Pray the Gay Away: Chapter 12

[amuly]

Title: Pray the Gay Away: Chapter 12
Pairing: Sirius/Remus
Word Count: 3,616
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 and Sirius flee the camp together.
Warnings: underage blowjob
A/N: Last chapter! Epilogue going up tomorrow, since it keeps getting longer and longer...


Previous Chapters:
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11

 

 

Remus' hand was sweaty in Sirius' as they hurried through the forest together. His rucksack slapped at his back as he jogged, and legs itched where sharp twigs and brambles scratched bare skin. The sounds of the camp were fading away rapidly behind them: chatting of boys and orders from camp counselors giving way to chirping birds and clicking bugs. Remus' heart was thudding in his chest – nervousness, excitement, blind terror... all competing for a spot inside him – but one glance at Sirius' sure stride and determined face as he pulled Remus along, and it beat more easily, more calmly.

As they approached James' camp, further along than Remus had ever gone into the woods before, Sirius slowed and finally stopped, pulling Remus to a halt beside him. Together they peered out from behind the trees. They were on a slight ridge, with a clearing of cabins and football pitches laid out below them. Boys were running around on the pitches, older counselors wandering around between them.

Remus became aware of Sirius looking at him, and he turned to face the other boy. In an instant he found himself being kissed fiercely, back and rucksack shoved against a tree and oxygen leaving his mouth as quickly as Sirius' tongue was invading it. He melted, clutching at Sirius' back as if he could support him – as if he could protect him forever.

When they parted, Sirius' eyes were shining with a desperate determination. “They'll go to lunch in a bit. When they do we'll sneak into James and Peter's cabin and wait until they come back after dinner, yeah?”

Remus nodded. It was as good a plan as any, and right now his mind could do little more than oscillate between vivid memories of his father's beatings and more recent – and pleasant – memories of Sirius.

They crouched down to wait, hidden by the trees and some sparse undergrowth. Sirius' hand reached for Remus', tugging it into his lap and holding on tight. Remus squeezed back, and the two shared a long, understanding look.

Sure enough, Sirius was correct: within an hour the campers started filing off the fields and into one large cabin in the middle of the grounds, which Remus assumed was the dining hall. Only a few counselors were left outside milling around, until they too disappeared into various buildings. It was then that Sirius tugged at Remus' hand and stood up.

They dashed down the gentle slope of the ridge, feet skidding in the dirt as knees tried to keep their bodies upright against gravity. Remus had no way of knowing which of the dozens of identical-looking cabin was James and Peters', but apparently Sirius did, because he lead the two of them straight to cabin number seven. With hardly a glance around, Sirius swung open the door and pushed Remus inside.

This cabin was a little bigger than the ones back at their camp, Remus noted. There were four bunk beds in the cabin, two on each wall. Enough room for eight boys to sleep. Remus panicked. “Sirius, James and Peter aren't alone in here. We're going to get caught!”

But Sirius was already shoving his and Remus' rucksacks under one of the beds and climbing up to the top bunk. “First, James is a footie star. Everyone of the blokes here would be willing to drop to their knees and suck him off if James so much as coughed.” He grinned lopsidedly down at Remus from the top bunk. “And these blokes are straight. Generally.” He held down a hand, and Remus reluctantly grabbed it and allowed himself to be hauled up the ladder. Sirius pulled him down on top of him, grinding their hips together teasingly. “And second: there's only seven blokes in here. This bunk's spare.”

A grin teased at the corners of Remus' mouth, until he gave in and let it blossom across his face. “And they won't be back until dinner?”

Sirius shook his head, eyebrows waggling. “Nope.”

“Hm...” Remus sat up slightly, away from Sirius' heat and smell. He tapped his finger to his lip, mock-pondering the situation. “What could we possibly do with all-”

Sirius didn't let him finish his sentence, yanking Remus down to him. Remus fell onto Sirius with a yelp, and then Sirius was snogging the life out of him, hips moving as tongues and teeth clashed. Remus laughed into Sirius' mouth, light-headed with relief. They had made it. They were away from the camp, and no one knew where they were. Not even his father. Now all they had to do was make it through a few hours in this cabin, and they'd be phoning Sirius' uncle Alphard to come pick them up. He was safe.

