A/N: I just realised most of this story will be sex. I'm sorry I am trying to resurrect a type of plot but it will mostly be sex and worrying about sex and settling down in to a relationship that is more than just sex. I am sorry. I should have expected it since its based on a Mills and Boon Sensual Romance book.
And again thanks for all the reviews, I do enjoy them so much. They brighten my day and I like to know when you think I'm going in the right direction or when I'm way off.
Disclaimer: I was inspired to write this story after reading a Mills and Boon romance book, the plot and title are taken from that book. The book is Just a Little Fling by Julie Kistler and I do not have anything to do with this person other than buying her book. I did not make any money off this story and never, ever will.
They went down to dinner, Remus having sent Sirius to his room to retrieve a fresh set of clothes and Sirius promising to pay for whatever he'd ruined. Everyone was already seated and talking or drinking. Remus heard the distinct drop in conversation when they entered the room and he wondered again why he'd decided to come downstairs in stead of staying put in the bedroom and calling room service.
There was some pointing and whispering but this was silenced by a swift look from Lily, she waved them across to the largest table where she, James, Peter and the Weasleys where already on to the second bottle of wine.
Remus took the seat besides her, and Sirius the seat beside Peter who had already claimed the seat next to James. James was already looking decidedly drunk and very happy, his arm slung around Lily's shoulder.
"Hello, Remus." Lily said softly, a wicked smile on her face, "Its so good you and Sirius could join us after all."
Remus could feel the blush spreading over his face and down his neck, he gave Lily a look which he hoped would have been threatening but just made her laugh. Across the table Sirius was also laughing at him, Remus dropped his eye to the table cloth feeling humiliated.
And then, finally, the soup was served. Dishes came and went – a cucumber salad and poached salmon and new peas and potatoes – and everyone seemed to be talking at once, with questions about Molly's pregnancy and Peter's new job at the ministry. James started flicking peas across the table at Sirius, which started gales of laughter when he retaliated by throwing rolls. Remus was glad no one was talking about what had happened on the stairs this morning, in fact they all seemed to be pointedly not talking about it which also worried Remus.
By the time the delicious orange and chocolate desert arrived Remus had worked himself up into such a state worrying he could hardly taste what he was shoving into his mouth. He felt Lily's hand grab his beneath the table and he looked at her questioningly.
"Calm down," She whispered, "Nobody cares apart from Molly and I've already had a good talk with her."
Remus cast a quick glance across to Molly who was sneaking her husband's desert out from under his nose as he argued over something with Peter and onto her own plate.
"Oh." He said softly. Lily let go of his hand and patted his knee before turning back to her drunken husband who was absentmindedly throwing the little strawberry that had garnished his desert at Sirius, Sirius was beginning to tire of defending himself against James's continuous onslaught and gave Lily a pleading look.
"I think James is tired." Lily said even as James opened his mouth to argue with her, "Its late, lets call it a night shall we?"
"Yes, lets" Molly said.
As easily as that they cleared the table which left Remus, Sirius and Peter to casually play with forks, drink the last of the expensive wine and avoid looking at each other. Finally Peter excused himself and hurried off in the direction of the gardens leaving Remus and Sirius very much alone.
"Lets go to bed, hu?" Sirius said, standing up and pushing back his chair. Casually he took Remus hand and led him up the stairs. It wasn't until they where halfway down the hallway that Remus put the brakes on.
"Sirius," he entreated, digging in his heals, "I know where this is going, and I still don't think…"
"What? That we should share a room?" Sirius's grin was crocked and adorable as he caught Remus by the waist and spun him around in the middle of the corridor, slamming him into the wall.
And then he tickled him.
"Hay!" Remus laughed, swatting at his hands, "Sirius, stop it." It only took a few seconds for Sirius to capture both of Remus's hands in one of his and pin them high above his head, and to keep up the tickling assault till he could barely stand it.
"This isn't fair," he protested. But Sirius didn't seem to care. Remus was past laughing and into hiccups now. "I'm still not sleeping with you. I don't care if you keep this up for hours – you still have to go to your own room and I'll go to mine."
Sirius's fingers grew more gentle, and the he switched to kisses, barley brushing his lips over Remus's cheeks and the tip of his nose. One hand still clasped both of his out the way, but his free hand crept under Remus's sweater and up the soft skin there to tease the nipple till it peaked hard into his palm.
"Sirius…"
"Who said I have sleeping in mind?" he whispered, blowing into Remus's ear, making him shiver. "Who says I don't want to fuck you right here in the hallway?"
"You can't."
"Oh, yes," He said roughly, "I can."
He shoved Remus back against the wall, greedily finding his mouth, releasing his hands as he lifted him off the floor. Remus didn't mean to kiss him back. He didn't mean to tangle his arms and legs around him. But he did. Somehow his trousers ended up bunched around his knees, he ripped open Sirius's shirt and Sirius pushed his sweater up over his head and arms, casting it away, fully exposing him.
"Fabulous," he murmured in a low, think voice that almost undid Remus.
