Title: Merry Month, Moony! Part 7

Author: Kate of Kintail

Fandom: Harry Potter, Marauders Era

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Sirius/Remus, Remus/OMC

Disclaimer: JRK’s characters and I get nothing

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: 1,421

Part 7

            Shifting around and squirming in his seat, Remus had given up on following the Transfiguration lesson ages ago. It was absolutely astonishing how long Professor McGonagall could lecture on the importance of camouflaging when performing transfigurations for stealth and safety. Of course, Remus wasn’t sure what good the end of a lesson would do him. It had been three days- or was it four- since he’d last had an orgasm and he was aching for another now. His balls felt hot and heavy, and he got an erection at the drop of a wand. All he needed to do was glance in Sirius’ direction- or worse, remember what he’d witnessed the day before- and he went hard.

            He refused to give Sirius that satisfaction. This no-sex policy of Sirius’ was completely unfair, especially if he intended to actually keep Remus as a boyfriend when this month was over. Moreover, Sirius had the audacity to actually enjoy himself while Remus had to suffer by waiting. The situation was just cruel.

            Thus, Remus sat at a desk in front of Sirius and tried not to look over his shoulder. He looked straight ahead, trying to concentrate on McGonagall’s technique; even if the substance of the lecture was lost to him, he was eager to concentrate on anything other than his libido. But the lesson really was taking forever.

            “Prfessr M’Gongall?” came a muffled voice from the side of the room. Remus looked over to see a Hufflepuff boy practically bouncing in his seat with urgency, his hands cupped to his nose. Large hands. With handsome, long fingers.

            Professor McGonagall, hands on her hips, sighed. “Another bloody nose, Mister Parsons?”

            He nodded, apologizing with his eyes. Beautiful, sparkling, blue eyes.

            “Better get yourself over to the hospital wing them. Madam Pomfrey will have some potion on hand for that.”

            He nodded appreciatively. His bright blond hair bobbing and falling in his eyes.

            But when he tried to stand, he stumbled, trying to maneuver around books and bags and desks while still keeping his hands to his face. He made an anxious, worried sound and looked around for assistance. Remus was sure he heard Professor McGonagall sigh again. “Mister Lupin, would you mind escorting Mister Parsons?”

            Remus shook his head and rose to his feet. “Not at all, Professor.” After all, he all but had his own bed in the hospital wing for all the time he spent there. So Remus took hold of his fellow seventh year’s arm and guided him out of the classroom. “You all right?” Remus asked worriedly as their pace was slow down the corridor. He hitched his robed up a little. “I think I have a hanky in my pocket if you want—”

            Apparently he did want. He dropped one hand and reached down, diving into Remus’ pocket. He fumbled around, presumably searching but not finding. Though perhaps it wasn’t a handkerchief he was searching for. Pushing the constraints of the pocket, fingers found Remus’ cock and brushed against it.

            Sucking in a deep breath, Remus couldn’t help but grow hard in an instant from the touch. Shocked, he looked at the boy, who dropped his other hand. No blood, not even a trace of it. Remus really should have been able to smell that but he’d been distracted. “What?” he asked breathlessly as he found himself pulled into an alcove. “I thought…”

            “Just an excuse,” he said, giving a demonstrative sniff to prove he was just fine. “I noticed you looking a little uncomfortable in class and I wanted to help.” He smiled an almost irresistible smile.

            Not just noticing but figuring out a way to help… typical Hufflepuff. Not that Remus could blame him; he was sure he must have looked uncomfortable, wiggling in his seat so much. Remus smiled back. “Thank you… ah?” To his astonishment, he didn’t know the other boy’s name. It wasn’t as though he knew the names of every single student in Hogwarts, but he thought he at least knew everyone in his same grade level. But not only did he not know the name, he also couldn’t place the face. A new student? A transfer? He had an English accent… but Remus surely would have noticed someone as attractive before.

            “Morgan,” he said, leaning back against the wall on his elbows. “Morgan Parsons. And I’ve had a thing for you for years.”

            “Years?” Remus swallowed hard. His cock certainly liked the sound of that. But… “But I’m with Sirius.”

            “And a fine job he’s been doing, I see.” His fingers found Remus’ hardening shaft and stroked it hard through the thin cotton of the trouser pocket. Remus worried how hot Morgan found it to be… and how wet it might be already. “Practically creaming yourself from looking at someone stunningly handsome.”

            “You’re stunningly handsome?” Remus asked. Whatever Morgan was, apparently he wasn’t humble.

            Morgan reached out with his other hand, pulling Remus to him. “You tell me. You’re the one staring at me.” He went for a fast-moving, sigh-producing kiss.

            When they broke apart, Remus realized he had been pressing his crotch into the boy’s thigh. He whimpered in desperation at how good the friction felt, rubbing and grinding, cheeks flushing. “Yes-you’re-handsome,” Remus said in one gasp, eagerly going for those beautiful seashell ears and tugging the earlobe with his teeth. “Merlin… you’re beyond stunning.”

            “You want me?” Morgan asked, tilting his head so Remus could have access to his neck and shoulder for kissing and licking. “Because you can have me. You can have me however you like.”

            A deep, happy groan came from the depths of Remus throat, or perhaps all the way from his groins.

            “Come on…” The man cocked his head and smiled, the dimples in his cheeks overpowering Remus now. “I know you’re hungry for sex. Don’t want to mess your pants, do you?”

            Remus’ fingers were a blur as he undid Morgan’s trousers, and then his own. He turned the man around, pushing him up against a wall. The man was equally stunning from behind. “Want,” Remus breathed. Round, perky cheeks with soft blond fuzz that was practically invisible but felt heavenly against his cock and balls as he rubbed himself against the arse before penetrating. “Want *now*.”

            He slid in with only spit and a little precome for assistance, and Morgan grunted but not in pain. “Ohfuckme!” he whispered harshly. Remus wasted no time in complying. “That’s it, Remus. Give me everything you’ve got.”

            Remus plunged in deeply, savoring the tight and warm sensation encompassing him. But he was too eager and too close already from days of waiting to take his time. And Morgan kept begging for more and more. Remus could feel the tension from the last few days just melting away as he pounded into Morgan.

            Four hands were flat against the wall, bracing, steadying, providing leverage. Remus’ breaths were quick and shallow. Encouragements gave way simply to moans and gasps, growing in pitch as desperation grew. And Remus finally let himself feel, let himself enjoy, let himself go. He came in the middle of a gasp, choking for one second and coughing the next, but then riding out the waves of ecstasy as he was meant to. And, when it was done, that pleased expression on Morgan’s face made Remus sigh with pleasure of his own.

            In fact, Remus awoke sighing.

            His mouth was dry but curved into a smile. It took him a few moments for the contented feeling to ebb away as he realized it was all just a sick joke from his subconscious which- he was sure- now apparently had the same sense of humor as Sirius Black. Grimacing and cursing his dream for doing this to him, Remus shifted around beneath his covers. He hadn’t had this happen since adolescence… since before he and Sirius had become an item. With a groan he stripped off his pajama bottoms and pants. He grabbed the handkerchief he kept under his pillow and wiped himself off a little. Then he gathered them all up with his sheets to be washed, ashamed that the house elves might guess what he was up to lately.

            As he pulled on a bathrobe to head to the lavatory he decided that this was even worse than his attempts to wank. He would have to sit down with Sirius and have a proper discussion about this. He only hoped that, despite the visuals yesterday, Sirius was missing sex as much as he was…