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It Was Only A Kiss!
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Adult ++
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Chapter Four
Hiya! Thanks to all who are reviewing and reading. Comments are very much appreciated. The UST is going to be unbearable for a couple more chappies before the snogging begins. Patience! :)
Chapter Four
The full moon came all too soon and with it came an edginess that made Remus much less tolerant and easy going than usual. The others knew to stay out of his way during this time and had learnt from bitter experience to not plan any pranks. 'Remus the Prefect' took over 'Remus the Marauder'’s body just before the moon and house points were often snatched away before any one of them could try and talk him around to their way of thinking.
What Remus had never told anyone about this time of the month was that he was not only incredibly irritable and snappy, but he was also impossibly horny. It wasn’t usually something that came up in conversation - except for that one night when Remus admitted to Sirius that he was a little rougher around that time.
It wasn’t that big of a problem most months. His friends were overprotective around this time of the moon’s cycle (sometimes ridiculously so), and any interested girls were summarily shooed away with a ‘he’s not well’ offered as an excuse. He never had a chance to get close enough to one to get overly randy in inappropriate places.
But today - the day of the full moon - he found himself squirming uncomfortably in History of Magic as blood pumped fast through his body, pooling heatedly in his groin. The heightened arousal was caused not by any of the numerous sweetly scented girls scattered around the room, but, infuriatingly, by the smell of hair product and sweat that was wafting across the aisle to him.
A smell that was emanating from his best friend.
‘This is bloody ridiculous. Why, all of a sudden, am I hot for Sirius?’
It was that kiss, that bloody kiss that was ruining his life. He glanced at his watch, groaning softly when he realised there were still ten minutes left in the lesson; ten minutes until he could slip into the boy‘s toilets and quickly and, hopefully, quietly take care of his problem.
Sirius, sitting across the narrow aisle, looked at him in concern when he heard the soft groan of frustration and Remus smiled at him reassuringly. The ebony haired boy turned back to his notes as Binns droned on at the front of the class. Remus shifted again, aware of the tightness of his pants and thanking Merlin for the billowing fabric of his robes.
There was a soft thud and he looked down to see that a piece of tightly folded parchment had landed on his notes. Remus quickly put his hand over it and glanced around. He wasn’t concerned that Binns would notice - the man was so oblivious that he wouldn’t notice if everyone stripped and started shagging on the floor in front of him in a mass orgy - but Peter, who was sitting next to Remus in a drooling stupor would perk up if he saw his friends passing notes and want to read it with him.
He dropped his hands, now concealing the note, into his overheated lap and opened it carefully.
Moony
You look like shit. Are you worse than usual? What’s all the groaning about? You hurting?
Padfoot
Remus felt the corner of his mouth curl up in a smile and fought to keep the broad grin down. Of course Sirius was concerned about him - he was a friend.
That’s all.
Just a good friend.
He grabbed his quill and scribbled a note back.
Padfoot
Thank you. I’m always interested in updates on my appearance.
You’ll be pleased to know that not only do I look like shit but I also feel like shit. But no…it’s no worse than usual.
Moony
He was tempted to add ‘unless you count suddenly wanting to grab your best friend and shag him into next week as worse than usual’ but figured that might freak Sirius out a little. After another quick glance around, he tossed the note back across the aisle. Sirius closed his hand around it and opened it quickly.
Remus tried to pay attention to Binns but he was throbbing now, his hard cock restricted painfully in his pants. He fidgeted, shuffling to try and get comfortable on the seat then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw Sirius scribbling on the parchment, his pink tongue slipping out of his mouth the way it did when he concentrated…
Or just before he kisses.
He squeezed his eyes together tight, trying desperately to wipe the image of Sirius’ face moving towards his, that tongue wetting his lips…
The paper landed on his desk and again, he bought it down to his lap to read, almost moaning as his hand brushed over his hardened flesh.
Moony
You know I can always be relied upon to point out your faults and foibles.
You look a bit more…edgy than usual. More wolfy.
