Jaded

For Summery, warnings, spoilers and disclaimers see chapter one.

A/N: This chapter is going to be quite long, but I hope you’ll like it (and yes that means sex!), I suppose a warning is in order, or an apology for those who began reading this story for the rating and were wondering why the hell it was so high. So, consider yourself apologised for and warned.


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Chapter Eight: Join the holly Kama Sutra, everyone

(Title from the musical ‘Hair’)

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The following week was one of the best ones in Harry's life. Now that he forgo the subtle approach and actually got Remus to notice him, things were defiantly looking up. He thoroughly enjoyed the little flirting the two of them were engaged in, even if it didn't mount to anything. It wasn't that Harry was a blushing virgin who was saving his purity for the day Remus would slip a ring on his finger, far from it, and he wasn’t a cruel man either, stringing the poor werewolf along without meaning to deliver. It was just that Harry had a point to prove and he was a stubborn man. He didn't want Remus to see him as just another piece of fine arse to drag to the greenhouses or some deserted class and bend over the tables.

Harry was thrilled when Remus turned down Fabian for another little tumble, and had rewarded his love with a heated snogging session. Harry tried his best to keep Remus happy and satisfied, a job that was made harder by the fact that the full moon was looming closer than ever. It was the middle of November and the full moon was to rise on the 25th, the following Friday. As the days passed Remus became more and more tense and jumpy, and even though Harry did his best to keep the stress levels down a few frictions with Sirius were inevitable.

The Saturday morning of the 19th Harry woke up with a big smile on his face. Today was the 'big day'; today he and Remus were going out on their first official date. Harry had already decided that if Remus was would want to take things to the next level (and the closeness to the full moon pretty much guaranteed Remus would) Harry wasn’t going to stop him. He got dressed, whistling softly to himself and was quite glad that the others had gone to breakfast ahead. It wasn't that he was ashamed that he was gay, the circumstances in which he was outed on the first time didn’t really allow him to be self conscious about it, but he still wasn’t sure what was the costume regarding declarations of gayness in the '70.

Besides, Remus didn't seem too keen on shouting his sexuality from the roof tops so Harry didn't push the matter. In a lot of ways being here in the seventies was much better than being in his own time, and it was mostly due to the fact that here he was simply Jaime Harrison, a seventh year Gryffindor, not the great Harry Potter, saviour of the magical world. Harry relished his anonymity and took full advantage of it. He sauntered into the Great Hall, still smiling. When he saw the beautiful amber eyes land on him his smile grew wider,

“Morning everyone.” He chirped happily as he sat down and started piling his plate with food,

“You look happy today, excited about your first Hogsmede trip?” Sirius asked with a chuckle. Harry caught Remus’ eyes briefly and tried not to blush,

“Yup. After everything you guys told me…” He lied cheerfully. The rest of the morning meal passed with Sirius, James and Peter telling stories of Hogsmede, but Harry was barely listening, his eyes were practically glued to Remus, and the two were shamelessly flirting under their friends noses. Lily watched it all with amusement, it didn’t really surprise her that the two were hitting it on so finely, but she never thought that the rest of the group would be so dense as to not notice that Harry and Remus were practically stripping each other with their eyes.

After breakfast the group headed to the great doors, where the caretaker, Mr. Kavas was ticking names off his list. The marauders grumbled at having to go through the tedious ordeal each and every time and contemplated whether it’d be quicker to just go back and sneak through one of the secret passageways. When their turn finally arrived the grumpy old caretaker looked simply delighted at the prospect of having the troublesome mischief makers out of the castle for at least a few hours, until his beady little eyes fell on Harry.

“Who are you?” He grumbled at Harry,

“Jaime Harrison.” The old caretaker consulted his list for a bit before he emerged back triumphantly,

“You’re not on the list, you can’t go.” Harry’s jaw dropped and he tried to think desperately of a good excuse to get him through when Sirius stepped forward and boomed,

“He’s a seventh year; you can’t bully him like that! Save your pitiful intimidations techniques to the bloody third years!” Harry was pretty shocked by Sirius’ outburst, he would never, not in a million years, dare to be this audacious when talking to a grownup, even if said grownup was a slimy git.

