Still, where did the lighter fluid come from? (emiime) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2008-05-05 22:21:00 |
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Entry tags: | #lmom 2008, author: emiime, kink: first time, kink: frottage, kink: partially clothed sex, remus/sirius |
LMOM, Day 5: What Happened Next (Remus/Sirius, NC-17)
Title: What Happened Next
Author: emiime
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Kink(s): Frottage, first time, partially-clothed sex
Challenge: Lusty Month of May 2008
Word Count: 1247
Summary: Remus and Sirius almost get caught--twice.
(Did you miss something? Day One Day Two Day Three Day Four)
He was kissing Sirius. And Sirius was kissing him back. And this wasn't one of his pathetic fantasies, and he wasn't alone. Remus felt himself growing hard inside his trousers, and he broke the kiss, putting a hand on Sirius's chest.
"Oh god—stop—"
They were both breathing hard, shoulders and chests rising and falling with effort. Remus trembled as Sirius gazed at him, his mouth hanging open stupidly, framed by swollen lips, his eyes half lidded.
"Moony, what's wrong?" Sirius sounded as if he had a bad cold, but Remus's own voice had sounded similar—all that kissing, god.
"I don't—I don't know—" Remus wasn't sure what exactly it was he didn't know. He wanted to kiss Sirius some more—that he knew. But his cock was a little too interested to make any further kissing a possibility, and he couldn't tell Sirius that. He didn't want to make a fool of himself.
"Then kiss me some more, Moony, god." And Sirius's lips were on his again, and Sirius's hand was on his thigh, and Remus thought that maybe sitting cross-legged wasn't the best way to sit because their faces were too far apart when they were both sitting that way, and they both had to lean over, and Sirius's hand was oh god, what— creeping up his thigh, and Remus scrambled to his knees.
"Wait, wait—" he said, and he readied further protests, but then Sirius's eyes went wide and he put a finger to his lips. He put his arms around Remus and they tumbled down, embracing on the quilt.
"Peter," Sirius whispered against Remus's ear, his breath making the hair on Remus's neck stand up. Remus froze, and a handful of seconds later, the dormitory door swung open, and someone stomped across the room—yes, Peter, back from his rendezvous with Sheila, and not having had much success, by the weight of his footsteps.
Sirius held Remus tightly, and Remus burrowed into the embrace, trying to make as little noise as possible. It wouldn't do to be discovered, not like this, not with Sirius's arms around him and Sirius's hair tangling with his on the pillow and Sirius's mouth so close to his ear and Sirius's—oh.
Oh.
Well. That certainly complicated things.
Remus had been too busy concentrating on not getting caught by Peter and not pressing his erection into Sirius's leg that he hadn't even considered that Sirius might be sharing both his problems.
He tried to move away, but Sirius held him tightly, squeezing his arm as if to say oh, no, you don't. A thousand ideas raced through Remus's mind, each less plausible than the last, of how to escape from this situation, and he ended up with nothing—nothing except for Sirius's arms wrapped around him, Sirius's prick pressed against his thigh oh god.
They lay like that, pressed together, until Remus thought he'd surely burst. There was nothing they could do—he'd racked his brain—and they seemed to be fated to lie there in the cave of Remus's bed at least until dinnertime.
Remus had nearly given up when the most glorious noise he had ever heard rattled through their dormitory.
Peter was snoring.
He broke away from Sirius, gulping in air, and flopped onto his back.
"Oh my god," Sirius gasped, and he laughed, sitting up and grabbing Remus's hand. "Come on," he said, and they slipped from Remus's bed and dashed to the bathroom, where Sirius slammed the door and locked it behind them.
The cold stone and the lights of the bathroom were shocks to Remus's senses after lying for so long in the warm confines of his bed with Sirius wrapped around him. He shivered and shoved his hands in his pockets. He wasn't sure he liked the way Sirius was looking at him.
"So," he said, attempting a casual tone, "What, um—did you want to—"
For once in his life, Sirius seemed uncertain of himself. "I want to, yeah. If you do, I mean. I meant all that, you know." He gestured in the direction of the dormitory.
Remus nodded. "Okay." There was a pause, then he and Sirius both moved at once and bumped against each other, which set them both to nervous laughter.
"Try again?" Sirius suggested, and Remus nodded, and they came together and Sirius took Remus's face in his hands and Remus put his hands in Sirius's hair and they kissed again, slowly at first, both hesitating, then faster, and Remus opened his mouth and so did Sirius, and god, their tongues touched and Remus thought he might come in his pants.
He whimpered and pulled Sirius closer, and yes, Sirius was still hard, too, and they had a conversation that began with one of them—Remus never remembered which—saying Do you and ended with both of them saying Yes, with muttering and gasping and fumbling in between, and then Sirius had shoved down both their trousers and they didn't bother with their pants, just collapsed on the floor together, rubbing and kissing and gasping and how had this all happened so quickly?
Remus didn't care; all he cared about was that he was about a minute away from coming, and it still wasn't one of his pathetic fantasies. Sirius was actually there, rubbing his y-fronts against Remus's and choking back moans, and Remus was doing the same, and they kissed and fumbled their way towards orgasm.
When Remus came, he cried out before he could stop himself, and Sirius kissed him, hard, as Remus's spunk soaked through his pants and through the fabric of Sirius's as well. Sirius came a moment later, and Remus felt a new flush of wet heat, and fuck they were both going to be all sticky now, and Remus thought that maybe he didn't really care about that.
They broke apart, panting, and Remus pressed his palm to his pants, soaked though they were with his come and with Sirius's.
Sirius muttered something, but Remus was too overwhelmed to ask him to repeat himself. He found out a moment later, though, when Sirius shoved his wand at Remus.
"Better get cleaned up," he murmured, and Remus shoved Sirius's wand back at him and took out his own to clean the mess all over his pants.
"That was, um," he said, and he couldn't speak anymore. A grin broke over his face, and he tried to hide it, but Sirius saw, of course he did.
"Yeah," Sirius said, sounding a little more like his old cocky self, "It really was."
They stood, then, both fastening their trousers, and Remus paused, then took a step forward to kiss Sirius again. Their lips had just brushed when there came a pounding on the bathroom door that could be matched only by the pounding of Remus's heart against his ribcage at that moment.
"Bloody hell, open up!" came Peter's voice, and Remus's eyes went wide. How to explain the fact that he and Sirius were locked in the bathroom together, and that it probably reeked of sex in there?
"Hold on, Wormtail," shouted Sirius, "Door's stuck!" He grabbed Remus by the shoulders, then and kissed him again, missing his mouth by about a mile, then unlocked the door and yanked it open.
Peter rushed over to the toilets, grumbling, and Remus sagged against the wall, just shaking his head in disbelief, grinning like a fool at Sirius.