In a London House

Remus\' first reaction when he saw Harry sitting on the couch in the drawing room, was to turn around and flee, but he stopped himself just in time.

He was a Gryffindor, after all. He must have some courage for the Sorting Hat to have put him in the house of the lion.

So instead Remus closed the door behind him, and walked towards one of the empty chairs in front of the fire place, opposite the couch. He put his cup of tea down on the small side table, and managed not to spill anything despite his trembling hands. Then he lowered himself in the chair, arranged the ancient scrolls he wanted to study in his lap, and took a deep breath.

Harry seemed to be ignoring him. He had his eyes glued to a book in his lap – his Herbology textbook, Remus noticed when he cast a quick glance at the object of his repressed desires.

He could do this. He could sit in the same room with Harry, while they busied themselves with homework and research, like the civilized wizards that they were. Remus was so busy telling himself all these things that he didn\'t notice Harry looking at him.

Harry was staring at him.

Remus looked up, and frowned.

Harry kept staring, his glasses slowly slipping down his nose.

His heart hammered in his chest, and for a moment, Remus was at a loss of how to handle this situation. But he was the adult in the room. If anyone was to address the matter at hand, it was him.

\"Harry,\" he said, and Harry started, as if he\'d forgotten that Remus was there, lost in whatever daydream sixteen-year-old boys had.

Best not to think about any kind of dreams now, Remus thought while he gave Harry a warm smile.

\"Harry, I think we need to talk.\"

\"About what?\" Harry sounded anxious, Remus noticed.

\"About...certain things that have happened this past week,\" Remus said, carefully choosing his words. \"I\'ve noticed that you seem to have taken an interest in me.\"

Harry blushed and looked down. Remus tried not to remember that Harry\'s cheeks had looked a same shade of dark-pink when Harry had been touching himself in front of the mirror in the bathroom.

\"Harry, you are a wonderful young man, but it wouldn\'t be appropriate for me to –\"

\"But you think about me as well,\" Harry interrupted, a spark of defiance in his voice and Remus found himself staring into Harry\'s bright, green e


\"Pardon me?\"

\"You think about me when you...I saw you yesterday. In Sirius\' room. You said my name while you...um...\"

\"I won\'t deny that, Harry,\" Remus said, feeling his own cheeks burn. He\'d hoped Harry hadn\'t heard him, but apparently Harry had been very aware of what Remus had been doing. \"But that doesn\'t change anything.\"

\"Yes, it does.\" Harry pushed the book off his lap and lowered himself to the ground. Remus\' breath hitched, images of his dreams flashing through his mind, Harry naked and crawling towards him.
houghough this time, Harry wasn\'t naked. He was crawling towards Remus, though.

\"You think about me. And I think about you. A lot,\" Harry whispered, raising himself to his knees in front of Remus\' chair. \"I just want to touch you. And you to touch me.\"

\"No,\" Remus said, and cursed himself when his voice wavered. \"This must stop right now.\"

\"But it hasn\'t even started yet,\" Harry said, giving Remus an insecure smile while he rested his hands on Remus\' thighs. Remus lowered his own hands, to push Harry away, but couldn\'t move Harry\'s hands off his legs, could only cover them with his own.

Remus began to suspect that he was fighting battle he couldn\'t possibly win.

\"I just want to touch you.\" Harry squeezed Remus\' thighs, worming himself between Remus\' legs. \"And maybe kiss you.\"

\"Harry,\" Remus breathed, and then couldn\'t say more because there were lips pressed against his own. Harry stared at him with wide eyes and slowly moved his lips across Remus\' before pulling back.

\"Harry,\" Remus tried again, but all Harry did was pull off his glasses, and then he kissed Remus again. This time it was more urgent, more daring, and Harry ran his tongue across Remus\' lips, and Remus could do nothing but open his mouth and meet Harry\'s tongue with his own.

Harry kissed as if he was afraid Remus would disappear any minute, and Remus smiled against Harry\'s lips. He pulled back, gently cupping Harry\'s face.

\"Sshh,\" Remus breathed, feeling Harry\'s panting breaths against his moist lips. \"There\'s no rush.\"

\"I want this so much.\" Harry looked at him pleadingly, and Remus caught his lips in another kiss, taking the lead now, showing Harry how to move their lips in a gentle rhythm, how to engage their tongues in a playful dance.

Remus\' body had already taken an interest in things around the time Harry had crawled towards him, so when Harry leaned against him and rubbed across his hard cock, Remus couldn\'t holdk a k a moan.

Breaking the kiss, Harry looked at Remus curiously, and a rather devious smile tugged on his lips. \"You want me,\" Harry whispered, stroking his hand up Remus\' thigh. \"You\'re hard.\"

Remus could hardly protest that, so he gave Harry an almost apologetic smile. \"So it seems.\"

\"I\'m hard too.\" Harry pressed his groin against Remus\' thihalfhalf-leaning in Remus\' lap. \"You make me so hard.\"

For a moment, Remus was convinced he was dreaming again, because never in a million years had he ever expected Harry to say such things to him. But it was all so very real. Harry\'s hand cupping his hard cock through his robes. Harry\'s warm body leaning against his own. Harry\'s erection pressing against him.

\"We really shouldn\'t be doing this,\" Remus tried again, his breath catching in his throat when Harry started tugging on the buttons of his robes.

\"I don\'t care,\" Harry said firmly, pulled Remus\' robes open and slid his warm hand inside Remus\' boxers.

\"Oh,\" was all Remus could say when he felt slim fingers close around his cock. Without thinking, he pressed his thigh up against Harry\'s groin, and moaned when he felt Harry push back against it, riding it.

And then Harry\'s lips were back on his, and he was lost in an urgent kiss while clever fingerrokeroked his prick, and Remus vaguely hoped that no one would barge in since he hadn\'t locked the door. But that thought was soon buried under an onslaught of new and familiar feelings, welcome and unwanted all at the same time. Harry pushed against him, his groin warm and smooth against Remus\' leg, and his hand coaxing Remus to surrender and give into the pleasure that was quickly building in his sac.

\"Remus,\" Harry gasped, and shuddered against him, pressing his face against Remus\' shoulder.

Remus sucked in a sharp breath. \"Oh god,\" was all he managed when his orgasm hit him, and he felt his cock pulse against Harry\'s hand, warm release staining his boxers and his heated skin.

Slumping against him, Harry stayed still for a few moments, and as he slowly came down from his climax, Remus wasn\'t sure what to say or do. Then Harry snapped his head up and looked at Remus with a horrified expression on his face.

\"I\'m sorry,\" Harry blurted, pulling back and almost falling down. Stumbling over his own feet, Harry managed to stay upright, and he quickly backed away from Remus. \"I\'m so sorry.\"

\"Harry, wait!\" Remus pushed himself up, intent on stopping Harry from running away, but his robes were still opened and he was very much exposed. Glancing down, Remus tried to button himself up with trembling fingers, and when he looked up again, Harry was gone.