Living in the Moment
Lying on
his back in front of the fireplace, Sirius feels stiff and nervous. The several
shots of fire whiskey which had seemed to go straight to his head before, now
do not seem to be enough.
Sirius is
aware of the hands working their way down his body. The fingers start at the
nape of his neck and pause on his chest, teasing the small, hard buds of
nipples. They stay there only long enough to make Sirius tingle, then they move
on, downward. Unable to tell where they are going for the blindfold covering
his eyes, Sirius nonetheless knows their eventual destination.
The hand
takes his flaccid cock and warms it with a few, gentle rubs. It’s teasing that
he likes. Mischievous, playful teasing. Sirius finds himself relaxing almost
instantly. The touch is not as natural as he would have liked, but the whole
night seemed a bit strange and unexpected anyway. Right now all he wants is
more touching. And roughness.
He wants
everything he cannot easily get. If easy were what he wanted, he would have
picked up one of the women at the pub and fucked her like usual. But Sirius had
wanted something special. Something full of emotion, not just fucking.
Something he could only get from someone he loved.
The fingers
pull back his foreskin and caress the smooth head of his cock. Sirius is hard
now and growing harder by the second. And as one hand grips and begins to pull,
Sirius calls out, “Remus!” The word is hot and breathy and, if Sirius could see
anything other than blackness, he was certain it would have looked like a moist
cloud. Perhaps in reaction to the name, the strokes speed up.
The rest of
him grows hot as well, thanks in part to the fireplace and the fire whiskey. Sweaty
palms stroke his cock and fondle his balls. Sweat trickles down his neck and a
warm, naked thigh presses against one of his. “Ohhhh…” Sirius groans. “Yes…” A
chuckle is his answer, and he is again reminded who is touching him.
Then,
before he knows what is happening, the strokes slow and hands move from cock to
the top of his thighs. Inside. Beneath. With one strong motion, they shove his
legs up and a body moves between them. As Sirius’ legs come down on bare shoulders,
a long, stiff prick shoves its way into him. The sweaty palms clutch his thighs
and hold him in place as Sirius is taken.
Each thrust
is both painful and delightful, and Sirius’ teeth clench. He is not a moaner;
he is a screamer. But he does not want to scream too early. He wants the
sensations to last. He wants them to drive him wild. He wants them to drive him
over the edge. “More,” he gasps. The steady rhythm is broken as a hand slips
down again to grasp his cock. “Oh fuck me!”
he exclaims at the intensity of the pleasurable sensation. He squirms and
thrusts at the same time. A grin is plastered on his face and his legs are
pushed right up against his body as lips brush his.
Sirius
gasps when the rhythm again becomes regular, the hand on his cock and the cock
in his arse moving in synch. He cannot think, cannot speak. All he can do is
enjoy the force and the pleasure building within him. And when it all becomes
too much for him, he comes with such a monstrously loud yell that the movement
stops for a brief moment in surprise. Sirius feels his own seed hot on his
chest, hotter than anything else that night, hotter than anything he can
imagine. The strokes increase in speed and are accompanied by deep, desperate
grunts. Then Sirius feels the man tense and shoot as well, and Sirius whispers
“Oh, Remus… love you…” as he calms after his orgasm.
When the
two are untangled and cleaned, they lie beside each other on the floor. The
blindfold is the last thing to come off, and Sirius clutches it in his hand as
he opens his eyes. Everything is out of focus to start with, but the blurry
world takes only a few seconds to sharpen. The room. The fire. The sleepy man
beside him with strands of hair in his face. Several pieces are in his mouth,
in fact. Sirius contemplates brushing them away, but he cannot bring himself to
do it.
Sirius
rolls over onto his side, his back to the man. He suddenly feels very cold,
even as warm arms and a body embrace him from behind. “It’s all right,” he
hears, and tries to believe. He shivers and closes his eyes, hoping against
hope that James had been thinking of Lily the whole time.