Graduation Night

[amuly]

Title: Graduation Night
Pairing: Sirius/Remus
Word Count: 2,279
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Sequel to Graduation Day; Sirius gives Remus loads of graduation presents. Shagging commences.
Warnings: none
A/N: I had to wait so long to write/post this because the “best” present in the story is something that makes no sense unless you’ve read my I, Werewolf fic. So go read that, if you haven’t. Otherwise, you can just read this as a PWP.

            It was late that night when Sirius and Remus finally stumbled out of the fireplace and into their flat together: arms around each other, faces flush with the Potter’s firewhiskey. Sirius glowed warmer than the alcohol might warrant as he realized they had just stepped into their flat. Their. Both of theirs. He kissed Remus on the cheek for good measure.

            “What was that for?” Remus turned to face Sirius, bleary-eyed and breath smelling like whiskey. Sirius kissed him on the mouth, and Remus relaxed into it, tongues sliding against each other in a drunken caress.

            “Welcome home.”

            Remus laughed, a huffing little noise as he leaned forward and pressed his forehead against Sirius’. “Happy graduation.”

            The congratulatory epithet sparked a memory in Sirius, and he pulled away. Excitement sobered him as he dragged Remus farther into their – their – flat. “That’s right! Moony, you’ve got presents!”

            “Presents?” Remus dragged his feet as Sirius tried to get him into the bedroom, where Sirius had banished all the presents to as they found themselves bought and wrapped over the past few months. “Sirius, I told you not to-”

            Sirius swung the bedroom door open, and was immediately knocked over. A veritable tidal wave of presents flew out from the bedroom, covering the boys in boxes, wrapping paper, and bows. “Erm…” Sirius and Remus blinked at each other from their sprawled positions on the floor. “Might have gone overboard…” Sirius admitted sheepishly.

            “Might have?” But Remus’ eyebrows were twitching, a sure sign that he wasn’t as upset as he made himself out to be. He sighed, tugging on an earlobe, before climbing out of the sea of boxes and bows. “I suppose I ought to put the tea on for this endeavor?”

            As Remus was heading toward the kitchen, Sirius was occupied with shaking a box and trying to figure out its contents. Were these the quills? Or…ink…? Bugger. “Best do that,” he mumbled over his shoulder.

            Kettle on in the kitchen, Sirius began levitating the presents out of the bedroom and into the living room. Some of them he recognized by their odd shape, weight, or size, but some of the normal, square boxes were impossible for Sirius to recall the contents of. Of course, he had the absolute best present secured in his trouser pocket.

            Remus walked back in, carrying two cups of tea in one hand and a plate of biscuits in the other. Sirius grinned as he took his tea from Remus and snagged a biscuit. “Ready to open some presents, love?”

            Taking a sip of tea, Remus settled on to the couch next to Sirius with a sigh. “Fortified by tea and biscuits: yes, I suppose so.” He nudged Sirius with his shoulder. “And don’t say ‘love’. Makes you sound like an old queen.”

            Barking out a laugh, Sirius reached for the closest present: a large, heavy rectangle. “Oh, but darling, you know how much I want to be an old queen one day.” He fluttered his eyelashes at an aghast Remus, then shoved the present at him. “Go on. Love.”

            Remus tore open the wrapping paper as Sirius bounced next to him, looking on. He gasped and “ooed” as his fingers slid over cool leather. “What’s…” he stopped as the rest of the paper fell away to reveal a large, leather trunk. “Sirius!”

            Sirius grinned. “Open it! It’s full of compartments!”

            The two men pushed the coffee table away, making room to set the trunk upright and swing the door open properly. They slid to the ground as Sirius pointed out different compartments. “See, that one there’s for shirts or jackets or whatnot, so they don’t get all wrinkled while you’re traveling. And you can put books there,” he stretched across Remus and pointed to a shelf on the opposite side of the trunk, “And there’s an area for shoes, and all sorts of other things!”

            Remus was pulling open drawers and latching shut pieces of the trunk experimentally. “But I already have a school trunk, Sirius. And besides, in case you hadn’t noticed, we’re out of school.”

            Sirius rolled his eyes and playfully cuffed Remus upside the head. “Yeah, but you’re going to get a job, aren’t you? And I figured this would be the perfect travel trunk for whenever: job, vacations…”

            Remus grinned, clicking shut the door of the trunk and rolling it to the side. “I love it.” He leaned forward and kissed Sirius lightly on the lips.

