"Holy shit Sirius, you won! You actually won," James hollered, hugging Sirius tight as he stared in complete disbelief at the scoreboard.
Sirius had skied fourth to last, landing ever jump and trick with ease, even sticking his backwards landings, a feat that often tripped him up badly. Then he'd had an agonizing wait as the top three skiers went, two Russians and a Norwegian. And somehow he'd beaten them all. One had a lower technical score and the last two touched the snow on their landings. And now he was an honest to god Gold Medalist. Sirius could hardly breath.
The two runner ups walked over to shake his hand and congratulate him as James whooped and ran across the snow with the British flag like a maniac for his friend's victory. Sirius looked around, watching as cameras closed in on his reaction and reporters began to make their way towards him. He gave a few automatic answers to questions he could hardly remember in his dazed state before making his way toward the edge of the crowd. And there, smug and shaking his head, was Remus.
Sirius gasped as the other man hopped the fence, grabbed him by the neck and kissed him soundly. Kissing him back seemed as natural as breathing as Sirius buried his gloved fingers in the other man's hair and pulled him close. When they parted they were both smiling like idiots.
"I didn't get an Olympic record you know," Sirius explained as he pressed his forehead to the other man's.
"I know, couldn't resist though," Remus replied kissing him again.
The hollars from the crowd finally permitted his ears as Sirius pulled away sheepishly, yet keeping an arm around Remus' slim waist.
"How did you do?" Sirius asked before more reporters could swarm.
"Second, silver," Remus replied, though with a smile. "Didn't fall on a single jump. Japan's was just better."
Sirius pulled him in for another kiss. "Damn, that's incredible though. I'll have to go back to my room and watch a replay."
"What you're not going to ask me out for a drink?"
"I distinctly remember you asking me not to try that move again," Sirius chuckled, attempting to duck away from reporters as he dragged Remus away.
"I guess I wouldn't mind so much now," came a warm reply.
"Then let's go celebrate."
"I thought you meant alcohol," Sirius asked as Remus nursed a hot cup of tea, although honestly he found it incredibly endearing.
"If I drink, I'll most likely fall asleep," Remus admitted, looking a bit longingly at Sirius' beer. It had taken them forever to get any drinks, the bars in the Village were slammed in celebration. During that time, both their phones had blown up, not only with well wishers, but friends and teammates sending the now viral video of their very public kiss. Although there was the expected hate, Remus and Sirius had decided to focus on the plethora of supporters who, not only had their backs, but thanked them for showing such open displays of affection and hoping it would be much more common in the future.
Both men had finally decided to turn their phones off after the barrage became overwhelming, deciding to focus on their victories instead.
"How are your feet?" Sirius asked, noticing Remus was leaning against a wall, keeping the weight from his right foot. Sadly there were no seats available or Sirius would have snagged one for the other man.
"Not great," Remus admitted with a sad sigh.
"I'm sure it's not how you planned to celebrate, but if you want to come up to my room and soak them again?" Sirius suggested. His eyes widened as Remus grabbed him by the arm and dragged him out the door.
"Mine's closer."
After a brisk walk Sirius found himself somehow standing inside Remus' room, a place he never imagined he'd be fortunate enough to be. He looked around, taking in neat piles of folded clothing and sequined skating costumes hanging on a rack in the corner.
"Roommate's out," Remus supplied as he turned on the water and filled the tub. With less trepidation than before, Remus stripped off his shoes and socks and sank his feet into the tub with a groan of happiness. Sirius quickly followed suit.
"I think we suddenly became LGBT ambassadors," Remus laughed, setting his phone by the tub.
"Nothing better than having two hot Olympians to represent a cause," Sirius said, flicking a bit of water at Remus with his foot.
"Here you go calling me hot again," Remus said, splashing back.
"I never said you were hot before," Sirius explained, his pant legs now soaked, "I said you were perfect."
"Oh. Right." Remus glanced at him before looking down at this own wet clothing.
"You might freeze if you keep that on," Sirius suggested, his heart hammering in his chest. He'd seen the look in Remus' eye, the hunger and want. But he wasn't going to be the one to make the first move. Not again. But he sure didn't mind nudging the other man just a bit.
"Ah, yeah. Purely for health reasons," Remus said, shucking his shirt off and over his head.
Sirius drank in his eyes first, a bit wary and nervous, before he scrolled appreciatively down to take in Remus' fit frame. Strong yet slender shoulders, defined arms, and a flat perfect stomach with hip bones that begged him to grab and hold onto for dear life. Fuck, Sirius felt himself getting hard already.
"You should take yours off too," Remus suggested, but Sirius simply leaned back and shrugged.
