Of course, perfect Remus is bang on time for Transfiguration. I watch him make his way over to us at the back of the classroom. He has slight shadows under his eyes, which is understandable after just a couple of hours' drunken sleep. His sandy hair is slightly wet - he must have had a quick shower.
I start to bite my lip again, imagining what he might look like under his robes...he's always been so secretive and protective of his naked body. We've shared a dormitory for six years now and although the rest of us go topless during the warmer months, he always has a t-shirt and gets changed behind his curtains.
I shake off the thoughts, remembering that I'm in class. Remus sits down on my left - James is to my right. As Remus leans down to get his books out of his bag, he breaths, "Guess what I did in the shower?"
My eyes widen as I stare at the board at the front. I swallow noisily and risk a glance to my left. Remus is smirking, also looking ahead. I look down at my parchment and shakily start writing down notes from the board. He does the same. The rest of the class drags on. Every so often Remus' leg brushes against mine under the table - I'm sure it's happened before but it never used to make me shiver.
I involuntarily start tapping my foot on the floor and Remus puts his hand on my knee. I stop tapping immediately. I'm barely breathing. His fingers start to circle my knee-cap and I clench my teeth. Then they start gliding up my inner thigh. I gasp, earning myself a raised eyebrow from James. I grimace and shake my head, looking ahead again. Remus doesn't let up at all.
His fingers get so high up my leg that I can't stand it any more - I reach down and grab his hand, put it firmly on my knee and hold it there. I look up at him. He's watching McGonagall but he's shaking with suppressed laughter.
I pout. He's not being fair. I turn to face the front again but see James staring at me out of the corner of my eye. I can't even look at him.
Remus and I stay like that - just holding hands under the desk - for the rest of the class. The bell rings and we gather our things and put our homeworks on McGonagall's desk on our way out of the room.
I'm actually proud at how normal I'm able to act, walking down the corridors beside Remus, but of course, inside, my heart is pounding, butterflies are fluttering in my stomach, and to be quite honest, my dick is throbbing despite the effort I'm making to keep it down.
Next class is History of Magic and I'm careful to sit between James and Peter. Of course, it doesn't really help because now I have two hours of not listening to Binns and have nothing else to do but think about Remus. I glance over at him periodically, sitting on James' other side, making notes on Binns' lecture.
How can he look so calm? It's like I've switched places with the simpering girls I sometimes have to put up with. I want him so bad. I need to start playing hard-to-get. No, scratch that. I just need to not make my reactions so obvious. And I should tease him right back. I spend the rest of the lesson imagining what I could do to him...
When we break for lunch, James tugs Peter's arm and starts dragging him towards the Great Hall saying, "Come on, I'm starving," before looking at me and nodding his head towards Remus who's still packing his bag. James winks and disappears out the door. I'm a bit bewildered. What does he think is going to happen between here and the Great Hall?
I linger awkwardly, waiting for Remus to put away his notes. He finally swings his bag up on his shoulder and grins at me. I smile back, biting my lip.
We start making our way down to lunch, taking our time. We don't even really speak, we're just grinning stupidly, catching each other's eye every so often and nudging each other.
My heart suddenly starts racing. He's been teasing me all morning. It's my turn. I don't even think it through. I wrench open the door of the nearest broom closet and grab his sleeve, pulling him into it and closing the door.
Once we're in total darkness, I find hold of Remus' shoulders and ram him against the door. I slide the strap of his bag down his arm and throw it into the corner with my own.
"Sirius, what -" he starts to hiss, but I cut him off with my mouth covering his. We start kissing feverishly, tongues dancing. I move my hand from his shoulder and start trailing it down his torso, eventually resting on his hip. He shudders and puts one hand on my back, digging his nails in, and puts the other in my hair.
I gently nibble on his lip and move my other hand to his other hip and start hoisting his robes up.
Remus gasps and pulls his head back, trying to catch my eye in the darkness. We both stay absolutely still, letting our eyes adjust to each other, the only sound in our little world that of our heavy breathing.
Suddenly, I can see him, eyes wide open, biting his lip, still with one hand on my back and one at the back of my neck. I stay in position with my hands on his hips. Eventually I see his face soften and his eyes twinkle. His teeth eventually loosen their hold on his lip and he leans in towards me again, brushing my lips gently with his then planting butterfly kisses all the way up my jaw.
I take this as consent and continue, pulling up his robes, getting them up past his hips and holding them there, snaking my arms right round his waist and pushing him harder against the door.
I kiss his neck, moving down to his shoulders, and sink my teeth in. He groans loudly and grasps at my hair. I run my tongue over where I've just bitten and gently start sucking it. I can feel his cock rock hard against my stomach and reach down, using only my fingertips, and slowly stroke it over his boxers.
Remus moans and it feels like he's about to rip my hair out at the roots. I grin into his shoulder and stroke him again, using a little more pressure this time. I feel his thigh twitch against the back of my hand.
I find the elastic waistband of his boxers and slide my fingers underneath it. I pull them right down and let them fall to his ankles.
I take the base of his shaft between my finger and thumb and run them to the tip. I swallow. It's a lot more impressive than it seemed when it was trapped by his underwear. It feels bigger than mine.
I grin again - my little bookworm - who knew?
I can't help myself, I wrap my whole fist around it and start to pump up and down very slowly. Remus starts writhing, his breathing getting louder. He pulls my face to his again and starts violating my mouth with his tongue.
My own cock is almost vibrating with need. This is so strange - this is one of my best friends! But it's so right. Especially since he seems to have noticed my own problem as he wraps his hand around it. I gasp at the contact but internally curse my robes being in the way.