Remus broke the kiss, shucking his and Sirius' shirt off as Sirius watched with wide eyes. With as wicked a smile as Remus could muster – he hadn't had as much practice as Sirius, so he was certain he looked a little bit silly – he unbuttoned Sirius trousers. Sirius' eyes widened to saucer-levels as Remus yanked them off, then nuzzled his nose against the thick, black pubic hair at the base of his erection.

“R-R-Remus, you don't have to...”

“Let me,” Remus murmured, glancing up at Sirius. “I bollocksed it up so badly last night, I want another go.”

Sirius' head thumped as it hit the pillow, and he carded a hand down into Remus' hair. Remus took the pause to shuck off his own trousers. He might as well be ready for when Sirius reciprocated. “Not stopping you...” Sirius weakly joked.

Taking care to do this properly – after all, Sirius was his veritable knight-in-shining-armor today – Remus stuck his tongue out and licked a long stripe on the underside of Sirius' cock, from base to head. He tasted salty, mostly: they had just been running through the woods, after all. As Remus curled his tongue around the head and lapped at the precome beading there, he amended his first assessment: salty and bitter. Interesting.

Beneath him, Sirius was moaning, hands tightening in his hair. He tugged, just slightly, and Remus took that as his cue to get on with the main event. Covering his teeth with his lips – if anything could be said about Remus, it was that he was a fast learner – he slowly slid his mouth down around Sirius' cock, taking as much in as he could and covering the rest with a tightly wrapped hand. Sirius' small moan excited Remus, but he knew he could get more from the dark-haired boy. Eyebrows furrowed in concentration, Remus pulled back and sucked.

“Fuck, fuck! Oh, I...fuck...Remus...”

Remus' stomach clenched and flipped, groin alighting with the reaction he was provoking in Sirius. Gaining confidence, Remus slid his mouth down and back up, pressing his tongue against the vein on the way down, and sucking almost viciously on the way up. Sirius was arching above him, keening his pleasure. His hips were thrusting in tiny, little aborted movements. Remus appreciated that Sirius could keep that much control: he didn't much fancy gagging or – even worse – vomiting all over Sirius' cock just because Sirius thrust too far down his throat.

Emboldened, Remus reached down with his unoccupied hand and played with Sirius balls: rolling them between long fingers, tugging them gently, squeezing and massaging them. Sirius' grip was almost painful in his hair, head thrown back against the pillow, eyes closed and mouth open in complete, pleasure-filled abandon. Remus groaned at the sight, eyes trained on the rapturous look on Sirius' face. He felt precome dribbling down his shaft, and he tried to rub it against the mattress as he sucked.

Once he started rutting, Remus found he couldn't stop. His mouth sucked and licked at Sirius' cock as his hands worked his balls and shaft. Meanwhile, his hips were thrusting over and over against the bed, arousal spiraling as Sirius' moans became louder and more desperate.

As the first taste of come hit his tongue and Sirius' shout rang in his ears, Remus' entire body stiffened, shaking and twitching as he emptied himself onto the mattress. His mouth fell off Sirius' cock, opened wide as his eyes squeezed shut and face pressed against Sirius' groin. The smell of Sirius' come and musk only served to protract Remus' orgasm, and he whimpered plaintively as his body continued to shake, spent cock twitching uselessly against the rough bed sheets.

An eternity later, Remus became aware of Sirius' hand stroking gently at his face and hair, voice whispering his name. Exhaustion lining every muscle of his body, Remus tilted his head and cracked an eyelid, glancing up at Sirius. “Ung?”

Sirius' grin was stupid-happy, and with a little bit of urging Remus managed to crawl up his body and kiss him. “You liked that, hm?”

