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amulyTitle: A Tale Of Two Blowjobs (Well, One and a Half)
Pairing: Sirius/Remus
Word Count: 2,863
Rating: R
Summary: After the Locker Room incident, Remus wants to make it up to Sirius with a mutual first.
Warnings: underage fellatio (might be the most specific warning I’ve ever had…)
A/N: Yes, they’re 14. It’s fanfiction, after all. If their age squicks you, don’t read it. Also, I don't know why I keep writing continuations of that first story, but it's fun. I've got two more sequels planned, too.
Part one here, part two here. But it works fine as a one-shot.
Sirius had been on edge all during dinner. Remus had sat across from him, and had been chatting with James and Peter the whole time, apparently normal. But beneath the table, he had been quietly stroking his foot up and down Sirius’ calf, even going so far as to teasingly drift up to his thigh once or twice. Sirius thought he was going mad. Thank Merlin for wizarding robes.
As they got up to leave the Great Hall, Sirius’ and Remus’ eyes connected. Oh, but Sirius could hate Remus, if he wasn’t so blinded by his mere presence. Remus had that look in his eyes, that feral, moon-coming-on, wait-‘til-the-boys-get-to-sleep look. A whimper might have escaped from Sirius’ throat, which earned him a curious look from James. He just punched him in the arm and shouted something about Quidditch. As James’ arm wrapped around him, all Sirius could focus on were the heated amber eyes boring into him, promising him something special tonight.
For the first time ever that night, Sirius truly hated being on the Quidditch team. Moreover, he almost hated the fact that they had won that day, before he reminded himself that the win had been Remus’…“inspiration”…for the impromptu mutual wanking session in the changing stall that afternoon. Sirius almost punched Longbottom in the face when he slung an arm around him and sloshed some pilfered butterbeer on his front. After a moment’s consideration of his wet robes, Sirius jumped up. He had an idea.
“Bollocks! Um…blasted, Longbottom! Look at my robes! They’re…erm…ruined? Yeah! Gotta get out of them, give them to the castle elves before the stain…uh…sets? Yeah. Sets.” Sirius Black had never claimed to be the best of liars: yet another reason why he wasn’t suited for Slytherin. Luckily Gryffindors were pretty trusting in general, and with the addition of the majority of them being sloshed off their minds and enjoying their victory, Sirius’ fumbled lie and hurried retreat was barely noticed.
Well, except by one. One Messer Remus John Lupin slipped away from the party after Sirius, and the two slunk up the stairs to their dorm room, leaving the rest of the partiers to their revelry. Once inside the room, Sirius hopped anxiously from foot to foot, waiting for his Remus to step through. When he finally did, Sirius’ breath caught, and the most he could do was stand there, staring at him.
Remus quietly closed the door behind him, not breaking eye contact with Sirius. His eyes – those eyes – Sirius could see the lust smoldering in their amber depths. Sirius wrung his hands. He wasn’t sure what Remus was planning. It could be...that. But they hadn’t done that, yet. Well, they really hadn’t done most things yet. Just a bit of grinding and wanking – what was it they called it in that magazine Sirius had managed to get his hands on? “Frotting”? They did that. But not anything more.
“Remus?” Sirius gulped. Remus was walking toward him on silent feet, a predatory focus in his eyes. “Remus, what…um…what…”
Then Remus was right there, leaning past him, brushing his lips over his cheek, and then the shell of his ear. “Sirius…”
Sirius whimpered. Remus’ breath was warm on his ear, and the rest of him – so close, so hot, reach out and touch… - was radiating heat in waves. He was hard: not just half-hard, like he had been all evening, waiting for this moment. Sirius was painfully, achingly hard. “Remus?” His voice cracked, but Sirius really honestly could care less about how he looked or sounded. He just wanted Remus.
“Sirius…” There it was again. That breathy, lusty whisper, filled with promise of things to come. “I want to try something new, tonight.”
Sirius gulped. That? Was he talking about that? But…he didn’t…if…
“Remus? I don’t…I mean…”
Remus pulled back and looked Sirius in the eyes. He frowned, and Sirius sighed in relief to see his Remus in control again, rather than the seductive, sexy Remus that had followed him up the stairs. “Huh? Oh!” Remus’ eyes widened, and Sirius grinned. “No! Not…not that!” A blush started to spread across Remus’ cheeks, and Sirius had the sudden compulsion to run his thumbs across his cheekbones. Remus’ eyes fluttered at the touch.
