his pomade, and his sweat, and beneath that, the faint tang of arousal. He suppressed a smile.
“If you have any questions, I’ll be in the back,” he said quietly, and dragged a single finger down Severus’s spine in one teasing motion before he walked away to the stock room, his heart thumping at his daring. Ever since his night with Gideon and Dorcas, he had felt a bit more reckless, and a bit more lonely.
Remus unpacked, logged, and tagged three more boxes of books before there was a single tap at the door.
Heart still knocking in his chest, Remus opened the door. Severus was standing there, holding the same large book he had been reading.
“I have a question,” he said in his deep tone.
Remus felt his face heat. He stepped back. “Come in and I can help you,” he said, ushering Severus into the room. Remus peered out the door, but Mr. Bibliat was talking to a tall witch at the desk and had not looked their way. He shut the door. There was no lock.
Severus had opened the book on the cluttered counter. “I need to know the meaning of this word.” He pointed at the miniscule calligraphy in the book with a long finger.
Remus approached. The word Severus was pointing to was dangerous.
“I know what that means,” Remus said, and he grabbed the hand Severus was pointing with and pulled it to his mouth, sucking in the long finger, wrapping his searching tongue around it. He locked eyes with the smaller man as he sucked and teased his finger, and his knees shook when he realised that Severus was not looking away or attempting to free his hand.
“This is not a definition,” Severus said, his face still and calm.
Remus released his finger and stepped closer. “Yes it is,” he replied.
“You are an animal. You tried to kill me,” Severus said.
“Then run away.”
Severus did not move.
“I did not expect to see you again.” Severus’s voice was very quiet.
“What? Never?” Remus tried not to smirk. “That was unrealistic.”
“Nonetheless,” Severus said, and he leaned in and claimed Remus’s lips in a hard kiss.
Remus pulled closer and deepened the kiss, tangling his tongue with Severus and locking their mouths together. Just as on the street, Severus’s kiss made Remus come apart in a way that no other kiss ever could and he let himself fall into the terrifying sensation. Severus’s erection was pressing against him through his protective layers of wool and black fabric, and Remus was suddenly lost in the realization that this is really fucking happening. He adjusted his position so that his own stiffening prick was lined up with Severus’s, and ground against him with a moan.
Severus groaned into Remus’s mouth and pressed back, and Remus was thrown into memories of groping and thrusting and the hurried, brilliant snogs before getting off that had been the stuff of their relationship, if you could call it that, for two years at school.
Remus reached down to free Severus’s hot prick from his robes, the feel of that soft, familiar foreskin an aphrodisiac. He opened his own trousers and grabbed both of their cocks in his hand and pulled.
“I’m…I’m…” Severus stuttered. Remus pulled his hands up and into Severus long, slick hair, dragging him into a kiss, and they ground their burning pricks against each other with frantic abandon.
Remus felt a cascade of warm wetness that had to be Severus coming over his cock, and the added slickness allowed Remus to rub and rut until he was coming too, his tongue darting into Severus’s mouth and his fingers pulling at his hair, hard.
Come dripping between them, Severus stepped back, staring into Remus’s eyes. “Bloody hell,” he muttered. “That…was…not...” He broke his eye contact and pulled his robes closed. “Do not ever contact me again, wolf.”
Severus grabbed his book and slammed out of the room without another word.
Breathing hard, Remus looked at the mess they had made and quickly tucked himself in and started to clean up. He knew running after Severus was pointless, he could not have found the energy to anyway, and he would not find himself sacked over this.
As his body recovered from his climax, Remus smiled. If Severus thought that he was going to leave him alone after this, he did not know the first thing about Remus.
And Severus knew him fucking well.