LMOM#5 :The Offer
Title: The Offer Rating: NC-17 Pairing: Neville, Neville/Remus fantasy Kink(s): Wanking, finger sucking, Narratophilia- where a person is extremely aroused by erotic conversations. Challenge: Lusty Month of May Word Count: 1733 Notes: Continuation of The Nature Of The Pack Series, begins here
The Offer
Neville paced his flat, walking back and forth in front of the hearth, chewing on his lip and wondering if something really wasn't wrong with him. After leaving Arinca Cottage, he'd showered and tried to put what he'd seen from his mind. However it wasn't meant to be.
The images of Remus's body, the silvery scars bisecting his skin and the sun highlighting his grey streaked hair were burned onto his retina. Recalling those thoughts made his prick throb in his pyjama bottoms and Neville groaned, placing his hands over his eyes, rubbing them hard as if he could do away with the memories. It just wasn't right for him to be carrying a torch for Remus, especially since Remus was well and truly happy with Bill it seemed. He couldn't- wouldn't - come between the two men. However, the mental pictures had continued to haunt Neville for the past few days and he was quite afraid he was slowly going round the twist. He really had no other choice but to talk it out with someone.
Heaving an exasperated sigh, Neville sank to his knees in front of the fireplace and tossed in the sparkling powder; calling out for the one person he knew would understand his newfound obsession with an older man. " Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place!"
~*~
Harry was firmly and comfortably wrapped around Severus when the fireplace flared. He was definitely considering ignoring it as Severus's hand slid down his back and cupped his bum when Neville's shaky voice called out his name. Groaning, he broke the kiss and smiled at Severus, crawling off his lap to place his head in the fire.
"Hallo, Neville. What can I do for you?"
Neville smiled at Harry then looked over his shoulder and spotted Severus glaring at him. His face darkened in the flames. "Oh! Um…My apologies, Harry. I can ring you later. 'S not that important and I can see I've interrupted."
Harry bit his lip trying not to laugh, turned and looked back over his shoulder, shaking his head at Severus. He looked back at Neville and grinned. "No, it's quite all right, Neville. Let him stew for a bit. Makes things more exciting that way. Nothing like poking a serpent, yes?" he teased Neville gently.
Neville coughed and his face darkened even more. "Harry!"
Harry laughed. "Just joshing with you, Neville. What's the problem?" He got comfortable on the hearth, waiting to hear what Neville had to say.
Neville bit his lip and took a deep breath. He cut his eyes over Harry's shoulder then shook his head. "It's nothing really, Harry. I can ring another time."
Harry followed Neville's gaze then pulled his head out of the fire. Neville heard some muffled talking then saw a black blur pass by the fireplace before Harry returned. Harry grinned at him.
"I've sent him to his lab, Neville. You can talk freely now."
Neville closed his eyes and blew out the breath he'd been holding. "Well, you know I've been out at Arinca Cottage, repairing the grounds…"
Harry nodded, almost afraid to ask. He knew how Neville could be once he got on the topic of his plants but he could tell Neville needed to relax and work his way up to whatever it was he was trying to say. "Yes, how's that coming along? How are Remus and Bill faring?"
Neville's face darkened again and he looked away from Harry. "Err.."
Harry arched an eyebrow and studied Neville. It had been quite sometime since Neville had been this flustered around him and only then when it involved Severus or…
"Neville, did something happen while you were out at Bill and Remus's cottage?"
Neville cleared his throat and nodded. "Oh gods, Harry! I saw them, together! I didn't mean to but they were outside, right there in the bloody open. Who does that?!"
Harry snorted, trying not to laugh. He'd had the same experience once himself and had been just as embarrassed. "Neville, it's all right. They were most likely just as embarrassed as you are."
Neville shook his head. "No, no, Harry. You don't understand." He looked up at Harry, eyes going distant for a moment as he remembered the first time he saw Remus. "I saw them. I couldn't leave because… because he was so… so… scarred. They were everywhere and his body was so pale and lean but it didn't take away from how attractive I found him. He was bloody gorgeous!" He covered his face with his hands.
Harry stared at Neville, licked his lips and murmured. "You watched them?"
Neville nodded and pulled his hands away from his face. Whispering, he continued, the words spilling from him like a waterfall. "And that's not all. I wanked right there with them. Best fucking pull I've ever had in my life. Gods, Harry, I could see Remus's prick as he fucked Bill and it was amazing. Never have I seen someone I wanted like that. I wanted to be Bill, on my knees in front of Remus, sucking his long, thick prick…"
Harry grimaced. "Neville, I really don't want to hear about Remus like that."