Padfoot
Edgy? That was a fucking understatement. If he thought for one second he could get away with it, he’d shove his hands down his pants and bring himself off here. It’d only take a minute or so…
He glanced over at Sirius who, to his surprise was staring pink-faced at Remus. Or, more accurately, at his lap where he was holding the note. And where his robes were pulled more tightly than he’d realised over his hard on - making the cause of his ‘edginess’ rather obvious.
Shit!
Remus quickly grabbed a handful of his robe and tugged on it, belatedly trying to cover the evidence. He looked back over at Sirius and saw that the grey eyes were now on his face, staring so intently at him that it wasn’t just his libido making Remus squirm now. Turning back to the note, he rapidly scrawled a reply and threw it back. Sirius frowned down at it as though Remus had just jerked off over it then carefully picked it up and unfolded it.
Padfoot
I’m fine. Don’t worry.
Moony
The bell rang and Remus leapt to his feet, grabbing his books and shoving them into his bag.
‘What’s your hurry, Moony?’
Remus looked over at a sleepy looking Peter and tried to smile. He kept his voice low as he said, ‘I’m busting for a pee.’
Holding his bag over his groin, he stepped out from behind the desk. ‘See you at lunch in a minute.’
He didn’t dare look at Sirius as he bolted from the classroom, walking as fast as he dared to the nearest loo and locking himself in a cubicle. He dropped his bag fast and slammed down the toilet seat, pulling his pants down as he sat.
His hand was cold on his burning shaft and he moaned as the contrast heightened his arousal. He closed his eyes as he stroked fast and hard, trying to bring up images of his last girlfriend, Mary, and how she felt all around him. With a little grunt, he remembered the feel of her soft skin, the taste of her mouth, the sensation of her black hair brushing against his face as they kissed.
‘Shit.‘
He felt a surge of both need and panic as he realised it wasn’t the blonde Mary he was imagining - it was Sirius. The feel of his skin as he entwined their fingers, the taste of Firewhiskey on his lips, his surprisingly soft hair tickling his cheek as they kissed.
Remus moaned again but was too far gone to try and erase the images from his head. He stroked his length urgently and it took even less time than he’d predicted - seconds - to bite down hard on his lip and arch up, coming in powerful pulses that made his eyes roll back in his head.
‘Fucking Merlin!’
He lay back against the wall panting for a minute as he tried not to feel like a pervert.
I just jerked off thinking about Sirius.
How had his life become so fucked up? One drunken snog and all of a sudden, he was a shirt lifter? There was a little twist in his gut that reminded him of something he always pushed aside but that over the last couple of days, had become much more difficult to ignore - that one time that he’d looked at Stephen Clark’s mouth and wondered…
Means nothing.
He grabbed his wand and cleaned up his mess before unlocking the stall, making his way to the sink. Just before he left, he stared at himself in the mirror, his forehead creased and blue eyes worried.
‘I like girls. I loved having sex with Mary. It was great.’
But then so was kissing Sirius.
‘Fuck. Fuckfuckfuckfuck!’
He banged his head into the mirror, punctuating every curse with a thud until he caught sight of a First Year staring at him in terror.
‘Sorry.’
He picked up his bag and made his way to the Dining hall, unable to look Sirius in the eye as he sat down across from him. As he stretched his legs out, they bumped against Sirius’ and both boys pulled back fast, slamming their knees into the bottom of the table.
‘Sorry, Pete.’
Remus smiled apologetically as the other boy grabbed hold of his wobbling glass. Suddenly, he wasn’t a bit hungry and decided to make his way to the Shrieking Shack a little earlier. He stood up and Sirius looked up.
‘Where are you going?’
Remus felt his face turning pink and he mumbled, ‘Shack.’
Sirius frowned but it was James who asked the question.
‘Why so early?’
Remus shrugged and stepped over the bench seat. ‘I’m not hungry and I’m tired. I’ll go and lie down for a while.’
Peter looked at his dinner then up at Remus. ‘Want someone to keep you company?’
Remus grinned. Peter offering to give up his dinner to keep Remus amused was the ultimate act of friendship.
‘I’ll be fine, Pete. Thanks anyway. You could take my stuff up to the dorm for me though.’
