Pray the Gay Away
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amulyTitle: Pray the Gay Away
Pairing: Eventual Sirius/Remus
Word Count: 1,537
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Remus' parents send him to a Christian camp designed to help him control his “Same Sex Attraction”. Once there, Remus finds himself rooming with the devilishly handsome bad-boy, Sirius Black. Will he give in to temptation? Could the attraction he feels for Sirius be more than physical? Non-Magical 1970s AU
Chapter Summary: Remus arrives at camp and meets Sirius
Warnings: mentions of prostitution.
A/N: 1.] Yes, the title is nicked from the South Park episode “Cartman Sucks”. Yes, that episode was totally the inspiration for this fic.
2.] This is my first completely AU fic I've ever written. Go figure.
3.] The plan is to have this fic posted every day/every other day or so until it's finished, like a little mini-series. We'll see how that actually works out.
4.] I actually did a small iota of research for this fic. For those of you who watch Eastenders, you might recognize the “SSA” language from Syed's plot. No shit: there are actually groups out there that call being gay that.
Remus stepped out of the car, pushing brown hair out of his eyes even as it fell in front of them. His rucksack was slung over his shoulder, stuffed with books, cards, and – at the very bottom, in a secret compartment – chocolate. He heard a thump behind him: that would be his duffle bag. A moment later the car door shut, and the sound of tires over gravel reached his ears. His parents were gone. Only then did Remus turn around and retrieve his bag.
“Remus Lupin?”
Remus looked up as he hefted his duffle and adjusted his rucksack on one shoulder. A man was walking up to him: he was wearing tight jeans with a brown, braided belt; a flannel t-shirt was tucked into them. His grin was just a little to big, his eyes a little too bright. Remus' first thought was yeah. Gay.
Switching his duffle to his left hand, Remus stuck out his right to the approaching man. “Yes, sir.”
To his surprise, Remus was pulled into a tight hug. A tight, lingering hug. He stiffened. Okay, this guy was definitely gay. And this was one of the counselors? How were they supposed to fix him if they couldn't even fix themselves?
“Remus, it's wonderful to see you here.” The man pulled away, but kept his hands on Remus' shoulders. “My name's Camp Counselor Martin Davies, but you can just call me Martin. We're going to do our best to make sure you get the help you need. Six weeks from now, and you'll have all the tools necessary to keep your SSA under control.”
“SSA?”
The man nodded, a compassionate expression on his face. Remus hated it. “Same-sex attraction.”
Remus nodded in understanding. “Right. Yeah.”
“Come on,” the man slung an arm around his shoulder. He smelled kind of sweaty, and Remus tensed. “I'll show you to your cabin.”
As they walked through the camp, Martin gave a quick tour and explained the way the camp worked. “Over there is the cafeteria. We all take breakfast, lunch and dinner at the same time every day: seven, noon, and five. We have an early to bed, early to rise philosophy here. Nothing good ever came from wandering about after dark!” Remus' mind guiltily flashed back to the one evening he spent catching fireflies with the boy from the neighboring farm. His lips were chapped from the dry summer air when he had leaned in and pressed them to Remus'.
“No, sir,” he mumbled.
“Of course, Saturdays we have special after-dark events, like the bonfire we're having this Saturday.” They rounded a bend on the dirt road and came to a group of cabins. “Here's where all the campers sleep. Each camper is assigned a partner when they're here – but not that kind of partner!” Martin laughed a little to hard. Remus joined in, knowing he was expected to. Remus had the feeling that Martin told this joke to every new camper. He continued talking, “No, not that kind of partner. Our partners are here to help keep each other on the right path. You will be expected to report any inappropriate behavior that your partner exhibits, and he will do the same for you.”
They stopped in front of cabin seven, where the counselor hesitated at the door. “Your partner...he's not exactly the most well-behaved...” Martin seemed to be trying to figure out how to word something terrible in the most pleasant way possible. “He's a backslider. He's been here several times before and...is liable to cause trouble. But I think you're up to the challenge, Remus. I can tell you're going to give this camp your all.”
With that, Martin swung open the door for Remus and stepped back. “Remember: Dinner's at five. Until then, you can just spend your time setting up your bed and getting to know Sirius.”
Martin disappeared, and Remus was left facing an open door, duffle bag in his left hand and rucksack over his shoulder. With no little amount of trepidation, Remus stuck his head into the cabin, peering around.
The first thing he noticed upon popping his head inside the little cabin's doors was the smell of cigarette smoke, hanging thick in the air. The source of it was a black-haired boy sitting casually on the bed: long hair hanging in front of his eyes, one leg lying straight out before him on the bed, the other crooked up. The hand with the cigarette in it dangled from the one raised knee with a sort of casual elegance that made Remus' breath stutter. He immediately quashed those feelings, dropping his eyes and looking away from the boy on the bed.
“Mind opening a window? Smell's a bit thick in here, don't you think?”
The other boy – Sirius, Remus reminded himself – lifted his head slowly, tilting it so his hair fell to one side, away from his eyes. Remus was struck by the silvery cast to his eyes, unlike anything he had ever seen before. After a moment of quiet consideration, a slow grin slid across his face. “Open it yourself.”
Remus sighed, chucking his bag next to his bed. Of course – of course – the only window was over Sirius' bed, meaning that Remus had to climb over the other boy to get to it.