            “Now, you don’t have to snog me after every gift,” Sirius hefted another, smaller but still heavy, box into Remus’ lap. “We’ll be here all night if you do.”

            Remus playfully groaned. “We’ll be here all night anyway.”

            The next present Remus unwrapped was a beautifully ornate wooden box, which contained an entire calligraphy set full of inkpots, brushes, blotters, and quills. Sirius shrugged, abashed, at the gift. “Well, you like calligraphy, and in case we’ve got to be apart…”

            Remus was looking uncomfortable. His eyebrows knit together, a worry line appearing just above them. “Sirius, this is already too much. The cost…”

            “Sod the cost!” Sirius was already shoving another present in Remus’ lap. “You know I’ve got buckets of money from Uncle Alphard, and nothing to do with it.” He snogged Remus’ cheek. “Besides shower you with gifts.”

            Reluctantly Remus acquiesced, taking the next present from him. What followed in the next hour was a flurry of boxes, wrapping paper, and spell-o-tape. All told, Remus was left sitting in a pile that included 1 new trunk, 1 new calligraphy set, 10 pounds of assorted chocolates, approximately 1 mountain of tea, 1 new tea kettle (“Because yours is rusting and I’m sick of spelling it to conduct heat properly!”), 1 box of sugar quills, 5 dozen books on various subjects (2 dozen of which were first editions), 15 new muggle t-shirts – all assorted bands, from Ziggy Stardust and his Spiders, to the Sex Pistols, to the Beatles – 5 pairs of flared jeans, 1 dildo (“I had to!”), and socks. An ocean’s worth of socks.

            Sirius squirmed delightedly on the floor in front of the couch as Remus thanked him, profusely, by sitting on his lap and snogging him senseless. His hips were grinding out that unmistakable rhythm down onto Sirius, when he broke away from the kiss and breathed in Sirius’ ear, “Bedroom?”

            Nodding frantically, Sirius made to roll upwards, when a crinkling in his trouser pocket reminded him of the last present. “Wait, wait.”

            Remus was already standing, and he paused, rather breathless. “What?”

            Surging up, Sirius tugged Remus to sit on the couch with him. “One last thing.”

            “Sirius…”

            Sirius loved it when he made Remus groan in impatience – the good kind of impatience, that is. It made him feel all sorts of things to know that he could make the normally calm, controlled man into a fiercely aroused beauty. But he really did need Remus to wait, because this last gift was the most important one.

            “Last one, I swear. And it’s the best.” Sirius dug into his trouser pocket, coming out triumphant with a scrap of parchment clenched in his hand. “Here.”

            Curious, Remus took the abused parchment and unfolded it. As his eyes skimmed the words, they grew slowly wider in increments, until, by the end of the letter, his mouth had dropped open to join his eyes in their state of shock. “You…”

            Sirius positively beamed. “Tea with Rhea Silva. It’s for Saturday afternoon. I’m invited too, but only if you want me. If you werewolves want some alone time, that’s fine too.” He gestured over at the bookshelf. “And make sure you bring your copy for her to sign.”

            Sirius was so pleased with himself that he didn’t even see Remus leaping forward to snog him until the sexy werewolf was already atop him. “Bedroom bedroom bedroom…” Remus chanted like a mantra into Sirius’ lips.

            With a muffled grunt Sirius stood up – not an easy task with a hundred and fifty pounds of horny boyfriend plastered all over him. But he managed to get his feet under him, all while reciprocating Remus’ storm of frantic kisses. With a growl Sirius grabbed Remus’ thighs and hauled him up, onto his hips. Remus laughed, wrapping his legs around Sirius’ waist and locking his ankles, all while pressing sloppy French kisses to whatever piece of skin he could reach.

            Sirius practically threw Remus onto the bed, and the two boys commenced ripping off their own clothes as fast as they could. Finally, naked and hard, Sirius crawled on top of Remus, sighing as skin finally met skin.

            “Sirius…” Remus muttered, “On your back…”

            Sirius groaned. “But I wanted to top.”

            Remus was already pulling away, reaching for the lube. He shook his head, light brow hair falling into his eyes. “You’re topping. But I want to ride you.”

            Sirius’ eyes flew wide with lust, and he quickly rolled onto his back in compliance. Down at his ankles, Remus was spreading the lube onto his own fingers and pressing them behind him, face screwed up in concentration as he prepared himself. A groan escaped Sirius’ lips as his hips thrust upward into thin air, desperate to replace Remus’ fingers with himself. “Fuck, Remus, so hot.”