He fumbles to get rid of them but I place my free hand on his wrist. A strange but exciting notion has come over me. I hold his wrist away and descend to my knees on the floor, his cock still wrapped up in my other hand. I let go of his arm and use that hand to hold up his robes while I lean forward and flit my tongue over the tip of his dick. He gasps and falls back against the door.
I use the tip of my tongue and run it underneath from base to tip then wrap my mouth around the head, tugging and sucking and running my tongue over the slit.
He groans. I glance up at him and see him staring down at me, mouth open, tortured expression on his face.
I grin cheekily (well, as best I can with his cock in my mouth) and take more of him in. I keep going, my eyes starting to water, until it hits the back of my throat. I then slowly start pulling it back out, sucking hard. Remus grasps at my hair with both hands. I wrap my fist around the base again and start pumping in time with my mouth sucking on the end, letting my tongue roll around the tip as I do so.
Remus' hands push and pull at my head in time with my 'ministrations', his breathing getting more and more ragged. Within a couple of minutes, every muscle in his body seems to tense up. His grip on my hair is quite painful but I keep going. He starts shuddering and I feel a jet of warm, sticky liquid hit the back of my throat. I gently pull on the end of his cock with my mouth, making sure I get it all and swallow noisily.
When Remus' hands finally release my hair, I sit back on my feet, grinning triumphantly and look at his face. His eyes are popping and he blushes when he catches my eye.
I let his robes fall back down and use them to pull myself back up to my feet in front of him. He gently runs his fingers through my hair and pats it down. He clears his throat. "So...that was...um...wow," he whispers.
I grin. "Glad you enjoyed it." I love how flustered he looks. I turn to get my bag from the corner but he grabs my arm and pushes me into the wall. I put my hands out to stop myself getting a broken nose.
Remus comes up behind me, wrapping his arm around my chest, his other hand pulling up my robes.
My heart is racing. I try to turn and face him but he's holding me tight and growls softly in my ear. He puts his hand down my boxers and grabs my dick. I gasp.
Suddenly I'm clutching at the wall for support. I never realised before - Remus is taller than me, too. Talk about showing dominance. It must be the werewolf in him. I'm so turned on right now.
Remus keeps a tight hold around my chest, pushing his hips against my backside, pumping my cock harder and faster, making my knees shake with the effort of staying upright.
Remus - my friend Remus - my incredibly beautiful, secretly dominant, sexy friend Remus is jerking me off. I grunt as I feel the climax coming. I feel his still-hard erection through his robes against my ass and I explode, coming hard, plastering the inside of my boxers.
Heart beating as though it's trying to escape my chest, I rest my forehead against the wall and fight for breath. Remus lets my robes drop and wraps his other arm around me, nuzzling his face into my neck.
I turn hesitantly but he allows me to turn this time and rubs his nose against mine.
"Remus, where has all this confidence come from?" I ask shakily. He grins and says, "It's been here all along, I've just never had a reason to show it before."
I frown. "Yesterday you went off and got drunk because you were worried I didn't even like you, but today..."
Remus hangs his head slightly but then looks me in the eyes. "Let's just say I had an epiphany. Plus, I've gone three years repressing the urge to jump on you, I didn't think I could stand one more day." He tousles my hair playfully. I duck around him and retrieve our bags. I hand him his and say tentatively, "Three years? Really?"
He laughs. It really is a beautiful sound. "Not in a creepy way. I've liked you for ages but I wasn't perverted about it. Maybe just the odd wank were I've thought about you..."
I try to hide my smile. To be honest, I'm not very comfortable in my soiled underwear. I turn away from Remus, pull out my wand and place the tip of it into my boxers. "Scourgify," I whisper. Much better.
"Okay we've got about twenty minutes left to get lunch," I say, checking my watch.
"After you," says Remus, opening the door. I step out of the broom closet, blinking in the sudden light coming in through the windows. I turn to watch Remus close the door behind us. His hair is dishevelled, his lips are puffy and swollen, and his cheeks are rather rosy. I grin, knowing I probably don't look much better. He smiles back, the widest, happiest smile I've ever seen him wear, almost knocking the breath out of me.
We start making our way to the Great Hall, both of us smiling like idiots. I look at him just before walking through the doors. He looks right back at me and says, "Best hangover ever."
I laugh. "Trust me, they're not all like that."
We line up to get lunch and head to the Gryffindor table where Peter's sitting alone. Part of me is glad that I don't have to look into his eyes, knowing he'll realise straight away that something must have happened. But I am curious so I ask, "Where's James?"
Peter gestures huffily up the table. James is sitting with Lily. Lily Evans. They're eating together. And talking. Not shouting, talking.
Remus and I stare at each other, bewildered. How bloody long were we gone?!
We press Peter for more details but he just says, "She came over and asked if she could talk to him and he couldn't get away from me fast enough." He stabs at a piece of steak with his fork.
I frown. She approached him? The mystery deepens...
But before I can speculate any further, Peter asks moodily, "Where have you two been anyway? I've been sitting alone for the past half hour."
Remus avoid each other's eyes. Knowing that Peter wouldn't believe the truth if it smacked him in the face, I simply said, "We went for a shag."
Remus' eyes near pop out of his head but I just wink at him. Peter doesn't even bat an eyelid. "Funny," he says. I pop a bit of lamb in my mouth to stop me from laughing. At least it got Peter to shut up, now we can study James and Lily, try and guess what they're talking about. Lily's being civil - she even looks slightly worried.
Aw well, I'm sure James won't be long filling us in later. In fact, it's going to be a long evening now that he's got new material regarding Lily to talk about.
Hey guys, I had posted up this chapter in a hurry but didn't like it so I've edited the ending slightly, hope you don't mind! Next one will be up within the week. Keep reading and reviewing :)
