G is for Gamble
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"Read 'em and weep!" He slammed the hand of cards down onto the table. A royal flush, his fifth that night. The rest of the players groaned and folded. Smirking triumphantly, he pulled the assorted goods towards him. Chocolate frog cards, licorice wands, a picture of James' mum, real leather Quidditch gloves, the loot was good.
"I've had enough for one night." Remus tossed his cards onto the pile and picked up his small treasures. "And I suggest all of you turn it as well." Remus wasn't one for cards usually, but the full moon had passed recently and he was feeling grateful towards his friends. His bets had been small, a free grammar check on the next essay or a piece or two of his chocolate.
The other boys were going all out and Sirius had managed to rack in most of the prizes. But it was getting late now and Remus made his way towards the warm bed waiting for him. Peter had managed to take home a whole lot of nothing and followed behind Remus, a permanent scowl on his face.
Soon the common room was empty save for one troublesome pair. James leaned back in his seat and eyed Sirius' pile with jealousy.
"You want them back?" Sirius asked nonchalantly.
James snorted and pushed away from the table. "You wouldn't give them to me even if I did."
Producing a ruck-sack from thin air, Sirius stashed his winnings into it and waved it in front of James face. "I'll make you a bet. You win, the lot is yours. You lose, and I get more pictures of your mum."
The disgusted look on James face said it all but a flicker of curiousness passed in his eyes. "What's the bet?" James was a brave man of sorts. He could score any shot in Quidditch on a cloudy day, he could sneak past professors well past curfew, but Sirius' bets were always a line no one was willing to cross.
Sirius looked deep in thought before a gentle smirk came to his lips. "I bet you can't get Remus to sleep with you."
Remus, oh their dear friend Remus. The quiet unnerved type summed him all up. He was untouchable, sacred, almost holy. Remus was a territory you just did not trespass on.
The look on Sirius' face was serious and James knew he meant business. James shifted uncomfortably, mulling the idea over. Within Sirius' loot was James prize Quidditch gloves. He thought he had that hand but when Sirius once again upped them all, the gloves were out of his grasp.
"Deal."
James knew he was taking a gamble as he climbed the stairs to their dormitory. There was the slim chance that Remus would hex him into the next generation.
When he reached the room, Remus' bed curtains were pulled tightly shut. The stone floor was cold against his bare feet as he silently made his way towards him. Pulling his wand from his robes he murmured a silencing charm and quickly disappeared behind the curtains.
Remus lay, breathing shallowly. He was not yet asleep, but not quite awake. As soon as the weight on the bed went down Remus' eyes snapped open. He shifted over, giving room to James. "You scared me."
James smiled gently and leaned over the boy, placing a gentle kiss on his lips. "Sorry to wake you love," he murmured quietly before sliding down to lay beside him.
Remus smiled into the kiss and snaked his arms around his lover. Letting a contented sigh slip from his lips, he pressed his face against James chest. "You haven't told Sirius about us have you?" He asked after a moment's silence.
Kissing the top of Remus' head, James shook his. Rough hands slipped under the blankets and found their place on the sandy haired boy's hips. Pulling him closer, James pressed their hips together and tilted his head down to kiss Remus once more. "He's clueless."
He kissed back for a moment before pulling away. "I missed you..." Remus sounded nervous. He was not used to showing his affections openly, especially not to someone he cared deeply about.
Soft fingers stroked the scarred skin and James leaned in to kiss Remus' neck. A choked whimper slipped through Remus' lips and he squirmed gently, trying to rock into James.
"J...James..." the moan was half whisper and it sent shivers up James' spine.
Busy hands made quick work of Remus' pajama pants and they pooled at his ankles.
"Right now?" Remus gasped as a hand wrapped around his semi-hard cock. "W...What if the others hear?" His questions went unanswered as the warm mouth of James Potter covered his quivering member.
Remus bucked his hips and a vulgar word slipped from his lips. No one except James knew that Remus had a dirty mouth in bed. Noisy moans tumbled from his mouth and he dug his fingers into James scalp.
"S..Such a whore P..Potter!" He tilted his head back and moaned louder as the boy's talented tongue stroked his aching dick. James could feel it throbbing and pulsing inside his mouth and he braced himself, taking him deeper inside.
"A..Ah! You are such a slut James Potter! T..take my dick inside your mouth and s..suck me harder!!" James was never more grateful for silencing charms then he was now.
He continued his teasing actions, stroking the pulsing veins and rubbing his tongue over the boys slit, tasting the salty tang of his pre-cum. He knew Remus was close by the way his talking became filthier as he bucked and moaned. Whore. Slut. Cock-sucker. Those were only a few of the pretty names Remus enjoyed calling him while being pleasured.
He couldn't help but laugh at his lover, their friend. If the others only knew that their Remus, their quiet, often times shy Remus had a mouth that would put Sirius to shame.
Sliding his hands onto Remus' hips, James held him in place and continued his assault on his dick until the hot sticky cum was pouring into his mouth. He swallowed every last drop and slowly pulled off the limp flesh. Staring down at Remus' flushed, embarrassed face, he placed a soft kiss on Remus' lips before curling up beside him.
It didn't take long for Remus to fall asleep and James quietly slipped from the bed while lifting the charm.
"Read 'em and weep."
~fin~
