Title: Merry Month, Moony! Part 17
Author: Kate of Kintail
Fandom: Harry Potter, Marauders Era
Rating: R
Pairing: Sirius/Remus
Disclaimer: JRK’s characters and I get nothing
Warnings/Kinks: wanking in public (sort of)
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: 2,093
Part 17
“Despite what your mother relates to me in her letters regarding your summer transformations, Mister Lupin, I cannot fail to notice that your transformations seem to be getting easier with age.” Madam Pomfrey applied the last of the lotion-soaked bandages to Remus’ scratched and bitten body. She quickly pulled the dressing gown down into place. “Don’t you think so?”
Remus did think so, but could not explain to her that age was not the mitigating factor. He could not, of course, offer his solution to others in his situation without revealing the illegal magic his friends performed regularly and without admitting to breaking many rules himself. So Remus avoided the question with a yawn.
“I still want you to take the day to rest,” she instructed. “And perhaps overnight as well. It’ll be quiet here today as there aren’t any other patients, so you should try to get as much sleep as possible in order to recover faster.” Werewolf wounds, even the self-inflicted types, were not easily fixed with magic. Because so little was known about them due to the stigma surrounding the field of studying the dark creatures, there really wasn’t much more that healers could do but bandage a patient up and tell them to wait until their bodies healed themselves.
She placed a glass and pitcher of water on the table by his bedside, along with the book he’d brought along with him the night before so he’d have something to read to pass the time today. Obviously, it wasn’t that book, but that didn’t mean the concept of masturbation was lost to Remus at the moment either. “Thank you,” he said, and waited for her to leave and go into her office to do some work.
The problem was, Remus wanted to wank at least once today and didn’t know how he was going to manage it. He was limited to the hospital ward, which did include a bathroom. But the idea of jerking off into a toilet was far from appealing to him. Not to mention that, if it took him a while (which it was bound to, given his fatigue) Madam Pomfrey might become suspicious or concerned (or, most likely, both) and check up on him before he was finished.
Remus fell asleep before he worked something out, not even needing the soothing words of the novel he’d brought to help him shuffle off to the dreamscape.
*
He awoke around lunchtime, and only then because the house elf who brought his meal of toast, eggs, soup and tea was especially loud with the tray. Remus opened his eyes they regarded each other for a moment. Then the house elf grabbed his gigantic ears and wrung them apologetically. It popped back to the kitchens in the shame of being noticed as a good house elf should not be. Knowing Madam Pomfrey would scold him if he did not at least try the food, Remus managed to choke down a piece of toast, a few spoonfuls of eggs, and half the soup. His head hurt and his skin was crawling, itching as scratches scabbed over. Remus was much more tired than he was hungry, but he didn’t feel much like sleeping at the moment.
Madam Pomfrey came out of her office, bustling around a little. She took an inventory of the contents of the cupboard by her office, then checked on Remus since she saw he was awake. She changed a few of the bandages which were very nearly bled through. Then she pushed him into eating more soup and promised to leave him alone so he could get more sleep. The moment she was gone, he gave up entirely on the soup.
He lay on his back, thinking about this for a little while. It would be at least an hour before a house elf came for the tray and dirty dishes. And Madam Pomfrey wasn’t going to bother him for a while, either. For all intents and purposes, he was alone. And, in theory, alone meant he could do a little wanking. The only problem was that he was in an incredibly large and white room where, if someone walked in, he would be spotted instantly. And it was entirely possible that someone might walk in. There were always random people needing to visit the hospital wing. A student falling off a broomstick… a sudden virus… an accident in one of the classes that a professor couldn’t reverse alone… the possibilities were endless.
It wasn’t as though Remus hadn’t wanked in public already… but standing in a stairway in a dormitory in the middle of the night was much different from lying out in the open in hospital during the day. Anyone could find him. Anyone could see him.
And Remus had never been harder in his life thanks to that thought.
Immediately his hands snuck under the sheet and blanket, tugging his white dressing gown up over his erection and to his chest. His fingers deftly avoided touching his injuries, navigating over and around the bandages, finding his cock and taking hold. He touched it gently, taking his time. He the head of his cock press against the cool sheet, and he grinned at the mew and rather thrilling sensation. Were he not covered in bandages, he might have liked to go completely naked beneath the crisp, clean hospital sheets.
The thought of being caught wanking and naked was simply intoxicating. He wondered what Sirius would say if he could see Remus now. His body, from head to toe, rocked with every thrust into his hand. His toes curled and his head pushed back, sinking deeper into the hard pillows. His arse left the bed as his thrusts became stronger, harder, more desperate. More than ever before, he really wanted a good wank. He wanted it because of where he was and what doing it here meant. And he wanted it because it just felt that good.
As he had done the previous morning, Remus slipped his other hand down below. He stroked his balls tenderly, then stuck a finger inside himself. He gasped, having not really prepared himself for it. He’d intended to put in two or even three, enjoying that full feeling it brought. But he did not make it that far. One finger was all it took, that and the stroking, to make him come. Quiet moans filled and echoed through the large, otherwise empty room. He stroked until he’d drained himself dry, and then even a little more as he slowed rather than stopping all at once.
