Title: Discovery

Author: KateKintail

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Bill/Remus

Warnings/Kinks: oral sex, BDSM, orgies

Disclaimer: JKR wouldn’t approve. I don’t own these boys; I’m merely playing.

Summary: Remus discovers the internet

Notes: Written in honor of the glorious return of pornish pixies !

Unbetaed smut.

                Bill made a pass through the office, gathering up stray books as he came across them. The first few he held in his hand. The next few he balanced on top of the first few. And then he had to hold the stack upon one arm and against his chest to keep the whole lot of them from tumbling onto the floor. Just after he tucked one more under his chin, he paused beside Remus.

                The older man sat at the desk, tapping away on the keypad of the laptop with two- or at best four- fingers. “You’re getting better,” Bill said, nodding with approval.

                Remus looked over his shoulder, his face screwed up in a funny look of disbelief. “Liar. Still takes me ages to type words out. Remind me again why we couldn’t just get one of those magical ledgers. Your brothers use one.”

                “My brothers had a rich benefactor to cover their startup costs. You and I need to be more careful. One wrong spell or haphazard tap and those ledgers can be wiped clean. This computer, however…” He nodded towards the brand new laptop computer, unable to reach out and pet it affectionately for all the books in his arms. Bill had been so incredibly exited when he brought the laptop home; more than excited, he’d been optimistic. He’d stayed that way even after he’d realized Remus didn’t have a bloody idea what the computer was for. Slowly and painstakingly, Bill explained all he knew about spreadsheets and databases, then backed up and explained about power buttons, keys, and mice. “This computer will keep track of everything we need. Stock, invoices, accounts, everything.”

                Remus looked doubtful. But he cocked his head and presented himself with one of those expressions that made it impossible for Bill not to kiss him. Bill bent at the knees, and leaned back in a sort of swooping movement until his head was even with Remus’. Their lips met briefly until the top two books toppled off the stack.

*

                They opened for business in one week, and Bill could think of more than a hundred things they had left to do. In fact, they’d barely left the store in days. They woke up early and returned home late. They got takeaway from the restaurants and cafés on the block, they even napped in the office or back room. So it was absolutely no surprise when one in the morning rolled around and both Bill and Remus were still at the store.

                Remus had had the brilliant idea to set up a seating area, so it almost felt like a library. The problem was, armchairs and benches took up space that should have been filled with bookcases. Bill had spent the last hour rearranging the shelves so that the flow among them was more streamlined and natural. It would hardly do to cram customers in so they could not comfortably browse through all the offerings.

                Bill’s left shoulder blade hurt from a pulled muscle, and his lower back ached from moving so many boxes of books. As fatigue began to take hold, all Bill could think about was going home for a hot shower and then curling up with his Remus in bed for a short but restorative sleep. Scrubbing his hand over his face then scratching at the stubble on his chin, he walked across the store. He hadn’t shaved that morning, maybe not even the morning before. All the days and nights were beginning to blend together.  Sometimes he wondered why he’d left the bank in the first place.

                “Remus?” he called, without much energy in his voice. “Can’t we head home now?” He entered the office, yawning, rubbing his hand against the back of his neck. He stopped in the doorway of the office, frozen in place.

                The office was dark, every candle extinguished, and the screen of the laptop glowed, bathing Remus in bluish light. Remus sat in the office chair, his khaki slacks open where the zip had been pulled down all the way, exposing slightly off-white briefs. He had one hand on his thigh and the other on the cordless mouse. He looked up at Bill with a sheepish smile on his face but no embarrassment in his eyes. “You spent hours telling me about spreadsheets when you could have told me about this?”

                With a rough idea of what his mate was looking at, Bill came around the desk. He stood behind Remus, who had just discovered the internet.

                Upon the screen was a handsome bloke, bound to a chair with leather straps. His one hand was free, holding an impossibly large, hard cock. Remus used the arrow keys on the right-hand side of the browser to scroll down. In the next photo, another man appeared behind the first, wearing leather chaps and holding a whip. The first man’s hand had changed position, hand wrapped around the cock now. And in the third picture, as the whip struck his back, the man’s face was frozen with his eyes closed and mouth open, cum spurting out of his cock. Remus looked from the screen, over his shoulder at Bill. “This internet invention is the best.”

                Bill nodded. “You can find anything on it.”

                “At first, I thought it was a tool for finding out information about this and that. I did some searches for prices of books. Then… then I realized…”

                “The internet is for porn,” said Bill, smiling. Fatigue was forgotten. He put his hands upon Remus’ shoulders, massaging. “And not just the nice vanilla stuff we see in the mags. Here, let me…” Bill’s hand slid from shoulder, down Remus’ arm. His hand moved over Remus’ directing the mouse about. A few moments later, almost list magic, there was a video on the screen. Two men were kissing, groping. They were naked, and their bodies were exquisite. As the men lay there on the bed, kissing, the camera zoomed out and a third man came into view, joining in. “How’s that for starters, hmm?”

                “Good,” Remus agreed. Bill’s hand directed his once again, as the images stilled on the screen. He clicked on another video stream, then immediately dropped his hand down. Down into Remus’ shorts, wrapping around Remus’ cock, pulling frantically.

                On the computer, the three men were joined by two more. There were cocks everywhere now, some sliding into arses, some into mouths. It was a beautiful blur of bodies- gyrating hips, stifled moans, skin, muscles, sweat and cum. And all the while Remus leaned back, taking it in as Bill rubbed him.

                Bill switched hands as the second video concluded with a fantastic money shot. He continued stroking as he scrolled down to a third video piece. This time, Remus barely got a chance to focus on what was going on. What he did see was a man in a studded collar sucking cock as though his life depended on it. Bill grazed Remus’ ear with his mouth, kissing then whispering, “Do you want me down on my knees under the desk like that?” Remus whimpered and Bill, tired as he was, Apparated there. “Do you know the best part of this?” Bill asked, tugging Remus’ trousers and shorts down, then running his tongue the length of Remus’ cock. “With the internet, you can get it any time you like. It’s always right there, ready just for you.” He swirled his tongue around the tip of Remus’ cock, then wrapped his whole mouth around.

                Remus watched the screen for a few more seconds, then looked down. He met Bill’s eyes, grinned, and came.