Summer Born (summerborn) wrote in summerfic, @ 2007-09-10 21:05:00 |
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Entry tags: | harry, harry/neville, neville, rated nc-17, remus, threesomes |
Some Things Change (Remus, Harry/Neville, NC-17)
Originally posted March 31, 2007; linked from here.
TITLE: Some Things Change
RATING: NC-17
PAIRING: Implied Remus/Harry/Neville, Harry/Neville
KINKS: Voyeurism (and implied threesome)
CHALLENGE: This was supposed to be for the February Fuq 2007, which gave me a kink (voyeurism) and the theme of Valentine's Day or an anniversary (in this case, a birthday), but I am woefully late.
NOTES: Characters belong to JKR. 1250 words.
There were some things in Remus Lupin's life that he had learned to live with. Lycanthropy, for example: it was not fun, nor desirable; it just was. Remus accepted his disease, managed it even. The death of Sirius—tragic, stupid, but again something he'd just had to accept. A long-standing crush on Severus Snape that would never be returned—painful at times, but at least it gave him someone to think about on those cold nights when it hurt too much to be alone.
Ah, being alone. Yet another thing Remus Lupin had gotten used to long, long ago. With a few exceptions that definitely hadn't worked out, he'd been alone for close to two decades.
Which is why, when he first opened his eyes on this particular sunny morning, he thought he must still be dreaming—there was someone else in bed with him.
He looked down at the arms wrapped around his chest and tried to force his sleepy brain to start working. There were two arms... that didn't belong to the same person. And this wasn't his bed.
His brain tried to come up with an explanation, and failed utterly.
All right, old man, time to take stock of the situation. You're in bed with two other people. First find out who they are, and how you got here, and then we'll worry about what to do next.
He glanced upward, trying to take in the decor, but nothing looked familiar. Slowly, he turned his head to one side, trying to get a better look at the body curled up against him.
Brown hair... fair skin... Remus pulled back to see better, but froze when the body on the other side of him shifted, sighed, and snuggled in closer, arm tightening around him.
"S'too early to wake up," a sleepy voice murmured against his shoulder. Remus blinked in surprise.
"Harry?" He tried to turn and look, but it was impossible without dislodging the arms across his chest.
"Go back to sleep," the voice came again, now unmistakably Harry Potter's.
That must mean the other person was Harry's long-time boyfriend, Neville Longbottom. Remus looked again at the soft brown hair and frowned.
What happened last night? Remus furrowed his brow and came up with a vague memory of a birthday dinner and too much wine. He shook his head, but no other information surfaced. One thing was clear—based on his state of undress, he'd done something entirely inappropriate with two former students—including Harry, whom Remus was supposed to be taking care of like a godson!
Not that any young man pushing 30 really needed a godfather, but it was the principle of the thing. He had changed Harry's nappies, for Merlin's sake!
Carefully, Remus pulled himself free of the embrace of the two young men and maneuvered out of bed. He paused, stark naked, at the foot of the bed and watched as the other two seemed to notice his absence even in their sleep. But then Neville rolled over, and Harry snuggled up against him instead, and Remus fled to the toilet.
He turned on the cold water and splashed some on his face. Now. He should probably get out of here and apologize to the boys later—for leaving, not for sleeping with them, since he didn't even really remember that part. Then again, was leaving without saying anything the coward's way?
There was a towel that smelled clean, so Remus dried his face and looked at himself in the mirror. Had he really been that drunk? Or just that lonely? He shook his head. The fact of the matter was, he was too old for this sort of thing. Waking up without knowing where his clothes were, or his wand... a single night of passion couldn't make up for that kind of carelessness.
There was a squeak out in the bedroom, as if Harry or Neville were shifting positions on the old mattress. Remus wrapped the towel around his hips and was about to push the door open when he heard a still-sleepy voice murmur his name.
"Mmm... where's Remus?"
That would be Harry. Remus put his hand on the doorknob.
"Don't know," Neville mumbled back.
"You don't think he left already, do you?" Remus pictured Harry snuggling against Neville's shoulder as he spoke, the two of them cozy in the large bed... the large, warm, comfortable bed...
"I hope not," came the answer, and Remus had to blink in surprise at the unexpected fervor in Neville's voice.
There was a silence, though Remus could hear rustling of some kind. He really should go out now and make his farewells. The sooner the better, actually.
"Mmm... Nev..."
Neville didn't say anything, and Remus found himself wondering what exactly was happening out there. He could make out the sounds of someone rearranging the covers, he thought, and then a series of small smacking noises—kisses? Before he could stop himself, Remus turned the doorknob and cracked the door open.
Harry was lying on top of Neville, kissing his shoulders and chest, and—from the way the shapes under the covers were moving—rubbing himself lazily against Neville's legs.
Remus was going to hell, there was no doubt about it. First he'd slept with two former students, and now he was spying on them in what was obviously a very private moment. But he couldn't look away.
"D'you remember," Harry whispered, "the way Remus touched you... here?"
Remus' eyes widened. He couldn't see Harry's hands, but he could imagine those slender fingers slipping down Neville's body, maybe stroking the tender skin of his inner thigh, or skimming lightly down the length of his cock.
This was probably not something he had any business imagining... regardless of what had happened last night.
"Mm, no," Neville was saying, his eyes closing as his head fell back against the pillow. "That's one reason I was hoping he hadn't left yet."
Neville was hoping...? That was more than Remus could listen to without doing something. He couldn't deny the effect that watching the two younger men was having on him. For them to actually want him in addition...
Lightly, Remus ran his fingers down under the towel he wore to brush against his still-stiffening erection. He could either take care of it himself, or he could reach out and take up their offer. You only live once, he told himself.
He pushed the door fully open and stepped out into the bedroom. Two pairs of eyes turned to him in surprise. Harry's expression changed to delight almost immediately, while Neville's remained more cautious—as if he couldn't quite believe Remus was really there.
"Don't let me interrupt," Remus said, and Harry and Neville glanced at each other before looking back at him.
"Only if you join us," Harry said.
"Please," Neville added.
Remus dropped the towel and moved towards the bed. He might have to live with lycanthropy, but perhaps being alone wasn't inevitable after all.