“He’s not on my list and unless he can produce a permission slip from his parents or guardians he would not go!” Harry was sorely tempted to turn and ask Lily to write one, but before he could make eye contact with her, the old caretaker grumbled on, “And Mr. Black, I do not like your attitude, I think you need to be reminded how to respect your elders. Detention, tonight, be in my office after dinner!” And with that he turned back to the cue that was forming behind the marauders to carry on his task. Sirius scolded darkly, under his breath this time and the six of them moved to the side of the yard to decide their next course of action.

“Forget the old fool, we’ll slip through the Honeyduke passage, Jay can wear my invisibility cloak and no one would be the wiser.” James whispered conspiratorially and Harry wanted to laugh. This was so much like his first visit to Hogsmede back in his third year. He didn’t want to be hidden; he hated having to sneak around like a criminal just for a bunch of sweets. Besides, the last time he went to Hogsmede hidden he learned of what everyone thought was Sirius’ betrayal of his parents, who knows what ghastly secrets he would uncover this time. But what really tipped the scales for him was the fact that he really didn’t want his first ever official date with Remus to take place when one of them was hidden.

“No, it’s ok, don’t worry.” He said sadly, the bubbly good feeling he had mere minutes ago vanishing faster than a bottle of fresh butterbeer. “You guys go ahead and have fun, bring me some sweets… I’ll just stay here and catch up with some schoolwork.” He added and raised his hand when James was about to protest.

“I’ll stay with Jaime.” Harry tried very hard not to let the smug smile creep to his lips at Remus’ words,

“We’ll all stay.” Sirius intoned with a tone of finality, and Harry nearly groaned with despair,

“No, there’s no point of all of us staying behind, I’m sure Lily and James are dying to find a corner to snog and you have a detention tonight, you’ll need your strength.” Remus said levelly, executing his quiet power and Sirius caved in.

“Oh, alright!”

At that point Lily grabbed Harry arm and dragged him to the side, Harry curiously followed his mother, wondering what pearls of wisdom she had for him now and how embarrassing would it be for him,

“Jaime, promise me you be careful.” Harry quirked his brow on that,

“Careful?”

“You know what I mean, use protection and such. I looked up a really useful spell against diseases and such; it’s a special one for gay couples…” Harry felt his cheeks burn with humiliation and his vision somewhat clouded, this was way worse than he imagined. He’d expect something like that from Hermione but not from his mother… Somewhere deep down he knew that this shouldn’t have surprised him too much, but still, hearing those words coming from Lily’s lips were making him want to crawl under a rock and forget the idea of sex ever existed.

“I… thanks…” He stammered lamely, looking anywhere but his mother’s eyes,

“Do you want me to teach it to you?” Harry gaped at her in horror,

“No! I mean, thanks for looking after me and all, but please, do not teach me the spell.” Lily smiled sweetly and patted Harry’s cheek,

“No worries son, I’m just practising, I mean, I'll probably have to have this conversation with you again at some point, right?” Harry bit his lip hard and let the pain take over, no Lily, sadly you would never have to have this conversation again… All of a sudden he didn’t really care anymore about embarrassing maternal advices and just grabbed Lily in a tight hug,

“Thanks.” He chocked out and she patted his back soothingly. When Harry felt he once again had sufficient control over himself so as to not embarrass him further he released Lily, “Just bring me something good from the Honeyduke.” He asked,

“Sure thing.” She said cheerfully and they turned back to the rest who were waiting impatiently for the two to finish their little moment. Harry and Remus waved goodbye to their friends and the four disappeared in the throng of students that was making their way to Hogsmede. When the others were gone Harry turned to walk back into the castle, suddenly feeling a little nervous. The little chat he had with Lily, combined with the fact that he banked on the Hogsmede day out to flirt Remus to the ground left him a little bereft and quite exposed.

“So, where to?” Remus asked carefully as they made their way through the halls,

“To the library of course, I do have some schoolwork to catch up with.” Harry said as cheerfully as he could, sliding back into his comfort zone of flirting. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to make love to Remus, but at the same time he felt a little strange about it. This was a dream come true as far as he was concerned, a fantasy materialized into flesh and blood and he was beyond nervous.

“Oh.” He glanced sideways at Remus, who looked crestfallen. Harry felt like ten kinds of idiot for making Remus feel like that, but he couldn’t help it. “Right, let’s go.”

