Disclaimer: I am not JKR, and I’m pretty sure she wouldn’t
approve. But I don’t make a cent and my overactive muses are completely to
blame
Remus felt
Sirius’ erection press harder into his bare thigh and bit his lip to contain
his urge to start humping Sirius’ thigh. Then the light sound of snoring
drifted over to them, and a smile spread on Remus’ face. “Sounds
like they’re finally asleep.”
“Best make
certain before we start anything,” Sirius said, showing an uncharacteristic
amount of restraint, especially considering the two were already naked together
under the covers. He tore himself away from Remus, parting with an eager smile
and a kiss of course, and climbed off the bed. He tiptoed past the desk separating
the two beds, and peered between the curtains.
Equally
eager, Remus crawled across the bed and sat on the edge, watching for the
verdict. He didn’t exactly trust himself to look in on the couple himself,
though. Given the discarded clothes about the place, they were probably naked.
And it wasn’t that Remus didn’t want to see James naked. It was quite the
contrary, in fact.
Then Sirius
backed away, grinning like a madman and nodding to signal to Remus they were
safe. “Everyone’s asleep but us,” he whispered. On his walk back, however, he
slid and nearly tripped as his foot came down on Lily’s skirt by mistake. His
hand swooped down to retrieve it before it could do any more damage. “Would
have been all over if I’d fallen,” Sirius said, sitting down on the edge of the
bed beside Remus and setting the skirt down on his lap.
At once he
knew that was a mistake and picked it up again, pulling a face. “Urgh! How do birds wear these
things?” He held it up in front of his face, eyeing the innocent grey, pleated
skirt. “And I thought ties were uncomfortable. But these are itchy!”
Remus
reached over and fingered the material. “Thick wool,” he said.
Sirius made
another noise to express his displeasure. “Think of it, Mate. Thick wool down there? It’d make you sweaty all the time. I
can’t believe they’d put up with this. Don’t their arses
and pussies itch?”
“Sirius!” Remus hit him in the arm. “Don’t be crude.”
Sirius
chuckled. “You only think I’m crude when I say the names of women body parts.
You never tell me to shut my mouth when I’m talking about balls and hard cocks
and cumming in your mouth.”
Remus
blushed and smiled sheepishly in agreement. “Nonetheless, I’m sure skirts
aren’t so bad. Besides, girls are supposed to wear panties under their skirts.
I expect that keeps it from itching so much.”
Passing the
skirt over to Remus, Sirius jumped back down off the bed. He waded around in
the mess of clothes on the floor surrounding James’ four poster bed. Then
gathered them all up in his arms and deposited them on top of his covers. After
rooting through them for a full minute, he shook his head. “Doesn’t
look like Lily wears knickers. At least, she didn’t tonight.”
Remus
shrugged. “I still don’t think it’s as bad as you suppose. If it were that
uncomfortable, why would they agree to wear skirts?”
“That’s the
dress code, isn’t it? Maybe they don’t have a choice,” said Sirius, eyes fixed
on the pile of clothes as though it could give him an answer. “Always wondered
why they squirm in their seats sometimes.”
Guessing
that he knew precisely why the girls squirmed which had nothing to do with
their skirts, but not wanting Sirius to be crude again, Remus just shrugged. He
was about ready to clear off the bed and suggest they get to what they’d been wanting to do all evening, when Sirius suddenly sat up
straight with a gasp.
Remus knew
the look in Sirius’ eyes all too well. It was that same look he got when
thinking up a really good prank. Or when discovering the
answer to something that was bugging him. Or when he
stumbled on a perfectly mischievous idea. “Moony,” he said, looking down
at the skirt still clutched in Remus’ hand. “Put it on.”
“What?”
asked Remus incredulously. “I’m not going to wear
Lily’s skirt.”
“Why not?” Sirius rooted through the clothing pile again
until he found James’ pants. “You put on Lily’s clothes and I’ll put on
James’.”
“Sirius!” Remus laughed a little too loudly. He clapped his
hand over his mouth and paused, listening, but it did not sound as though he’d
woken anyone. “Just why would we do
that?”
Sirius
cocked his head at Remus. “Well look at that waistband, for one. There’s no way
I can fit into her things. You’ve a much better shot at it than I do. And
James’ clothes would be far too baggy on you but they might just fit me all
right.”
With a
sigh, “No, I mean, why would—”
“You’re the
one who claimed it’s comfortable. Let’s see, then.”
Remus tried
to object, tried to explain that he still didn’t understand. But Sirius was
already slipping on James’ trousers and socks in such a hurried fashion that
Remus knew there was no talking sense to him now. He might as well just play
along and get it over with. In the back of his mind was also the nagging
reminder that this was probably as close to being with James as he was ever
going to get. And considering it was Sirius, and Sirius’ idea in the first
place, Remus tried not to feel guilty should he enjoy this.
