Title: Merry Month, Moony! Part 18

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

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: 1,411

 

Part 18

 

            There was a certain spell in the book that Remus had been dying to try ever since he came across it, figuratively of course, during his first read. And as he had to return the book to the library sometime today, there was no time to lose.

 

            He flipped through the pages, pausing at a few as though he were memorizing their contents before he had to part with the knowledge, until he found the spell he wanted. But before he performed it, there was more he had in mind.

 

            Remus scrambled to the edge of his bed and leaned over in order to fish around in his trunk. While his knowledge of Sirius’ body was extensive, his memories strong, and his imagination vividly active, a few images certainly did not hurt. After all, it was what he wanted.

 

            The pictures were courtesy of Peter’s camera and a picnic the four of them had taken by the lakeside a few years back. It was, in Remus’ opinion, one of the happiest days of his life. Warm and sunny, they’d eaten and talked and played about as was usually for boys their age; the normalcy in and of itself was a thrill for Remus. But they’d also spent the time planning their first major adventure to take place during the next full moon night. James, Sirius and Peter had all finally mastered the illegal animagus transformation and it felt to all of them as though even the one night Remus wasn’t fully in his right mind or form was now open to them for their usual sorts of mischief and fun. There was excitement and joy brimming over in every photo.

 

            More importantly, at least for Remus’ purposes at the moment, was the fact that he and Sirius had just begun to think of each other as more than friends. As such, they’d been unable to keep their hands off each other. In every photo there was a hand on a thigh or a hand sliding up a shirt.

 

            In one, Sirius sat back against a tree and Remus lounged back against him, each pair of hands on the others’ hips. Remus could as good as feel Sirius’ thighs against his sides now, and a hard cock pressing against his rear, strong enough to be felt through layers of fabric. He could imagine Sirius’ hot breaths against the back of his neck.

 

            Remus rubbed the back of his neck and rolled his head about, loosening up and starting to feel aware of his body again.

 

            In another, Sirius lay with his head in Remus’ lap. Remus was sprinkling petals like raindrops over Sirius’ side and face. They were laughing and Sirius’ nose was twitching; it wasn’t until later in the even that they’d discovered Sirius had a bit of an allergy to those flowers, and then it was Remus’ handkerchief he used anyway. Remus could almost feel the weight of it in his lap now, heavy and hard, pressing against his erection and so close he could suck Remus off with just a turn of his head and a zip of his pants.

 

            Remus unzipped himself now and shoved his pants down to his knees. His cock was hard and, in amusement, he watched as he made it bob up and down once, as though greeting his hand.

 

            In yet another photo, James was explaining the part of the plan where the three Marauders snuck out to the Shrieking Shack to get to Remus. The picture had no audio component, and Remus was not the best at reading lips. But he could tell that was what James was talking about, based on the wild hand gestures James was making. Remus and Sirius were sitting next to each other, eyes on James as though listening with all their attention. However, Remus’ hand was on Sirius’ inner thigh, index finger stretched out and resting on the bulge in Sirius’ trousers. One of Sirius’ hands was hidden from view and behind Remus, but Remus remembered that Sirius had it down the back of Remus’ trousers. That cool touch had made him want to squirm, but he had restrained himself from doing so in public.

 

            Remus wasn’t in public now. He squirmed around and lay back on the bed. He could see his cock over the rise and fall of his chest. And he could still see the book. The words were as beautiful as their meanings, and the spell slipped off his tongue as he tap-tap-tapped his wand thrice upon his cock.

 

            The result was instantaneous. It felt like hands sliding up and down his cock, pulling at his prick and kneading at his whole crotch. Remus closed his eyes, savoring the unpredictability and unfamiliar technique of his invisible lover. Remus’ hands rubbed his thighs and he opened his eyes to look at the pictures.

 

            The pictures weren’t even really sexual in nature. And they certainly weren’t as purposefully erotic as the images in Sirius’ wank mags. But they made Remus tingle everywhere. And, as he felt his cock being stroked for him, the pictures sent pleasurable bursts through him.

 

            Smiling, happy Sirius was irresistible to watch. Those dancing, grey eyes. Shaggy, jet black hair. Thin, kissable lips. Creamy skin and muscular arms and that was always around his neck but refused to stay tied. That strong chest which could be seen because he was growing out of the shirt. His shoes looked too large for him because his body seemed to grow into his feet like a dog did. His Adam’s apple bobbed in one picture as he popped a malt ball into his mouth, and Remus stared at that lovely, long neck. His legs were bent in another picture, and Remus traced them up and down with his sight.

 

            Remus had only to give his balls a small tickle, the way Sirius liked to, to push him over the edge. Instead of easing the pressure, it propelled him to orgasm. The hands pumped every drop from him, then faded away to nothing the second he was finished. Remus lay on the bed panting and grinning and still looking at the pictures without a twinge of guilt… except maybe for the fact that Peter didn’t know he’d taken these pictures from his shoebox years ago. He had a feeling Peter wouldn’t mind if he knew, though. Did he really need more pictures of Sirius and Remus trying not to fondle each other in public?

 

            Sighing with pleasure, Remus’ eyes focused again on the words of the book. This was absolutely something he was desperate to try again, with or without Sirius, though the latter put a mischievous smile on his face. But the four words involved and the key to their proper pronunciation was not something he could easily memorize. And Remus dared not keep the book out of the library for any extra length of time. The last thing he needed was for Madam Pince to complain to someone that he had this book overdue.

 

            So Remus, hitching up his pants at least halfway as he jumped down and waddled over to his desk, got out a spare bound journal and quill. He jumped back onto the bed and began scribbling down all the necessary information. When finished with the one, it seemed foolish not to copy down another that had caught his attention. And he was certainly a fan of those cleaning charms, so he had to write down those as well.

 

            Stretching out upon his bed, head lazily on a pillow, his hand busily copied down the difficult-to-remember contents of the book, a few other things besides, and even started to make a list of various things he wanted to try in the future, lest he forget them.

 

            Remus stopped only when he heard footsteps in the stairway outside, stopping in front of the room. He slid the lot of items under his pillows, zipped up his trousers, and pulled down his robes. Then he curled up, pretending to be taking a nap, as was common in the days after his transformation anyway.

 

            He heard hushed voices and caught phrases of “Darn. He’s asleep” and “Should we wake him?” But, in the end, they did not wake him and he did not need to fake sleeping. Whatever it was they wanted him for would have to wait until he woke up… as would the next thing on his list to try.