            Remus shook his head, though a whimper fell from his lips as he thrust his fingers in. Sirius watched, hypnotized, as Remus’ arm moved rhythmically behind himself. His stomach twitched and spasmed, and Sirius found he could tell every time Remus’ fingers grazed his prostate just by watching his stomach. His cock was hard and leaking, jutting upward in all its dark red glory. Sirius wanted nothing more than to wrap his lips around that cock, rub his face against it, wrap his hand around it – anything so long as he could just touch Remus.

            With a soft cry Remus pulled his fingers out of himself and crawled up the bed to Sirius. They kissed: frenzied tongues thrusting against one another, plundering each other’s mouths even as lips pressed and sucked and teeth clashed. Sirius felt strong thighs clamp down on either side of his waist, and then Remus was lowering himself onto Sirius, tight wet heat surrounding him, sucking him in deeper and deeper, until their bodies were flush.

            Sirius gasped, eyes closed as his body arched into Remus’. Hands flew up to grip at Remus’ too-thin hips, and Remus reached down to twine one hand with Sirius’, the other gripping at Sirius’ bicep. In one smooth movement Remus lifted himself almost fully off, then sank back down. Sirius moaned at the sight: beautiful Remus, wanton and aroused. His head was thrown back, highlighting the tendons in his neck. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed thickly. Each muscle in his body rippled as he moved.

            “Fuck, Remus. Pick up…pace…”

            Remus’ head fell forward, and he opened his eyes. A wicked gleam was in them, and Sirius felt his stomach contract. Oh.

            Before Sirius knew it, Remus was pounding himself down onto Sirius, impaling himself hard with every thrust. Sirius’ eyes rolled to the back of his head as he focused every ounce of his willpower on his cock, and begged it not to come. Not yet. Not when Remus was using those glorious thighs to fuck himself on Sirius’ cock, like some sort of advertisement for a sex god.

            “Fuck, Remus. Remus. Oh, Remus…” Sirius couldn’t even think of anything to say besides his boyfriend’s name, having to settle for communicating his love and appreciation through the thrust of his hips and tightness of his grip.

            Remus’ hand squeezed at Sirius’ bicep as he stared down into his eyes through heavy lids. “Thank you, Sirius. Thank you, thank you…ah, fuck…” Remus’ eyes closed as he gasped: little puffing noises, escaping from his mouth with every movement down. Sirius redoubled his efforts, thrusting as deep as he could into Remus.

            Tight pressure coiled in his belly, and Sirius could feel every inch of his body tense, waiting, just on the edge of release. He keened: a needy noise, a way of communicating his need to Remus when he was beyond the use of words. Remus only whimpered back, head hanging down low as sweat dripped from his forehead and onto Sirius’ chest.

            With one last plunge Remus exploded, crying out as come spurted out of him and onto his stomach. Sirius screamed through clenched teeth as Remus’ thighs and arse clenched around him, sending him careening over the edge and into sweet, beautiful oblivion. His stomach spasmed and thighs twitched as he came, shooting hot spurts of come deep inside Remus.

            Remus collapsed, boneless, on top of Sirius. For a long moment – could have been five, ten minutes, even – they didn’t move, save for chests pounding against each other as hearts beat and lungs gasped for air. Finally Remus twitched, then groaned as he pulled himself off Sirius. “Fuck.”

            Sirius winced as he felt a twinge of dried come as Remus pulled them apart. “Gonna get stuck, one day,” he murmured. “Have to get Prongs or Wormtail to pry us apart.”

            Remus settled in next to Sirius, eyelashes fluttering against Sirius’ shoulder as he began to drift off. “Wizards, Siri. Can…magic…”

            Sirius groaned and rolled to the side, pulling Remus into him. “First shag as graduates.”

            “Good shag.” Remus mumbled.

            With a quick press of his lips, Sirius kissed Remus’ forehead as they both began to drift to sleep.

            “’nd thanks. So much…”

            Sirius shrugged one shoulder, eyes heavy in post-coital lassitude. “’Course. ‘Cause love you.”

            Remus nodded against his shoulder. “Too,” he managed to mumble out. In the next moment, they were both asleep.

Comments

[dogsunderfoot.livejournal.com]

Whew! That was hot!

Where's the bloody air conditioning when you need it?

Congratulations to the pups--'first shag as graduates' indeed!

[amuly.livejournal.com]

Hehehe thanks, and the pups thank you too :P