In no time
at all, Sirius was dressed, and looking rather like normal, apart from the fact
that the shirt was slightly too long and too small. It was stretched on his
frame so that Remus could see bits of skin and hair in the gaps between the
buttons when his arms were spread. But something was missing. Sirius jumped up
in realization and darted away.
Remus took
the opportunity to look over the clothes still on the bed. The fact that he
could actually fit into the clothes didn’t actually mean he wanted to put them on. But he was willing
to humor Sirius. Shorts and straps, slacks and ties, Remus was well-versed and
terribly familiar with the intricacies of men’s clothing. As an only child and
never having been with a girl, however, Remus found women’s clothing to be
something of a mystery. And, for some strange reason, he was kind of curious.
He was glad
the socks stretched, and when he pulled them up they came up nearly to his
knees. The skirt went on fairly easily as well, and felt rather heavy as it
hung from his waist and brushed against his sensitive skin. The hang-up was the
brasserie. He slipped his arms through the straps and then tried to fasten it
around the back. His fingers slipped around the ends and the hooks seemed to
take ages to catch the loops. Finally he managed to get it on. It hung limply
around his middle, the bright white looking startling against his scar-covered
skin. He looked around and noticed the tissue box, remembering hearing
something about padding bras with those. He couldn’t see wasting a whole box of
tissues on the cause, however, and was sure it would take at least as many to
get the job done. So he headed around to the foot of the bed where Sirius’
trunk stood and rummaged around in it until he found a pair of socks balled-up.
He stuffed one in each side and adjusted them until they looked a little
fuller. After pulling the blouse on, buttoning down the front, and readjusting
the bra until it looked right, he turned to show himself to Sirius.
Sirius
stood in front of him now, wearing James’ glasses and messing up his hair. He
shrugged and held his arms out. “What do you think?”
Remus
looked him over, noticing all the little James details, from the Head Boy badge
to the bulge in the pocket that consisted of James’ handkerchief and coins. He
knew who the man inside the clothing was, but was seeing Sirius in a new way now.
He was seeing Sirius as James. “You’ve never looked more handsome, James
Potter.”
Sirius
grinned and took a quick step forward, wrapping his arm around Remus’ waist. “I
knew eventually you’d notice me, Lily Evans.” He tilted his head and kissed
Remus deeply. He pulled back slightly, his lips brushing Remus’ as he spoke.
“Want to shag?”
Remus
laughed. “Try to stop me. I’m all yours.”
Sirius
pulled back further, making a face. “Lily wouldn’t say that.”
After
taking a moment to think, Remus led Sirius onto the bed and behind the
curtains. They sat facing each other. “All right, give it to me again, then.”
With a
grin, “Want to shag?”
Remus
turned away, clutching his blouse in the front nervously as though to keep it
closed. “James, we shouldn’t. What if we’re heard?” The pitch of his voice was slightly
higher, more feminine, but not exaggerated.
“Peter’s
asleep,” said Sirius. “Listen to him snoring away. And Remus and Sirius are too
caught up in each other to hear us.” Remus laughed at this. “So it’s just you
and me, Beautiful.”
Remus
practically blushed. He’d been called a lot of things by Sirius, but never
that. “You really think I’m beautiful?” he said doubtfully, his voice lower
like usual, looking himself over. He could see his scars through the blouse and
on his legs where the skirt and socks failed to cover. Then there was the fact
that he was a little too hairy for a woman, and his hair… “You’re not just
saying that for fun?”
Sirius slid
a hand over his cheek, cupping for a moment, then sweeping back into Remus’
hair. “You are beautiful.” He covered Remus’ lips with his own, hot and wet,
taking over completely, kissing in a way Sirius had
never done before. Remus felt the glasses bump against his face and Sirius’
nose smush into his cheek and nose. It relaxed him at
once and removed any and all doubts from his mind.
Lying back
on the bed with a smile and a light sigh, Remus lifted a hand and curled a
finger at Sirius to beckon him closer. Then he closed his eyes as Sirius
crawled up the bed, hovering over him on all fours. A kiss on his lips and
another on his cheek came with a breathed, “Nah, Lily. You’ve got to keep those
beautiful green eyes open. I want you to see what I’m doing to you.”
Remus
looked at him, watching the glasses slide down the bridge
of Sirius’ nose. Sirius’ eyes seemed to be
straining behind them to see Remus properly through the prescription. Remus
reached up, sliding the glasses back into place for him. Sirius smiled
appreciatively. Then he lowered himself onto Remus’ body and slowly slid down.
Kisses were
delicately trailed down Remus’ body, not at all the way Sirius would have.
