mutterings of a music history major (thescarletwoman) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2008-05-06 13:08:00 |
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Entry tags: | #lmom 2008, author: thescarletwoman, kink: felching, kink: sex in water, remus/james |
LMoM 6: Quidditch Balls of a Different Sort, or Soap on a Rope
Title: Quidditch Balls of a Different Sort, or Soap on a Rope
Author: thescarletwoman
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Remus/James
Kink(s): sex in water, felching
Challenge: LMoM 2008
Word Count: ~1700
Summary: Gryffindor wins the first match of the Quidditch season and Remus can think of no better way to congratulate James.
Notes: Continuing in the same arc. Due to a meeting with a rather unusual woman, Remus finds that it's sex before the full moon that helps to ease his transformations. To Rose for the uber-speedy beta. :*
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It's a crisp autum day when Gryffindor plays their first match against Slytherin. It seems as if the entire school has turned out to see this historic match and neither team has disappointed. It is a close game all the way through. James scores as many points as Rookwood does. If Sirius hits a Bludger, Regulus knocks it back at him. It is a free-for-all that seems like it would go on forever, and not even a glint of gold from the snitch either. Remus watches from the stands, thinking the clear sky will make it easier for Gideon to spot the snitch. Gryffindor barely manages to eek out a ten point lead when Gideon goes into a nose dive. Gibbon follows but Gideon has a jump on him. The crowd takes a collective gasp and three quarters of the students in attendance cheer when Gideon emerges triumphant, the tiny ball clutched in his fist.
Peter and James cheer their house mates, laughing as James pumps his fist in the air in triumph. Making their way through the streaming crowd (and feeling much like a fish attempting to swim upstream), Remus and Peter are waiting at the locker room to congratulate their house mates. Everyone knows there will be celebrating tonight, cheering Gryffindor's victory.
It's Peter that offers to sneak down to the kitchens and nick the food they'll need for the festivities this evening. With a final sweaty hug, the team heads into the showers and the remaining Gryffindors disperse back to the Tower. Remus pretends to follow them, but hangs in the back of the group, slowing his step and letting his housemates get farther and farther away.
Doubling back, Remus crouches behind a conveniently placed bush right next to the entrance to the locker rooms. Keeping himself out of sight, Remus watches as each teammate leaves the showers. He counts silently under his breath, hoping that James will be the last one to leave. If he's not... the plan is shot all to hell. One, two, three, four... and the Prewett twins are still in there as is James. Perfect.
Remus stands and makes as if he's coming back to the showers having forgotten something when he runs into Fabian and Gideon.
"Great game," Remus congratulates.
"Yeah, it was," Fabian replies. "You looking for James? He's still in there, the slow bugger. He was already starting to work on strategy for the next game."
Remus laughs. "That sounds like James all right."
"You heading back?" Gideon asks.
"In a minute. James stole one of my essays and I'm planning on hexing his bollocks off if he doesn't give it back."
The twins leave Remus to his plots of castration, and Remus takes a deep breath before going into the locker room. He doesn't hear the sound of a shower yet, so he knows he has to be careful. One wrong move and James will see him too soon. Remus presses himself flat against the wall, carefully inching closer to the end of the hallway where it spills out into the locker room proper. Remus reaches the mouth of the corridor, peeking his head around to spot James.
Jackpot.
James is in the middle of undressing, removing the padding first, followed by his outer robes. Remus sucks in a breath when James bends over, the curve of his arse sticking up in the air and Remus can see a perfect outline, thanks to the too-tight trousers. Standing up straight, James drops his trousers and the thin material pools in a puddle at his feet. For being a Pureblooded wizard, Remus is surprised to see the jock strap, though that too quickly joins the pile of clothing on the floor.
Oh bloody fucking hell.
James's body is seer perfection. There isn't a lick of hair on his person, save the dark trail leading from his navel and down towards his prick. There's a small smile on his face as James runs a hand down his chest, hand giving his cock several light pumps with his hand. James looks as if he's expecting something or waiting for someone. Remus quickly turns around, half afraid that Sirius is about to walk in and steal James away. Thankfully, there's no one there and by the time Remus glances back, James is gone. The sound of water can be heard, coupled with James's contented sigh.
