It wasn’t
that his arse was sore… and even if it was, he wouldn’t admit to it. But today
he needed a bit of a break from the usual, assuming the word usual could be
applied to his sexual exploits at all.
Remus’ day
had been long and stressful, and he was now looking forward to a night just for
himself during which he could unwind. His day had started with his turn at
making breakfast for the house. With the Weasleys and Hermione practically
living there now, and with other Order of the Phoenix members popping in so
frequently before and after shifts, they’d set up a meal schedule just to be
sure food was not overlooked. Then came a morning of exterminating. He had
utilized his skills in defense against the dark arts far more than he would
have liked after running into a boggart, a small nest of doxies, and some
creatures with eyes that he couldn’t quite identify as they were living in a
pile of dust several inches deep that had to be cleared away anyway. Not
exactly on the best relationship with dust, Remus had left that last bit to
Sirius and the Weasley children. He had taken a quick lunch in The Leaky
Cauldron, keeping his ears open for suspicious conversation. Then he had
collected some magical supplies and headed to the Ministry of Magic for a shift
watching the door from beneath the invisibility cloak.
His time
alone and invisible had given him a chance to reflect, and by the time Dung
came to relieve him he was more than ready to stop thinking and just go get
lost in a sea of sexual indiscretions.
Remus dug a
white handkerchief out of the top drawer and tucked it under his arm along with
the pair of jeans and fresh pair of socks he intended to change into once he
decided on a shirt. But as he stood, naked, in front of his closet he couldn’t
decide on what to wear. Not because he had an abysmal selection of shirts but
because he suddenly didn’t feel much like going out.
Instead, he
set down his clothes but took the handkerchief. He opened the door to his
bedroom briefly in order to tie it round the doorknob, then he closed and locked
the door. Everyone had gone to bed already except for the adults, and they would
know what that signal meant, but he still locked the door just in case. He
absolutely did not want to be disturbed in this.
Remus went
to his bed and squatted down to dig out his stack of magazines from beneath the
bed. He placed the stack in his lap as he sorted through, selecting his
favorites or the ones that jumped out at him tonight. Then he jumped up onto
the bed, filled with excitement and anticipation. Beneath the white sheet, he
stretched his legs out, enjoying the coolness against his bare skin. But the
sheets warmed to his body within seconds and he picked up one of the magazines.
This was
one of his favorites. Full of photos of wizards in muggle outfits and
accompanying articles about what those muggle occupations were all about. Being
half-blood, he didn’t need to read the articles, but it wasn’t as though anyone
ever read articles in these types of magazines anyway.
Remus
turned first to a picture of several business men, one all bound up with
neckties but otherwise naked, and the other taking his cock out his trousers
which were part of a very rumpled suit. Then he turned to one of a military
man, wearing olive and brown camouflage and with his hand down his pants as he
played with himself. Remus loved the expression on the man’s face; the man did
not only look as though he was filled with pleasure but also looked scared he
might be disturbed. He kept moaning silently, then looking about to see if
anyone was watching. But when his eyes fell upon Remus’ he did not seem to mind
and moaned again. Remus studied his muscles, the way his olive-colored shirt
was slightly too tight for him, that soft buzz cut Remus could almost feel
brushing his cheek.
With a happy
sigh, Remus looked down to see how aroused he was. He stuck up hard beneath the
sheet and the sheet fell like a tent around his cock. He wanted desperately to
touch himself, and his cock wanted nothing more as well. But, instead, he
turned his attention back to the magazine. There was a man in a football
uniform, who was stretched out on his side the grass in front of a huge net
with a ball covering his crotch from view. His hand rolled the ball around,
teasing Remus with what might be behind it. Remus turned the page to see two
guys shagging on the hood of a bright red sports car. Another turn of the page brought
a fireman with a hose in one hand and a cock in the other. And yet another page
showed three men fucking each other on top of a desk around a computer which
was displaying a lovely porn site. Then came a man with a video camera who was
circling two men sucking each other’s dicks. And, finally, one of his favorites
which was a man dressed as a law enforcement officer patting down a half-naked
man and running his night stick along the length of the man’s leg.
Remus
rolled onto his side and set the magazine aside in favor of another. As he
picked it up, he could no longer resist the urge to touch himself. He very much
liked reading his magazines to turn himself on and trying to hold off
stimulating himself with touch for as long as possible, because the sensations
he felt when he finally did touch himself were much more intense.
His fingers
stroked his cock through the sheet, which made his body surge with pleasure.
Then he began to pull himself off, with the sheet still there to prevent
chafing. Somehow his cock felt even more sensitive through the sheet like this,
as did his nipples. He flicked at his nipples, then slid his hand back down to
stroke some more.
This next
magazine had nothing to do with muggles and everything to do about dominance
and submission. Pictures upon pictures of men being bound, whipped, fucked,
made to service their masters. Page upon page of men with lovely cocks and
exquisite bodies to match. Remus paused on his favorites as he worked his way
through the magazine and as it worked its magic on him.
There was a
distinct difference between going to the club and flipping through his
magazines, apart from just being more familiar with the sights in the latter. At
the club there was a wide range of men to choose from. But here there was an
infinite amount and no worry of rejection or disappointment. They were all
there just to please him. And he could have any one of them he wanted at any
given moment.
Similarly,
he could touch anywhere he wanted to be touched at any second. He did not need
to convey his desires to anyone else or worry about someone else being
satisfied as well. He could just enjoy the raw sensations and touch himself as
the desire struck him.
Right now, he
felt compelled to shove down the sheet and wrap one hand around his cock. He
charmed the magazine to flip its pages without his assistance. Then he gripped
his balls gently with his other hand and pumped his cock.
The images
in the magazine flipping around for him were starting to blur to Remus’ eyes.
He saw flesh, curves, muscles, cocks. He saw expressions of men who were in
just as much pleasure as he. He began stroking himself faster, his hips bucking
in the direction of the magazines. They were all there for him, just for him.
And he was there just for himself. The world around him and everyone in it
disappeared completely. All that existed now was his body and the magazines.
He didn’t want
it to end, but the way he touched himself exactly as needed was too good to
resist. His only energy put towards restraint was in directing his semen away
from the magazines when he reached orgasm. His whole body shook then tensed up
and he cried out unrestrainedly but muffled it into the pillows.
The orgasm
was long, hard, fulfilling. It seized hold of every bit of him and emptied him
out completely. It took him a few minutes to work up the energy to move when it
was all over, though he was grinning madly. It was the best he’d felt in a long
while. Things were always a little better when he did them himself, though
there was little surprise this time as wanking always let him feel exactly how
he wanted.
Remus sat up
and cleaned himself off and pulled on a fresh pair of shorts. Then he went to
retrieve the hankie from the doorknob. As he opened the door, he noticed Sirius
opening the door to his own bedroom across the hallway. Sirius looked unusually
shy and uncertain for a moment as he met Remus’ gaze. Then Remus waved him over
and he darted across the hallway. “I did not want to disturb you, obviously,
but I was sort of hoping…” Sirius trailed off as they settled into bed
together.
With a kiss
and an arm around Sirius’ shoulder, he hugged Sirius close and reached down to
touch Sirius’ cock through the bed sheet.