westernredcedar (westernredcedar) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2008-05-07 06:42:00 |
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Entry tags: | #lmom 2008, author: westernredcedar, kink: exhibitionism, remus/sirius |
LMoM: 1979 (Part 7~ March 10, 1979)
Title: 1979
Today’s Date: March 10, 1979
Rating: PG-13
Word count: ~1200
Pairing: Remus/Sirius (sort of)
Kink(s): public nudity? :) I suppose we could call it exhibitionism.
Challenge: Lusty Month of May 2008
Summary: 1979: One of the worst years of Remus's life. Also, one of the best.
Today’s Episode: Sirius has a memorable birthday planned for Remus at the Wimbourne Wasps home game…and it has nothing to do with Quidditch. Or sex!
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, Feb 20
“This is not exactly how I had hoped to spend my birthday, Padfoot,” said Remus, as Sirius draped his jeans over Remus’s outstretched arm and then started pulling off his socks.
“It’s going to be a world-class laugh, Moony, old mate. I guarantee this birthday to be the best sodding birthday in the history of birthdays,” Sirius replied, shoving his socks into Remus’s jacket pocket and dancing up and down on his bare feet in the cold grass. “Don’t lose those.”
They were under the stands at the Wimbourne Wasps stadium, the sounds of the game filtering through the stands above. Sirius had bought the Quidditch tickets as a gift for Remus’s birthday, and before the current situation had evolved, the two of them had been revelling in the unseasonably warm March day on the pitch, watching a close match with Falmouth.
James had been invited, apparently, but had returned some poxy excuse about needing to visit with Lily’s family; Remus knew they were still avoiding each other after the incident at New Year’s. No one knew where Peter had got to in the last month. There were a hundred reasons why Remus couldn’t invite Severus, including the fact that Severus had been ignoring him for the past eighteen days (not that he was counting). So it was just Remus and Sirius and the muscled flyers of Falmouth and Wimbourne enjoying the day together. Remus had been in heaven.
Until Sirius’s suggestion.
“I read about it in a Muggle newspaper last year. It was all the rage. Maybe I’ll make the Prophet!” Sirius pulled his t-shirt over his head, and Remus drew in a sharp breath at seeing Sirius’s toned, lean body again after so long. Sirius didn’t notice.
“Yeah. The headline will read Idiot Ruins Friend’s Birthday,” Remus replied.
“You’ll love it, Moony. Your problem is you just don't know how to have any fun.” Sirius had his thumbs hooked in the waistband of his pants. He winked. “Ready?”
Remus was not ready. He was standing in the chilly shadows, draped with Sirius’s clothes like a coat rack, about to be utterly humiliated.
“You are just going to run out there starkers?” Remus asked again.
“Yep.”
“Explain to me why exactly?”
Sirius gave him a little frown. “Remus, please. Must there always be a reason?” He kicked Remus gently with his bare foot.
“Yes.”
“Fine then.” Sirius stuck out his tongue. “I’ve kept this glorious arse of mine hidden from the world for far too long, and it is time to share the wonderment at last.” With that, Sirius pulled down his pants and flung them onto Remus’s shoulder, and Remus was taken again by how fucking perfect Sirius’s body was, round arse and proud thick cock, before the blush started up from his chest and Sirius grinned. "Once they get a load of this," he gestured up and down his body, "all the birds will want me, and all the blokes will want to be me. And all the poofs will want both. Greedy fuckers!" In his head, Remus grudgingly agreed.
“Happy Birthday, Moony!” he shouted, and he turned and ran out from under the stands and into the sunlight on the Quidditch pitch.
Remus followed him closely enough to get a good view.
The nature of Quidditch was such that most of the spectators were looking up as Sirius streaked the field, so it took quite a show of shouting and flailing and a few bollock-bouncing star jumps for Sirius to attract anyone’s attention. He glanced over at Remus several times, his expression wild.
Remus tried not to laugh as he watched Sirius dash around the pitch, because he didn’t want to let Sirius be right about this, but sod it all, it was hysterical. He broke into a broad grin.
