Graduation Day

[amuly]

Title: Graduation Day
Pairing: Sirius/Remus
Word Count: 1,776
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Sirius is bored at graduation, drags Remus into a classroom for their last shag at Hogwarts. PWP.
Warnings: none
A/N: I wrote about half this at my little brother’s graduation last Monday. Dedicated to all you younglings graduating this year!

            Sirius shifted in his formal robes. They were hot and stifling, even in the charmed-cool air of the Great Hall. The problem was that his body knew it was hot outside, even though the air around him right now was cool.

            “Stop fidgeting, Sirius,” Remus hissed at him. They were supposed to be waiting patiently in alphabetical order, but, as James had put it, “I’m not waiting around for two hours with just Wormtail for company.” So they had all shifted around as they waited for the professors to file in and the ceremony to start. James was chatting up Lily, while Peter had left him to it, looking slightly nauseated, to talk Quidditch with some of the other boys. That left Remus and Sirius to each other.

            “But I’m hot and itchy. And bored.”

            Even as Sirius’ hands went up to loosen is tie, Remus’ were there, tightening and straightening. “For Merlin’s sake, Sirius, you’re graduating. You’re going to be an Auror. Could you act a bit more grown-up?”

            Sirius pouted handsomely. “That’s what I have you for, Remus.”

            For just a second, Remus’ eyes softened at the compliment. Then he pulled himself back together and tutted at Sirius, checking the straightness of his tie again. But it was enough of a lapse for Sirius to know that he had an in.

            “Remus…” Sirius stalked forward, resting his hand on Remus’ hips. He grinned as Remus’ eyes widened, obviously knowing what Sirius had in mind.

            “Sirius…” he warned.

            But now that the idea was in Sirius’ head, he wasn’t letting it go. “Remus…” he leaned into Remus, mouthing at his neck for a moment before speaking again. “We should sneak out, have a quick shag. Last one at Hogwarts.”

            Remus pushed Sirius decisively away, but not before Sirius noticed the growing hardness pressing into his hip. “We already had our ‘last shag at Hogwarts’ last night. And again this morning in the showers.”

            Sirius waggled his eyebrows. “But what about in an empty classroom? We have to give the desks here a proper goodbye. After all,” he pressed himself against Remus again, “they’ve served us so well over the years.”

            As he stood there, Remus began chewing on his lower lip, eyes darting around. “You’re going to make us miss the ceremony.”

            “No we won’t!” Sirius had him now: he knew it. “Quick, I promise!”

            A wry smile spread across Remus’ face. “You say that like it’s a good thing.”

            Ignoring his cheek, Sirius grabbed Remus by the wrist and dragged him out of the Great Hall. A few snickers followed them on their way out, but Sirius ignored them. By now the school was used to his and Remus’ antics, and the two boys were used to the other students’ chatter. Well, mostly: Remus would still turn an adorable shade of pink whenever someone who wasn’t James, Lily, or Peter caught them.

            Ducking into the first classroom he came across, Sirius slammed the door shut and turned on Remus. Groping fingers made quick work of their formal robes’ clasps, and Sirius pulled down Remus’ pants with practiced ease. “Quick, yeah?”

            Remus nodded, already climbing onto a desk and lying down on his back. “Quick. Come on. And don’t get come stains on my formal robes!”

            Sirius dragged a loving finger over the robes. He would never do that: Remus had gone through enough just to pay for the robes in the first place. He had picked up extra tutoring jobs all year, just to afford it. Sirius offered him the money before the year even started, back one hot day when they were lounging around his brand new flat that summer. Remus had categorically refused, and Sirius knew enough not to press the issue. He made up for it by buying Remus the most extravagant graduation gifts he could think of – gifts Remus would be unwrapping tonight, in the flat that was now home to both of them.

            Muttering a quick lubricating charm, Sirius slicked his fingers and pressed them inside Remus. The young man grumbled, then shifted into a more comfortable position on the desk: sliding down more toward the edge and pulling his legs up to wrap around Sirius’ waist. Pushing aside Remus’ robes, Sirius started stroking him in time with his fingers’ thrusts. Remus canted his hips down, face more tightened in concentration than passion. His left hand was resting on Sirius’ forearm, fingers tracing little absent patterns there.

            “Good?” Sirius was over-eager, front of his pants growing steadily moist as he felt Remus’ body contract and relax around his fingers.

            With a look of someone examining potion instructions, Remus bore down on Sirius’ fingers. “Little bit more. Slip the third finger in.”

            Sirius grumbled, but obeyed, thrusting three fingers into Remus and scissoring them just shy of viciously. He’d never hurt Remus, but sometimes the young man could try Sirius’ patience. “Better?”

            “Would be if you’d hit my prostate…” Remus was thrusting down on Sirius’ fingers, obviously trying to press them onto that spot inside him. With a frustrated sigh, Sirius crooked his fingers, brushing up against the sensitive nub. “Ah, better…” Remus’ eyes fluttered closed, and his arousal swelled to full firmness beneath Sirius’ fingers. His hips started jerking down more fluidly, as Sirius continued to keep pressure on the pleasure center inside of him.

