amuly | Pray the Gay Away: Chapter 3

Title: Pray the Gay Away: Chapter 3
Pairing: Sirius/Remus, James, Peter
Word Count: 1,614
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 follows Sirius into the woods and meets some kids from another camp.
Warnings: mentions of prostitution
A/N: Short chappie, but I think I might update again in the morning (EST), so be on the look-out. Oh, and this fic is definitely going to end up NC-17, btw. I'm not about to have all this UST w/o some payoff. The given rating is just on a chapter-to-chapter basis.

Previous Chapters:
1, 2

Remus woke the next morning to the sound of faint scratching on wood. He opened his eyes to the wall next to his bed, blinking a few times before he realized it wasn't even dawn yet. The air was lighter than night: pre-dawn, then. Still, it was barely enough illumination to see the wall just a few inches in front of his nose.

Listening carefully, Remus could make out the sounds of Sirius replacing his secret loose board in the floor. There were a few seconds of pence jangling around in pockets, then socks slipping into trainers. A moment later their door swung open, then shut. It was only then that Remus allowed himself to sit up and peer out his window. He caught a glimpse of a hooded Sirius trudging quickly away from camp, into the woods. It took all of two seconds for Remus to make the decision to follow him before he was dressed and out the door.

It was well before the seven o'clock breakfast call, and the rest of the camp was still sound asleep. Remus held his breath as he sneaked past the counselors' cabins, but there wasn't even the slightest sound of stirring from within. Once out in the woods, Remus tread less carefully, trusting the early morning sounds of birds and insects awakening to cover the quiet crack and crunch of his trainers over the soft ground.

Maybe a half kilometer into the woods, Sirius stopped, inclining his head slightly without turning around. “If you're going to follow me, you might as well walk with me. Get up here.”

Not questioning Sirius' proclamation, Remus jogged a few feet to catch up with him. The two boys continued forward, Remus silently examining his fingernails as they walked, Sirius with his hands shoved deep in his hoodie's pockets. After another half kilometer, Remus felt the need to break the preternatural, predawn silence. “I was making sure you weren't getting into trouble.”

Sirius snorted, though his mood seemed to improve with the lie. He tilted his head slightly, pale grey eyes peeking out from the edge of his hoodie. “Sure, Remus. Titillated at the thought of seeing me get a guy off?”

Remus blushed, ducking his head away from Sirius' knowing gaze. “Just checking on you. They said I'd get in trouble if I couldn't control you.”

“Better get used to getting in trouble, in that case.”

Remus had nothing to say to that, so they fell silent again. The birds were starting to wake in earnest, now: chirping and making all sorts of racket around them. The buzz of cicadas started up as the sun rose and touched away the dark shadows of the forests, and soon enough the silence between the two boys was more bearable, with the sounds of the living forest mitigating it.

Another kilometer into the forest, and Remus was starting to grow worried. If they went much farther, they wouldn't make it back to camp before the counselors woke. Just as he was working up the guts to raise his concern to Sirius, the other boy stopped and cupped his hands around his mouth. “Aroooo!”

Remus blinked at the howl, but before he could ask about it, an answering howl could be heard just over the next ridge. Sirius grinned, starting forward purposefully.

Before they had even reached the top of the little hill, a tousled mop of black hair poked out of the top. It was soon followed by a bespectacled boy, looking around Sirius and Remus' own age. A moment later another boy appeared next to him: this one blonde and slightly heavier, panting a little at the climb up the hill.

“Oi, you dog! How's camp poofter?”

Sirius grinned, launching himself at the dark-haired boy. “Better'n camp footie-champion. Tired of getting your arse handed to you yet?”

The other boy just laughed into a fierce hug, before pulling away and attempting to give Sirius a friendly noogie, which he managed to squirm out of. “Not happened yet, you know that. Ask Pete the same question and you might get a yes.”

Remus examined the other boys, ignoring the small flare-up of jealousy he felt upon seeing how close Sirius and the dark-haired boy were. With his arm still slung around the as-of-yet-nameless boy, Sirius turned to Remus. His grin immediately grew feral, eyes flashing at something he must have seen in Remus' eyes. “Jealous, Remus dear?”

Ducking his head, Remus focused on poking at pebbles with his trainers. “Not my business who you're with.”

