Sorry about the delay guys, I am seriously running ragged here! I have so many major tests and stuff coming up…you'd think that, approaching May and all, the workload would be slowing down, but it gets bigger by the second! Also, I haven't given up on any of my other stories (many of you have asked about infatuation) I just don't have the time to write at all…this has been written painstakingly over the past month or so, so be nice…I know it's short. Anyways, on with the normal bits and pieces!
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BOXERS OR BRIEFS
refresher:
"I just, um, was going to speak with you about something, but now doesn't seem like a good time."
"Sure it is," the other slurred, already drifting off to sleep again. "Now's…" he yawned. "Now's perfect."
"Later, Lupe. Later." With that, Lily turned and walked down the hall, Severus in tow, leaving the other three to deal with their slumbering friend.
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And now,
Chapter Three: Burning Inside
Remus slept for the rest of the morning, and for half of his afternoon classes. In fact, he only just made it to Double Defense on time, and on an empty stomach. That night, Sirius and James removed the bandage from Remus' head, checking for any infection. They were surprised to find his scalp completely healed, and their friend without pain.
"Guess Snape really does know a thing or two about brewing potions," James mused, looking surprised.
Remus chuckled. "Well, duh, he's even better than Professor Tuppleton, and she's supposed to be the best and oldest alive."
"Oh. She's the best?" Sirius asked, looking surprised. "But I thought she was just a crazy old bat."
"Uh, no. Sorry, guys, but I'm feeling kind of beat."
"Remus, you should have said something sooner," Sirius admonished. "To bed, to bed, right now, and I don't want to hear another peep out of you."
Rolling his eyes, Remus complied, climbing into bed and shutting his curtains tight. However, he didn't drift off to sleep for another half hour, thinking sleepily of the meeting to be held tomorrow.
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Remus climbed out of the steamy shower stall, eyes
still groggy with sleep. Slipping back
into the dorm room, he looked over his clothes, trying to find something to
wear. He'd forgotten, after all, that
today was "Free Form," a day where students could pick and chose what they
wanted. At least, he'd forgotten until
Sirius had bounced into the dorm, dressed in blue jeans and a raggedy tee. James followed in similar fashion, sporting
khaki shorts and a red long-sleeved shirt.
In fact, his two rambunctious friends were awaiting his arrival in the
Common Room so they could go to breakfast.
Grabbing some baggy blue jeans and a long-sleeved black shirt with
silver streaks heading vertically down both sleeves, he quickly changed,
yanking on his favorite boxers. Running
his fingers quickly through his golden hair, he snatched up his books and made
a dash down the stairs.
"Read-y?" Sirius asked as he whirled around, voice fading when he caught sight of his friend. He let out a wolf-whistle. "Damn, Remus, looking sexy today. Which cute young bird are you trying to charm, anyway?"
The other blushed. "I'm not trying to charm anyone." James wiggled his eyebrows suggestively and Remus gave the two a shove towards the portrait hole, scowling as he followed.
Breakfast was a colorful affair, with all students taking advantage of the fun day, getting into the spirit of spring. The three sat down in their usual seats, and morning commenced as usual. Sirius and James wolfing down their food while flicking cereal at each other. Peter eating as much as his friends but with more style. Remus himself grabbed a banana, his fruit choice of the day, and slowly began to peel it, lost in thought. Before he knew it, he'd eaten the whole thing. Dazed, he looked up, and caught his friends staring at him, as well as some others.
"Fuck Remus," James hissed, coloring. "What the hell was that?"
"What was what?"
"Shit Sirius, do you believe this? He's pretending to have no idea what I'm talking about."
Sirius didn't respond, he was too busy trying to get himself under control. Remus was about to demand that someone explain to him what the hell was going on (as well as why a half-dozen strangers looked like they wanted to eat him alive) when he suddenly felt dizzy, everything around him going blurry.
A hazy heat enveloped him, swallowing him, caressing him, taking him in whole. His heartbeat sped up, pumping faster and faster, the thumps loud and obnoxious to his over-sensitive ears. He was aware of nothing and everything all at once, and his body flooded with the feeling.
Remus gasped as he felt the heat pushing at his skin,
singeing his heart, his soul, his mind, to the very tips, and he burned with
the intensity of a thousand bon-fires. Is
this hell? the werewolf wondered vaguely, glancing
around him. The Great Hall was exactly
the same as always, but then it wasn't, too. Thousands of chattering voices
beat on the walls of his skull, thudded on his eardrums like a drum line in
competition. The amber-eyed teen was
delirious with it, whatever it was, the fervor multiplying on itself as every second passed, pushing Remus
to the brink of something terrifying and wonderful all at once.
