Fallout: Mr. Rule Six-Fourteen

[amuly]

Title: Fallout: Mr. Rule Six-Fourteen
Pairing: Sirius/Remus
Word Count: 2,162
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Sirius has to deal with the team finding out what he and Remus did in the locker room.
Warnings: mentions of underage blowjobs
A/N: Dawwww. Poor Siri. Sometimes I just like to make him a kid, instead of this sex god we always see him as in 6^th or 7^th year. And I've got one more part to this story, with adult Siri/Remi, that I'm gonna write up at some point.

Previous bits of the story: Locker Room Regulations, Mr. Rule Six-Fourteen, and A Tale of Two Blowjobs (Well, One anda Half)

             Sirius shifted from foot to foot in the Gryffindor Quidditch locker room. The memories of what Remus and he had done in here, just three days prior…Sirius tried to surreptitiously adjust the erection forming in his shorts. Quidditch clothes didn’t exactly leave much to the imagination. “Hey, Sirius!”

            Sirius spun around to find James bounding over to him, a big grin on his face. “Did you hear? Apparently we got a new rule. Madam Phaedra’s calling a team meeting to tell us.” He elbowed Sirius hard in the ribs, who winced. Sirius offered up a thin, embarrassed smile.

            “Oh. Um, did you hear what it was about?”

            James shrugged, rubbing his hair absently. “Dunno. You think someone pulled a prank? I thought we’d know if something was going on…”

            Damn it, Remus. If he wasn’t lying injured in the hospital wing, recovering from last night’s full moon, Sirius might be irritated with him. Sirius pouted, thinking about Remus alone. Madame Pomfrey wouldn’t let anyone come in to see Remus the mornings after the full moon, not even Sirius. She seemed to think he would be overexerting for Remus, or a bad influence, or something. Everybody always thought Sirius was the instigator, the one who tricked Remus into doing things. But Sirius knew different. He zoned out whatever it was James was yammering on about as he thought back to that night. Remus was filthy one, the one who pushed for more.

            “Sirius? Sirius! Hey, Madam Phaedra,” James was shoving at Sirius, pointing over to where the Quidditch coach was walking up to the team. Sirius shook himself from his reverie and turned his attention to her. Their eyes immediately locked, and Sirius looked down, blushing furiously.

            “Alright, children. Gather ‘round.” The Gryffindors obediently gathered around Madam Phaedra, raucous joking and gossip falling away until they were all quietly waiting for her to speak. James was grinning ear to ear – Sirius was blushing ear to ear.

            “As you may have heard, we have a new rule on the books: Rule six-fourteen – no non-players are allowed in the locker room.” The players groaned in unison.

            “But Madam Phaedra…” James spoke up, ever-ready to be the champion for his peers. Normally, Sirius wouldn’t mind this tendency in James. Now, he just wanted him to shut up and drop it. “That means I can’t have my mates in here after the game! I mean, when we win, Peter and Remus,” Sirius wanted to die, “and all the Gryffindor mates come in here and we celebrate! Why can’t we do that?”

            I hate you. I hate you James. You’re a berk, and I hate you. I’m never telling you about another secret passage again. I’m never covering for you if you skive off, or lending you my quill when you forget, or being nice to Lily for you…

            “Two students were caught celebrating lewdly after the game last weekend. Hence, the new rule.”

            Beside him, James went very still. Sirius knew he had just figured out what had happened, and was trying desperately to think of a way to cover up the issue and get it dropped. Beneath a fringe of hair, Sirius looked over at James, and they exchanged a glance. James mouthed “sorry,” and Sirius thought that might be the end of it. But now, the Gryffindor players were tittering in response to this new information.

            “What?” “Who was it?” “Bloody hell, some guys have all the luck!” “Could have been a girl!” “You’re the only girl on the team; are you saying it was you?” “No!” “Wasn’t me!” “Do you think it was…” “It must have been him.” “Oh, look, he’s not speaking.” “Who do you think it was with?” “Wasn’t he with that girl…” “Who would do that?” “I heard something about him and his friend.” “James?” “No!” “Haha ew.” “No, the quiet one.” “You don’t mean…” “Sirius and Remus?!” “No!”