Sirius would have slobbered and Sirius would have skipped the nipples and gone
straight for the scars. But Lily Evans did not have scars, and she most
certainly had breasts. So Sirius, as James Potter, slowly undid a middle button
on the blouse. His hand squeezed through the opening. His fingers were splayed,
covering and then cupping one of the bra’s cups. The hand squeezed. Remus
pretended to react favorably, though it felt nothing from the fact that Sirius
was fondling a sock. A moment later, however, fingers pulled at the bra and
slid beneath it to tease Remus’ nipple. During the first instant, Remus felt
nothing.
But then
Remus got to thinking of how it must feel to have James doing this to him, and
he resolved to throw himself into it as completely as possible. So he pretended
to croon and raised his torso up a little, encouraging more touching there.
Then, suddenly, the way the fingers pinched got to him. It sent a wave of
pleasure through Remus’ chest. Remus gasped in surprise and Sirius grinned. It
wasn’t anything as intense as he supposed a woman felt, but if he concentrated
on watching Sirius and not himself, he could almost imagine he did have
breasts, what with the way he was being touched. He liked how Sirius was paying
attention to his nipples, squeezing one and then unbuttoning a second button so
he could squeeze the other. His mouth came down on the first, through the
blouse, sucking through the material and then softly biting. Remus gasped
again, not needing to imagine how lovely that felt.
“Merlin,
James,” he whispered, looking down at the jet black hair. He reached down and
mussed it up some more, making it look more like James’. From this perspective,
Sirius really did look like James. And, as Remus realized that this was so
close to how it would be to shag James, his cock grew as hard as it had been
when he’d been ready to dry-hump Sirius’ thigh not twenty minutes earlier.
Sirius
noticed it, as he was lying right on top, and one hand left Remus’ fake breast
and reached down. Two fingers found the tip of Remus’ cock through the wool
skirt and rubbed there in a circular motion. Remus sighed deeply and nodded in
approval. “Touch me,” he whispered. He wanted Sirius’ hands and mouth all over
him. He wanted to feel the warmth of Sirius’ flesh against his own. There were
so many clothes in the way now. But he wasn’t about to shed them, now that they
were on. Now that they were playing, Remus did not want to break the fantasy
for anything.
“I will,”
Sirius said reassuringly. “I’m getting there.” He brought his hand back up and
ripped the blouse open. A few buttons popped off but neither stopped to look
for them. Instead, Sirius pulled the bra down and cupped his hands over Remus’ pecs, squeezing slightly as though they were larger, real
breasts. Sirius’ hands were warm and Remus liked the touch.
Sirius
kissed each nipple before sliding down the bed. He slid further and further,
and kept going until his upper chest as against Remus’ lower legs. Remus was
afraid Sirius might be able to fall off the bed, but he stayed on just fine. He
grinned up at Remus. Remus sighed and shook his head. “James would never grin
like that,” Remus told him.
Sirius
shrugged. “He would if he were seeing what I’m seeing.” Remus’ cock twitched
appreciatively at the compliment. Then Sirius’ grin went a little less
mischievous and a little more accommodating. He reached up and gently lifted
the skirt at the hem. Then his head ducked beneath.
An instant
later, Remus felt a wet tongue swirl over the tip of his cock. Remus whimpered
happily. Having heard James and Lily make love, which was unavoidable when he
shared a dormitory room with James, Remus knew what sounds Lily made during
lovemaking. Remus had always laid in bed imagining
what sorts of things James was doing to her to make her sound like that, and
now Remus knew.
“Oh Lily,” Sirius said, swallowing and sounding a little out of
breath, but happy. “Your c—” He stopped himself before saying ‘cock’. “Your
clit is so perfect.”
Remus
beamed and made a high-pitched gaspy sound like the
ones Lily made. Sirus chuckled and continued licking
and sucking just a little. He deliberately avoided taking Remus’ cock fully in
his mouth, however, and avoided the shaft almost altogether, concentrating just
on the tip. As he pulled the skin down from around said tip, like spreading a
woman’s lips, Sirius also slid a finger into Remus’ arsehole.
Caught off
guard, Remus gave a start, but was easily quieted a moment later as Sirius
began licking and sucking and sliding his finger in and out. Remus was
overwhelmed with sensations, adoring being taken and treated in this manner. His
breath grew fast and his body grew desperate. “So wet,” Sirius murmured around
the head of Remus’ cock, making it vibrate slightly and making Remus whimper
all the more. “You’re so wet for me, Lils.”
“I am,”
Remus agreed. “All for you. Just for
you, James.” He meant that, too. He could see the body moving but
couldn’t see the head. It was so easy to imagine it really was James. Especially
as Sirius was doing quite a convincing job of it. “And, James… oh… ohhhhh… James!”
