Title: Merry Month, Moony! Part 10

Author: Kate of Kintail

Fandom: Harry Potter, Marauders Era

Rating: R? NC-17?

Pairing: Sirius/Remus, Peter/self

Disclaimer: JRK’s characters and I get nothing

Warnings/Kinks: wanking, voyeurism

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

Notes: Written for the Lusty Month of May at pervy_werewolf. There’s a slight (virtually undetectable) reference to a Peter-based WIP of mine which goes into more detail about Peter’s plushie fetish.

Word Count: 1,257

 

Part 10

 

            Remus and Sirius lay in bed together in the morning, snogging relentlessly. There was no better way to spend a morning, in Remus’ opinion. And there was just something about a slightly-groggy Sirius that made the kisses a little less precise and a little more vibrant.

 

            However, it could not last. Eventually they would have to get up for breakfast… and if they continued for much longer, both Remus and Sirius would risk getting a little more intimate. And though Remus would have preferred sex to wanking, the fact that his last few experiences had not been complete disasters gave him the optimism to try to adhere to Sirius’ requirements for the rest of the month.

 

            So, needing a cold shower, Sirius eventually left the bed. Remus lay in Sirius’ bed a little longer, thinking about wanking again. It had been in the forefront of his mind for days now, and thoughts had kept into his head at the worst of times. Perhaps if he got his daily wank out of the way early, he would be able to concentrate on other matters throughout the day. In addition to a good snogging session, Remus really liked starting off the day with a good old, overpowering orgasm.

 

            Apparently, so did another of his roommates.

 

            He saw Peter peer out from behind the curtains of his bed. He looked over at James’ empty bed, with its tangle of sheets and blankets, and over at Remus’, which was still neat and made-up. But he did not look over at Sirius’ bed because Sirius had just walked past on the way out. Believing he was alone, Peter locked the door from the inside and retreated back into the center of his bed.

 

            In his eagerness, Peter had failed to close the curtains around his bed, and Remus had a straight view, though Remus hid behind his own curtains so Peter would not spot him. His insides bounced about as he realized what was about to happen. Remus knew he should say something, but somehow he could not bring himself to do so. His curiosity got the better of him.

 

            Peter wore a long, grey, cotton shirt to bed which covered him right down to his knees. Remus expected to see Peter take it off first, or even pull it up. Instead, Peter reached down and rubbed himself through it. His hands, fingers spread out, slid down his chest slowly, moving over his sizeable curves. He pulled at his shirt, as though trying to get to his skin… or perhaps just liking the feel of the scratching and pulling. His shoulders rose and head rolled about, eyes closed. His nostrils flared as he took a deep breath and let it out silently. Then both his hands rested upon his groin, cupping himself hard.

 

            By now, Remus was mesmerized. Peter wasn’t homely, but he wasn’t what Remus would consider handsome. In fact, Remus had never really considered Peter before at all in that sort of capacity. As Peter had never had a girlfriend or boyfriend, Remus wondered if anyone else did. But Peter seemed oblivious to that fact. It was clearly not someone real he was fantasizing about right now.

 

            From the smile on his face, that didn’t seem to matter. As he rubbed both hands at his crotch, he threw his head back, gasping for breaths. Then he turned and reached out for his pillows. He gathered them in his arms and piled them together in a large mound of maroon pillowcases and something… something black that Remus couldn’t make out.

 

            Peter threw himself onto the pile, hugging several pillows tightly in his arms and rubbing his cheek against one of them. He pulled up the shirt in the front and groaned deeply. He buried his face into the pillows, breathing heavily. Then his hips began to rock, the motion turning into hard jerks and thrusts in no time at all. Out of sight, Remus could still tell that Peter was burying his cock deep into the pillows. He could see a part of a pillow between Peter’s legs as well.

 

            He hugged some of the pillows even more tightly as he humped them, grinding his body into the soft comfort. Peter began grunting with each thrust, with sounds so soft and muffled by the pillows that anyone but Remus might have missed them. The thrusts became faster and stronger as Peter thoroughly fucked his pillows into submission.

 

            The situation he’d created for himself clearly felt too good to last very long against, and Peter cried out into the pillows as he came. His whole body tensed up with a tightness so strong his body shook at it. Then he collapsed into the pile, exhausted and panting. He turned his face, flushed red, breathing deeply of the cool air he’d deprived himself of.

 

            He remained there a while, waiting for everything to return to normal. Then he moved away, pulled down his shirt, and got out his wand. With a cleaning spell, he tidied the mess up, stacked the pillows neatly once again, and made up the bed. Then he pulled on his bathrobe and went for a shower with a wide grin on his face.

 

            Remus had seen such a grin on Peter before, but now he knew exactly what it meant.        What really struck Remus, however, was the fact that Peter really seemed to have enjoyed himself so much. Every touch seemed to bring him pleasure, which only made him want to touch himself more. And, though the position was rather strange and wasn’t one Remus had ever thought of before, Peter had done it eagerly and with great familiarity. He seemed so at peace with what turned him on and so comfortable with himself. Remus couldn’t help but admire that and feel a little jealous.

 

            “Oy, Remus?”

 

            Remus blinked, looking down at the foot of the bed to see Sirius there. For a moment, Remus thought he might be imagining it. Even as the bed bounced as Sirius crawled across, he thought this might be another fantasy. But fantasy-Sirius was never so reserved.

 

            “You gonna wank this morning?” Sirius asked curiously. “Because… I’d like to stay if you are.”

 

            Remus smiled mischievously. “You like to watch, do you?” He made sure the hangings around the bed were closed, then he reached into his pajama pants for his cock. He didn’t find Peter all that attractive in that way… but he was rather on his way to being hard thanks to the fact that he’d seen something so different, so intimate.

 

            Sirius nodded enthusiastically. “You should really try it sometime.”

 

            Remus continued to smile, not quite wanting to admit to Sirius that he already had a little experience, not the least of which had occurred just seconds before. But he saw Sirius wink and felt strangely like Sirius might already know. He took his cock out and frowned at himself. He had scars just everywhere, and a glimpse of a few of them made his smile fade. “I don’t think I’d enjoy watching myself that so much, actually.”

 

            Sirius looked ready to argue, but Remus drove it from his mind with the first long, slow, teasing stroke and pinch of his cock. By the time Remus was coming, with Sirius whispering hot comments into his ear (lots of “yeah, love, faster… faster” and “you’re so sexy when you’re in a frenzy”), he knew Sirius had completely forgotten what he’d wanted to argue about… Remus wished he could forget as easily.