“Wait, you really are going to library?” Harry asked incredulously,

“You said you wanted to catch up with school work, so I guess I’ll help you out. Not much to do in the tower anyway.” Remus said with a sad little smile that didn’t reach his eyes,

“I’m sorry Remus, I… I don’t mean to string you along or anything and I know that you’re holding yourself back just because I asked you to and that’s not really fair…”

“No, it isn’t.” Remus cut through Harry’s babbling and wrapped his arms around himself. This past week of nothing but snogging was making him feel a little light-headed with horniness. He had to keep such a tight reign on his feelings and desires he wished that he went with the others to Hogsmede. At least there he would not be so tempted to jump his friends every couple of seconds, but no, he decided to stay with Jaime and now the little cock-tease wanted to go to the bleeding library!

Harry gently prayed the stiff fingers that were curled around Remus’ arm, lacing them together with his own. He brought them to his lips and kissed the pads softly, smiling at the soft intake of breath from Remus,

“Come on.” Fingers still laced he started pulling Remus behind him, leading the way towards the stairs. Together they made their way towards the seventh floor until Harry stopped in front of a blank wall. Remus looked at Harry dubiously, but the latter gave him a little wink and told him to stand back. Remus leaned against the wall and pushed his hands into his pockets and watched as Harry closed his eyes in concentration and started pacing before the blank wall. After three rounds Remus was about to say something when a door started to morph out of the wall. Remus’ jaw dropped and he watched in astonishment as the final details were added to the door. Harry turned to face him with a proud smile,

“What do you think?”

"Wow," Remus breathed in awe, never actually seen this room before. He made a little mental note to check if the room appears in the marauders map, "What the hell is this?"

"This is the Room of Requirements." Harry explained proudly, glad that he was able to get one over the marauders. "This room gives you anything you need."

"And what do we need?" Remus asked cautiously, not wanting to do or say anything that would cause Harry to change his mind,

"You'll see." Harry said with a cheerful wriggle of his eyebrows, before he laid his hand on the door knob and slowly pushed it open. He first peered around it to make sure the room understood his requirement fully (not that he thought that the room would have a problem with- 'A place to make love to Remus'…), and then threw the door wide open with an inviting smile. Remus could feel Harry's excitement and smiled softly as he walked into the room. His smile turned into a satisfied smirk when he saw the giant bed dominating the room. Perfect.

Once the door closed behind the two Remus turned and pushed Harry gently against the door, his instincts were screaming for him to take and claim but he knew all too well that if he tried to Harry would probably hex him and leave him there. So he cupped Harry's cheek in his hand and brought their faces close together into a gentle kiss. Harry could almost hear the roaring blood in Remus' veins and tried to deepen the kiss but Remus wouldn't let him,

"Wait, Jaime." Harry stared confused at the slightly panting form of his very-soon-to-be-lover, "Its three days to the full moon and my grip on the wolf is weakening and right now what it wants is to feel. What I want is you, to have rough and ragged sex with… I guess what I'm trying to say is that… I need to know that you aren’t going to bolt in the middle or something…" Harry bit his lip and tried to calm the feeling of guilt that was washing over him, this was hardly fair on Remus and for the first time Harry got to really appreciate just how much Remus was holding himself back,

"I'm not going to run away, I swear. In fact, I'll tell you what- I'm going to relinquish all control to you from this second on. You can do whatever you want to me." He chirped cheerfully but his eyes widened slightly at the feral gleam that took over Remus' eyes before it settled on a confused and slightly disappointed look,

"Ah, well, you see that might be a problem…" Harry bit his lip and tried to decide whether Remus was having him on or was there a real problem,

"Really?" He asked in a small voice and Remus gave him a bright smile in return,

"Yes, you see there are so many things I want to do to you; I don't know where to start." Harry shivered under that smouldering stare, feeling himself getting more and more excited at each second passing by. Remus ran his hands slowly down Harry’s front and then reluctantly he dropped his gaze from the pools of aquamarine to see what Harry was wearing, “Jaime, why are you in your school uniform?” Harry felt a little warm in the face at the amused expression on Remus’ face,

“I… I don’t have a lot of casual clothes…” He stammered,

“And the tie?”

