Remus
spotted the man at twenty-five paces, walking down the street towards the club.
As the place was always so busy inside, there was an alleyway just around the
side that most wizards used for apparating in. Remus picked up his pace a
little. As their staggered shifts in the Order were usually at different times,
Remus hadn’t seen the man for a while and was eager to say a hello even if that
was all it amounted to. “Sturgis!” he called once he was close enough, not
wanting to lose sight of him.
Sturgis
turned stiffly and cocked his head. Then he slowly smiled. “Remus, Mate. It’s
been weeks. How are you?” Remus had stopped in his tracks but Sturgis hurriedly
walked over to greet him with a handshake and simultaneous clap on the back.
“I am all
right,” Remus replied, feeling obligated to answer the question. “And
yourself?”
With a
shrug, “Cannot complain, really.” Almost unconsciously, he reached down and
readjusted himself inside his loose-fitting jeans.
Remus’ eyes
were drawn downwards, and he smiled knowingly. “Looks like you have a bit of a
reason to do so.”
Sturgis ran
a hand through his hair, chuckling. “You’re right. I’m here to get a little
help in that department.”
“From what
I recall, Sturgis, you never had much trouble recruiting help.”
*
It was the
dream that had woken him in the middle of the night, but he couldn’t remember
much about it. Something having to do with the moon laughing as he tried to win
at solitaire though he knew he wasn’t playing with a full deck. He hadn’t woken
up in a panic, hadn’t felt tormented by it. He was simply awake after an
intense dream he could barely remember.
The problem
was, now Remus couldn’t fall back to sleep. He tossed and turned, stretching
out beneath his covers and curling up as well. He tried getting up and sitting
by the window to watch the stars. But that only made him think about the
astronomy assignment due in two days’ time and how he still needed to write
three more inches on the varying degrees of brightness of the majors stars
within well-known constellations. He tried drinking some water from the pitcher
on the windowsill to calm himself, but that only made him worry that the moment
he went back to bed he’d just have to get back up to use the loo. Better safe
than sorry, he slipped on his slippers and walked to the bathroom, the slippers
tapping softly on the cold stone floor.
Remus was
not one foot inside the bathroom when he heard the sound. Surely he recognized
it, but he still felt curious and confused and walked in further, closing the
door behind him. It was then that he turned to the line of toilet stalls which
faced the string of sinks and mirrors. The bathroom was, as always,
exceptionally lit even for two in the morning. He could see quite clearly the
two seventh year Gryffindors he had caught in mid-fuck.
Not only
could he see them, but he could not look away. The one standing was named
Irwin, and he was naked and wet, as though he’d just stepped out of the showers
in the other section of the bathroom. His dark brown hair was straight and hung
down, dripping and brushing his shoulders as it swayed back and forth slightly
even though the man stood motionless. His cock was right up the other boy’s
arse. That boy was Sturgis, the handsome, suave Head Boy. Strangely, he looked
just as handsome bent over a sink with his robes pulled up and bunched around his
middle.
All Remus
could do was stare. Unblinkingly. He supposed he really should excuse himself and
leave at once. But his voice was gone and his feet refused to move.
“What’s the
matter?” asked Irwin sharply. “Haven’t you e’er seen two blokes shaggin’?”
“N-not
exactly,” Remus stammered. Unless you counted the gay porn magazines beneath
his bed with the magical moving photographs or unless counted that one time
last term in the prefect bathroom where he’d caught a glimpse of himself
fucking Malony amidst the bath suds, then no, he hadn’t actually seen two men shagging in person. Certainly
not two so attractive and aggressive and sexy and how in the world was Sturgis Podmore a bottom? “I-I
just came in to use the toilet,” he explained.
“Well, then,”
Irwin snapped. “Get on with it and leave us be, aye?”
“Irr,” said
Sturgis, straightening up a little. “Don’t be so cruel. It isn’t Remus’ fault
we forgot to lock the door.” One hand gripping the far side of the sink basin,
the other hugging the loose parts of his robe to his chest, he nodded towards
the stalls.