“Merlin, Remus. I thought you were gonna…”
“No! No! Not…I mean, if you want, but I’m not sure…”
“No!” Sirius shook his head vehemently, letting his hand drop from Remus’ face. His hair fell in front of his eyes, and he tossed it back, grinning toothily at Remus. “I mean, sometime. Eventually. But, not…I’m not…”
“Good. Good.” Both boys were blushing bright red now, even such an obscure and round-about conversation about that making them embarrassed. Sirius glanced down at the floorboards, then back up at Remus. “Well what were you…?” He gestured between them.
Remus blushed brighter and rubbed the back of his neck. “Er…well…I mean, I think the moon was kinda…against my better judgment…”
“Well if you don’t wanna…”
“No!” Remus reached out and grabbed Sirius’ hand. Sirius glanced down at it, feeling waves of sensation radiate from just that little bit of contact. “No, I want to.” Remus glanced over Sirius’ shoulder. “You…my bed?”
Sirius nodded, removing his hand from Remus’ and racing over to his bed. He threw himself onto it, bouncing momentarily until settling in. He shucked his robes, shoes, and t-shirt, tossing them to the end of the bed. By the time Remus caught up with him, Sirius was snuggled underneath the sheets and comforter, waiting eagerly for him.
Remus glanced around the room once before climbing into bed with Sirius, shutting the curtains tightly around him. He pulled out his wand and muttered a sticking charm for his curtains, followed by a silencing spell around them. That done, he disrobed and crawled into bed alongside Sirius.
Sirius immediately pressed himself up to Remus, tangling arms and legs around him, just feeling the closeness of their bodies, skin on skin. His long fingers traced a line up and down Remus’ back, and he delighted in the little shivers that rippled through Remus’ body at his touch. Their chests slid against each other as they moved tentatively: adjusting position, hips rubbing uncertainly. This was still new, this thing they were doing. They hadn’t figured it all out yet, just the basics of how to feel good. Sirius had managed some glimpses in dirty magazines he nicked, but what he saw more grossed him out and terrified him than it did educate him.
He kissed Remus on the lips, tongues lapping at each other, lips sucking. Sirius pulled back and looked Remus in the eyes. “What were you…”
Remus blushed and glanced down between them. “Oh. Um. Take off your trousers?”
Sirius hurried to oblige him, kicking them down to the end of the bed once they were off. “You too?” Remus’ whole chest flushed, but he did the same. Sirius pulled him back and kissed him again. He moaned a little into the kiss. So much skin contact, but not in the one place he wanted it…their hips began to pick up their own rhythm, and they rutted against each other as their kiss descended from tentative licks to unrestrained passion. Sirius’ pants grew wet, and he gripped at Remus’ arse, trying to pull him closer, trying to grind his way to fulfillment.
“Sirius, wait.” Sirius gasped when Remus pulled away and stilled their hips. But it was getting so good…Remus’ pupils were dilated, his lips kiss swollen, and his hair already starting to stick from sweat. Sirius tried to reach for him, to end this torture, but Remus just canted his hips away. Then, with one last nervous glance, Remus began to slide down Sirius’ body, slipping between the covers until his mouth was level with…
“Remus! You…you don’t have to!” Sirius knew his protest was only token: the second he felt Remus’ warm breath inches away from his aching hardness, he was lost.
He watched as the bump under the covers that was Remus seemed to shake its head, and Remus’ muffled voice floated back up to Sirius: “I want to. I have to taste you, Sirius.”
Oh, Merlin. Sirius’ cock twitched at that, and he struggled to calm himself. He reached his hands up to his head and gripped his hair, hard. Remus…Remus was going to…and he wanted to…
Sirius twitched violently when he felt hot fingers pulling down his pants, then one slender hand wrapped around the base. His hips jerked involuntarily, and he felt Remus grow very still beneath the sheets. “Sirius, don’t, uh…don’t thrust, please? When I’m, you know?”