"My shirt's not…" Remus splashed him, "wet. Huh, that's odd," Sirius said with raised eyebrow before peeling his shirt off.
Remus started unabashedly and Sirius couldn't help but grin. He knew he was fit, hours upon hours on the slopes, at the gym, and running kept him in peak form. More built than Remus, muscular though not bulky, Sirius was proud of his body and from the catch in his breath, the blush on his cheeks, it looked like Remus appreciated it as well.
"Shit," Sirius whispered against hungry lips as Remus suddenly straddled him, almost causing the two of them to fall off the edge of the tub. But Sirius held on, one arm against the edge and the other firmly planted on Remus' incredible ass.
Remus kissed with as much passion as he skated. With a moan, Sirius tangled his fingers in Remus' hair, holding him tight, not willing to let the skater go for fear he'd gain some sanity and change his mind. But Remus only wrapped his thighs more firmly around Sirius hips, long cool fingers digging into the muscles of his back before tracing around to his chest and running up and down his pectorals. Sirius was in heaven.
Then he felt Remus begun to rock against him and he took it all back. This had to be a dream, a delusion, some kind of hallucination he was having after cracking his head open on the last jump. But when Remus' hard cock pressed into his stomach, Sirius knew this had to be real, because though he'd hoped and dreamed, he'd never once thought he'd get this far with the man he'd lusted after for four long years. And now, not only was he in Remus' room, but the other man had his tongue down his throat and his cock seaking friction against his own skin.
With one quick movement, Sirius stood, spun them, and placed Remus where he previously sat. Remus looked down at him with lust filled eyes as Sirius then knelt in the tub, warm water thoroughly soaking his pants, yet he was hard pressed to care about anything other than the gorgeous man sitting before him.
"Can I suck you?" Sirius asked, his voice coming out almost hoarse with need as he ran his hands up and down Remus' thighs. As if in answer, Remus spread them wide, leaning back but still watching Sirius, biting his lower lip as Sirius drew his hands up farther. He then palmed Remus through his trousers, pressing firmly against the solid bulge of a confined cock and tight balls.
"Don't you dare stop," Remus commanded and Sirius was only too happy to oblige. His fingers found the firm outline, tracing it against the wet fabric, feeling the other man's erection twitch under his ministrations as he spread his legs even wider. Then with a hasty movement, Sirius pulled down the other man's zip and pushed the cloth aside as Remus' cock sprang free.
"Fuck," Sirius marveled as the beautiful sight of Remus' cock arched up, flushed and heavy and unbelievably long. Sirius swallowed hard. Remus wore some tight outfits for his skate, but he never imagined he was hiding all this beneath it. There was no way he could fit even half of it in his mouth, and Sirius was no stranger to deep throating.
"Problem?" Remus asked as Sirius sat there in stunned silence
"Quite the opposite," Sirius replied before leaning in and taking a taste. He slid his tongue around the head then in a long line up the shaft, ending right where he'd begun.
Remus was gripping the base with one tight fist, a look of concentration overwhelming his features as he fought the need to buck his hips. With one hand above Remus' own and the other kneeding at the skater's thigh, Sirius ducked his head to take Remus down his throat. He felt Remus twitch in his mouth, his cock thickening on his tongue as Sirius sucked him hard, giving the other man the suction he so craved.
Sirius decided he could do this all night. Though his jaw was quickly getting sore from the ample mouthful, the amazing needy sounds emanating from Remus' throat, the salty taste of precum, and the incredibly erotic feel of that giant cock in his mouth had Sirus more turned on than he'd ever been in his life. His own erection strained against his soaked pants, begging to be played with, longing for the touch that would bring about release. Yet Sirius didn't give in, he wanted so much more from this encounter than a blowjob and a wank.
Lifting his hips off the rim of the tub, Remus couldn't hold back as he pushed his cock into Sirius' mouth, fucking as far as Sirius allowed as he gasped and moaned with his head thrown back in ecstasy.
"Damn you're good at that," Remus muttered, pulling at Sirius' hair with a free hand. "You make me...I'm so close."
Sirius pulled off with a pop, saliva and cum mingling in his mouth before Remus could finish. When Remus groaned in frustration and continued to jerk himself off, Sirius stilled his hand.
"Not yet, please."
"I'm so...so close," Remus whined and Sirius pushed up, placing a hand on each thigh and kissing him soundly.
"I know, but wouldn't you rather come with that massive cock up my ass?"
Remus had to grab himself hard to keep from coming on the spot, causing Sirius to smirk. His dirty mouth had brought off many a man, literally and figuratively, yet he didn't want Remus coming prematurely. At least not tonight, before he got what he really wanted.
"Come to bed and fuck me," he whispered in Remus' ear, causing the other man to shiver.