Remus blinked slowly, before he glanced down and realized how ridiculous he must have looked: coming just from rutting against the mattress like some lonely thirteen-year-old. He blushed, trying to avoid Sirius' eyes. But then Sirius' hand was on his chin, tilting him to meet his gaze.

“Hey, it's fine. Loads of guys love giving head that much.” Sirius' eyes crinkled as he smiled. “Lucky me, huh? I've got a boyfriend who's gagging for it.”

Remus shoved at Sirius, though he was relieved that he wasn't weird. For a moment he smiled: he didn't even consider himself weird or wrong for being gay, anymore.

“Hey, what?”

Smiling at a confused Sirius, Remus leaned forward and kissed him. “Nothing. Just...this is good. I think it all might work out.”

Sirius winked. "With me at your side? Of course it will.” He paused, smacking his lips together before shifting his leg around a bit. Remus glanced down, trying to figure out what he was after. “Did you swallow?”

Oh. Remus flushed, thinking back. He had started coming just a second after Sirius had, and after that everything went fuzzy... He glanced down at Sirius' groin, which appeared relatively come-free.

“I think so.” His eyes widened. “It's okay, isn't it? It's not going to make me sick or...” He thought of stories about swallowed watermelon seeds growing in stomachs, and immediately panicked. He wasn't a woman, but...what if...

But Sirius was laughing, shaking his head. “It's fine. Some blokes do, some don't. It doesn't matter either way.”

“How do you know all of this?” The question fell from Remus' lips before he thought about the possible answers. His stomach twisted at the thought of Sirius with anyone else, even though he had first-hand knowledge of the fact.

Sirius was shrugging, waving a hand dismissively. “Most of it's wank magazines. They've got some really interesting articles about all this stuff.”

“There's magazines for... for us? Blokes like us?”

Sirius beamed, grin predatory as he pulled Remus to him and nuzzled against his nose. “There's all sorts of things out there for blokes like us. Discos and music and pubs...” He pulled Remus into his chest, continuing his nuzzling against Remus' hair. “There's a whole world out there for us, Remus.”

And in just a few hours, Remus thought, I'll get to see it. With Sirius.

By the time Sirius' zippo clicked and smoke filled the cabin, Remus was fast asleep, curled up against Sirius' chest.

**

Remus awoke to boys bouncing on the top and bottom bunks, raucously shouted greetings bouncing off the walls of the small cabin.

“-fuck 'im, I'm not letting him get near Remus!”

“Hell, even I'd throw my support behind you two blokes, whatever I could. That's just not right.”

Remus blinked, managing to distinguish James and Peter's voices speaking to Sirius. He groaned and rolled over, eyes cracking open as he tried to assess the situation. It was evening: the light coming through the window was all evening-red, and crickets were starting up outside. Sirius was still on the top bunk with Remus, though his back was to him as he leaned over the edge, chatting animatedly with James and Peter. Remus smiled at his back: his legs were curled under him, knees bumping into the railing. It gave Remus a fantastic view of his trouser-clad arse, and made him look rather young and endearing.

James noticed he was awake first, smirking at him and elbowing Peter in the ribs. “Looks like the other lovebird is awake from his sex-coma, eh Petey?”

Immediately Sirius' head whipped around, throwing himself onto Remus and giving him a good wake-up snog. Remus laughed and pushed him off, mindful of the other boys in the cabin. Making sure he was appropriately covered, Remus pushed himself into a sitting position, glancing around the room. There were five other boys in there besides James and Peter, but they all seemed unconcerned by the two stowaways crashing in one of their bunks. They were mostly lying on their own beds, reading or writing letters. Two of them were playing cards on the floor, apparently using pretzels in place of money. Remus had never felt so average. It was exhilarating.

“'Least I'm getting some,” Remus finally fired back at James. The other boy burst into raucous laughter, leveraging himself up to smack Remus playfully on the head.

Sirius joined in with the teasing, nudging Remus' shoulder. “Yeah, James: how is Evans doing, anyway?”

