mutterings of a music history major (thescarletwoman) wrote in scarletdreams, @ 2008-05-03 14:42:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2008, james/sirius, peter pettigrew, rated: nc-17, remus lupin, sirius black |
LMoM 3: Of Showers and Surprises
Title: Of Showers and Surprises
Author: thescarletwoman
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Remus alone, Sirius/James
Kink(s): voyeurism, masturbation
Challenge: LMoM 2008
Word Count: 1150
Summary: Remus is beginning to explore this new side of his sexuality and learns that Peter is quite a bit more perceptive than anyone ever thought.
Notes: Continuing in the same arc as the first two. 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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A transformation has never been easier and Remus owes it all to Peter, or else... to the realisation that proximity to the moon assists in lessening the pain of transformation. This doesn't, of course, mean he intends on being a saint three weeks out of the month. He's a man now, coming completely into his sexuality and intends on making a go of it.
After his... encounter (for lack of a better word) with Peter, Remus begins to look at his best mates in a completely different light. Of course, they are still his best mates, friends to the end and partners in crime (until Remus has to bail their arses out of trouble). Remus knows, in the back of his mind, that there are things he always saw but never wanted to admit to, for fear of being called a shirt-lifter. However, when one had three mates that slept not two metres away, why shouldn't advantages be taken?
Because, he reasons, he doesn't know for certain if Sirius and James have the same inclinations. He and Peter have fooled around a bit more, however never going past second or even third base. The actual act has not been done. While Remus may love Peter like a brother, there's something about bending him over that doesn't sit right in the pit of his stomach. As for the other way? He doesn't fancy having anything shoved up his arse thankyouverymuch.
No, he's curious as to Sirius's and James's leanings.
Over the past few weeks, he's observed glances that pass between them when they think no one else is looking. Sure, James may be in the barest beginnings of a relationship with Lily, but it seems (to Remus anyway) that there is still something going on between them.
And if that's the case...
For a guy who has only now discovered the world of homosexuality, Remus has quite a vivid imagination. No, not homosexuality, he reminds himself. Birds still have quite an appeal as well. Bisexual is the term best used to describe him. There's no harm in liking both blokes and birds, is there? It merely... widens the potential field of dating and fucking. Who wouldn't want that?
In the privacy of his bed, curtains shut tight, Remus's imagination runs away with him. The men and women don't have faces and Remus finds he doesn't need faces to make the fantasies come to light. He imagines any permeation he can think of: himself caught between two men, one fucking his arse, the other his mouth (alright, so exceptions could be made in some cases). Another image is conjured, two women this time, with Remus on his back, tonguing the girl's cunt while the other rides him. His hand works over his cock, still hidden beneath his smalls and trousers. Two men, each one fucking a single woman between them. Partners are added and subtracted while Remus lets his imagination run rampant.
Sirius, James and Peter will return any moment, back from their raid of the kitchens (which is less a raid and more asking the House Elves for food and returning with enough to feed a small army). It's by sheer strength of will alone that Remus manages to force his erection away. He can hear voices drawing nearer, up the stairs and at last entering the dormitory. After a few moments, the sounds of laughter die down and when Remus finally pokes his head out from behind his curtains, he sees Peter sitting on his bed, surrounded by biscuits and cakes.
Bloody fantastic, he thinks, his stomach growling in agreement.
"Going to take a shower," Remus says, knowing full well the shower he intends for himself will be ice cold.
"I wouldn't if I were you," Peter warns cryptically.
Shrugging off the warning, Remus grabs a towel from within his wardrobe and heads down the short corridor to the showers. It's when he hears the first keening noise that he stops, frozen in his tracks. Bloody hell. Here he'd been wondering all this time, and Peter already knew. Peter was a bit more perceptive than they gave him credit for.
He cannot see anything but shadows moving behind the drawn shower curtain but he can tell by the physiques that it's Sirius and James standing there. No, wait... only one of them is standing and from the height he guesses it's James. Sirius has his legs wrapped around James's waist, using the shower wall for support. The sounds of grunting are barely obscured by the shower's spray as it hits their bodies. Remus knows he should back away, but his feet are rooted to the floor. Somehow, the fact that he cannot clearly see either James or Sirius makes his voyeurism that much more erotic. His mind can conjure the images he wants to see.
The curve of Sirius's back. The rivulets of water as they run down James's chest. The way Sirius leans forward, licking the water.
He's caught between a rock and a hard place -- literally. He cannot further enter the bathroom without alerting James and Sirius to his presence and he cannot rejoin Peter in the dorm with his stiffy. And while his body aches to join Sirius and James in the shower, he forces himself to turn away as cries of ecstasy echo off the tiled walls. He may want to join, but he'd rather play with them both individually... before they all fall into bed together.
Remus licks his lips and pulls his shirt from the confines of his trousers, using the tails to obscure his erection. He slips back into the dorm and is relieved to find Peter has left, though why he'd abandon all the goodies from the kitchen is beyond Remus. Remus jumps onto his bed and draws his curtains, hands fumbling in his zeal to remove his trousers and grasp his aching cock. Visions of the shower scene dance in his head while he strokes himself.
Their seventh year is looking far from boring.