"God yes," Remus replied, standing quickly. Sirius could not help but lick his cock once again, quickly, just enough to make Remus moan before he too stood.
Both men quickly stripped in far too much a hurry to take the time to disrobe one another in any kind of seduction. They wanted one another too much for such a dance tonight. Remus pulled Sirius onto the bed, allowing the skier to straddle him once again, but this time fully naked and able to appreciate one another's bodies in the height of physical perfection. Slight hands skated up Sirius' torso, running over tight abs and grabbing at his hips before pulling him close and gripping his ass. Sirius moaned as their cocks touched, the heat and hardness and want of their flesh made known. Rocking close, Sirius gasped into Remus' mouth, kissing him boldly before Remus trailed his mouth down Sirius' throat in a heat that made its way straight to his groin.
"So are you going to fuck me or what?" Sirius said with a smirk, his chest heaving when Remus glanced up to meet his eyes.
"What do you think?" Remus replied shaking his head. "Can you get...by on the table?"
Sirius glanced over to the nightstand and saw some of the lube and condoms handed out to all the athletes. When the most beautiful people in the world came together, there was bound to be sex, so it was best to make it safe. Sirius grabbed a condom and the lube before settling back into Remus' lap. Before he could squeeze the lube onto his fingers, though, Remus grabbed it from his hands.
"Here, let me," Remus said, slicking his fingers before trailing them along the cleft of his ass.
"Do it," Sirius ordered as he shivered, a mixture of anticipation and the cold slick on his heated skin.
"Have you...this isn't your first time right?" Remus asked tentatively, pressing at his entrance softly, testing and not yet breaching.
"It...it's definitely been awhile. I usually top."
"Oh, I mean we can switch if you…"
"No!" Sirius practically shouted, looking down at Remus. "I want you so bad, please Remus, you have no idea how much I need your cock in me now."
Remus nodded, swallowing down his misgiving as he pulled Sirius in for a kiss. Just then, Sirius felt a finger enter him, stretch him, slowly and carefully. He rocked into the touch, relaxing as it began to feel good, to make his cock harden further. Remus continued to work him open, soon with two fingers, followed by a third, until Sirius was gasping and begging for his cock.
"Do you want to lay down?" Remus asked, stroking Sirius' hair from his face and running his thumb over the skier's kiss-plumped lips.
Sirius shook his head. He wasn't much of a passive partner and wasn't about to start now. "No way. I'm riding your cock."
Remus groaned into his mouth before pressing his forehead to Sirius', his breath coming hard and fast. "Then fuck me Sirius."
With one hand behind him, steadying Remus' condom-sheathed length, and the other on Remus' chest, Sirius began his descent. That engorged head was so much thicker than any fingers and Sirius took his time adjusting, biting his lower lip. Just like in competition, he told himself he could do this, reminding himself how good success would feel when he'd finally taken Remus inside him. After another rock of his hips, Sirius felt Remus enter him, the fat cockhead driving a path deep inside him, pressing against every nerve ending and pleasure center as he slowly sank down farther and farther on it.
"You feel so amazing," Remus gasped, gripping Sirius' ass tight, kneading the muscles as he pressed soft kisses to his heaving chest.
"You feel bigger than you look," Sirius replied, his brow furrowed as he continued to take Remus in. He wasn't lying when he said it had been awhile since he bottomed. It had been years, honestly, and he hadn't much liked it. But seeing Remus naked, with that glorious cock, something came over him, taking over his senses and filling him with an overwhelming desire to have Remus deep inside him.
Now he did not regret his decision one single bit, but when Sirius looked down to see he had only taken Remus in half way, he swore and almost gave up.
Sensing his frustration, Remus pulled at Sirius' neck, bringing him in for a quick hard kiss and staring into his eyes. "Here, let me."
With a start, Sirius felt Remus buck his hips, arching slightly into him, not penetrating deeper, but changing the angle and making him see stars.
"Fuck yes, there!" Sirius groaned, clenching down as Remus pegged his prostate over and over, barely able to take a breath as passion overwhelmed him completely. He arched his back, spreading his thighs as Remus drove his cock in, feeling that thick heat inside him, stretching him with the sweetest burn possible. Only when Remus backed off, slowed down, did Sirius look down to find himself seated on Remus lap, having taken his cock fully inside in what was undoubtedly a miracle.
"Now your turn," Remus said between pants, "Ride me Sirius."
Not needing a second bidding, Sirius took to task with fervor. With his arms bracing himself on Remus' legs, Sirius lifted himself before dropping back down, sinking over Remus length over and over, filling himself as both men cried out in unison. Sirius was shaking with need, his cock bobbing against his stomach, precum spilling forth despite being completely untouched.
