westernredcedar (westernredcedar) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2008-05-06 06:46:00 |
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Entry tags: | #lmom 2008, author: westernredcedar, kink: drug/alcohol use, kink: wanking (solo or mutual), remus/severus |
LMoM: 1979 (Part 6~ February 20, 1979)
Title: 1979
Today’s Date: February 20, 1979
Rating: NC-17
Word count: ~1200
Pairing: Remus/Severus (overall fic will be Remus/Severus with several other pairings included)
Kink(s): wanking, alcohol consumption
Challenge: Lusty Month of May 2008
Summary: 1979: One of the worst years of Remus's life. Also, one of the best.
This episode: As Remus and Severus cannot figure out how to actually talk to each other, they do they next best thing- they get roaring drunk.
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!! Not only that, she is veritable font of ideas! 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, Feb 2, Feb 9
The thin, dark figure had been lurking in the shadows outside the bookshop all afternoon. Remus knew he was there, but he had to finish his shift so he tried not to let himself become too distracted. It was a busy day, the new book by young heartthrob author Gilderoy Lockhart had just been released, and swarms of giggling witches had been flooding into the shop since morning. When the clock hit six, Remus said his farewells to Sophie, who was working the late shift, grabbed his cloak, and ran out the door.
He supposed he should walk slowly, or act surprised to see Severus there, but Remus didn’t have it in him. He was exhausted from the long day, and had been desperate to see Severus since that horrible night at The King and Bishop. The last three notes he had sent to him had gone unanswered.
He strode right up to Severus, who was leaning against the wall of Eeylops.
“My hero,” Remus said, as he leaned against the wall next to him.
“Shut up,” replied Severus.
Remus stood up straight and looked him in the eye, “I mean it, Severus. Thank you. You saved me the other night.”
Severus looked at him with a searching expression and then his face relaxed. “I needed to test modifications to that spell. It was a fortuitous opportunity.”
“Hmm,” said Remus with a smile. “Glad to be of service then.”
“You brought Black.” His voice was tight, and Remus suddenly realised why he had not been getting any responses to his notes.
“No,” Remus replied. “I did not bring him. He was just there. And you were late.”
Severus was silent, his lips a thin line.
“I’d like to buy you a thank you drink, if you’ll let me,” said Remus.
“I can buy my own drinks.”
“Why are you waiting here?”
Severus glared at him and did not answer, then started off down the alley at his rapid pace. Remus dashed after him.
“Where are we going?”
“A drink,” Severus replied. “Correct?”
Remus fell into pace beside him and hid his grin.
In their nervousness, the one drink turned to two. Remus was edgy and aroused as he talked in circles, unable to say any of the things he was actually thinking, but he felt the moment getting away from him as they sipped their third round of firewhiskey. After a fourth round of drinks and two hours of painful attempts at flirting and awkward silences, Remus knew they were in trouble. When he had emptied his pockets of the remainder of his dole money for the fifth and sixth rounds, Remus found himself carrying a staggering and snarling Severus out of the little dive and into the alley.
“That scum was going to hurt you,” Severus was slurring in Remus’s ear. “I could have killed him, you know.”
“Yes, you could have,” said Remus, focusing on keeping his feet moving under him, distracted by the feel of Severus's warm, pliant body pressed against him. “Good on you that you didn’t.” He propped Severus up against the brick wall by the pub. “I’m going to apparate us to my flat. All right?”
“No, my house,” said Severus with a stubborn scowl.
“I don’t know where that is,” Remus said, and he wrapped his arm around Severus’s shoulder and focused on the corridor outside his flat, turning them both in an awkward spiral.
They landed in the hallway and fell over in a heap.
Gideon was away having a long weekend camping at the coast with Dorcas, so Remus had the place to himself. He wriggled free of Severus and dragged himself up, then pulled Severus to his feet. Severus's hands were hot and grasping.
“This is where you live?" Severus said, looking around disdainfully.
Remus ignored him and ran his wand over the locks to let them in, then pulled Severus inside.
“I need to lie down,” Remus said. “And so do you.”
“Sod off,” Severus replied. “Don’t tell me what I need.” He swayed dangerously.
Remus grabbed him and pulled him towards the bedroom. Severus struggled and tried to break free of Remus’s grip, but he followed. As soon as he saw the bed he crawled onto it, still wearing his blue-grey coat and his big black boots, and collapsed face down on the quilt.
"Bloody fucking hell," he said. "Let me off the broom."
Remus smiled and nodded in commiseration. "There's no broom. We're pissed."
"Damn." Severus rolled over and pressed his face into Remus's pillow. "Mmm. This smells like you."
"Sorry about that," said Remus, dragging off his shoes and trying to keep from falling over.
"Smells good."
Remus's heart gave a little hopeful lurch at Severus's words.
“Let’s get your coat off,” Remus said, and he tugged at Severus’s sleeves until he had removed the coat and dropped it to the floor. “That's better.”
"That is better," Severus agreed into the pillow.
Removing an article of Severus’s clothes while the man lay prone on his bed was enough to get Remus’s blood pounding. He removed his own jacket and shirt, then leaned down, breathing in the scent of Severus's boozy sweat, and moved in for a kiss.
Severus let out a loud snore.
Fuck.
Remus stepped back and grabbed hold of his bedpost to keep steady. Severus’s black hair was spread across his pillow, his thin frame sprawled diagonally across the entire bed. Remus had wanted to get Severus into his bed for years, and now here he was. Severus's shirt had bunched up as Remus had pulled off his coat, and a strip of pale skin was visible at his waist, stark white in contrast with his black clothing. Remus leaned forward and ran his fingers over the soft, exposed flesh.
He shuddered, the tension and desire of the last hours overwhelming him. He stood back up and grappled his trousers open, fisting his stiffening prick. Severus snoring and drooling on his pillow was suddenly the most arousing image he had ever seen.
Fuck, this was so wrong, but Remus could not stop himself. He was shaking with longing and inebriation as he hurried his hand up and down his shaft, his foreskin tightening with every pull. Gods, don’t let him wake up now.
Severus groaned and shifted on the bed, pulling his legs up and pushing his lovely arse out, arching his back. Remus stifled a moan and increased his pace. He felt his balls tighten and that familiar tingle start to spread up through his gut and then he came, quick and hard, shooting a load of spunk over the edge of the bed, several drops speckling Severus’s boots. He did not have the energy to walk to the loo to get a tissue, so he leaned over and licked the drops of come off the stiff leather, the taste sour and thrilling on his tongue.
Also, he might be sick.
Remus keeled over onto the bed next to Severus, who emitted a deep groan of protest but did not resist when Remus curled up next to him, brushing his sticky fingers over the soft skin of Severus’s back. The world was spinning, and Remus closed his eyes, and then the world went black.
When he woke up in the pitch darkness several hours later, he was alone in his bed. Severus was gone.