He cried out, his body shrinking back instinctively to prevent himself from
coming to close to coming. His legs, which were slightly spread, came together
more, trapping Sirius’ head between his thighs. Sirius got the message and
slowed before stopping, rather than stopping suddenly as he did when teasing
Remus.
Upon
realizing Sirius was somewhat stuck, Remus released him and Sirius sat up. He
went to drag the back of his hand against his mouth but stopped himself in time
and, instead, wiped his mouth in the crook of his elbow. Sirius reached down
and pulled the skirt up, revealing Remus to them both. “You’re ready, aren’t
you, Lily?” Sirius said knowingly.
“I am,”
Remus replied. “But you’re not.” He nodded towards Sirius’ crotch where he
could see an erection straining through trousers. He reached up and undid the
belt buckle. Sirius pulled the slacks down to his knees, then his ankles. Then
he spread Remus’ legs again and knelt between them. Remus bent his legs at the
knee and leaned back to give Sirius access.
To complete
his readiness, Sirius reached forward and grabbed the tube of lube from the
nightstand. He squirted a liberal amount onto his palm then paused a moment
before touching himself. He nodded to himself as he chose to rub his hands
together quickly, warming the lube between his palms and distributing it.
The slick,
wet sound that resulted was something new to Remus. Usually they used
lubrication on themselves much earlier when having sex, not near the end like
this. But Remus rather liked it. It gave him time to regain control of himself,
but also built up his eagerness and anticipation. And as nice as that was, it
was doubly nice when Sirius decided to slather the lubricant on his cock and
then slide into Remus.
Remus
shrieked into the pillow, just as Lily sometimes did when James was doing something
especially good to her. Until now, Remus could only imagine what that something
might be. “James,” he said, looking up at Sirius. “James… fuck
me hard.”
Sirius
half-frowned down at him. “I don’t reckon Lily would say that.”
“Believe me, she would if she were feeling what I’m feeling. Now get
on with it right-quick before I come from talking about it.” Remus was hard… throbbing…
burning… desperate…
“Whatever you say, Lily.” Sirius said at once, beginning to
thrust in and out. Remus didn’t know how long it took after that, but it seemed
to take seconds rather than minutes.
Despite
Sirius’ command earlier, Remus squeezed his eyes closed tightly as Sirius took
him over. And when he was nearly done, he opened his eyes again. Through blurry
vision, he could see just a mess of black hair and a face with black-rimmed
glasses over a white shirt and tie. Remus cried out, “James!” as Sirius
finished him off with one more stroke. Sirius came as well, and no mistaking,
though he groaned softly. It was just the way James always did. The sound only
extended Remus’ orgasm to the point where the young man was sufficiently
drained and exhausted when it was over.
Sirius
seemed likewise, but managed to pull himself out and roughly clean them off
before collapsing on the bed beside a glowing Remus. “I see why the girls wear
those things, now,” Sirius said, reaching down so that his fingertips brushed
against the skirt. “Such delightfully easy access. You
should think about wearing one of these on a regular basis,” he said jokingly.
“Maybe I
will,” Remus replied with equal amounts of amusement, but he caught Sirius’
eye.
“You really
enjoyed this, didn’t you?” he asked. Remus was far from blushing about this now.
He simply nodded honestly. Sirius would just have to guess how very much he’d
loved it. He kissed Sirius, then turned to roll onto
his side.
But Sirius
placed a hand on his shoulder, holding him in place. “Lily and James would
snuggle, I think. Here, let me hold you.” They shifted about until Remus’ head
was on Sirius’ shoulder and chest and Sirius’ arms were around him. The clothes
smelled of a combination of James and a spent Sirius. As Remus draped an arm
over Sirius’ middle to hug him, he felt sleep take him and did not resist.
It was to a
mixture of voices that Remus and Sirius awoke the next morning. The voices had
started in whispers but their volume had increased with desperation. There were
mutual reminders to be quiet, but they were loud enough to wake their
roommates, nonetheless.
“I could
have sworn we left them right here,” said one. “Are you sure you can’t find
them? I can’t see much without my glasses.”
“James, I’m
telling you I can’t find our clothes anywhere!”
said the other.
Remus’ eyes
grew wide as he realized the white his cheek rested upon was not a pillow but
James’ shirt still on Sirius’ body. He looked down at his own body, knowing he
would never be able to get the clothes off and back onto the floor without her
seeing. Sirius seemed to reach the same conclusion and urgently reached down to
draw the covers up over their heads.
They were
confident that, eventually, Lily and James would remember the invisibility
cloak and get her back to her dormitory safely. Sirius and Remus certainly had
a better use for the clothes at the moment. Beneath the blankets, Remus’
morning erection was already pressing against Sirius’ thigh through layers of
skirt and trousers. Sirius started them out with a long-lasting kiss.