Still, Remus straightened his shoulders and walked over to Sirius' bed. He could do this. He was here to get fixed, after all. If he couldn't even reach over another boy, some good he would be in the real world. With a deep breath, Remus climbed onto the bed, reaching over Sirius and swinging the window open. He was all-too-aware of the quiet, even breaths of the boy beneath him, and the way his knee rocked gently toward his midsection.
As soon as he was done Remus scrambled off the bed and hurried over to his own, putting as much distance between himself and the other boy as possible. Sirius just smirked knowingly at him, before flicking his cigarette out of the window and swinging his legs over the edge of the bed. “What's your name, new kid?”
“Remus Lupin.”
“Sirius Black.” Remus went to extended his hand for Sirius to shake, but Sirius just scoffed and stood up from his bed. “Didn't Camp Counselor Martin teach you how we do things here? We don't shake hands: we hug.”
Abruptly Remus found himself being pulled into a fierce hug. He stiffened automatically – until he smelled Sirius' hair. He took a shaking breath, breathing in a sort of woodsy, smokey scent. As he felt Sirius' muscular form mold against his, Remus reminded himself that Sirius only smelled that way because he had been smoking cigarettes in a wood cabin, and that Sirius' muscles weren't something he wanted to feel, but something he wanted to be.
All of that didn't help control the erection that was slowly filling out his trousers.
Remus pulled away as quickly as he could without seeming suspicious, refusing to meet Sirius' mocking eyes as he curled up on his own bed.
“I'm sure Martin told you how things supposedly worked around here, but that's all a bunch of bullshit. So here's how things really work.” Sirius was bent over, rummaging through a loose floorboard beneath his bed. Remus did his best not to stare. “I charge twenty-five pence per session with the magazine,” Sirius punctuated this by tossing a crumpled magazine at Remus. He caught it, then immediately dropped it. There were half-naked men on the cover, looking... intimate. Remus wasn't sure if he wanted to know if they were less clothed on the inner pages.
“One pound for a handjob, two pound for a blowjob. I'll do rimming, but only if you just showered, and that's gonna cost you four quid. Don't do anal, unless you're willing to fork over ten quid plus the cost of the lube. No way in hell I'm ever going dry again.”
Remus' mouth was hanging open, and Sirius grinned as he straightened back up from his little hiding spot. “Give it a week at this place, then tell me if you don't want me to help you forget for a few minutes.” He winked rakishly, and Remus found he had to shift on the bed. Again. How the camp counselors expected any boy to be able to sleep with Sirius Black just a few feet away, Remus would never know.
With an air of self-importance Sirius checked his watch. He lit a cigarette as he stood, flashy zippo clicking open and shut in rapid succession. “Well, I've got an appointment.” Sirius winked at Remus again. Fuck. That wink... “See you at dinner. And shut the window if you're going to have one off. The counselors like to try and interrupt, and that just gets annoying after a while.”
In a whirlwind of cigarette smoke, silken black hair, and jeans pressing sinfully tight against skin, Sirius Black was gone from their cabin.
Remus shut the window.
Continue on to Chapter 2.
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Date: 2010-11-16 05:12 am (UTC)Remus is so screwed XDDDDD
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Date: 2010-11-16 02:27 pm (UTC)Poor Remus. He'll just have to try really, really hard to resist Sirius' advances...kekeke.
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Date: 2010-11-16 05:22 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-11-16 02:27 pm (UTC)Having a response always motivates me to write faster, so hopefully you'll see an update today or tomorrow.
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Date: 2010-11-16 07:44 am (UTC)Not sure if you are bothered but you have a couple of Americanisms in there. Remus's backpack would likely be called a knapsack or rucksack. Sirius would charge 25p, not a quarter for his magazine. and I am not 100% sure, but I never saw a firefly in five years in the UK.
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Date: 2010-11-16 02:23 pm (UTC)And I thought I had done so well, with "quid" and the like! Rats.
Thanks for the heads-up; I'm obviously American and just do the best I can with the British-isms.
Otherwise, I'm glad my premise has you intrigued ~.^
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Date: 2010-11-16 06:45 pm (UTC)You can always shop for a Britpicker on
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Date: 2010-11-16 11:58 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-11-17 12:05 am (UTC)>_>
<_< :P Kekeke. Yeah, definitely a chaptered thing. Might even get the next chappie up tonight... *type type type*
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Date: 2010-11-18 03:15 am (UTC)but also so slut
lol
anyway
xD
funny fic
poor remus.. really lol
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Date: 2010-11-18 04:26 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-11-18 05:21 am (UTC)oh god, One pound for a handjob, two pound for a blowjob. and How the camp counselors expected any boy to be able to sleep with Sirius Black just a few feet away, Remus would never know. These are made of utter brilliance.
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Date: 2010-11-18 03:05 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-11-19 12:05 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-11-22 03:18 pm (UTC)I'll let you in on an upcoming secret: those separate beds are going to prove good for something...
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Date: 2010-11-22 11:42 am (UTC)Poor Remus... His parents just throwing his bag out after him and driving off.
I'm interested to see how he handles all this madness.
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Date: 2010-11-22 03:18 pm (UTC)Late to the party...
Date: 2011-03-06 11:47 pm (UTC)Oh, and that knee/erection/close this window bit was especially wonderful.
Re: Late to the party...
Date: 2011-03-06 11:52 pm (UTC)