Title: Merry Month, Moony! Part 2

Author: Kate of Kintail

Fandom: Harry Potter, Marauders Era

Rating: R

Pairing: Sirius/Remus

Disclaimer: JRK’s characters and I get nothing                

Warnings/Kinks: wanking and, um, can it be called badsex if there isn’t any actual sex?

Summary: Sirius wants to teach Remus a lesson about the joys of wanking.

Notes: Written for the Lusty Month of May at pervy_werewolf

Word Count: 1,058

Part 2

            Remus sighed deeply as he neatly folded down the covers of his bed and smoothed them out with his hand. “No, Padfoot. For your information, I have not ‘done it’ yet today.”

            Sirius leaned against Remus’ four poster and checked his pocket watch. “You only have an hour before midnight. Better get going.” Remus tried not to let his frustration show, but Sirius knew him too well to be fooled. Sirius sighed and took Remus by the hips, his hands firmly in place but his forefingers gently teasing. “I know you weren’t so keen on the idea, but give it a try for me? You won’t regret it.”

            Unable to get away from him, and not sure he wanted to, Remus took a step back and found himself sitting on his bed. He sighed again. “I’m not even sure I remember where to begin.”

            “Oh come on, Remus. Everyone knows how to do this. It’s natural, something you feel out. And once you start again you’ll remember that. It’s just like riding a broomstick.”

            Immediately, recollections of losing his balance in mid-air and crashing to the ground came to mind. Sirius’ supposedly comforting words had the opposite effect. “Only an expert wanker like you’d say something like that.” He had, of course, meant the term to be a joking insult, but Sirius took it as a compliment.

            Instantly, Sirius’ face lit up. “You want me to step you through it?” Shyly, Remus nodded. But Sirius burst into a grin and jumped up onto the bed. “All right! Now we’re getting somewhere. Take off your shirt.”

            Nervously, Remus unbuttoned his striped pajama top, one button at a time. He did not particularly like to look at his body and he could see it fine now, reminding him that the hangings around his bed were wide open. He pulled them closed at once, inviting the darkness that enveloped them now. He sighed with a bit of relief, though Sirius clucked his tongue.

            “Really, Moony, you have a great body. Don’t know why you can’t believe that.” He blew a kiss, making sure it could be heard if not seen through the darkness. “Got it off now?”

            As their eyes adjusted, Remus nodded. “Yes.” He started to slip out of his pants again but Sirius stopped him.

            “Haven’t told you to do that yet. First, I want you to touch yourself. Put your hand on your chest and feel your breaths. In… and out. Feel your heartbeat. Feel it starting to speed up at the thought of the exceptional orgasm you’ll have in a little while. Feel your nipples harden under your fingertips, and pinch them. There, that’s it. Good!”

            Remus flushed, realizing their eyes had adjusted and Sirius could now make out exactly what he was doing. It was one thing to be going through the motions rather mechanically but it was another to know Sirius was watching and critiquing at the same time. “Sirius!” he whinged. “I can’t do this with you watching.” Though the little pinches had helped get his heart racing and breaths speeding up, Remus hoped his words might be enough to convince Sirius to let him stop. Or, even better, might make Sirius jump him and fuck him right then and there.

            Sirius was far from either, however. All he did was roll over onto his side, facing away from Remus. “There,” he said decisively. “Now I’m not watching. And now your hand is moving down your chest. Over the scars and the warm skin. Find the waistband and move your hand down to your crotch. So hot… you’re always so hot down there. Even through your clothes you’re hot, aren’t you?”

            “Sirius!” Remus begged. “Please don’t… I can’t answer you. I can’t talk to you when I’m… doing this to myself. Not if you expect me to…” Of course, Remus was not certain he would be able to come whether Sirius were watching and talking or not. This wasn’t nearly as exciting as sex with Sirius, in any form.

            “All right,” Sirius said. “I’ll just talk and you just listen and… enjoy yourself.” He cleared his throat and propped himself up on his arm, bent at the elbow. “Stroke yourself through your pants until you’re hard. Then I want you to take off your pants and keep going.”

            Sirius told him to slick his hand with lotion. Sirius told him to rub his balls while he stroked his prick. Sirius told him to close his eyes and enjoy the sensations building throughout him. Remus followed the instructions down to the letter, almost clinically. Stroking, faster and faster, pinching and pressing, touching himself just as Sirius commanded until he pelvis gave a last thrust and his arse left the bed. He spilled onto his stomach, crotch, and thighs.

            Momentary pleasure gave way to hot, wet, and sticky. And then came cool, wet and sticky… as well as Remus’ familiar sense of shame. His release had been purely selfish, without a bit of love or intimacy or any of the other delights associated with sharing his body with Sirius. He felt unclean and, more importantly, he dreaded doing this again another twenty-nine times.

            Grimacing, Remus grabbed for the tissue box on his nightstand. He carefully dabbed and wiped as Sirius rolled over onto his back with a satisfied grin on his face. “Wonderful, wasn’t that?”

            “Wonderful,” Remus replied, hoping he sounded genuine when he really felt the regret Sirius had promised he would not have. “M’going to take another shower now. Unless…” Hope jumped inside him as he looked down to see a bulge in Sirius’ pants. He reached down, wanting and willing to end the day with at least something he could enjoy. But Sirius slapped his hand away.

            “I don’t think so. If you’re hungry for more, you’ll have to wait until that lovely cock of yours is ready.” Remus looked down at his cock, shriveled and spent, not finding it the least bit lovely. Sirius rolled to his side and pecked Remus’ cheek. “And hopefully then you’ll be able to do so without me.” He left without another word.

            Feeling something between annoyed and frustrated, Remus got out of bed as well and headed for the showers. Admittedly, he had felt a slight amount of pleasure… but he wasn’t precisely eager to ‘do it’ again.