Sirius nodded before he realized that Remus couldn’t see him. “I’ll be good, Remus. Promise.” He reached a hand beneath the comforter and stroked at Remus’ hair gently. Sirius didn’t realize how hard it was going to be to keep his promise until Remus flicked out his tongue, licking at the head cautiously. “Oh, oh Merlin. Oh Remus.” Sirius gripped at the sheets with both hands. Mustn’t thrust, mustn’t thrust, can’t hurt Remus, mustn’t thrust, can’t have him stop…
Another exploratory lick, this one more firm, more sure. Sirius groaned loudly: thank Merlin for silencing spells. Then lips were closing over the head, and Sirius was a quivering mass of barely restrained hormones. He felt Remus’ mouth slide down part-ways, then pull back cautiously. He slid down again, and Sirius winced at the graze of teeth. “Ah, Remus, careful. No teeth.”
He felt Remus’ mouth slide off of him, and saw the blob under the comforter raise its head. “Sorry. Sorry. Lemme try again.”
Sirius carefully released his grip on the sheets with one hand and stroked Remus’ hair. “No, it’s good, don’t worry. Really good.”
Then Remus’ mouth was sliding over him again, this time with teeth safely covered by lips. Sirius groaned and slammed his head into the pillows, desperate to thrust into that delicious, wet heat. Then Remus started to suck.
“Ah! Remus, gonna…” Too late. Sirius thrust forward and came inside Remus’ mouth. He fell back onto the pillows – didn’t remember rising off of them, actually – and sank into boneless oblivion.
An eternity later, Sirius blinked and looked around. Remus was staring down at him curiously, body flush on top of him. “Did I do okay? Sorry about the teeth. I’ll remember next time.”
Incoherent, Sirius pulled Remus down into a vicious kiss. At the first swipe of tongues, Sirius pulled back. “Ew!” He wiped at his tongue and grimaced. “Is that what it tastes like?”
Remus blushed. “Well, you didn’t give me any warning!” He paused. “It’s not that bad. I mean, it’s not terrible.”
Sirius wrinkled his nose. “Sorry. I was going to warn you, but then you did that thing, you started sucking, and that felt really good.” Sirius blinked. “Did you…um…did you…” he dropped his voice down to a whisper, as if that made any difference. “Did you swallow?”
Remus’ horrified look was all the answer Sirius needed. “No! Ew! They’re alive! Why would I swallow?! I spit it out.” Sirius felt around with his leg for a moment until he found the wet spot. He pushed Remus off of him and rolled with him, away from it.
Re-settled on the clean side of the bed, Sirius nuzzled his nose into Remus’ neck. “That was really, really good, Remus.” A yawn cracked his jaw, and his eyes drifted closed. “Oh, do I need to, um…?”
Sirius felt Remus’ arm snake around his back and pull him close. “You don’t have to do that. But, I’m still…”
Cracking one eye open, Sirius lifted the sheets and saw that, indeed, Remus was still in need of release. He lifted his hand up to his mouth and licked at it, coating his palm and fingers with saliva. He reached down between them, pulling his hips back awkwardly to make room for his hand.
Remus sighed at the first touch, which turned into a deep, throaty moan as Sirius firmly began stroking him. Remus fumbled forward to kiss him again, and this time Sirius didn’t pull away, even though Remus’ mouth still tasted a little weird. Within a few seconds Remus was leaking precome, and Sirius swiped his thumb over the head, smearing the thin liquid down the shaft. Remus’ gnawed-off fingernails were digging into Sirius’ back, urging him on. Breaking the kiss, Remus started to gasp: little breathy noises that made Sirius’ heart do all sorts of summersaults. Sirius focused on bringing Remus his release, tongue poking out of the corner of his mouth in concentration. One final firm stroke, and Remus was shouting - “Ah, ah!” - come spurting out of him and onto Sirius’ hand.
Sirius rolled over and wiped his hand on the side of the bed with the wet spot from earlier. No reason to spread the mess around. When he turned back over he was met by Remus’ mouth, kissing him firmly in gratitude. “Okay?”
Remus nodded, eyes already drifting closed. “Much better.”
Sirius nuzzled at Remus’ nose, then pulled back just a few centimeters and watched Remus twitch sleepily. His breath puffed at Remus’ face, and he could see his golden hair moving gently with each breath. “Remus?”
“Mm?”
“Was it okay? I mean, doing it to me?”
