westernredcedar (westernredcedar) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2008-05-09 06:17:00 |
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Entry tags: | #lmom 2008, author: westernredcedar, kink: fetish (any), kink: public sex, remus/severus |
LMoM: 1979 (Part 9~ March 25, 1979)
Title: 1979
Today’s Date: March 25, 1979
Rating: NC-17
Word count: ~1,450
Pairing: Remus/Severus
Kink(s): fetish: toes!, public foreplay
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 is fun, but Severus is Severus.
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, Mar 10, Mar 24
The Order meeting was breaking up. People were chatting quietly and heading out the side door of Elphias Doge’s house in twos and threes, so as to not draw too much attention to the place.
It had been an uneventful but depressing meeting, a few frightening reports from the members working at the Ministry and an update from Dorcas on the futile hunt for Tiberius Thompson’s murderer. Many members were absent, including, to Remus’s relief, James and Lily.
For Remus, each presentation had seemed to ramble on forever. He had glanced at his watch every few minutes, feeling the time tick away, knowing every second meant it was less and less likely that Severus would still be waiting for him at the Hog’s Head.
Sitting at Remus’s side, Sirius had taken possession of Remus’s thigh under the table during a particularly dull speech by Dedalus. The touch should have made Remus giddy with anticipation, but today was only making him feel anxious and cross. He moved his leg away.
As Dumbledore dismissed them, Sirius leaned over and whispered in Remus’s ear. “I have two hours of free time and a jar of peanut butter at home with your name on it,” he said, and then he dragged his hand over Remus’s crotch and pinched at his hip.
Remus’s stomach clenched as he shook off Sirius’s hand and rose from his seat a bit too quickly, his breathing shallow.
“I…I can’t, Sirius. I…” he looked away from Sirius and bit the inside of his cheek, screaming at himself to Tell him, you sodding coward, Tell him! He took a deep breath and met Sirius’s eyes.
“I have a date.”
The words had an immediate impact. Sirius's nostrils flared and his smile drooped into stunned surprise, eyebrows pulling together. A rare blush reddened his cheeks. “Oh. Yeah? Sure, Moony,” he said, and Remus could see the wheels of Sirius’s mind spinning with this new information. “A date.” Sirius’s voice weakened with each word. “No. That’s great, mate. Good for you.”
Remus wanted to crawl under the table in shame when Sirius actually managed to give him a smile and a half-hearted slap on the back.
Remus shook his head. He couldn’t do it. “A date…with…my mum, Sirius. For supper. Can’t get out of it. She’s being a nag.” As soon as the lie came out of his mouth, Remus felt better. Bloody hell, what kind of a Gryffindor was he?
Sirius recovered his composure, an enormous grin spreading across his face as Remus's words sank in. “Ah! Mother Lupin! Oh, of course! Give the old girl a slap on the bum from me,” he said, with a bit too much cheek to be completely natural. He stood up and grabbed his jacket off the back of his chair.
“Don’t make me think about my mum’s arse,” said Remus, feeling light as air and as low as a slug knowing Sirius had bought into his story. They walked to the door, waving farewells to Alice, Frank, and Benjy.
“I can give you a ride, Moony,” said Sirius, and then added in a low tone, “No pun intended,” elbowing Remus in the ribs as they approached his motorbike.
“No. I’ll just apparate. Thanks though, Sirius.” Remus was so near to a clean escape, each second that passed felt like an eternity, each guilt-laden moment with Sirius pure agony.
“That peanut butter will still be available tomorrow, assuming some doting Auntie won’t suddenly need you for a meal and macrame,” Sirius said as he swung his leg over the saddle of his bike.
“Yeah.” Remus hoped he sounded noncommittal. "All right."
“I’ll owl you.” With a roar, Sirius and his motorbike were gone. Remus breathed out in relief.
Thirty seconds later, he was dashing through the ancient door of the Hog’s Head Tavern at a full sprint, chest heaving. The dingy pub was almost empty, the haggard assistant barman wiping the tables in one corner (old Aberforth was still at the Order meeting), and only one customer, a woman with long black hair, visible in the corner, humming to herself. Remus skidded to a stop and peered around in the gloom.
No Severus.
He looked at his watch. Five past five.
Fuck.