“I was going to put on my robes when I remembered I don’t have to, but the tie was already on and I sort of… forgot about it…” Harry explained sheepishly. Remus took the tie in his hand and ran the length of it through his fingers, a wicked smile spreading on his face,

“I decided what I want. You, naked, on the bed. Leave the tie on.” With a little wink he tossed the tie back in Harry’s face and went to perch himself comfortably on the bed, awaiting Harry’s striptease.

Harry licked his lips nervously, he was never requested to give a striptease to any of his former lovers, and that felt a little strange but he decided to take it all in stride and give Remus the best show he could.

He started off with loosening his tie a little so he could lift the collar of his shirt and slip it under the tie. Harry gave Remus a little sultry smile and started to work on his shirt buttons while walking towards the bed. He reached half way down his shirt and stopped to tow off his shoes. Now that was the easy part, and then came the socks… Harry had to hop on the spot in a rather undignified manner to get those off, but he considered himself rather lucky that he didn’t fall flat on his arse. Plus, one look at Remus confirmed that the werewolf didn’t seem to mind one bit that his partner was a klutz. When the socks were finally off he continued his walk to the bed, still unbuttoning the shirt. Once it was loose he slid it gently from his shoulders, rotating them backwards to allow the fabric to fall.

He licked his lips hungrily when he saw that Remus spelled his clothes away, leaning against the headboard and slowly rubbing his hard cock. Seeing Remus naked first gave Harry the bust of confidence he needed in order to shed the last of his garments. When he kicked the trousers and pants behind, the last of the long trail of clothes that led to the door, Remus gave a feral smile and nodded his appreciation. Harry climbed the bed without breaking eye contact and crawled to straddle Remus.

"Now what?" He asked huskily, his pelvis grinding with Remus' eagerly until Remus' hands stopped his frotting much to Harry's dismay. Remus smiled and loosed the tie on Harry’s neck further, until he was able to slip it over the impossibly dark hair.

“Bring your hands together.” He ordered roughly and Harry obeyed immediately, thoroughly exited by the idea of playing kinky bondage games with Remus. Past experience taught Harry that he should never give too much power to his partner, lest it will come back and bit him in the arse, but with Remus he felt safe, knowing that he had as much power over the werewolf as Remus had over him. Besides, here he wasn’t Harry Potter, Saviour of the Wizarding World, Golden Boy, Boy Who Lived or any such rot that the press decided to spring on him, here he was simply Jaime- nothing more nothing less. And what Jamie wanted right now, was for Remus to hurry up and shag him into the mattress.

Once the wrists were presented to Remus he slipped the noose of the necktie over them and pulled the knot to force them together. He met Harry’s eyes above the red and gold stripes and smiled at the lust he saw in them. Quickly and smoothly Remus flipped them over and trapped Harry under his own body, lifting the bound wrists and pinned them to the headboard with a simple sticking charm. Harry writhed and wriggled to make himself more comfortable, and also to test his bonds, which proved to be tight enough so he won’t be able to move but not as tight as to cut off his circulation.

Remus took his time, looking at his new lover, memorising every tantalizing line and curve, feeling his mouth flooding with saliva. He wasn’t lying when he told Harry that he didn’t know what he wanted most. The body sprawled under him was so beautiful, near perfect even and those eyes held so much promise that it left Remus almost breathless. Remus ran his hands softly down Harry’s sides, feeling the skin shivering under his touch. He leaned forward and placed little open-mouthed kisses and nips on parts of Harry that Remus found most inviting.

Harry decided that he must have died and gone to heaven because this was such a pure and delicious torture and he loved every second of it. Of course he would have preferred that Remus would go lower and touch his cock which was just begging for attention but since his hands were tied there was little he could do. Remus was in no hurry, knowing full well that his lover wasn’t going anywhere.

He started his journey on Harry’s collarbone, then slowly made his way down to his chest. After paying his due admiration to Harry’s nipples he ran his tongue on the planes of the taught muscles of his abdomen. Remus could taste the sweat on Harry’s skin, salty and seductive and underneath the unique taste of his lover’s skin. Then Remus reached the glittering prize attached to Harry’s naval, catching the golden hoop in his teeth and pulling ever so softly, making Harry’s back arch off the bed. Harry was mightily glad that Dumbledore’s glamour took care of his piercing as well as his face, because he knew it would have been near impossible to explain why he had tiny figures of a stag, a lily, a dog and a wolf attached to the main bellybutton ring.

