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Pray the Gay Away: Chapter 7
Title: Pray the Gay Away: Chapter 7
Pairing: Sirius/Remus
Word Count: 1,722
Rating: R
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 discovers an ulterior motive to Sirius' prostitution.
Warnings: underage wanking
A/N: Yeaaaahhh, so...I went out last night. Sorry? Here: fic! Sorry :{ Look for another chapter tomorrow morning (EST)
Previous Chapters:
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6
A week after the “Lucius incident”, as Remus had mentally labeled it, Sirius and Remus were returning from one of Sirius' morning treks to visit with James and Peter. Sirius passed a lit cigarette over to Remus, and with just a moment's hesitation, Remus took it. His father had smoked, after all: it wasn't like it was a foreign experience for him. Next to him, Sirius lit another cigarette for himself. Their shoulders bumped as they walked – a motion Remus suspected was slightly intentional on Sirius' part – and Remus tried not to think about the way Sirius' lips had been pulled tight around the cigarette now in his own mouth.
They sneaked back into their cabin maybe a minute before the morning counselor came around, knocking on their door. Sirius answered it: shirt off, jeans unbuttoned, and cigarette dangling loosely from his mouth. The counselor's eyes refused to leave the trail of hair starting at Sirius' navel and drifting downward. Sitting on the bed behind him, Remus smirked. Sirius was always trying to rile up the counselors. Probably some misguided crusade to get them all to be open with themselves.
Remus had to admit: Sirius Black strutting around half-naked was probably an effective means to that end.
“Get dressed. It's six thirty,” the counselor finally growled, eyes only leaving Sirius' groin when he turned to move on to the next cabin.
When Sirius turned back to Remus, they shared a grin. Remus' eyes flickered down to Sirius' chest on their own, and the grin turned awkward. He turned away, though not before catching a little flicker of longing on Sirius' face.
“You know...” Remus tensed as Sirius spoke, shuffling through his rucksack for a little bite of chocolate before breakfast. “James could get you stuff if you wanted. Chocolate, or magazines or something.” There was another moment of hesitation before Sirius hurried on: “I'd let you use the magazine I've got for free, you know. If you ever wanted-”
“I don't need a magazine to wank, Sirius.” Remus turned back to him, eyes flickering awkwardly down to Sirius' bare chest again. “And I wouldn't use pictures of guys if I did. You know that.”
“Yeah.” Sirius looked crestfallen. “Yeah. I know.”
“Besides, I don't have any money,” Remus continued, trying to lighten the mood. “And I don't much feel like copying your business model, if you know what I mean.”
“I could lend you some! Really, if you want anything, just tell James. I'll pay for anything you want: even titty magazines.”
“I don't need anything, Sirius!” Remus dropped his gnawed bar of chocolate back into his rucksack and kicked it under the bed. When Sirius sat down quietly on his own, looking despondent as he stared at his trainers and scuffed them slowly over the floor, Remus leaned toward him. “Hey, sorry. It's nice of you to offer – really. But you don't need me stealing your cigarette money, anyway. You work hard enough to get it.”
It was just the tiniest jerk of his hand and guilty flicker in his downcast eyes that made Remus pause and look carefully at Sirius.
“You...” Remus' mind was drawing a blank as to what Sirius was keeping from him. “What is it?”
Silently, and without looking up at him, Sirius slid off his bunk and down to the loose floorboard. Carefully he pried it up with tobacco-stained fingers, and withdrew a handful of crumpled pound notes. Then another handful. And another. By the time he had extracted all the money he had secreted away, there was well over two hundred pounds in notes and coins lying around the cabin floor.
Remus could only ask one question. “But...why?”
Sirius' fingers fiddled with the cracks in the wood floor, fingernails flicking at the little uneven seams between the pieces of wood. “Dunno. I...I like it, and I had money, but I wanted more, and my parents keep sending me here, and I need to get action somehow, and...” Sirius finally raised his eyes and stared mournfully up at Remus. “I...I kind of...dunno. I just thought of it one day and...I do it.”
Remus slid off his bunk to join Sirius on the floor. Hesitating for just a moment, he put his hand out, touching Sirius gently on his thigh. Lacking Remus' uncertainty, Sirius put his hand over Remus' and squeezed it tight. "But isn't it humiliating?"
Sirius shrugged, shaking his head. "No. I said I like cock, and I meant it. Plus..." the smile Sirius gave Remus might have been shy, if it weren't for the leer that underscored it, "it's kind of hot: that it's all dirty. You know. The wrongness makes it hot."
Remus blushed and looked down and away. He didn't need to think about what aroused Sirius. "Why not just do it for free, then? Why charge?"
Sirius seemed to really consider this, as his thumb stroked slowly over Remus' knuckles. Remus shivered a little under the assault, but kept his hand carefully in place. His fingers twitched beneath Sirius', and he tried desperately to control the little involuntary reflex. Finally, right when Remus was considering moving his hand to save himself the embarrassment, Sirius spoke up.