Suddenly icy cold pierced his flame-induced daydream, and Remus focused his empty gaze on his friends, all whom looked very concerned. The ice caressed his arm again, and he shifted his focus to the fingers stroking his inflamed skin, following the fingers to the hand, then the wrist, up the tanned arm, over the cloth covered shoulder and the seductive dip of the collarbone, the full corded throat, the strong jaw line, the full lips, the prominent nose, and his own amber swirls dove into an ocean of deep blue, into the eyes of Sirius Black.
The forgotten fingers stroked again, gripping harder, tighter, quicker, as the worry on his friend's face deepened. Remus moaned huskily, battling the urge to either yank his arm away or press into the innocent touch. The sensuous contact immediately vanished, and Remus moaned again at the loss of the feeling. Lust bloomed desperately in his veins, surging down to his waiting loins, his jeans tightening in an exhilarating way. He whined, searching blindly for contact, for release, for anything, but couldn't seem to grasp a solid object in his obscure state. He felt weightless but held down by the growing need to be set free. He whimpered softly, pathetically.
A voice smooth and soft as black velvet called out to him, causing the mist clouding his mind to evaporate into swift clarity. "Moony…what's wrong, Moon?" He was no longer aware of everything all at once, leaving his body feeling like an empty shell. The voice, familiar this time, called again. "Moony, you're scaring me. Come back to us, Remus, please come back."
With Sirius' voice, his body filled again, no longer drowning in a sea of heat but no longer empty and wraithlike. He felt the raging hard on pulsing against his pants, and had the decency to blush a brilliant scarlet. What in the flying fuck was that? Remus wondered, panicked. Oh god, this is the most mortifying moment of my entire life. I've got to get out, I've got to get out. Oh!
A wave of desire flashed through his senses like wildfire, and he subconsciously rocked his hips as fast as possible, eyes widening in both horror and pleasure as his dick rubbed deliciously against his boxers, the friction so slight and teasing that he knew he had to have more.
Remus focused again, yanking his mind from the numbing pleasure to the stares of his friends. He forced himself to still the motion of his hips as he met James' winking hazel eyes, eyes that were clouded over with concern. Peter was biting his thumbnail, his pale, watery eyes wide with fear. And Sirius…
Oh god, Sirius is sitting next to me. He knows what I was doing to myself! This thought was punctuated by a groan. If you don't look at him now, he reasoned desperately, then you will never look at him again. Turning slowly, Remus once again followed the path from the fingertips to his best friend's eyes.
Sirius was breathing heavily, his breath puffing softly out of his mouth, which
was slightly ajar. His eyes were a
heavy, almost black shade of midnight blue, his pupils dark and huge in the
depths. Shock was the only emotion Remus could detect, and he turned away, feeling first the
shame and fear, and also, faintly, the scream for release.
Remus cleared his throat huskily, subtly waving his wand as he summoned a glamour charm to shield his engorged shaft. "I…I have to go," he breathed, shooting to his feet.
He was already halfway down the aisle when James' startled baritone grabbed his attention. "Remus! Where are you…what just happened?!"
The golden-haired teen scurried out of the Great Hall, ignoring the protesting calls coming from James and Peter. Sirius remained silent.
Every step he took was both agonizing and glorious, and it was all he could do not to collapse right there in the hall and relieve himself. Mere self-control saw to it that he reached the nearest lavatory, and he slammed hastily into Moaning Myrtle's bathroom, grinding the lock into place. Breathless and heaving with the exhilaration, he slid bonelessly to the chilling, damp floor and shoved his hand into his tented pants, choking on a moan at the first heated contact.
"Yes," he hissed, his thumb tortuously circling the tip of his hardened cock before sliding up to grip himself at the base. Stifling his cry of pleasure, Remus steadily began to rub his fist up and down his dick, fingers sliding smoothly against the heated flesh. He wailed erotically as his pants constricted further, and desperately, the werewolf fumbled with the zipper to his jeans, sighing in relief and yearning as his cock sprang free, nearly drawn up to his stomach in want. He whimpered and his hand sped up, torturously bringing him to the brink of gratification, holding him teetering on the sharp, stabbing edge as he burned in satisfaction, in the pure, ultimate ecstasy before falling blindly into the sleepy warmth and harmony of completion. With a howl of true, undying pleasure, he collapsed limply into oblivion.
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Okay, so what did you think, really? I was trying to make it as erotic as possible, but I'm a vigin smut puppy, so…what's the public's response?
I will try to keep up with my writings more. Until then, ta!
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