Remus
tip-toed slowly across the pitch black room. His toes hurt from the strain but
only because his whole body was fatigued as well. Standing in the corner of the
room, Remus shed his clothing, one article at a time, dropping them all in the
hamper except for a sock which somehow got lost in the darkness and probably
hid between the laundry hamper and wall and could only be seen by the light of
day. Unable and unwilling to track down his pajamas in the darkness, Remus
pulled on a clean pair of boxers and then headed to the bed.
Hovering
over the bed, his eyes had adjusted to the darkness enough to make out Sirius
lying on his right side in bed. Remus reached a hand down and took hold of the
end of the blanket. Slowly and gently, he lifted it and pulled it down just
enough to let him get beneath. The bed sagged under his weight as he just as
slowly and gently climbed in. He paused while half-kneeling, half-sitting, then
went again and stretched out on his right side. He pulled the blanket back up
again and smiled. It had not been the most graceful or fastest attempt at
getting into bed, but it had been quiet.
He snuggled
into his pillow and covers and sighed silently as he listened to the slow, deep
breathing of Sirius lying behind him. Then, all of a sudden, “You’re home late.”
It was a playful, curious tone if any, and not the least bit accusatory.
Remus
sighed and rolled onto his left side. “I’m sorry. I tried my best not to wake
you.” He leaned forward and kissed Sirius lovingly. “Go back to sleep.”
“Wasn’t
really asleep,” Sirius confessed, though a fierce yawn betrayed him somewhat. “Did
you have a good night back at the club?”
Remus shook
his head. “I was on patrol tonight for the Order.” Sirius remembered that. “And
afterwards I did not go to the club. Truth is, I didn’t need to.”
Sirius
rubbed at his eyes, then propped his head up on a bent elbow. “Is that right?”
he asked curiously. “Tell me about it?”
“Tell you?”
Remus inquired.
Sirius
nodded. “I want to hear about tonight’s perversions. Is there a color for it?
Who was it with? And what was it like? Tell me all about it. Please? I want to
be a part of it.”
It was then
that Remus noticed Sirius was not only completely naked but also casually
stroking his half-hard cock as he spoke with Remus. Remus raised an eyebrow. He
wasn’t usually much for shag-and-tell but tonight he was practically bursting
to tell what he’d done so he seized the opportunity.
But first
he stretched and sat back against the headboard and pillows. If Sirius was
going to touch himself to Remus’ story, Remus wanted to be sure to get a good
view of it.
*
“Yesterday
Sturgis and I saw some activity ‘round the south side. A few suspicious
characters loitering outside a dark arts shop.” Kingsley Shacklebolt’s voice
was deep and gentle. It was nearly drowned out as a rush of wind struck us.
I’m not
much for small talk while on patrol. I’m not overly fond of that particular
duty in the first place and with the wind as it was tonight I was doing all I
could to just concentrate on staying on my broomstick and doing my job. “Aren’t
most people who frequent those shops rather suspicious-looking?”
Kingsley
chuckled. “You’re right about that.” He gave his pocket watch a glance, flying
with ease and skill as he took a hand off his broomstick to retrieve his watch.
“Five minutes to midnight. What do you
say we call it a night, Remus?”
Of course I
agreed wholeheartedly with a great amount of relief. Though it was just the
beginning of summer, the night had a chill in it thanks to a strong wind that
threatened with every gust to push my off my broomstick and send me tumbling the
hundreds of feet to the ground. I was also still rather tired from my
transformations and looked longingly upon the idea of returning home and
crawling into bed now that our shift was over. “Looks like it was a quiet night after all,” I
said, though it was bittersweet. Not spotting anything while on patrol made us
feel just as comforted as uneasy. Just because we didn’t see any Death Eater
activity didn’t mean they weren’t doing something somewhere.
Kingsley and
I made a wide turn on our brooms and headed back in the direction of central London.
We were heading straight into the wind, and I swear I heard something above us.
Something like thunder, and I looked up to inspect the clouds or search for
lightning. Much as I dislike flying, flying during a thunderstorm is where I draw
the line. And it was best to know the moment it looked like a storm was going
to hit. There was good and bad to my move, however.
The good
side was that I discovered there was no approaching storm and it hadn’t been
thunder I heard. The bad side was that, in looking, I was thrown off balance
and lost control of the broomstick to the wind. It bucked uncontrollably
between my legs and swerved about in various directions, jerking me this way
and that. I gripped the handle tightly as best I could with sweaty palms and tried
to flatten myself against the broomstick. But I wasn’t thinking about how to
regain control, as the fear set in. All I could think about was that I was
about to die. I spun around on the broomstick and my stomach leapt into my
throat, making me nauseous. I clenched the handle tightly between my thighs and
tried to keep myself from shaking with fear so badly I lost my grip. But the
spinning made me terribly dizzy and disoriented. I closed my eyes tightly, just
hoping it was over soon. How long could it take to plummet to the ground,
really?
“I’ve got
you,” came Kingsley’s voice, just as deep as ever but slightly more urgent when
it was usually slow and soothing. The auror reached out and took hold of the
end of my broomstick to direct it back into place. With his broom positioned
just beside and beneath, my broom had nowhere to go. It calmed, then submitted
to our control once again.