Trapped between him and the wall with his skin pressed to Sirius's, torso to torso, hip to hip, he was already skating on the edge of incredible pleasure.
But…
"Wait, wait." Gasping for breath, "We can't…in the hallway, I mean. What if someone comes?"
"We're the only people up here." Sirius's voice was low and unsteady as he assured him, "we're all alone up here."
"Okay."
Sirius's mouth covered his once more and his hands peeled Remus's underwear down, squeezing his arse, urging him nearer and nearer. Oh, Merlin. They were actually going to do this in the hall-way. He'd never felt this turned on in his life. He twisted to reach for Sirius's belt, for the buckle, dying to get this moving. As Sirius's trousers pooled around his ankles, Remus moaned, rubbing up against him. He was so ready, why wasn't Sirius doing anything?
"Stop." Sirius stiffened. "Do you hear that?"
Remus didn't hear anything but his own heartbeat, pounding in his ears. But then he heard it too. Voices. Low, intense voices, coming up the stairs and heading for the hallway.
Their eyes met. What now? Remus was still dizzy from desire and in no condition to get his clothes together or crawl twenty feet down the hallway to the bedroom. And yet they could hardly stay where they were.
The voices grow louder.
Just as he was about to hyperventilate, Sirius wrapped his arms tightly around him and hurled both of them though the nearest door. A storeroom.
It was large as storerooms went put barely big enough for two people. They where still stuck together, still excited and trembling. Remus was about to say something when Sirius dumped him onto a self full of sheets, spun around, ducked far enough into the hall to grab his trousers and Remus's sweater and came careening back in.
Quickly, he pulled Remus back into his arms. He kissed him hard and fast and then her him there, secure in his embrace. Remus had no idea if this was a protective gesture, in case someone opened the storeroom door, or if he was just too far gone to rein in his libido completely.
Breathing heavily, trying to get himself under control, Remus could make out two voices now. One was Lily's.
His fear of discovery, and his curiosity over what Lily was doing in the hallway when her room was the next floor up, mixed in a crazy way with the heightening adrenalin and desire still running through his veins. He wiggled against Sirius, just a little, enjoying the idea that he could torture him for once and that Sirius could do nothing about it in the confined space.
"There's nobody here. Just an empty hallway." Lily said.
"Wanna do it right here?" That voice belonged to James and Remus had to hide his head in Sirius's neck to stop his laughter being heard. What was it about this hallway?
"No, we might wake someone up. Lets go outside in the garden."
"The bench in the garden?" James sounded perplexed, "I thought you said you got a splinter"
"No, no. I meant the gazebo. No one will see us there."
James chuckled. There was a muffled thump against the wall and then another, fallowed by an audible groan.
The storeroom was hot and Remus was dying from sexual frustration. Sirius had one hand pressed to his chest, tweaking his nipple, pinching him and deliberately plaguing him until he wanted to scream in frustration. If Lily and James didn't vacate the hallway in the next five seconds, Remus swore he was going to climb on top of Sirius and take him anyway.
Footsteps. They were leaving. Thank God, they were leaving.
He grabbed Sirius at the precise moment Sirius grabbed him, pushing the last scraps of there clothing out of the way. Sirius pressed him back into the shelf, kissing him, caressing him as he wrapped his legs around him.
It was mindless. It was marvellous.
And Remus wanted more.
He couldn't believe he just fucked Remus in the closet. Of all the ironic places.
Towels, sheets and pillowcases had toppled from the shelves and spilled to the floor and they hadn't even noticed. His mind had been on one single thing – to fuck Remus, rough and fast.
It was lust, pure and simple. Good old, healthy lust. Two people pushed beyond endurance by the combined force of their own frustration.
That was his story and he was sticking to it.
"Are you okay?" He whispered, pulling back enough to survey the damage. He didn't know why he was bothering to keep his voice down after he'd growled Remus's name and Remus had shouted his loud enough to have woken the people on either side of the storage room. Not to mention the fact they'd pounded on the wall loud enough to wake the dead.
As he gave Remus a quick once over he saw that Remus's face was flushed and his mouth a little puffy from relentless kisses but otherwise he looked none the worse for wear, much to Sirius's relief. This was just what he'd been wanting between them, just sex with no strings so why was he creating strings by fussing over Remus when it was over? Why was he so afraid he'd bruised Remus's skin as well as his pride.
"Remus, you sure your okay?"
"I'm fine," Remus smiled lazily, looking shagged out and Sirius couldn't help but smile at his dazed expression. "Can we try this again, maybe take a little more time, on a bed perhaps?"
Sirius sagged with relief. He really was fine, and what's more he didn't seem angry or upset about the fact Sirius had persisted, in fact he wanted to do it again.
"Sure." Suddenly full of energy, Sirius slid open the door enough to check the hallway and make sure there wasn't an angry, sleep deprived person waiting to bash his head. Luckily there wasn't, the hallway was empty.
"All clear," he said out loud. "Let's go."
With Remus's hand in his, scooping up their various bits of clothing, he darted out of the closet and off towards his room, victorious against Remus's scruples.
TBC