             Sirius really, really just wanted to go to the hospital wing and be with Remus. It’s not like him and Remus were keeping their…whatever they were doing…dating?...secret from the rest of the school. They just weren’t exactly snogging on tables in the Great Hall, that’s all. Madame Phaedra was trying to calm the students down, but they were having none of it. Finally, ears red and face redder, Sirius shoved his way to the front of the team.

            “Okay, yeah. It was me. And Remus. But it was all Remus’ fault!” His teammates stared back incredulously, and Sirius decided to grit his teeth and deal. “Fine, I don’t care what you tossers think. I’m skipping practice today and telling Remus about how interested you guys are in our…um…” Sex life? Oh, but bloody hell, would that be embarrassing to say out loud. “How interested you are in us.”

             Sirius stormed off, pushing back James in his haste to get back to Hogwarts castle – back to Remus. Pomfrey had to let him in by now; it was late enough in the day that Remus would be waking up and eating ravenously. Sirius noticed James trying to grab at him, but he ignored his best mate. Didn’t really need a talking to right now. He just wanted Remus. “And you can try to have a good practice without me!” A twinge of fear ran through Sirius at the thought that they might discover practices were actually better without him: no exuberant young beater distracting the rest of the team. But none of that mattered now. Remus. Remus was what mattered.

            As soon as he got out of sight of the Quidditch team he broke into a run, trying his best to ignore the hot pricking at his eyes, telling himself it was just the crisp wind in his face. He needed to be with Remus. Remus would make it better; he would tell Sirius it would all be okay. Even if he was still recovering from last night’s full moon.

            Sirius skidded to a halt in front of the hospital wing, smoothing down his robes, running a hand through his hair, and most definitely not wiping his eyes with the back of his hand. He had to make himself look respectable if Madam Pomfrey would let him see Remus. And right now, he needed to see Remus more than anything.

            Quietly, contrary to every liter of his being, Sirius opened the door, stepping inside carefully. Immediately Pomfrey was on top of him, eyes scrutinizing every centimeter of his person. “I see you’re here early today, Mister Black. Practice let out?”

            Sirius shrugged a shoulder noncommittally. “Just wanted to see Remus. Please, Madam Pomfrey. Even if he’s asleep, I’ll be quiet, I swear…”

            “Humph.” Madam Pomfrey looked down at Sirius, considering, and Sirius put on his best innocent face. Which shouldn’t have been hard – he was the innocent one, this time. Finally, she seemed to come to a decision, and nodded reluctantly. “Get on in there, Mister Black. He’s awake. But no agitating him!”

            Sirius rushed past her, slowing to a tiptoe as he approached the bed that Remus always slept in these nights after the full moon. The blinds were drawn, but even before Sirius reached them they were being thrown back; a happy, if not slightly wan, Remus beaming out from them. “Sirius! I thought you had practice? I wasn’t expecting you until supper.” Remus’ expression immediately turned serious as he caught sight of the look on Sirius’ face. “Oh. Did something happen?”

            With one last glance at Madam Pomfrey, who was busying herself with some sort of potion organization, Sirius slipped behind the curtains and onto the bed, drawing them shut tightly around them. He snuggled his face into the crook of Remus’ neck, being careful not to agitate any injuries. Remus’ arms immediately surrounded him, pulling him in as tightly as they could, in Remus’ weakened state. Sirius snuffled softly.

            “Sorry. Sorry Remus. I know I’m rubbish: I should be taking care of you right now.”

            Even from the hollow of Remus’ neck, Sirius could feel the smile in Remus’ voice. “Oh, that’s alright. I go through this every month. Well, I suppose you go through some sort of emotional turmoil even more often, but at least I know when mine is coming.”

            Sirius would have shoved at Remus, but he was mindful of his injuries. He opted instead to kiss his neck gently. “You git. I’m not that bad.”

            “Mm. Not all the time.” There was a pause. Sirius filled it by kissing Remus’ neck again, rubbing his nose against it gently and just generally being rather snuffly and pathetic. “Are you going to tell me what happened?”

