mutterings of a music history major (thescarletwoman) wrote in scarletdreams, @ 2008-01-16 01:22:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2005, rated: nc-17, remus lupin, remus/sirius, sirius black |
[FIC] Remus/Sirius -- The Surprise (NC-17)
Title: The Surprise
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Kink(s): would you consider motorbike sex a kink?
Challenge: Lusty Month of May Marathon, day seven
Words: 1085
Notes: A repost of the LMoMM fic - day seven
Originally Posted: May 2005
"Sirius would you come out here for a minute?"
Remus's voice wafted through the air on what was quickly becoming a hot July afternoon. Sirius rolled over on the couch of Remus's cottage taking advantage of Dumbledore's orders to "Lie low at Lupin's" quite literally. After being on the run for most of the past year, he took every opportunity he could to lie in in the morning or take naps on Remus's more than comfortable couch.
Of course, he and Remus had found other ways to skew the meaning of "lying low" and he was sure they weren't exactly what Dumbledore had had in mind.
Sirius rolled over, clutching the sofa pillow to his chest. He was comfortable on the couch and wasn't interested in moving for anything, even Remus's shouts from outside. Knowing Moony, he probably had the brilliant idea of going for a walk or working outside and doing some sort of menial work such as weeding. Why go outside when he had a perfectly good nap waiting for him if he just closed his eyes...?
"Sirius, are you ignoring me?" Remus asked, poking his head through the sitting room window.
"Shh... leave me alone, I'm sleeping," Sirius replied, quite evidently not sleeping.
Remus sighed. "You oaf. Would you move your arse, get off the couch and come out here?"
"'m not weeding," he grumbled in reply, not budging from the couch.
"Did I say you were?" Remus asked, raising an eyebrow.
"That's what you had me do the last five times you woke me from a nap. And the time before that was to plant the garden and the time before that --"
"I get your point," Remus replied dryly, interrupting Sirius. "I promise that you will not be weeding nor doing any other housework and if you would just get off that sexy arse of yours, you'll see the surprise I have for you."
Sirius sighed and swung his legs around, pulling himself into a sitting position. "Fine," he said, running a hand through his once-again shorter hair. One of the first orders of business once he had arrived at the cottage was handing Remus a pair of scissors and saying 'cut'. He loved long hair but the length it was bordered on ridiculous.
Exiting the house, Sirius walked around the back to see just what Remus had in his little head that was going to be such a wonderful surprise. He half expected it to be some flower or plant that had just budded. It would be just like Moony to be excited over something like that. Slightly annoying when he wanted to nap but it was those little quirks that made Moony as endearing as he was.
Instead, he saw his old motorbike standing in the middle of the grass; still wet from the bath Remus had given it.
Smiling, Remus walked behind Sirius, slipping his arms around his lover's waist and kissing his shoulder. "Surprise."
Sirius whirled around, pulling Remus tight against himself. "Where... how...?"
Remus chuckled. "From Hagrid. Now that you've been cleared, at least amongst our crowd, Hagrid said he had no use for it anymore and that it should be returned to it's original owner. He returned it today and I thought I'd clean it up to surp--"
Remus was cut off by being dragged across the lawn. Sirius sat on the motorbike and started up the engine, grinning for the first time in months as the machine growled to life. Remus smiled, watching Sirius; but the smile turned to a gasp of surprise when he was pulled onto the bike, his legs straddling Sirius.
"Remember this?" Sirius asked, running his hands along Remus's thighs.
All Remus could manage was a nod, the combination of the rumbling engine and Sirius's hands quickly overwhelmed his senses. Remus ran his hands over Sirius's chest, his thumbs lightly rubbing Sirius's nipples through the soft cotton of his polo shirt. Sirius kissed Remus hard, their open mouths swallowing each other's moans as they rubbed and touched each other; the engine of the motorbike serving to arouse.
"We can't go flying," Remus whispered, trailing open mouthed kisses down Sirius's neck. He nipped at his collarbone then smoothed the bite with his tongue. "Not with you being wanted and..."
"We'll stay on the ground," Sirius replied, unbuttoning Remus's trousers. "Don't have to fly... just want you."
Sirius wrapped a hand around Remus's cock and began to stroke. Remus tossed his head back, baring his throat to Sirius's hungry mouth. Small red marks from Sirius's nips began to appear on Remus's long neck but the marks would be gone in a day or so. Besides, it wasn't as if visitors to the cottage came every day to see the evidence of their lovemaking. They were lucky if someone stopped by once a week.
Rubbing his thumb across the head of Remus's cock, Remus responded in kind by rubbing against Sirius. His cock strained in the confines of his trousers.
"Come for me, Moony," Sirius whispered against Remus's neck.
Sirius's free hand traced along the cleft of Remus's arse; his finger pressing just at his entrance. That simple movement, as Sirius knew full well, was enough to make Remus come, his soft cries mingling with the chirping cicadas.
Lightly kissing Remus on the lips, he whispered a cleaning charm on them both (and the bike as well) and he finally turned the bike off. Remus slumped forward, his head on Sirius's shoulder. Rubbing his back, Sirius held his lover closer, unable to hide his own erection that had yet to be taken care of. It didn't matter that much anyway. They would go inside and continue their activities momentarily.
After all, Dumbledore had said to 'lie low'. They were just following orders.
Sirius had to chuckle. It was probably the first time, if Dumbledore knew just how 'accurately' they were following his orders that Sirius actually followed a direct order from an authority figure.
"Like your surprise?" Remus asked after he had caught his breath.
Sirius nodded. "Yes. Hope Hagrid just thought we rode the bike and never had sex on it."
Remus picked his head up, swinging his legs off. He extended a hand to Sirius with a smile; having the same idea to go inside as Sirius did.
"Oh but Padfoot, we always 'rode' on the bike," Remus said innocently.
Sirius took Remus's hand and followed him into the house. Who was he to quibble about double entendres?