Peter nodded in relief, shoving a potato into his mouth. With one last glance at a guilty-looking Sirius, Remus gave them a wave and trudged off to wait alone for the moon to rise.
TBC...
Chapter Four
The full moon came all too soon and with it came an edginess that made Remus much less tolerant and easy going than usual. The others knew to stay out of his way during this time and had learnt from bitter experience to not plan any pranks. 'Remus the Prefect' took over 'Remus the Marauder'’s body just before the moon and house points were often snatched away before any one of them could try and talk him around to their way of thinking.
What Remus had never told anyone about this time of the month was that he was not only incredibly irritable and snappy, but he was also impossibly horny. It wasn’t usually something that came up in conversation - except for that one night when Remus admitted to Sirius that he was a little rougher around that time.
It wasn’t that big of a problem most months. His friends were overprotective around this time of the moon’s cycle (sometimes ridiculously so), and any interested girls were summarily shooed away with a ‘he’s not well’ offered as an excuse. He never had a chance to get close enough to one to get overly randy in inappropriate places.
But today - the day of the full moon - he found himself squirming uncomfortably in History of Magic as blood pumped fast through his body, pooling heatedly in his groin. The heightened arousal was caused not by any of the numerous sweetly scented girls scattered around the room, but, infuriatingly, by the smell of hair product and sweat that was wafting across the aisle to him.
A smell that was emanating from his best friend.
‘This is bloody ridiculous. Why, all of a sudden, am I hot for Sirius?’
It was that kiss, that bloody kiss that was ruining his life. He glanced at his watch, groaning softly when he realised there were still ten minutes left in the lesson; ten minutes until he could slip into the boy‘s toilets and quickly and, hopefully, quietly take care of his problem.
Sirius, sitting across the narrow aisle, looked at him in concern when he heard the soft groan of frustration and Remus smiled at him reassuringly. The ebony haired boy turned back to his notes as Binns droned on at the front of the class. Remus shifted again, aware of the tightness of his pants and thanking Merlin for the billowing fabric of his robes.
There was a soft thud and he looked down to see that a piece of tightly folded parchment had landed on his notes. Remus quickly put his hand over it and glanced around. He wasn’t concerned that Binns would notice - the man was so oblivious that he wouldn’t notice if everyone stripped and started shagging on the floor in front of him in a mass orgy - but Peter, who was sitting next to Remus in a drooling stupor would perk up if he saw his friends passing notes and want to read it with him.
He dropped his hands, now concealing the note, into his overheated lap and opened it carefully.
You look like shit. Are you worse than usual? What’s all the groaning about? You hurting?
Padfoot
Remus felt the corner of his mouth curl up in a smile and fought to keep the broad grin down. Of course Sirius was concerned about him - he was a friend.
That’s all.
Just a good friend.
He grabbed his quill and scribbled a note back.
Thank you. I’m always interested in updates on my appearance.
You’ll be pleased to know that not only do I look like shit but I also feel like shit. But no…it’s no worse than usual.
Moony
He was tempted to add ‘unless you count suddenly wanting to grab your best friend and shag him into next week as worse than usual’ but figured that might freak Sirius out a little. After another quick glance around, he tossed the note back across the aisle. Sirius closed his hand around it and opened it quickly.
Remus tried to pay attention to Binns but he was throbbing now, his hard cock restricted painfully in his pants. He fidgeted, shuffling to try and get comfortable on the seat then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw Sirius scribbling on the parchment, his pink tongue slipping out of his mouth the way it did when he concentrated…
Or just before he kisses.
He squeezed his eyes together tight, trying desperately to wipe the image of Sirius’ face moving towards his, that tongue wetting his lips…
The paper landed on his desk and again, he bought it down to his lap to read, almost moaning as his hand brushed over his hardened flesh.
You know I can always be relied upon to point out your faults and foibles.
You look a bit more…edgy than usual. More wolfy.
Padfoot
Edgy? That was a fucking understatement. If he thought for one second he could get away with it, he’d shove his hands down his pants and bring himself off here. It’d only take a minute or so…
He glanced over at Sirius who, to his surprise was staring pink-faced at Remus. Or, more accurately, at his lap where he was holding the note. And where his robes were pulled more tightly than he’d realised over his hard on - making the cause of his ‘edginess’ rather obvious.
