Bored of cleaning
all day, Sirius headed up the stairs to Remus’ bedroom. So far as he knew,
Remus hadn’t left for the night yet and Sirius hoped to persuade him to stay. Remus
wasn’t in the bedroom when he reached it, but heard the shower running in the
connecting bathroom.
Sirius
found the air inside thick with steam. It covered the mirror and made the walls
damp to the touch. The shower curtain was pulled closed and Remus was inside, singing
to himself. He did not have the wizarding world’s best singing voice; in fact,
Sirius winced as he listened. He saw a pile of clothes sitting atop the closed
lid of the toilet, and from the look of them, Remus most certainly planned to
go out to the club again tonight. Sitting on top of the pile was a small,
folded beige square. Sirius didn’t know all of the colors by heart, but he knew
this one. Moreover, he knew what Remus wanted.
Silently
and quickly, he shed his clothes and slipped into the shower. Startled, Remus
jumped when he saw Sirius. Sirius reached out and held onto him to keep him
from slipping. “This is a pleasant surprise,” said Remus, stepping directly
beneath the spray to wash the rest of the soap off. He narrowed his eyes at
Sirius. “What is it you want?”
Sirius
chuckled lightly, knowing that he wasn’t fooling Remus for a second. “I was
feeling dirty,” he confessed. He rested his hands on Remus’ hips and moved his
fingers back and forth ever so slightly.
Remus
smiled slowly but widely, then blew air out of his mouth to force out water
that was running down his face. There was no mistaking that other parts of him
were equally amused and pleased to have Sirius there. “How dirty?” asked Remus,
studying Sirius pale but clean body. The only thing that stood out to him was
the part that was, well, standing.
“Very dirty,” Sirius replied. He sank to
his knees. They slid slightly on the bottom of the ceramic tub, but he kept his
balance. Sirius tapped his fingertips gently against Remus’ cock. He gripped
the shaft with one hand and cupped Remus’ balls with his other. Then, hungrily,
he took Remus’ cock in his mouth. Remus gasped in pleasure, but Sirius got the
distinct impression that Remus’ cock had received quite a lot of attention
during the last few days.
So Sirius
grinned and gave a last suck. Then he grabbed Remus’ waist again and turned him
around. He touched his tongue to a smooth, slick arsecheek, making Remus gasp
again. “Sirius!” Remus hissed, placing both palms flat against the lime green
tiled wall. Water rolled down Remus’ pale and scarred skin.
“You’ve
washed, haven’t you?” Sirius asked, his tongue teasing Remus’ arse by playfully
licking here and there, spelling out sexual words that Remus wasn’t paying
attention to. Remus grunted affirmatively. “Well, then, let me enjoy myself.” Straining,
he reached up and pulled one of Remus’ hands. He directed it to the man’s cock.
“And you should enjoy it as well.”
Without
wasting further time, Sirius grasped Remus’ cheeks and ran his tongue from base
to top, in-between. Remus gasped and clenched, but he also wrapped his hand
around his cock and began stroking. Knowing how it drove Remus wild, Sirius
repeated the action, his tongue sliding with ease as the water from the shower
sprayed down upon them both.
Sirius
varied the way he licked. He started with long and deep strokes with his tongue
loose and flat against Remus’ crack. Then he changed to short, quick licks with
the tip of his tongue. He penetrated Remus with his tongue, stabbing and
swirling. And then he went back to licking. Reaching between Remus’ legs, he
cupped Remus’ balls for him, squeezing ever so slightly.
Remus moaned
deeply, pumping his own cock vigorously. It took only a few more moments of
Sirius sticking his tongue inside and then licking in long strokes. Remus shot,
covering the wall in front of him and groaning gutturally. He slumped forward
when finished, to catch his breath. Then he stepped back and threw back his
head, letting the water from the showerhead splash down against his face. It washed
his cock and hands clean. “How did you know that was exactly what I needed
tonight?” asked Remus, looking down at his lover.
“I know
you, Remus,” he said seductively. “And I’ve a good sense of color.” Sirius
stood and took Remus in his arms warmly, sharing the water with him. “So then,
thinking twice about going off to that club so often when you could get an all right
time right here?”
“Merlin,
yes,” Remus agreed. “But that was much better than just all right. That was
spectacular, Sirius. The wetness… the touches… the dirtiness.” He kissed
Sirius’ lips briefly, then placed a stronger one on the dark-haired man’s
forehead.
“Better
than a stranger?”
Remus
nodded. “Better. Because it’s you. And I think I’ve been persuaded to stay at
home for a while.”
Sirius
grinned. “You are getting all mushy,” Sirius observed.
“Blame the
shower,” Remus replied as the water rushed down upon them. He sighed deeply.
“And the spectacular orgasm.”
Pleased, Sirius
reached past Remus and shut off the water. He grabbed a towel from the rod on
the wall just outside. He wrapped it around Remus’ shoulders and hugged him
tightly. Though Sirius asked, a laughing Remus would not explain what he found
so funny about the situation. But he snuggled into Sirius in appreciation all
the same.