Remus pressed the palms of his hands to his eyes and swore. “Fuck fuck fuck.”
“Quiet down, Lupin, or she’ll start up again,” said a deep voice from behind him. Remus spun around. Severus was sitting in a dark booth that had been hidden behind the door. He was stubbing out a fag, an assortment of empty glasses arrayed before him.
“Severus.” Remus let out a long breath, his body flooded with relief. He walked towards the booth, heart pounding. “You waited.”
“Shut it. She’s only just quietened down. I cannot take much more,” Severus continued.
“Who?”
Severus indicated the woman in the corner with a slight tilt of his head. Remus took a closer look.
“Banshee?” he whispered, as he slid into the booth across from Severus.
Severus nodded.
“Perhaps we should go somewhere else?”
“Her presence is discouraging other patrons from staying for long,” Severus replied, and Remus thought he saw the corners of Severus’s lips twitch. “She seems fairly well-behaved, for a howling witch-demon. I rather like her.”
“Well then,” Remus grinned and settled back in his seat. “What have you been drinking?”
“I believe I informed you.” Severus scowled. “Water.”
Remus let out a short laugh. There were five empty glasses on the table. “That is a lot of water, Severus.”
Severus frown deepened. “You were late.”
"And you waited."
Severus glared. "I was thirsty."
“You didn’t write or floo for over a month.”
“You got me pissed.”
“It will be bloody inconvenient if you are going to have to piss all night tonight.”
Severus froze and looked at Remus. “All night?” he said, deep and low, and the air seemed to be sucked out of the room.
Remus met his dark gaze. “All night.”
Remus could see Severus swallow, his thin neck tense and stiff. They did not break their stare. Remus licked his dry lips. He knew exactly what he wanted.
Under the table, he slipped off his scuffed trainer. Pretending to scratch his foot, Remus reached down and pulled off his sock, stretching out his long toes, hidden from view. He extended his leg and brushed his bare foot along Severus’s calf. The man across from him tensed and inhaled sharply, but did not look away, or move his leg.
“I might have a beer,” Remus said, as he worked his toes up under Severus’s robes and into the leg of his trousers, inching along the bare skin on his leg. Severus did not appear to be breathing. “Shall I call the barman?” he asked.
“No!” Severus said with a jump.
Remus’s eyebrows raised. “No?”
“No alcohol.” Severus settled back down and Remus took the opportunity to move his foot out of Severus’s trousers and up his leg, brushing his toes along Severus’s inner thigh. After being swept up in Sirius’s wild fun for the last weeks, it was a new pleasure for Remus to be the one in control again. He inched his toes higher. Severus squirmed backwards in his seat, his face now bright red, and Remus slid down in the booth to wiggle his toes up even further.
“Lupin!”
“Don’t make a scene. The banshee will start up again, remember?”
“I…wait…stop…stop!” Severus’s expression verged on panic and Remus realized he really meant it.
He pulled his foot away. “What’s wrong?”
Severus swallowed. “I need to know what…what happened.”
“When? Just now?” Remus was sincerely concerned. “I removed my shoe, and…”
“No. Not now, Lupin. That night. Before. I…I don’t remember.” Severus had stopped looking at Remus and reached for his cigarettes, lighting a new one.
Remus reached across the table and grabbed Severus’s fag. “You div.” Remus took a long drag and waited for Severus's dark gaze to settle back on him. “Nothing happened. I took you home. You passed out, and so did I.”
“Oh.”
Remus returned the cigarette to Severus and leaned back. He brought his bare foot up between Severus legs and nestled his toes against the hot bulge at his crotch, which twitched and grew as he pressed in. Severus shuddered and gasped at the contact, then cast a glance over at the others in the bar. Remus, his own prick stirring, checked as well. No one appeared to have noticed them.
“That will not be the plan for this evening, however,” Remus said in a raspy low voice. He moved his toes in a slow undulation, and Severus ground his hips ever so slightly forward to press in against Remus’s foot. Severus groaned. Remus's agile toes probed at the buttons of Severus's trousers, attempting to pop a few open. “I don’t want to miss anything, so I plan to keep my head this time.”
Remus had assumed he knew what was going on, that he was in control, but then Severus leaned in and breathed, “I have already acquired a room,” and Remus realized that this night, and his life, had just become far more interesting.