            “Good now?”

            Remus nodded, head falling to the side and exposing a pale expanse of neck. He swallowed, Adam’s apple bobbing oh-so-deliciously. “Yeah, good, Siri. Come on…”

            Sirius didn’t need telling twice. He pulled his fingers out and slicked himself up. His grip tightened on Remus’ hip, who in turn tightened his grip on Sirius’ forearm. With one smooth motion Sirius pushed inside Remus, mouth falling open and head lolling back as Remus’ tight heat surrounded him.

            No time wasted, Sirius waited just long enough to check Remus’ expression for any signs of discomfort. Finding none, he pulled out and thrust back in, setting a brutal pace from the start. His robes flapped over his bare arse as he pounded into Remus, who was putting his initial grouchiness behind him and giving himself over to pleasure.

            “Yes, Sirius…little bit…”

            Sirius lifted Remus’ hips, changing the angle to where he knew Remus liked it. Sure enough, he groaned beneath Sirius, legs tightening convulsively around his back. “Good, right there…”

            Sirius grunted out a laugh. “Could tell, you know…”

            “Less talking…more…harder…”

            Sirius grinned, complying with Remus eagerly. His hips snapped forward, pushing into Remus further and faster. The room filled with the sound of their slapping skin and panting breaths, as both boys searched for release. Beneath them, the sturdy wood desk was holding out nicely, as the desks at Hogwarts had so many times in the past: barely even a squeak of protest.

            Sirius jerked Remus through to his completion, catching his come in a hand cupped over the head. One or two more thrusts, and Sirius came inside Remus, grunting out his release.

            His knees shook, but Sirius stayed buried inside Remus through his orgasm and his post-coital haze. Finally, movement and thought restored, Sirius grabbed for his wand, first casting a cleaning spell on his hand, then on Remus’ arse as he carefully pulled out. Examining his handiwork, Sirius looked up at Remus smugly. “Not a drop on the robes.”

            Remus blinked, amber eyes still unfocused. His hair was sticking to his head with sweat, and Sirius couldn’t help himself: he crawled up on top of Remus and licked at the sweat beading there. “Sirius, get off…”

            “You’re so sexy, Moony. Can’t stay off you for more than ten minutes.”

            “Well, you’ll have to try if you expect to keep your job. That Moody doesn’t seem like the type to let you go on break every ten minutes just so you can shag my brains out.” Remus patted at Sirius’ arm. “Come on: I don’t want to be late to the ceremony.”

            Sirius didn’t climb off Remus just yet. He pulled back, then pressed his lips to Remus’ and kissed him lazily. He felt Remus sigh into his mouth – a cute little puff of air – but then he was kissing Sirius back, tongues sliding over each other languidly.

            “Mr. Black! Mr. Lupin!”

            “Fuck.” The epithet came from Remus, although it was whispered into Sirius’ mouth.

            “Hi, Professor McGonagall. Ceremony about to start?” Sirius turned to McGonagall, trying for all the world to look utterly innocent, even though he was lying on top of his boyfriend, tongue just recently removed from his mouth, with both of their pants visible around their ankles.

            An exasperated McGonagall stood in the doorway, tapping her foot beneath voluminous formal robes. “The ceremony is finished. And, since the two of you are now graduates, I would ask you to please leave the premises, before I have you arrested for trespassing.” Sirius was sure McGonagall would never admit to it, under pain of the crucio, but he was certain her lips twitched as she tried to suppress a smile.

            Sliding off Remus and pulling up his pants, Sirius spun around and winked at McGonagall. “No problem, Minerva. We were just leaving.” Buttoning up his formal robes, Sirius grabbed Remus and headed out the door. “Oh, and Minerva?” Sirius thought McGonagall looked like she was about to hex him for the use of her first name, but he pressed on, delighting in teasing her. “Don’t feel too bad when the students fail to live up to the standards we’ve set here at Hogwarts. Not everyone can be as brilliant at everything like me and Remus.”

            The wall exploded behind them as the two boys dodged a hex and ran out.

            As they reached the front gate, Remus sighed, glancing back down the corridors.

            “What’s wrong?”

            He shrugged. “It’s just too bad we missed the ceremony. I mean,” Remus glanced down at himself. “I bought the formal robes and everything.”

            A flash of guilt went through Sirius, before he quelled it with thoughts of all the presents he had waiting for Remus in his – their – flat. “It’s alright, Remus. There’ll be loads of occasions to wear the robes at. Weddings, funerals, when I make Auror, when we get you a job…tons of formal events to go to.”

            Remus shrugged, still looking a bit despondent. “I suppose you’re right.” He paused, then continued: “I still would have liked to see the ceremony.”

            Sirius slipped his hand into Remus’ as they walked, squeezing it reassuringly. “We’ll get James to show us his memory of it, alright?”

            A small smile spread across Remus’ face, and he squeezed back. “Alright.”

            “Happy graduation, Moony.”

            “Happy graduation Padfoot.”

Want more? Continue on to Graduation Night.