Ever-helpful, Peter spoke up. “Apparently in high spirits. She told James that she wouldn't date him even if he took her for dinner and dancing on the moon.”

Remus and Sirius laughed as James wrestled with Peter, giving him a mock-pounding. For a moment, Sirius and Remus' eyes met, and Remus felt another small bit of the tension within him melt away.

**

That night, Remus' heart was in his chest as he, Sirius, James, and Peter snuck across the camp grounds and to the main cabin. According to James, the only phone in the camp was in the main office there. James and Peter were to play look-out and pack mule respectively – Peter drew the short straw and was carrying Sirius and Remus' rucksacks as the two runaways broke in and made the call. James told them that the counselors never locked the doors, but Remus wasn't so sure. With his luck, one of them would tonight on a whim, and Sirius would have to either pick the lock or breakdown the door. And Sirius had professed that he had never actually tried to pick a lock before, just figured he might be able to suss it.

They reached the main cabin without incident, James and Sirius do a great deal too much ducking and weaving than was really necessary, in Remus' mind. Sirius and James clapped each other's shoulders in parting, and then Sirius and Remus were slipping through the first pair of doors. They padded quietly through the dark cabin, eyes and ears open for any counselors working late. Luckily, they ran into no one before the second set of doors.

Even more fortunately, they found the second pair of doors unlocked, and Sirius was dialing the little rotary phone within a minute of them entering the cabin.

Remus hung back by the door, glancing out and around the cabin as Sirius remained quiet, phone to his ear.

After what seemed like an impossibly long amount of time, Sirius straightened at the desk, hand twisting on the receiver.

“Uncle Alphard? Yeah, it's Sirius. No, wait...” Sirius rolled his eyes at Remus good-naturedly. “Hang on, before you come, I got two things to tell you. First, I'm over at the footie camp. The one James is at? Potter?” Sirius was silent for a few seconds. “Yeah. But there's a second thing. There's another boy with me. From the camp.” Sirius flushed as he fell silent, glancing over at Remus from time to time. “Yeah. Yeah.” His face turned even redder a moment later. “No! Not...not...” he glanced at Remus, body turning away as he cupped the phone close to his mouth. “Not all the way...”

Remus' face quickly turned red enough to match Sirius' as he realized what Alphard was asking. Finally, Sirius was saying his good-byes and hanging up the phone.

“Did he really ask about that?”

Sirius shrugged, rubbing the back of his neck. “He wanted to know what our relationship was. If you were just some bloke or...” Sirius' grin grew cheeky. “Or my Remus-dear.”

Remus flushed at the nickname, but inwardly was glowing with an ubiquitous warmth.

Sirius nodded at the doorway. “Come on. We'll get our rucksacks from Peter and head out. Alphard'll be here in about an hour, and in the meantime we can start heading down the road. That way no one will see the lights and know someone was here.”

They retrieved their rucksacks from Peter, slinging them on their shoulders and adjusting them until they were comfortable. James handed over two packs of cigarettes and Peter a whole can of lighter fluid for the road. There was much manly hugging and promises of letters written before James and Sirius would part. Finally, with one last round of clapped shoulders and fiercely shaken hands, Remus and Sirius turned away from the camp and headed down the road. Sirius lit two cigarettes, passing one to Remus. The nicotine made his head feel dizzy as he drew long and deep on the fag – or maybe it was just giddiness at what they were doing.

Sirius held out his left hand, scraping at Remus' right. He smiled over at Sirius as he took his hand.

“What do you think your dad did when they couldn't find you?”

Remus shrugged, taking a contemplative drag on his cigarette. “I don't know. He might have been glad to be rid of me. Or maybe livid.” He tried picturing the reactions, and he could see both. “Dunno. Both, maybe. Dunno.”

Sirius' hand tightened reassuringly around Remus'. “Well, now you never have to think about him again.”