            Sirius definitely did not whimper, but he did pull himself out from his position against Remus’ neck so that he could look him in the eye. “It was terrible, Moony. Phaedra came in, told everybody that there was a new rule: not non-players in the changing rooms. Then James had to get all indignant about it, and…”

            “And Sirius stood up in front of the whole team, proclaiming his love for you.” James’ head – or more precisely, James’ mop of hair – was poking in through the curtains. “Hey mates. You both decent, yeah?”

            Sirius groaned and made to throw a pillow at James, but Remus clutched the pillows fiercely and refused to let go. In lieu of a mighty pillow defense, Sirius weakly kicked his leg off the end of the bed, trying to stop James from coming over. Seeing as how Sirius refused to extract himself from where he was glued to Remus’ side, the tactic failed, and James ended up sitting on the end of the bed with the two of them. Sirius looked at Remus. “For the record, I did not.”

            “Actually, he sort of did. Aside from the whole ‘it was Remus’ fault!’ bit. Chocolate frog?”

            Remus took two gratefully from James’ outstretched hand. Sirius suddenly felt awful for forgetting to bring Remus his treats. Right selfish bastard he was. Around a mouth full of chocolate, Remus ‘fessed up: “Well, it sort of was,” he swallowed the wad of chocolate, and Sirius had to try very hard not to focus on the way his Adam’s apple bobbed tantalizingly beneath the pale skin of his throat. “I, um…well, full moon was coming on, and Sirius looked really good, flying around in those Quidditch shorts, and you guys won and all…” He plucked at the wrapper of the second chocolate frog. “Guess I got a little carried away.”

            Sirius swept over Remus and kissed him, ignoring the gagging noises coming from the end of the bed. “Well, I didn’t really try to stop you,” Sirius conceded.

            “Ugh, you guys, come on.” James adjusted his spectacles, and they glinted malevolently in the hospital lighting. “So, it was all your fault, huh Moony? Or should I say…” James leaned forward, “Mr. Rule Six-Fourteen?”

            Remus groaned, and Sirius perked up a bit. “Mr. Rule Six-Fourteen?” He turned to Remus, laughing. “I like your new nickname, Mr. Rule Six-Fourteen. What do you think, Six-Fourteeny?”

            “Shut up, shut up Sirius. Or no more blowjobs, ever.” Remus’ voice was muffled by his hands pressed to his face, but James obviously heard enough.

            “Whoa! What? Did you…whoa.” He leaned forward. “Was it…was it…good? I mean, I heard it’s really great. Those Prewett brothers were talking once, and said…”

            “James.” Sirius affixed one of his mostly deadly Black stares, and immediately James backed off, dropping this issue. Remus’ blowjob-giving abilities, no matter how incredibly amazing, were none of James’ bloody business. He’d just have to find out on his own.

            Beneath him, Remus’ mouth opened in a jaw-cracking yawn. The sugar in the chocolate was making him crash: Sirius was familiar with all of Remus’ post-moon habits. Now he’d want to sleep until supper. Sirius gestured at James, who remained surprisingly obedient, bounding off the bed. “Alright, I guess I’ll leave you two lovebirds alone. See you at dinner, Siri. And I’ll see you tonight in the dorms, Mr. Rule Six-Fourteen.”

            Remus grumbled something, but he was already too far asleep to put up any sort of a fight. Carefully, Sirius pulled the covers up around them, before affixing himself carefully to Remus’ side, arms wrapped protectively around him. His kissed his neck again, settling in.

            “Mm, Siri?”

            “Yeah Remus?”

            “Sorry everyone keeps thinking everything’s your fault. If you want, I’ll tell them six-fourteen was mine.”

            Sirius smiled into the skin of Remus’ neck. “It’s alright. Helps my reputation, anyway, getting blamed for all the terrible stuff you do.”

            Another yawn stretched Remus’ jaw, and if Sirius wasn’t drifting off to sleep with him, it might have sent a jolt of arousal through him to see Remus’ jaw go so wide. “Don’t do that much. You’re worse.”

            “Sure.” Sirius paused a moment, waiting until he was sure Remus was drifting just too far to sleep to reply. Voice barely audible, he whispered into Remus’ neck. “Mr. Rule Six-Fourteen.”

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