The first gasps and laughs and pointing started from the stands, and the reaction encouraged Sirius to break into a flat-out run, circling the stadium. He was fast and beautiful and fucking funny, his cock flopping and his hair streaming behind him, waving to the crowd. Several cameras flashed.Sirius looked over at Remus and wiggled his bum. He was smiling and winking and obviously having the time of his life, and his utter joy made Remus laugh out loud.
Remus heard the Quidditch referee whistle a halt to the game and then watched him zoom down towards Sirius, followed closely by several members of the Wimbourne security team. Sirius seemed to know he was caught, so he stopped, took a run up and executed a single perfect cartwheel to wild applause from the crowd.
Every instinct in his body told Remus he should just run like fuck, but he controlled the impulse and decided to go and help. Taking a deep breath he walked out into the open.
The crowd started booing the security team as they took Sirius by the arms and attempted to walk him off the pitch. One security wizard removed his pointy hat and used it to cover Sirius’s cock and balls, which really did little to help the situation, emphasizing the area rather than detracting from it. The crowd laughed and cheered. Sirius looked up at the stands and grinned. Remus was pleased to see even the hovering Quidditch players were smiling, and the Falmouth Seeker appeared to be in hysterics.
A security wizard had noticed Remus coming towards them and rushed forward to meet him. “You there. Do you know this ... ahem... gentleman?” he asked, pointing back at Sirius.
“I’m afraid so,” Remus admitted. “I have his clothes.”
The man Accio’d Sirius’s clothes from him with a flick of his wand, and dashed back over to Sirius and the crowd of security guards moving off the pitch. A few new figures, looking suspiciously like reporters, had joined the group. As Remus walked up, a security wizard was asking Sirius, “Do you have anything to say, young man?”
“Yes,” Sirius said, and leaned towards the man with a smile. “Give us a kiss.”
Remus was amused to see that at least half of the security team had to fight against laughing themselves. In the distance, a whistle blew, and the game started again behind them.
“What shall we do with him, sir?” asked one of the men holding Sirius’s arm.
“Reunite him with his underpants, for starters," said an older wizard who appeared to be in charge, and the pair of zebra striped pants were passed through the crowd to Sirius, who pulled them on.
“You gents have tickets to the game?” the same man asked Remus.
“Yes, sir,” said Remus. “We’re here for my birthday.”
“Dear oh dear, what is the world coming too?" the man muttered. He turned to Sirius and said, “You realise no one wants to see your privates again, young man?”
Sirius appeared to be thinking the question over so Remus shouted, “He knows, sir.”
“You’ll take charge of him?”
“Yes, sir.”
The security officer paused and gave Remus an appraising look-over. Remus stood up tall and put on his most responsible expression. He man’s shoulders slumped. “Oh sod it, back to your seats you two. Don’t make us have to speak to you again. And get dressed, you.” The guards released Sirius and shoved his clothes into his hands.
“Thank you, sir. Much appreciated, sir,” said Remus, and he grabbed Sirius and dragged him away before he could say anything to change the security officer’s mind.
As soon as they had turned a corner and were out of sight of the guards, Remus cuffed Sirius in the back of the head. “You jammy git, I cannot believe you got away with that,” he said.
“You still have my socks, I hope,” Sirius replied with a grin, and Remus cuffed him again.
Sirius pulled on bits of clothes as they walked. “Don’t be like that. You adored every minute of it,” he teased, and as Remus could not deny it, he did not try.
They climbed up the stairs to their seats. When they reached an empty walkway, Sirius suddenly stopped, grabbed Remus’s arm, spun him around, and kissed him on the lips, soft and deep, and Remus melted into him. A memory.
“I hope you appreciate what I was willing to do for your sodding birthday,” said Sirius as he broke off the kiss. He brushed a hand over Remus’s cheek and stared into his eyes for a moment, then added, “Never forget that I love you, you stupid tosser,” before punching him in the arm and dashing past him up the stairs. “Now come on, we’re missing the game.”
Remus never forgot.
Note: This incident is based on the adventures of 25 year old Australian Michael O'Brien at Twickenham Rugby ground in 1974. Here is the arresting officer's report of the day. Enjoy! This story was brought to my attention by guess who? That's right, blpaintchart! And she made the icon for my birthday!