Title: Merry Month, Moony! Part 15

Author: Kate of Kintail

Fandom: Harry Potter, Marauders Era

Rating: R

Pairing: Sirius/Remus overall, James/Lily

Disclaimer: JRK’s characters and I get nothing

Warnings/Kinks: wanking, voyeurism, het!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: 2,075

Part 15

            Remus woke in the middle of the night. He was tangled up in blankets and Sirius’ limbs, but he badly needed a drink of water. It took him a few minutes to extricate himself but then he tiptoed out of the room to the bathroom. Sleepy, and with a hope of being able to fall right back to sleep upon his return, he did not bother to put on his bathrobe or slippers, making the trek instead in his pajamas and stocking feet.

            The bathroom was abandoned, dark and silent. He couldn’t help but glance toward a certain shower stall and smile, however. Briefly he toyed with the idea of jumping in again and having a go… but he was tired and there was a snuggly Sirius waiting for his return. So, after a few glasses of cold water, he headed back out towards bed. He walked up the stairs with his eyes closed, already thinking about drifting off to sleep.

            However, thanks to his heightened senses, something caught his ear before it made it all the way back. The sounds were definitely coming from the common room, but there was something strange and a little bit familiar t them. And, obviously, it was not students practicing their spell work. Instead of going up the rest of the way to bed, Remus headed down.

            Remus crept down the last few steps, moving silently and cautiously. With intense curiosity, he peered into the room. A blazing fire, full of dancing salamanders, both set the mood and served as the only light in the room. By it, Remus could see clothing scattered across the floor and papers strewn about. The sounds were loud now, and coming from the far side. Remus leaned forward to get a better luck, but only enough so that he could pull back quickly enough to hopefully avoid being spotted.

            Putting all the evidence at hand together, from the clothing to what writing on the papers he could make out, he knew who the noise-makers were. The fact that he could see a head of wild black hair and another head of red hair certainly did not hurt his deduction skills. They were stretched out on the couch in front of the fire, the back of the couch facing Remus. He could only see parts of James and the tops of their heads sticking out on one side of the cough. Their faces were hidden to him, and Remus was pretty well out of their range of sight as well.

            The sounds he heard were most kisses, but accompanies with small gasps and snuffles and a variety of encouraging moans. From the scent in the air, they had been at it a while, but from the sound of it they were taking their sweet time. There was a sloppy sucking sound, and James lifted his head so that Remus could see the top and back of it now. “Are you ready?” he asked.

            Remus saw Lily’s head move in what was clearly a nod. Then he heard her speak a protection spell, and saw James jerk as it struck him in the privates. Remus smiled, recalling learning that during their sexual education classes. He was glad Lily was such a good student.

            Remus knew he shouldn’t be watching this. If James knew, he’d give Remus a kick for sure, but he’d probably laugh as well. Remus was certain, however, that Lily would not be so amused. But he found he could not make himself walk back up the stairs and leave them be. He wanted to know how it played out. And, considering they chose a somewhat public spot and considering Remus couldn’t really see much of them, Remus let himself stay. Besides, it was rather arousing. Though his feet weren’t eager to move, Remus’ hand had already taken the opportunity to slide down into his pajama bottoms to touch himself.

            It seemed to take James a fair bit of effort to get himself into her. They scooted around, and the sound of grunts from both filled the air. At one point it looked like James might have had it, but then he slipped out and Lily cursed. “Not like that, remember?” Lily said. “Down a little… at an angle.”

            “That’s what I’m trying to do,” James replied through his teeth, not angry, just trying to concentrate on the motion and on maintaining his erection through the frustration. Remus saw James’ back, drenched with sweat, and found he could not look away from James’ fine, curved arse. He glimpsed a feminine foot in the air, briefly, then saw two hands reach up and grab the cheeks. She pulled him close and, with another few grunts, it seemed they’d finally managed to fit together properly.

            He heard a masculine sigh of great relief and possibly great pleasure as well. And he saw the arse and hands upon it moved up and down, in and out of Remus’ sight. Lily squeaked and hummed happily. “You like that?” James asked. Another hum. “How about… this?” His head dipped down and his back curved, but his arse kept moving up and down.

            Lily let out a cry of delight and threw her head back. Remus glimpsed her pale forehead and the beautiful arc of red air falling freely over the arm of the couch. “Thought you might,” James said, his words slightly obscured and muffled by something his mouth was doing. Having faith that James would continue the gentle thrusts without her assistance, she took her hands down and put one on the back of his head. Her fingers got lost in his hair, then reemerged, gripping tightly. James’ head bobbed up and down once, and Lily gave another cry.

            “Brilliant,” she whispered, kissing some part of him. “Keep going, James.”

            “I am,” James whispered back. He sounded as though he were enjoying himself, but like he were more concerned with doing what he needed to do than on focusing on the pleasure of it. But then his rear end jerked up again and he sucked in a deep breath. “Oh Merlin, Lils! Do that again!”