"Well, I wouldn't get as much action if I didn't, I figure.” He continued before Remus could respond. “'Cause, it's more acceptable in their heads to have one off with a rentboy than just another boy. With a rentboy, it's more like a business transaction, or service industry or something. Like they're just taking care of a biological function like eating, and it doesn't matter if I were a bird or bloke. At least, that's what they can tell themselves when they pay for it. So by asking money, I guarantee more chances to have one off with the other boys around camp.”
“It's not...” Remus dropped his voice to a whisper, even though they were alone in their little cabin, “your parents? To upset them?”
Sirius laughed dryly at that. “Well, there's that, too. When word gets back to them about how I'm doing, it really sticks in their craw to hear that I'm giving two pound blowjobs in the loo.”
“There aren't consequences? When you go back home?”
Without another word Sirius took hold of Remus' shirt and tugged it up, revealing old yellow bruising along his ribs. Remus yanked the shirt down, looking away. “No,” Sirius murmured. “Not...not like that.”
“If you hadn't made me take my shirt off to go swimming...”
“I would never have known,” Sirius finished for him. Their eyes locked, and Remus knew that where he considered the possibility of Sirius not knowing about his parents a positive, Sirius saw it as a detestable option.
His fingers, still lingering on Remus' shirt, skittered over the scarred and bruised skin, rubbing lightly at the old injuries. Remus' stomach and cock twitched before he pushed away from Sirius, climbing back up to his bed. Before he knew what was happening, Sirius was leaping to his feet and into Remus' lap, cupping his face earnestly in both hands. “I'd stop for you,” he declared. “If...if you wanted to be with me, I'd stop all the nonsense. And I'd protect you. From everybody.”
Remus' eyes watered as he stared into the intensely open expression on Sirius' face. His thumbs slowly stroked over Remus' cheeks, and Remus had to close his eyes – against the onslaught of emotions, against seeing Sirius, against his touch against his skin.
His eyes flew open when he felt Sirius' lips press gently against his. The touch of lips against lips was barely there – more asking permission than actually kissing. With a shudder Remus let his mouth slacken and jaw tilt up, and Sirius took it as permission to actually kiss him.
Sirius' lips against his sent shivers all through Remus' system, making his head swim and legs tingle. Sirius' arms wrapping securely around his back, tugging him in and holding him close, made Remus moan plaintively, mouth opening to Sirius' talented tongue. As they kissed, Sirius began to move, hips exerting just the barest, repeated pressure on his. It was next to nothing, but it was enough to make arousal coil tight in Remus' groin, and erection flare to life.
He pushed Sirius away with a gasp, shaking his head. “I can't. I can't, I can't,” he whispered.
Sirius' disappointment was palpable, but he nodded one tiny, little time, before pressing his forehead to Remus'. “It's not wrong,” he murmured with his eyes closed, almost as if he were talking to himself. He moved his head and their noses bumped, sending another little shiver down Remus' spine. “It's right, and we both want it, and our parents and the counselors are just a bunch of repressed arseholes who probably say a rosary after every wet dream.”
A strangled sob of a laugh bubbled its way out of Remus' chest at that. “I think rosaries are just for Catholics, Sirius.”
“Whatever.”
With a sigh – and against every screaming filament in his body – Remus nudged at Sirius. “Get off. I need to... calm down... before breakfast.”
Obediently Sirius slid off Remus' lap. He tried for a leer, though his heart was obviously not into it. “One quid and I could help you take care of that.”
The two boys smiled sadly at the bad joke. “Go to breakfast, Sirius. I'll meet you there.”
Sirius pulled on his shirt, then stood in the center of the room, leaning from foot to foot indecisively. “Keep thinking on it?” His voice raised in hopeful inquiry.
Remus nodded back. “I know.”
The moment the door swung shut behind Sirius, Remus crawled under his covers and shoved his hand down his trousers. As he jerked himself rough and hard, he didn't even try to keep grey eyes and long, black hair from his mind. Visions of Sirius' head bobbing above his groin and red lips wrapped tight around his cock filled the dark space behind Remus' eyes as he came, shuddering and sighing, Sirius' name on his lips.
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Continue onto Chapter 8.
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Especially considering we've only got 3 chapters or so left...
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Poor Remi: he just needs some more time ;__;
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Glad you're enjoying!
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my poor Remus ;_;
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Stay tuned for more... ~.^
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(Anonymous) 2010-11-21 02:35 am (UTC)(link)no subject
Glad you liked the chapter once I got it posted!
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This made me drools! Sirius is so fucking HOT!
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Sweet and sad chapter!
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(Secret: I wrote parts of this on the way to church this evening. Gah! Terrible Catholic, me...)
Glad you like ^.^
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Hurm?
>_>
<_<
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Sirius is a wonderful wonderful bloke.
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I also love how you keep killing your readers.. too good, on your part.
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I do love my readers, and I would never kill them for long!
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And Sirius is too cute for words.
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They're trying to sort things out, they really are. It's just taking a bit...
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But poor, abused Remus. I hope he soon realizes what he really wants.
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