The other boy made a disgusted noise, and Remus' eyes flickered up to see the boy pulling away from a Sirius who seemed intent on snogging the side of his face. “Oi! Get off, you old queen! Yuck!”

Sirius laughed, finally giving up and turning his attention back to Remus. “No worries, love: James here isn't bent. Neither is Pete. So you've got no competition for a piece of my gorgeous arse.” Sirius promptly turned around and waggled said arse at Remus, shoving it practically into his lap.

Remus had a hard time suppressing a smile as he pushed Sirius away. “Stop it,” he muttered, though the protest lacked any conviction. Remus decided to ignore the knowing glance Sirius and James shared.

“How's Evans doing?”

James immediately went beet red, from the tips of his ears down his neck. Remus glanced between the two boys, until Peter stepped in and explained. “Evans is Lily Evans. She goes to the girl's summer camp across the lake from us.”

Sirius made doe-eyes at James, clasping his hands over his heart melodramatically. “She's James' one true looove.”

Remus suppressed another smile as James half-heartedly shoved at Sirius, and a quick scuffle ensued. Sirius emerged the victor, holding James in a headlock as the dark-haired boy shouted “Sirius is my king! Sirius is my king!” until Sirius let him go.

Their apparent greeting rituals aside, James and Sirius settled down to business. An indeterminate amount of money exchanged hands, and then James was handing over a couple packs of cigarettes, and Peter what appeared to be a thimbleful of lighter fluid. Sirius lit one of the cigarettes immediately, sighing as he blew a thick column of smoke straight above their heads. “Nothing like the first fag of the day,” he muttered, face still tilted upwards. He cocked it slightly to the side, eyes sliding over to meet Remus'. “Right?”

Remus coughed to hide his blush. “Dunno,” he finally mumbled, for lack of a better response.

James, apparently taking pity on Remus, clasped him on the shoulder amicably. “He comes on a bit strong, doesn't he?”

Rems scuffed his toe in the dirt, shrugging one shoulder. Sirius spoke up for him, nudging him with his arm. “Hey, I'll make Remus my partner-in-crime yet. He questioned the 'masculine touch therapy' last night, his first day here.”

James cackled at the mention of 'masculine touch therapy', before grabbing Peter and wrapping his arms around him. “Peter! Peter! Do you feel my masculine energy flowing through you?”

Peter squirmed and laughed, shoving at James playfully. Remus watched the proceedings with baffled amusement. He had never had male friends like this before – ones that touched and wrestled, without any thought for how it might look. The only time he had been physical with another boy, their playful grappling had led to kissing and then...punishment. He was surprised straight boys could act that way. He was surprised straight boys could be friends with poofters.

Sirius' glance faltered on Remus, his grin softening a little. His arm touched against Remus more gently than before, causing Remus to glance over at him. “Hey. You need to...”

But Remus shrugged him off, turning away. “Done? We need to get back to camp.”

Sirius frowned, but didn't comment. Instead he turned back to James and Peter, giving them both a bruising, manly hug before tapping Remus on the shoulder. “Two days, James?”

James waved one hand, and the two other boys were off, back to their own camp.

As they walked back, Remus tried to ignore the way their shoulders brushed ever-so-casually with their footsteps. He chanced a few glances to his side, only to find Sirius focused on the ground in front of him, or the cigarette as he brought it to his lips.

“How do you know James?”

Sirius took a long drag before answering. “We all go to boarding school together. James is my best mate. When he found out about my folks sending me here, he figured out about the footie camp nearby. He was already the star player at our school, so it was easy to convince his parents to send him there for the summer. That way, he can help me out.” Sirius flicked ash from the end of his cigarette pointedly before drawing it back up to his lips.

“So...is that really why you give the blowjobs? And handjobs and...whatever.” Remus had to abruptly halt the line of thinking about what other sorts of services Sirius might render. “For cigarette money?”

Sirius' eyes slid sideways over to Remus again, but he looked away before shrugging one shoulder awkwardly. “Yeah. 'Course.”

Even though Sirius' behavior was suspicious, and he knew that couldn't possibly be the only motivation behind Sirius'...promiscuity...Remus let the issue drop. He wasn't there to pry into the other boy's life, after all.

They sneaked back into their cabin just as the counselors started their wake-up rounds for breakfast.

Continue onto Chapter 4.

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James! <3 I love Remus' bafflement at the other boys' relationship. That's exactly how I see them interacting. Fabulous. So much love!!!

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