But Neville didn't hear a word Harry had said, he was too lost in the memories. "Then the next night, oh, Gods! The two of them, Harry, they were standing there wanking over me. I turned around and bloody hell! Bill had Remus's prick out and was tugging on him. I just stood there, watching, what else could I do? Then he looked at me and those eyes. Merlin, Harry, his fucking beautiful amber eyes were watching me! And he came, staring right at me. It was amazing and simply gorgeous. I've never felt anything like that in my life."
Neville finished, panting harshly and looked up at Harry. "What do I do, Harry?"
Harry stared at Neville, eyes wide with shock. He blinked several times then shook his head and rubbed at his temples before speaking. "Well, first, Neville, never, never tell me about Remus's prick again."
"But, Harry –
"Ah! What did I say? Merlin, Neville, I really don't need to hear about my almost godfather's bits in that much detail, yeah? Unless you'd like me to expound on Severus's bits then we'll just keep this between you, me and the broomsticks, all right?"
Neville stared at him. "Err.. No, that's quite all right, Harry."
Harry smiled. "Neville, calm down, it's going to be all right. I'm not trying to make light of the situation, really. Let me explain. It's normal to find yourself attracted when you come upon a situation like that. Just ignore them. It happens when the moon is waxing. The wolf is growing strong because of the moon's pull. You're probably just reacting to the pheromones Bill and Remus are putting off."
Neville hung his head for a moment then nodded. "You're probably right, Harry. Thanks."
Harry sighed and smiled at Neville again. "You'll see. Why don't you just relax and go see them in the morning. Talk it out."
Neville nodded and pulled his head from the fire, closing the connection. He groaned, thankful Harry couldn't see how telling him about the two encounters had affected him. He leaned back and tugged at his pyjama bottoms, kicking them off his legs.
Gripping his prick, he closed his eyes and moaned as he fisted his prick, letting the images of Remus once again fill his mind's eye. He focused on the way Remus had looked, the silvery white scars that had crisscrossed his chest and abdomen, wondering what the skin would feel like if he traced it with his tongue.
Neville licked his lips as he ran his hand up his shaft, drawing his foreskin over the tip of his prick and pinching it closed over the end. Imagining the cool grass beneath his knees, he pictured the feral look on Remus's face and could nearly feel the man's hands tugging at his hair as he had Bill's. Could almost smell the musky, masculine scent of Remus's prick as he ran his fingers through the tight, crisp, curls of blond hair above his shaft.
Neville curled his fist around his prick again, gliding slow smooth strokes up and down the length. His other hand crept up to his mouth, two fingers sliding past his lips. He sucked hard on them twirling his tongue around the ends and moaning as if they were Remus's cock. Oh, to be in Bill's place!
Remus's rough, scratchy voice echoed in his ears, urging Neville on. "I am enjoying this; you keep that up and our activities will be over sooner than you wish." He moaned around his fingers and stroked his prick faster. "Please… want to be in you when I come. Want to feel the heat, you squeezing me."
Whimpering from the friction along his prick, Neville pulled his fingers from his mouth and ran them along his cock. Sighing at the little bit of slickness, he pulled faster, hurrying himself to orgasm as he recalled the harsh groans and huffs of breaths Remus made as he came.
And then he was there, spilling his semen across his fist, panting and crying out Remus's name in a hoarse voice that echoed through his flat. Neville laid back on the floor, feeling the cooling seed drying on his thighs and closed his eyes, the satisfied look on Remus's face from earlier floating to the surface of his memories.
A screech jolted his senses and he sat up, scrambling to find his pyjama bottoms and he pulled them on as he looked around the room for the source of the noise. Neville stared at the large barn owl on his tiny Bistro table, a letter held tightly in its beak.
He grabbed his wand and cleansed his hands then summoned some Owl treats from the kitchen, offering them to the bird in exchange for his letter. He sucked in a breath as he read the words scrawled across the parchment.
Neville,
We are immensely pleased by what you've done with the lawns thus far and want to thank you for doing such a wonderful job. On that note, Bill and I would like to know if you could join us for supper tomorrow evening. We know this is short notice, so if you've already an evening planned we understand.