Remus
paused uncertainly, then shook his head. “I… don’t have to go any more,” he
admitted. Honest to Merlin, the scene before him had driven everything else out
of his mind, and his hard erection tenting beneath his maroon pajama bottoms
had overpowered any other urges in that area.
While Irwin
seemed more concerned with getting on with it, Sturgis cocked his head and spoke
kindly still. “Would you like to service me, Remus?”
Remus had
to work hard not to nod stupidly with his jaw hanging open. While Irwin’s cock,
or what Remus could see of it, looked good, Sturgis was quite a specimen. It
was impossible to resist such an offer. So, taking care, he replied with a
firm, convincing. “Absolutely.”
A few
seconds later, Remus found himself crouching then kneeling beneath the sink. He
slid his hand down his pajama bottoms and licked his lips. “What if someone
else comes in?” he asked, running his tongue along the length of Sturgis’ cock.
“Suppose
they’d just have to join in, too,” Irwin said, sounding a bit more amused now. “Though
I’m glad you’re the one who interrupted us when you did.”
Feeling welcome
now, Remus kissed the tip of Sturgis’ cock. Then, gently, he held the shaft
with one hand and took the gorgeous, full cock in his mouth. He had tasted men
before, but Sturgis was delicious. Eagerly, he sucked and worked his tongue
over the large, smooth head.
Sturgis
groaned with pleasure and threw his head back with a grin. Irwin took that to
mean he should continue. He had been cupping his balls and stroking his shaft a
little to keep himself hard, but now he was more than glad to be resuming his
pumping. Remus could feel the power behind Irwin’s thrusts, as each jerked
Sturgis forward and further into Remus’ mouth. Remus hardly had to try, and
could just relax and enjoy the sensation. Licking, slurping, sucking and,
eventually, swallowing.
Remus
wasn’t sure who came first. He knew the others had moaned at roughly the same
time, and he knew he hadn’t started until he began swallowing.
*
“I couldn’t
believe two Gryffindors two years ahead of me wanted me to join them,” Remus
said, trying not to sound too mushy. “Couldn’t believe you had such a fine
cock. Couldn’t believe you, Sturgis Podmore with your rugged good looks and
tough exterior preferred to be on the bottom.” Remus grinned.
Sturgis
laughed. “Well, I couldn’t believe that a skinny, tired fifteen year old could
give me the best bloody blowjob of my life.”
“Really?”
asked Remus, wishing he’d played that more modestly. To cover himself, he
pulled a light blue handkerchief out of Sturgis’ back pocket and raised his
eyebrows in the knowledge that it matched his own.
“And that
is saying a lot given that I am here tonight specifically for a little oral
gratification.”
Remus moved
closer. “Would you like to see what sort of a job an almost as skinny and tired
middle-aged me could do?”
“Actually,
I was hoping I might be able to repay the favor,” said Sturgis.
Remus could
only imagine how good a job the square-jawed wizard would do. “Hmm… both of us
wanting to give… seems there’s only one thing to do.”
Sturgis
wore an exaggeratedly displeased expression. “This alley’s a bit dirty for a
sixty-nine, don’t you think?”
Laughing,
“I was going to say taking turns.” He reached up and cupped the man’s cheek,
taking the initiative by kissing him strongly. Remus’ mouth hovered above
Sturgis’ top lip, his own nose pressed to the side of the man’s. His words were
hot and wet. “And you’re going first.” He gripped Sturgis’ shoulders and forced
him down on his knees as Remus leaned back against the brick wall.
Not ten
feet away, a wizard apparated into the alley and headed towards the club.
Briefly, Remus thought about inviting him in for old time’s sake. But lips slid
over the head of his cock and then a wet mouth encased it. He reached down and
dug both hands deep into the mass of thick, straw-colored hair. Remus sighed
deeply with relief as Sturgis’ head bobbed back and forth. It did not take long
for Remus to come, gritting his teeth and groaning gutturally but softly.