"Let me make you come," Remus whispered , grabbing Sirius' hips and taking over their dance of need.
And with that simple act of letting go, Sirius felt himself on the edge, knowing there was no possible way he could make this last any longer. He tried to hold back, to reign in his orgasm, to give Remus more pleasure as that thick cock filled his ass, yet it wall all to much too quick. Without any stimulation to his aching cock, Sirius came harder than he ever had in his life. He wreathed and arched against the pleasure, riding Remus as he sought to milk the moment for all he could, gasping and cursing as hot cum shot forth from his cock to coat the skater's flat stomach.
Unable to do anything in his sated state, Sirius fell bonelessly forward on his shaking arms as Remus ran his hands up and down his heaving sides.
"If it's too much, we can stop," Remus said gently as he soothed the other man. But Sirius wasn't having any of it.
"No please, Remus," Sirius begged, "show me you want me."
Sirius missed the fleetingly pointed look Remus shot him before the skater grabbed him, flipping Sirius on his stomach, pinning him to the bed. Long fingers trailed his spine, touching Sirius lightly, reverently, before kissing a path downward. And just as quickly those hands were on his ass, parting him before the press of a cock along his cleft made its way back. Then Sirius felt fullness once again, that thick head sliding in with much more ease though he cried out and tightened around the intrusion nevertheless. Tender kisses along his neck caused him to relax, allowing Remus to drive in, one smooth motion that left Sirius gasping, his own spent cock twitching to life once again against the bed.
He could feel Remus begin to pick up the pace, the width of his cock stretching Sirius over and over, pulling out to make him gasp at the emptiness before breaching again. His nerves felt heightened, overstimulated in his post orgasmic state, each ensuing thrust almost becoming too much. But Remus was right there with him, moaning Sirius' name under his breath, kissing his skin, worshiping his body as his movements became erratic, unable to hold back his passion.
With a loud cry that almost startled Sirius in its intensity, Remus came, cock thickening within him before pressing in hard and deep once more, melting against Sirius' heated skin. He could feel Remus' heaving chest against his back, his lower body held between his spread thighs as shuddering breaths escaped the other man.
Finally Remus seemed able to regain enough strength and composure to move, sliding carefully out of Sirius' body and rolling off to the side of the bed.
Sirius heaved himself to one side, watching as Remus lay with an arm up over his eyes, panting and boneless. Was he allowed to crawl over and touch him? Did Remus like to cuddle after sex, or did he simply consider this a one off and wanted Sirius out now that his needs were sated? Sirius had no idea what to do.
After a minute of Remus not saying a word or moving a muscle, Sirius' nerves got the better of him. With the last of his strength he pushed himself off the bed and made a mad dash for the bathroom. There he sat on the edge of the tub still trying to wrap his head around what had happened. His thoughts were a mess. While he'd finally got exactly what he'd wanted for four long years, it wasn't enough. He couldn't leave these games with this hollow victory. And he needed to get out now before Remus gave him a placating "This was nice," or a mollifying "We should do this again sometime."
"Sirius?" Remus said through the door. "You've been in there for five minutes. If you don't answer I'm going to have to…"
"Yeah, hold on," Sirius said, taking a moment to pull on his soaked pants before opening the door.
"Oh," Remus said when he opened it, "You're dressed."
Sirius nodded as he pulled down his shirt. "Yeah, figured I should get out of your hair."
"Why?" Remus said bluntly after a pause.
"Because," Sirius took a breath to organize his thoughts, "Because I thought I wanted this but now I don't."
"So...you regret sleeping with me?" Remus asked in complete confusion.
"No, I mean. It's just... this is it, isn't it? And I thought I was alright with that. Just a one off, shouldn't mean anything right?"
"Sirius," Remus said shaking his head. Grabbing Sirius by the hand, he pulled the taller man to sit on the bed beside him. "Sirius, I don't do one night stands. I mean I have, but I don't anymore. Do you know what I'm saying?"
Sirius thought he did but he wanted to hear more. "But, you're you. You can have anyone."
Remus chuckled through the logic. "And you're you. Never thought your ego was this fragile Black."
Sirius shook his head with a frown. "So what? It's not like we even train in the same countries. Would we just see one another every four years? Have our not-one-night-stands?"
"Well," Remus said, clutching his hand, "Maybe I should've told this sooner. My coach is retiring. I've got a new one. In Switzerland."
"Wait, that's where I train!"
"Yes, I know. I can google too," Remus chuckled, running his thumb over the side of Sirius' hand.
Sirius' mind was reeling. Remus would be in Switzerland, with him? And wanted…
Laughing softly, Remus kissed his cheek before leaning over to whisper in Sirius' ear.
"I hope you'll buy me lots of chocolate roses there."