The dirt road to the camp was dark, the noises of the forest threatening. Remus held tight to Sirius' hand. After only fifteen minutes of walking they came to the main road. Sirius glanced either way, before shucking his rucksack and pulling Remus down to the ground with him. “Dunno which way to go. Just have to wait, now.” Remus settled down next to him, their shoulders bumping comfortably. The tips of their cigarettes and sickle moon were the only sources of illumination on the dark road, and the sounds of the forest were loud around them. Remus found himself immensely grateful for Sirius' presence. He could have never done this without him.

Remus couldn't tell how much time had passed when headlights appeared in the distance. Sirius stood, taking one last drag of his cigarette before stamping it out beneath his trainers. Remus followed suit, pulling his rucksack over his shoulder as he peered out at the two bright points of light.

The car slowed to a stop next to them, the window cranking down slowly. “Sirius? That you, lad? By God, you've grown six inches! And look at that hair: you devil.”

Sirius' grin was all Remus needed to know that it was indeed Uncle Alphard in the car. He bent down, placing both hands on the doorframe and leaning through the window. “Hey Al! Thanks for coming for us.”

The man in the car – middle-aged and average looking, though definitely sharing Sirius' dark hair and arched brow, from what Remus could discern in the low light – waved a hand in dismissal. “I told you any time you finished with those crazy folks of yours you were welcome, and I meant it. This your boyfriend?”

Sirius moved aside so that Remus could lean in the window. He stuck a hand through, shaking Alphard's hand politely. “Hello, sir. Thank you for your help. I promise as soon as I can find work...”

“Look at you! Skinny as a weed, my God! It's a good thing Sirius got to you when he did: you might have wasted away before much longer. Come on, get in, get in. We'll stop by a pub before we head home for something to eat. God knows I have nothing besides a few moldy teabags and soggy biscuits in my flat.”

Remus' eyes brimmed with tears as he found himself being shoved into the car by Sirius. “Th-thank you,” he whispered. As Sirius slammed the door shut, Remus found himself clinging to the other boy's warmth. “This is... so much... thank you.”

Alphard turned around, and Remus was able to fully look into his eyes for the first time. They were the same grey, kind eyes that Sirius had. The man smiled softly as he looked at Remus, eyes flickering over to Sirius briefly. “It really is no trouble, young man. I know how difficult the world can be, at times. I'm just glad to lend a helping hand.”

Remus was glad for the darkness as tears overran their banks and poured down his face. Alphard had already turned back to the road and was pulling out onto it. As Remus buried his face in Sirius' shirt, burrowing deep into the warmth and shuddering beneath the strong hand on his back, Alphard spoke one more time: “Let's get you home.”


Continue onto Epilogue.

 

Comments

Late to the Party 10

[brighty18.livejournal.com]

Oh, I must confess to being a little on love with Alphard. I mean, he's one of my favorite characters, anyway, but he's so so loving and wonderful here. Just what those poor boys need!

This chapter was so happy - a perfect foil to the pathos of the previous one. It was still exciting (and sexy), though, and, as always, not without humor. I particularly loved this bit: Sirius' grin was stupid-happy, and with a little bit of urging Remus managed to crawl up his body and kiss him. “You liked that, hm?”

Remus blinked slowly, before he glanced down and realized how ridiculous he must have looked: coming just from rutting against the mattress like some lonely thirteen-year-old. He blushed, trying to avoid Sirius' eyes. But then Sirius' hand was on his chin, tilting him to meet his gaze.

“Hey, it's fine. Loads of guys love giving head that much.” Sirius' eyes crinkled as he smiled. “Lucky me, huh? I've got a boyfriend who's gagging for it.”

Remus shoved at Sirius, though he was relieved that he wasn't weird. For a moment he smiled: he didn't even consider himself weird or wrong for being gay, anymore.

That worked for me on SO many levels. Yes, it was funny, but it was also a genuine and boyish way for both of them to deal with the situation.

Re: Late to the Party 10

[amuly.livejournal.com]

:D
So glad you liked all this.

*whistles nonchalantly and passes tissues for epilogue*