            “What… this?” she giggled innocently but playfully. James nodded eagerly. His thrusts went faster now, and a little deeper. From what Remus could hear, Lily didn’t seem to mind. “More,” she said. “Give me more, James.” She put her hand on his back. “Give me all you’ve got.” He broke into what Remus considered to be a moderate pace.

            The intimate moment he was suddenly part of was highly arousing. Remus matched James and Lily as well as he could, stroking himself to fullness in three seconds flat thanks to the sounds, smells, and partial visuals. This was wild and terrible and something he’d never do if he were fully awake and thinking properly. But he rather fancied the idea of coming only when they did, so he had to work hard not to go any faster.

             There wasn’t much room for Remus’ hand, where it was, but just enough for it to move up and down. It was awkward and restricted, but that was sort of half the fun of this spontaneous wanking session. He tried not to analyze it, for fear of getting back to the guilt of watching in the first place, and just concentrated on staying silent and enjoying the scene.

            It looked as though James might be having similar problems with his movements. He kept leaning to the side into the back of the sofa, which slowed him down. But Lily’s hands rubbed up and down his back, sweeping gently at first, then digging fingers in to massage and knead. And this made James get right back into the rhythm.  

            “Faster,” she whispered finally, hands on his arse again to help direct him.

            James shook his head. “Don’t want to hurt you.”

            Remus smiled but held back his laugh, as he suspected Lily was doing as well. He’d been through the same thing with Sirius, early in their relationship. “Hurt me, James. That’s the whole point. That’s what I want to feel.”

            Remus loved those words. His cock throbbed with excitement. He was ready at least a half dozen times, but had to keep backing off. It was actually sort of fun, jerking himself around like that, at least more fun than he’d have guessed. He liked the control he had over those urges which were usually so demanding. Served them right for that wet dream a week ago, or those terribly distracting daydreams in class.

            James sped up, moving a bit hesitantly at first. But once he realized Lily wasn’t going to break, he went faster, pounded harder, plunged deeper. She gasped and grabbed at him, giving small, high-pitched, throaty sounds every time he went in. Those sounds, apart from being utterly sexy, made it easier for Remus to keep up the speed. Remus was exceedingly grateful to Lily for making James go faster. He was practically bursting and begging but liked to remind himself that his orgasm was up to the unknowing James.

            Urgency hung thick in the air everywhere. Urgency and heat. Remus could feel the heat rising in him, from the embarrassment at being so turned on at this and from the orgasm just waiting to be released.

            James was thrusting. Remus was stroking. Lily was gasping. Tension and anticipation built until James gave a hard thrust in and stayed in. He froze and moaned softly, with his mouth closed or muffled by Lily’s hair or lips or something. Then he relaxed and collapsed onto Lily’s chest, out of Remus’ sight.

            But by then, Remus had no need to watch. His cock was tightly nestled in his pants and his hand as he came. He rested his forehead against the wall and bit his tongue to keep from crying out. The pain only added to the sensation, which he savored for as long as it lasted.

            “Did you…” Lily asked, bringing both James and Remus back to their senses. Remus thought it a particularly silly question as he could tell from where he was what the answer was. But perhaps the protection spell worked so that she couldn’t feel when he ejaculated, so Remus gave her the benefit of the doubt and tried again not to laugh.

            “Of course,” James said, sounding tired. “Did you?”

            Remus did not hear a reply, but he guessed what it was by James’ next, suave statement, “Well… let me help you out with that, then.”

            Remus decided this was where he would draw the line. As James moved about, sliding down along her body, Remus backed up the stairs as quietly as he could. When he felt it was safe, he turned and walked up as normal.

            He went to the bathroom again, cleaning himself off with some toilet tissue instinctively, then performing one of the spells. He used the facilities while he was there, realizing how much water he’d had earlier. And he smiled at himself in the mirror as he checked to be sure he looked all right. There was such private satisfaction as he remembered what he’d just done, what he’d just gotten away with. Sirius would be proud of him if he were actually to tell Sirius, which wasn’t going to happen.

            He emerged from the bathroom to find himself face-to-face with James. “What are you doing here?” James asked defensively, worriedly.

            “Ah, using the loo,” Remus said plainly. “I needed a drink and needed to go.” He tried again not to smile, and was not altogether successful. He made it clear that he noticed that James was wearing his school clothes, and that they were significantly more wrinkled than normal. “And you?”

            James shifted his weight nervously from one foot to another. “Same,” he replied quickly.

            Remus could have very easily taken the mickey out of him without letting on about what he saw. But Remus wasn’t that kind of friend, and memories of the teasing at breakfast were still fresh. “Goodnight, James,” Remus said, faking a yawn. He wasn’t too far away from a real one, though.

            “Right then. Night, Remus,” James said, slipping past him into the bathroom.

            Remus slipped back into bed with Sirius. He pressed himself into Sirius’ back and wrapped an arm around the sleeping Sirius, who did not even stir at the movement. Grinning slyly to himself, and feeling exhausted, Remus fell back to sleep.