A great shudder and a sigh seized him. And he was smiling with satisfaction and pride. Madam Pomfrey poked her head out not a moment later. “All right there?”
Remus nodded, sure that anyone might have been able to guess what he’d been up to. But she sounded innocently unaware. “Just fine,” Remus replied. “Had a bit of a dream. Better now.” Better but exhausted, and he could not fight the yawn sneaking up on him. She gave him a nod and let him be again. Remus barely had the sense to wipe himself off before falling back to sleep.
*
Remus woke at a gentle nudge, and saw Sirius hovering over him. “Budge over.” Remus scooted over in bed and Sirius got in next to him, snuggling up but being careful not to hurt Remus. “How’re you doing?”
“M’okay,” Remus replied. “Kind of sleepy I guess.” Remus snuggled back, resting his head on Sirius’ shoulder and chest as a pillow. “And glad to see you here. She wants to hold me overnight again.”
Sirius wrapped his arm around Remus, gingerly touching his shoulder at first and then holding on when Remus did not wince and pull away at the touch. Madam Pomfrey had stopped protesting when it came to Remus having visitors. Unless Remus had visible cuts on his face or hands, pretty much everything else was hidden from view. And Remus always seemed in such better spirits when his friends were present for part of his recover, especially Sirius. So she let Sirius spend some time there.
“You just rest,” Sirius said, stroking Remus’ shoulder. Then, out of the blue, he thought to say, “There’s no need to worry about wanking today. I think it’s only fair to let you skip a day.”
Remus smiled. “Actually, I already tossed off today,” Remus said with some amount of pride.
“Really?” he asked incredulously. “How? Where?”
“Right here,” Remus said, nodding down towards the bed. “It was quite a rush, wanking where I might be walked in on.” Sirius looked so impressed that Remus added, “Do you want to have a go? I wouldn’t mind watching. And I could let you know if I heard anyone heading in.”
Sirius considered it for a moment, then shook his head. “Thanks, though. Wouldn’t want to… move in on your adventure.”
Remus chuckled. “Scared, are you?” Remus asked. He tisked Sirius a few times. “I’m surprised at you, Sirius. You, the proponent of wanking turning down a perfectly good opportunity for a good, kinky wank.” Sirius apparently did not know how to answer. “Must I dare you?” Sirius hesitated. “Double-dog dare you?”
Sirius cracked a smile, unable to pass up a double-dog dare while lying in bed beside Remus. After all, Remus already knew what monthly resolution would be null and void if it came to that. “All right,” he whispered. Remus reached down and cupped Sirius’ crotch, noticing that it was already growing hard as well. This wouldn’t take much time and effort, Remus knew. “Keep an eye and an ear out for me?” Sirius pleaded, sliding his hand under his robes and down into his trousers.
Remus could promise an ear, but his eyes were both occupied as they watched Sirius touch himself. The movement under the blanket was rough and mysterious, but anyone would be able to guess what Sirius was up to. Remus, however, did not need to guess. He was still pressed up against Sirius’ side, head resting on Sirius’ chest. He heard Sirius’ heartbeat pick up and breath go shallow and fast. He felt the man pumping quickly, whole body giving little shakes. He reached out and tweezed Sirius’ nipples through his shirt, making Sirius whimper and catch himself because of the sound.
Remus guided Sirius’ head towards his, and Sirius muffled his gasp and groan into Remus’ hair. He rode the orgasm out to its conclusion, but the moment it was done, his cheeks flushed and he hurriedly composed himself so no one would be able to tell what he’d been up to. “I think…” Remus said softly into his ear. “I think that was even hotter to watch you do than it was to actually do, myself.”
The flush died down at that comment, and Sirius’ characteristic grin replaced any worry. “Guess that’ll give you something to remember next time you’re wanking, huh?”
Biting his lip, “Sirius?”
“Mmm?”
“I… think there’s something wrong with me.”
Sirius sat up immediately, concern flashing through his face. He looked as if he were about to bolt for Madam Pomfrey.
With a shake of his head, “About wanking, I mean. I’ve tried a lot of different things so far, and there are still a bunch want to try. But I can’t seem to… orgasm… without thinking of you.” He left out the part about James and Lily.
“And what’s so wrong with that?” Sirius asked, settling back down into the comfort of pillows and blankets and Remus. He was clearly flattered.
“Well, masturbation’s supposed to be about self-love, right? It’s supposed to alleviate dependence on a sexual partner. Yet, it’s like you’re right there with me, sometimes.”
“Oh, Remus,” he chuckled. “What have you been reading?” Remus gave him a sheepish smile. “Removing physical dependence is what you’ve already managed. And look at you, getting so bold with it! But there’s no restriction to what you should be thinking about when you’re tossing off. If you want to think about shagging some ideal sex god, go for it. And if you want to think about me, which is practically the same thing don’t you know, you’re more than welcome to. Whatever makes you feel good, Remus. It’s all about you. All right?”
Remus nodded and, relieved, relaxed against Sirius. Worn out and tired from both that and their night last night, they both fell to sleep. And when Madam Pomfrey checked up on Remus, she did not have the heart to wake either of them.