A single eye cracked open, and Sirius stared into the amber he could see through the slit. After a moment a lazy smile drifted across his face. “Yeah, it was fine. A little weird, at first. Bigger than I thought, well…” Remus reconsidered, and Sirius felt slightly offended. “More like, my mouth is smaller than I thought. It seemed like I should be able to fit more in.”
Sirius thought for a moment. “Well, I saw in one of those muggle mags that if you practice you can fit more.”
Remus scrunched up his nose. “Oh no, I have to practice? Sure you’ll like that.”
Sirius batted his lashes playfully. “Although it pains me, I’ll do my best to be an attentive tutor.”
“Git.” Remus pushed at Sirius’ arm, but there was no fight in him. Sirius smiled as he watched Remus struggle to stay awake.
“I’ll, I’m…I wanna try. Not right now, but…” Sirius shrugged one shoulder. “Soon. I’ll try on you.”
Remus nodded, eyes already drifting closed again. “That’ll be good,” he mumbled. Sirius pulled him closer, wiggling down into the mattress until he felt comfortable. They fell asleep like that, arms and legs wrapped around each other, clothes littering the bed, and two wet spots on the far side that Sirius did his best not to roll over into throughout the night. As Sirius drifted, everything faded away except the sound of Remus’ light breathing. Soon, it lulled him to sleep.
Present Day:
“Told you I remembered.” Sirius’ grin faded as he saw tears glistening in Remus’ eyes. “Hey, hey,” Sirius shifted closer to Remus on the bed, pulling him into his arms and kissing him gently on the forehead. “Shh. Stop that. Those were good times, yeah?”
Beneath his chin, Remus shook his head, but croaked out a “Yeah.”
A moment’s pause, then Sirius grinned wickedly. “You know, you were rubbish at blowjobs. I’m just grateful your technique has improved with practice.”
Remus pulled away from Sirius, mock-aghast. His eyes were still wet, but his expression was lighter. “You seemed to enjoy it! Came the moment I started sucking, if I recall correctly.”
Sirius attempted nonchalance. “Oh, well, come on. I was fourteen. Anything would make me come. Doesn’t mean it was good.”
With a growl, Remus pounced on top of Sirius, pressing him into the bed. “Oh, and I suppose you’ve been faking those mind-blowing orgasms all these years.”
Sirius’ eyes crinkled as he tried to suppress his laughter. Remus looked so peeved, bearing down on him, shaggy hair hanging down. “Well…” Sirius considered. “There might have been a few genuine ones in there.” He raised his eyebrows. “You could always, oh, I don’t know…try again?”
Remus’ growls always turned Sirius on, bringing him to arousal faster than almost anything else. He dipped his head and snogged Sirius harshly before pulling away and starting his descent down Sirius’ body. “Alright but this time…” Remus nipped at a nipple, then dragged his tongue harshly over it. A little gasp escaped Sirius’ lips as he watched. “…you’re going to reciprocate.” He bent his head and dipped his tongue into Sirius’ navel, thrusting it in and out a few times before continuing down. As he hovered above Sirius’ groin, he flicked his eyes up at him. “Deal?”
Sirius groaned, shoving a hand into Remus’ hair and encouraging him down. “Yes, yes, fine. Just get on with it.”
Remus’ tongue darted out, and he lapped at the bead of precome forming on Sirius’ head. “After all…” Remus ran his tongue along the underside of Sirius’ shaft, from root to tip. Sirius groaned and his head fell back onto the pillow. Some things never changed. “…we need to work on your technique too.” Sirius’ reply was lost in a sea of incoherent babbling as Remus’ lips slipped over his head, sucking him deep into his mouth.
Want more? See the day after this full moon here.
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Date: 2010-04-25 08:26 pm (UTC)Much loves,
Jen xx
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Date: 2010-04-25 08:34 pm (UTC)Glad you liked the awkwardness. It's funny how the fandom oscillates b/w Sirius being the sexually experienced one, Remus being the openly gay one, them both being awkward, &c. I don't think I've read one in a while where they were together from a young age, and I really like the idea, so...there you go. ^.^
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Date: 2010-05-05 11:09 pm (UTC)Uhm, you keep spelling Slytherin as 'Slytherian', there's no a in there.
I like the time shifts as well. Hehe, fun and hot (:
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Date: 2010-05-05 11:16 pm (UTC)Glad you liked it in spite of my spelling errors ^.^