Title: Merry Month, Moony! Part 4

Author: Kate of Kintail

Fandom: Harry Potter, Marauders Era

Rating: R

Pairing: Sirius/Remus overall

Disclaimer: JRK’s characters and I get nothing

Warnings/Kinks: wanking and again with the sort of badsex thing

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: 1,302

Part 4

            Remus’ hand was beginning to hurt. More importantly, his cock was beginning to hurt. As the chafing grew painful, Remus’ strokes slowed and stopped altogether. His cock throbbed from the interruption, but it could not be helped. In the darkness of his bed in the middle of the night, the hangings drawn tightly shut, he opened his eyes. Remus’ hand moved about, patting the bed on both sides of him, diving under the tangled sheets and blankets and then up again. Finally his fingertips came upon the cool, familiar plastic and he sighed. He seized the tube and flipped the top open.

            He sucked in a sharp breath as he drizzled the lubrication all over his cock. It was cold at first, which he had fully expected. But it grew warm as he wrapped his hand back around it and began fisting. His hand slid up and down quickly, urgently, trying to get back to where he had been before the chafing.

            This was taking far longer than he wanted it to. Two nights ago with Sirius had been relatively quick and painless. But the key factor in that was Sirius. He’d had Sirius lying next to him in bed. He’d had Sirius’ deep, rich voice to listen to. Now he only had himself. And though his cock responded instinctively to his touch, touch alone didn’t seem to be enough to finish the job. He’d been at it for what seemed like an hour now.

            Remus glanced at his pocket watch, sitting open on his nightstand, before closing his eyes again so he wouldn’t run the risk of looking at himself. Apparently, it was taking longer than an hour. Though he’d started before midnight, it was now officially the next day. Remus wondered if this masturbation session might count for both days. With the time and effort he was putting into it, he hoped that was the case.

            His hand slid up and down his slick cock, making slightly squishy sounds which he found slightly unpleasant. But as he circled his thumb around the head of his cock, he made a sound of his own. He sighed deeply, and began wondering if it felt like this when he touched Sirius like that. He resumed stroking the shaft- up and down and up and down- and he paused to circle the head again. This time he groaned out loud. As he continued fisting, he started thrusting into his hand. After a few more minutes, the combination finally brought him to orgasm. A deep moan escaped him before he could even think about smothering it.

            He rode out the euphoria, which was followed swiftly by the inevitable onset of shame, guilt, and incredible exhaustion. Emptiness filled him in the absence of pleasure, and a pain settled in his stomach. Drained of everything, including energy, Remus barely had the piece of mind to wipe himself with a corner of the top sheet and then roll over before falling to sleep.

*          *          *

            Back from his morning shower, Remus sat on the edge of his bed. His red-and-gold striped tie hung around his shoulders, untied and dangling as he leaned forward. He un-balled his socks and separated them just as Peter walked by his bed, smiling. “Glad to see you’re <i>up</i>, Remus.”

            Remus nodded back. Due to his activities late the night before, he felt tired, but that was certainly nothing new. Frequently he stayed up late with homework or having fun with Sirius, though usually neither took as much effort as he’d expended last night.

            “Yeah,” James said, walking past the base of Remus’ bed. He grinned and winked knowingly. “Must have been <i>hard</i> getting <i>up</i> this morning.”

            Remus coughed as he slipped one of his socks on and made sure the leg of his trousers came down properly. He went to put on his other sock and noticed Sirius was there, arms crossed over his chest, watching. “Nice <i>pulling</i>” he said with a smirk.

            Remus sighed and tugged his shoes on over his socks, lacing them up with a tap of his wand to save time. “What are you lot going on about this morning?” he asked, not quite following. They’d all been acting much stranger than usual this morning. If Remus didn’t know any better, he’d have guessed they were all planning to pull a prank on him, even with their recent pact to never target each other again, especially not when they could go after the Slytherins.

            But Sirius said nothing. He only bent down and gave Remus a lovely, deep kiss. “You <i>coming</i>?” he asked slyly. Then he took Remus’ hand and helped him up.

            Remus slid his robes on over his head and slung his school bag over his shoulder. As he followed the others downstairs, he worked on tying his tie. The knot wasn’t beautiful, he was sure when he tucked his tie under the collar of his robes, but it was sufficient. It didn’t really matter, though. Peter’s was always pretty sloppy. And neither James nor Sirius ever tied theirs if they could help it because they liked the way it made them look. Remus usually spent more time on his appearance than he had this morning; so much of his appearance could not be controlled, so he always took care with the parts that could in hopes of hiding his condition a little better. But he had opted for an extra ten minutes of sleep instead this morning.

            When he sat down at the Gryffindor table for breakfast, with Sirius on one side and James and Peter across the table, Remus still sensed something strange was going on. James kissed Lily hello and good morning, but she was engaged in conversation with some of the other Gryffindor girls. So as the other Marauders dug into the breakfast spread, Remus leaned forward, arms on the table. Whispering to them, “All right. Out with it. What’re you up to?”

            “Us?” James said innocently, giving a shrug. “We’re not up to anything.”

            Remus fixed his eyes on James in disbelief.

            “On the other hand,” said Sirius, poking Remus in the side distractingly. “We know what you’ve been up to.”

            Peter snickered and quickly bit into his blueberry muffin.

            Remus still didn’t understand, so James spelled it out for him, laughing. “Last night, at first, I thought it might be Sirius I was hearing. But then I saw Sirius was passed out, face-down on his bed. And I realized it was your voice. Really enjoying yourself last night, weren’t you, Mate?”

            Immediately, Remus flushed from his ears to his cheeks in a brilliant shade of red. If the shame of doing what he’d been doing wasn’t enough, now he had to deal with being heard doing it. He looked down at his empty plate and fingered his napkin as he mumbled a very quiet apology.

            “Oh, Moony,” Sirius sighed, bumping his side against Remus’ and then giving him an affectionate nuzzle. “We’re only having a go at you. Don’t take it personally.”

            “I’ve just never heard you wank before,” James said casually, apparently without concern for who else might hear. No one around them seemed to, however. “Good on you, Mate.”

            Peter agreed, nodding as his mouth was too full to speak at the moment.

            Remus avoided making eye contact, glad that Sirius had the sense to bring up the subject of Professor Flitwick’s unfortunate choice of shoes. He kept his eyes on his breakfast, as he took a scone and picked at it a little while. The intensity of the humiliation quickly died away, but he couldn’t help but want to avoid going through this again. Being heard and teased was just cosmic payback for doing what he hadn’t felt right doing. Silently, Remus made a resolution not to touch himself again.