Remus
tiptoed down the hallway, determined not to make a sound. He paused at the door
to Sirius’ mother’s bedroom. There was silence inside, but he knew that only
meant Sirius and Buckbeak sitting there together.
Remus left them to it and continued out of the house. It wasn’t that Sirius
minded when he left to go out… it was just that he felt guilty leaving to have
fun when Sirius could not. It was better for both of them if he just slipped
away without Sirius knowing.
Remus most
definitely needed to get out tonight. The air inside Number 12 was stale,
stifling. The rooms were old, dirty, infested- not just with magic but with
memories. He needed to breathe, to move, to feel. He needed something he just
couldn’t get inside from a depressed Sirius. And possibly something he couldn’t
get from a perfectly normal one.
There was
only one place he could go for that. In a blink of the eye, he had apparated into the club. At once, he was overwhelmed with
the deafening beat of music he didn’t try to recognize. The dance floor was
dark and full of handsome, sweating, dancing men, each with a handkerchief
sticking out of his back pocket.
Tonight’s
Remus was mustard-colored and tucked in on the right side. He scanned everyone
there, looking for color match. There must have been thirty colors out there,
probably many more.
But before
he found a mustard one, one found him. Strong arms wrapped around him from
behind and moist lips pressed to the back of his neck. Kisses worked their way
from neck to cheek, but Remus hardly noticed as the feeling of the man’s enormous
erection pressed against his arse through two layers of jeans. “You looking for
someone special tonight?”
Remus
turned in his arms, gazing into deep brown eyes upon a strikingly handsome
face. Boldly, he reached down and cupped the man’s crotch. “Not any more, I’m
not.” All his years, and his condition, made him a bit self conscious, though.
He wavered. “That is… if…”
Then man
pulled him closer and kissed him hard. He tasted sweet and smelled smoky.
Nothing at all like Sirius. And that made Remus kiss him back just as hard. As
they snogged like randy schoolgirls, Remus slipped
his hand down the man’s pants. The man felt just as large in the flesh, so to
speak, and Remus let himself happily imagine what he must look like. Growing
hard, Remus pressed his crotch into the man’s thigh and sighed through the
kiss.
“Back
room,” the man muttered, tossing his head back in a gesture, his short brown
hair staying perfectly in place as he moved.
Remus
agreed at once, and they sought out the privacy of one of the club’s many
backrooms. It was even darker there, but there was enough light for Remus to
see the man in all his glory and not feel remotely disappointed. He was easily
longer than the eight inches a mustard handkerchief guaranteed. “Oh Merlin yes…”
He sighed at the sight. At Remus’ approval, the man cast a protection spell on
his cock in order to play safely. Then he ran his hand up and down the long
shaft to demonstrate the spell was working but would not interfere. Watching
transfixed, Remus’ hand unconsciously began to unbutton his jeans.
The
well-endowed man’s hands overtook his, pulling open the buttons and yanking the
jeans down to the middle of Remus’ thighs. Then he spun Remus back around and
shoved him into a bare spot of wall. The wall smelt terrible, a combination of
spunk and Lysol, but it was all ignored once the man forced his way into him.
Remus
gasped and clawed uselessly at the wall with one hand. The other gripped his
own hard cock and pumped it desperately. The man felt incredibly inside. So
long, so hard, so full. The hands
holding him against the wall were so strong. The lips tickling the back of his
neck again so sensually. It was so absolutely what he’d been longing for that
he didn’t want it to stop.
But the man
came with a fierce grunt not long after. And Remus, filled with warmth, hurried
himself along with quick strokes and needy moans. When the man’s orgasm had
passed, he kindly stayed inside, waiting for Remus to finish. A hand reached up
Remus’ shirt, fondling a nipple, then slid down and cupped Remus’ balls. That
was what finally did it, making Remus shout and buck forward, smashing himself
into the wall and still feeling the power behind and inside him.
When it
passed, he found himself yet again in the man’s arms. His jeans were buttoned
up and another kiss was placed on his lips. Remus returned it briefly, then
sighed when he’d been left alone, or as alone as it was possible to be with
twenty blokes on either side fucking each other.
Having been
satisfied for the night, he stuffed his handkerchief all the way into his
pocket and headed to the bar for a drink before he apparated
back home.