Title: Merry Month, Moony! Part 13

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

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: 1,021

Part 13

            Unsurprisingly, Remus woke with a hard on in the morning. With the book within reach, he thought about the various methods he’d read about. Briefly, he entertained the idea of flipping through with his eyes closed, pointing at a page, and trying whatever it ended up being. But he’d already made up his mind about what he wanted to try first and there was really no time to waste.

            Grabbing some clean clothes, Remus headed straight for the loo. It was rather late in the morning, so most of the Gryffindor boys were already down to breakfast or grooming themselves in the mirrors. He passed them by on his way to the showers, finding nearly all of them to be vacant. Naturally, he chose the one at the far end of the room, up against the wall. He draped a towel and all of his clothes- both the fresh change and the pajamas he’d been wearing- over the door.

            Remus flattened himself against the wall as he turned on the water, waiting until he saw steam before stepping into the spray. His whole body seemed to come alive as it was enveloped by the warm water. He moved about under it, making sure every bit of himself got wet, not the least of which was his overly-excited cock.

            As he tried to decide whether to soap himself up before or after, running through the logic in his head, he found his hand already reaching for his cock. He squeezed, then thrummed his fingers against the shaft. Then he let his cock rest gingerly in his flat palm as the water came down and hit it straight-on.

            Remus let out a low groan and braced himself with his free hand against the cool tile. He and Sirius had fucked each other in the showers a few times before, but never with others in the bathroom at the same time. Frankly, he hadn’t been too fond of shower sex because it required him to be entirely naked and both of them couldn’t be under the shower spray at the same time no matter how they positioned themselves. But, alone, Remus rather enjoyed the experience. The water obscured view of his scars and he did not have to fight for the heat. Instead, in an ironic sort of way, he could stand however he liked and enjoy every bit of it without feeling selfish about it.

            Remus took his hand off his cock and reached for the bar of soap. Skipping the washcloth, he rubbed the soap directly against his body. It slid over his arms and down his sides. It circled and meandered around his chest, then covered his legs from the top down. After soaping each area, the water rinsed it off almost immediately. When he reached his cock, however, he rubbed the soap repeatedly, up and down. He was far less concerned with cleanliness than with coming.

            The soap slid slickly and quickly, and Remus’ body swayed back and forth slightly at the rhythm. He turned about, keeping his balance on the wet tile, and stood with his back to the wall and his front still under the stream of hot water. He groaned again, making sure that it was quiet enough to be drowned out by the hiss of water. Dropping to soap at his feet, his hands moved in a blur. Fisting and holding his balls and twisting the head just a little. He tried the triangle configuration almost without meaning to, applying enough pressure to make him moan, head back, water rushing against his face and into his mouth.

            He wondered how many of his fellow Gryffindors did this in the showers. More importantly, he wondered if Sirius did this in the showers. Given that Sirius had been the one to suggest sex in the showers, he had a feeling Sirius was no stranger to this method. Remus could just imagine Sirius standing right where he was, doing just what he was. He could imagine Sirius jerking off silently and losing himself in the water. And, in Remus’ mind, Sirius was thinking about him the whole time.

            Remus’ hand sped up. If he wanted to go fast, he didn’t see any reason he should slow down… it wasn’t as though Sirius were really there and he needed to time his orgasm so it coincided. So Remus closed his eyes and pumped himself with both hands, rough and fast until his body was screaming out for release. And then he let himself go.

            He aimed for the drain on the floor and bit his lower lip to stay quiet, though he was sure a few sounds escaped him. He let the hot water bathe him, soothe him, and wash him clean afterwards. Then he stood, breathing in hot steam as he let the afterglow relax him. It really was a wonderful way to start the day off.

            “Remus? You in there?”

            Remus froze and tensed up at the sound of Sirius’ voice. “Ah… yes I am.” Unless it was the sound of the shower obscuring things, it really sounded from his tone as though Sirius was close to laughing. “Sirius, are you smiling?”

            There was silence. “Maybe. D’you think you’ll be coming to class today? You’ve already missed breakfast.”

            Intending to be quick, Remus had nonetheless lost track of time and used up far too much of it. Rushing, Remus turned off the water and reached for his towel. “Yes… I’ll be… right out…” He did a rudimentary job of toweling off, then began pulling his clothes on. He emerged from the stall, hopping on one foot as he pulled a sock on the other. “Didn’t happen to save me any…?” Remus asked, trailing off as he looked up to see Sirius with a buttered biscuit in his hand. “Thank you,” said Remus, gratefully. He squatted down to tie his shoes.

            “Anything to make it easier for you,” Sirius said knowingly.

            Remus rose, grinning. Sirius handed him the food and Remus took a huge bite. “Anything?” he said, his mouth full but the mischief coming through loud and clear.