Shit!
Remus quickly grabbed a handful of his robe and tugged on it, belatedly trying to cover the evidence. He looked back over at Sirius and saw that the grey eyes were now on his face, staring so intently at him that it wasn’t just his libido making Remus squirm now. Turning back to the note, he rapidly scrawled a reply and threw it back. Sirius frowned down at it as though Remus had just jerked off over it then carefully picked it up and unfolded it.
I’m fine. Don’t worry.
Moony
The bell rang and Remus leapt to his feet, grabbing his books and shoving them into his bag.
‘What’s your hurry, Moony?’
Remus looked over at a sleepy looking Peter and tried to smile. He kept his voice low as he said, ‘I’m busting for a pee.’
Holding his bag over his groin, he stepped out from behind the desk. ‘See you at lunch in a minute.’
He didn’t dare look at Sirius as he bolted from the classroom, walking as fast as he dared to the nearest loo and locking himself in a cubicle. He dropped his bag fast and slammed down the toilet seat, pulling his pants down as he sat.
His hand was cold on his burning shaft and he moaned as the contrast heightened his arousal. He closed his eyes as he stroked fast and hard, trying to bring up images of his last girlfriend, Mary, and how she felt all around him. With a little grunt, he remembered the feel of her soft skin, the taste of her mouth, the sensation of her black hair brushing against his face as they kissed.
‘Shit.‘
He felt a surge of both need and panic as he realised it wasn’t the blonde Mary he was imagining - it was Sirius. The feel of his skin as he entwined their fingers, the taste of Firewhiskey on his lips, his surprisingly soft hair tickling his cheek as they kissed.
Remus moaned again but was too far gone to try and erase the images from his head. He stroked his length urgently and it took even less time than he’d predicted - seconds - to bite down hard on his lip and arch up, coming in powerful pulses that made his eyes roll back in his head.
‘Fucking Merlin!’
He lay back against the wall panting for a minute as he tried not to feel like a pervert.
I just jerked off thinking about Sirius.
How had his life become so fucked up? One drunken snog and all of a sudden, he was a shirt lifter? There was a little twist in his gut that reminded him of something he always pushed aside but that over the last couple of days, had become much more difficult to ignore - that one time that he’d looked at Stephen Clark’s mouth and wondered…
Means nothing.
He grabbed his wand and cleaned up his mess before unlocking the stall, making his way to the sink. Just before he left, he stared at himself in the mirror, his forehead creased and blue eyes worried.
‘I like girls. I loved having sex with Mary. It was great.’
But then so was kissing Sirius.
‘Fuck. Fuckfuckfuckfuck!’
He banged his head into the mirror, punctuating every curse with a thud until he caught sight of a First Year staring at him in terror.
‘Sorry.’
He picked up his bag and made his way to the Dining hall, unable to look Sirius in the eye as he sat down across from him. As he stretched his legs out, they bumped against Sirius’ and both boys pulled back fast, slamming their knees into the bottom of the table.
‘Sorry, Pete.’
Remus smiled apologetically as the other boy grabbed hold of his wobbling glass. Suddenly, he wasn’t a bit hungry and decided to make his way to the Shrieking Shack a little earlier. He stood up and Sirius looked up.
‘Where are you going?’
Remus felt his face turning pink and he mumbled, ‘Shack.’
Sirius frowned but it was James who asked the question.
‘Why so early?’
Remus shrugged and stepped over the bench seat. ‘I’m not hungry and I’m tired. I’ll go and lie down for a while.’
Peter looked at his dinner then up at Remus. ‘Want someone to keep you company?’
Remus grinned. Peter offering to give up his dinner to keep Remus amused was the ultimate act of friendship.
‘I’ll be fine, Pete. Thanks anyway. You could take my stuff up to the dorm for me though.’
Peter nodded in relief, shoving a potato into his mouth. With one last glance at a guilty-looking Sirius, Remus gave them a wave and trudged off to wait alone for the moon to rise.
TBC...