But I was
worse for the wear and badly shaken now. I could not conceive of continuing to
fly on my own. It wouldn’t be safe to apparate from midair like that, but we
were not near any place where we could safely land and not be spotted by
muggles.
“Here.
Swing a leg over,” Kingsley said. His voice was back to being low, smooth, and
slow. He wrapped his arm around my middle and pulled the brooms against each
other until I was behind him and we were riding both brooms at the same time. Mine
seemed to be behaving itself now, but I still felt shaken.
Needing
some stability, I leaned against Kingsley’s back and wrapped my arms around his
middle. He patted my hand which rested on his stomach and chuckled. “You’re
always going on about how much you hate flying. I expected you to go completely
mental just then.”
“I thought
I would, too,” I confessed. “But I knew I just had to hold on and sooner or
later it would either stop or I’d be dead.” I hugged him more tightly and
closed my eyes again. “Thank you for making it stop.” And for saving my life,
and for helping me get home after all that.
Kingsley
stiffened in front of me, in more ways than one I expect, and tilted his head. I
could only see the back of it, but I could guess his expression by the tone of
his voice. “Fancy thanking me properly?”
I did of
course, but I would certainly have preferred to do so while on solid ground.
That fuck in midair in the bedroom had been more than enough for me. My
hesitation made Kingsley rethink his advance, however.
“Of course
I don’t know what you and… have arranged and if I’m not your type…” he trailed
off.
I pressed my
lips to the back of his neck. We never spoke Sirius’ name out loud if it could
be avoided for fear of being overheard, but Kingsley knew of my relationship. “I
don’t think he would object to me thanking you. It is just that…”
His head
bobbed up and down in a nod. “Best way to get over a scare is to get right back
on the broomstick, Remus.”
Considering
I hadn’t actually fallen off, I wasn’t sure that saying applied. But he did
have a point. So I gulped and concentrated on him and him alone. Not the
distance I might fall or the possibility of the broom going all wonky again. With
Kingsley up front to block the wind, that part wasn’t quite so bad, either. If
I closed my eyes, I could almost forget where I was. A few strokes to my cock
helped considerably with that.
Kingsley,
on the other hand, seemed excited in part simply because we were up in the air. He seemed at home up there, a
sensation I was sure I would never experience. So I focused on a sensation I
was much more familiar with. I pulled back my robes and lifted his in the back,
thanks to a few hard tugs and Kingsley lifting his arse for a split second to
allow me to slip the robes out from beneath.
My hands
were still shaking a little, but I managed a lubrication and protection spell.
Then I scooted up right behind him and wrapped my arms around him again. He
sighed deeply as I slipped inside. It was a lovely sound- even deeper than
usual and far more guttural. It was then that I was glad to be going through
with it, and made up my mind to enjoy myself, though I also hoped it would be
quick.
I squeezed my
thighs against the two broomsticks to keep myself on them as I attempted to
thrust my pelvis and push more deeply into him. My arse slid slightly against
the wood, and I could feel the base of the bristles against my arsehole. They
rubbed against each other, causing a slight and rather interesting pain, not
unlike the feeling of my balls resting upon the slightly vibrating broomsticks.
I almost liked it. And, coupled with the wind rushing around my nether regions
now that my robes were pulled up, I was almost enjoying it. Almost.
That all
changed when I gave another thrust in. Kingsley felt tight and I felt secure
within him and secure now that I was in control. I smiled and lifted my head kissing
the back of his smooth, bald head. I kissed the back of his ear, then tugged at
his gold earring with my teeth. But most importantly, I continued to thrust
into him. After such intense feelings of fear, the pleasure felt infinitely
better than I could have imagined.
The way
Kingsley was groaning, I could tell he loved the rush of it all, the danger and
the risk. I wouldn’t have expected less from an auror so used to staring down
danger. The ability to laugh or, in this case fuck, in its face was to be commended.
It did not
take us long to finish. We both came roughly a block and a half from Number 12,
with my yell of pleasure muffled into his shoulder. His, I think, was lost in
the roar of the wind.
*
“Sirius?”
There was
no verbal answer, simply the sound of skin against skin as Sirius’ hand pounded
his prick. He took one look into Remus’ eyes, then found himself stiffening and
shooting. He was silent, gritting his teeth and exhaling heavily into the
pillow.
When done,
Remus cleaned him off and kissed him. Then he grinned. “If I had known you
liked stories of me shagging other blokes so much, I would have told them to
you long before now.”
Sirius’
expression clearly indicated they should not make a habit out of this. Then he
chuckled. “And if I had known all it took for you to get comfortable on a
broomstick was a good shag, I would have tried that long ago.”
Remus’
expression mirrored the one Sirius had worn a moment ago and he ended the
silliness with a kiss.
Then he
settled down with Sirius to get to sleep, glad to have Sirius to snuggle up to
in bed after such a night. But his mind kept returning to the sight of Sirius’
body reacting to his words, to the idea of sex on broomsticks. He was a bit
curious, though, about whether Sirius had imagined himself as being Remus or as
Kingsley as he listened.