It's now or never, Remus.
Remus sheds his own clothing, carefully looping it over the bench beside James' locker. Nude as well, he cautiously tiptoes forward, his breathing beginning to increase with each step he takes.
"Oi. Moony. Are you joining me or not?"
Remus stumbles into the shower, looking nowhere near as graceful as he wanted to. James stands before him, the water spray hitting his back, some of it running down his chest. An unbridled image of Sirius and James under the shower comes back and once more, Remus is struggling to keep his balance.
"How'd you know I was here?" Remus asks, taking in everything he can about James's body. The sunkissed skin, the thick cock covered in soap and being stroked to arousal.
"Mirrors, Moony. Mirrors. I saw you come in." James licks his lips, his own gaze dropping to Remus's groin. "And from the looks of it, you rather like what you see." When nude, there's nothing to hide a state of arousal. And, given the way James is looking at him, James is happy with the proceedings. "Well, are you going to stand there all day?" James asks, turning towards the shower, purposefully dropping the bar of soap he was holding. "Or are you going to get that for me?"
Remus doesn't have to be told twice. He stalks towards James like a wolf after its prey, bending down to pick up the soap and running his hand along James's arse as he stands back up. He moves under the spray, quickly lathering his hand with the soap and setting it aside. Remus's free hand spreads James's arse wide, his soapy fingers pushing just inside James's entrance. James leans forward, bracing his forearms against the wet tile. He spreads his legs further, giving Remus complete access to his arse. One finger, then two, stretching and opening, making James ready for him.
"Like that?" Remus hisses, licking the water from James's skin.
"Yes," James replies, a keening note to his voice. "Would like it even better if you'd just get on and fuck me."
Who could resist such an invitation?
One hand resting on James's hip, Remus slides forward, the head of his cock teasing James's entrance. James bucks backwards, attempting to impale himself on Remus's cock. Remus, after a bit of teasing, complies, the soap acting as the lubricant. Water beats down on their bodies as Remus slams into James. The sound of water drowns out their whimpers and moans and acts as an external catalyst, propelling Remus into the throes of passion much sooner than he would have liked. At the same moment Remus spills himself inside James, Remus can feel James's inner muscles clenching around his cock. Remus feels bad that he got off so quickly and he never even touched James.
Yet, when James turns his head, capturing Remus's lips in a crushing, bruising kiss, Remus knows James is far from upset. Besides, it isn't like this is a one time ordeal.
James reaches out, turning off the water and the locker room seems strangely quiet without its presence. Remus grasps the base of his cock and steps backwards, sliding out of James with a quiet smacking sound. Then, acting on pure instinct, Remus falls to his knees behind James.
"Moony what -- aaaaah!"
A loud moan finishes the sentence as Remus's hands grasp James's arse, forcing the twin globes apart. His tongue darts forward, into James's arse and licking his way inside. James's whimpers grew more and more insistent as Remus's tongue teases and tastes, cleaning him from the inside out. He knows this should be wrong, the taste of his own semen on his tongue, and yet he finds it arousing. James isn't arguing against the act either.
Finally satisfied that James is clean, Remus sits back, looking up at James spread so wantonly. Oh this is something he could definitely get used to. James collapses to the floor, not caring about the remnants of soap or puddles of water he's sitting in. It takes James a few moments to catch his breath and to be able to pull himself into a sitting position.
"You, Moony, are a dirty, dirty man," James says, sitting back on his heels and leaning against the wet tiles.
The rhythmic fall of water droplets from the shower head fills the silence between the two best mates. There's a moment of hesitation before Remus reaches above himself, turning on the tap once more. The spray is still hot and it washes over James.
"Good thing we're still in a shower, isn't it?" Remus asks, moving to his hands and knees, crawling towards James.
"You're insatiable."
"You're complaining."
"Wouldn't dream of it."