Remus' lips were brushing over the line of hair that led from Harry’s naval to his cock, and Harry’s breathing quickened with the prospect of some action, but again Remus was denying him. He looked up with a mischievous smile that made Harry want to kick him and blew cold air over the heated head of Harry’s prick, causing the bound teen to gasp out loud.

“You’re so beautiful, you know that?” Remus murmured, he was enjoying himself more than he ever thought possible, this ability to take everything slowly and relish the feel of soft skin under his mouth, was something he didn’t get to do often. Well, never actually if he was being totally honest with himself. All his sexual encounters so far consisted of hurried fucks in inappropriate surroundings. But Jaime offered so much more, that even the closeness to the full moon and the beast raging inside him couldn’t overcome. If it was up to him he would have continued this pleasurable torture for hours to come but the impatience was practically radiating off of Harry and besides, his own cock was sending very clear messages as to what it wanted, so Remus lifted his head to ask Harry if he brought any lubricant when he spotted the little jar standing on the nightstand almost innocently, “Where the fuck did that come from?”

“Room of Requirements, told you. Now get a move on!” Harry breathed out almost angrily. All his systems were in an overload and he knew that if Remus didn’t do something soon he’d explode with sheer frustration.

Remus reached for the little pot and opened it, smiling at the smell of exotic fruits that was wafting from it- well, that was certainly a nice touch he hadn’t consciously thought of. He made a short work preparing his withering lover, knowing that he was mere seconds away from being denied another such experience forever,

“That’s enough, Remus, I’m ready…” Harry moaned and pulled tight against his restraints, cursing who ever made the school ties so durable. Remus pulled his fingers out of his lover’s arse and slicked his own weeping erection, before lining it with the quivering hole. With one slow and calculated move he sank into the blissful heat and tightness. Both lovers moaned in unison at the sensation and stilled for a moment, getting used to one another. Remus waited until he felt the muscles relaxing around his cock before he started to move in a leisurely pace.

“Oh Merlin, oh Gods, oh Remus!” Harry yelled and bucked hard against the intrusion. Remus grabbed the wand that was still lying on the bed and flicked it at Harry’s wrists, terminating the charm that kept them stuck to the headboard and bent over to kiss his lover.

As soon as his hands were free from the headboard Harry wrapped them around Remus’ neck, effectively trapping them together. When Remus rose again Harry went with him. They continued to kiss urgently, torsos pressed together while Harry fucked himself thoroughly on Remus’ cock. Their moans mingled together and filled the dark room, their lips working feverishly together and the intense heat and friction between their bodies was making them losing all touch with reality.

“Touch me, please, Rem, touch me…” Harry pleaded softly in between moans and Remus brought his hand down to cup Harry’s straining cock, stroking it with a little effort caused by the uncomfortable angle he had to work in but Harry was far from complaining.

Harry was the first to come, the constant stimulation of both his cock and his prostate caused stars to explode in his peripheral vision and he let go with a mighty bellow- his head tossed back and all restrain gone. Remus swore he could have come just from the look on Harry’s face, but the fact that those velvet muscles clamped tight around him was probably more of an incentive for him to spill his seed deep inside his lover.

The two of them collapsed on the bed, still joined by Harry’s arms and Remus’ cock, breathing deep and flush with exertion. Remus slowly brought his hand back and lifted Harry’s numb arms, loosening the necktie’s noose and freeing his lover’s hands. He then pulled out of Harry slowly, causing the latter to wince and groan at the loss.

Remus wrapped him tight in his arms, relishing the feel of his sated lover, so pliant and supple in his arms. This was another thing Remus never had the chance to explore up close, cuddling with his shag-partner. He carefully took one of Harry’s wrists in his hand and examined the burn marks left there by the necktie, flinching inwardly at the angry red welts that decorated Harry’s wrist. Harry hissed softly when Remus ran his finger over them and the werewolf recoiled hastily,

“I’m so sorry, I…” He stopped his speech of a moment and screwed his eyes in concentration before gazing behind him. To his utter joy he found a new pot standing on the nightstand. He turned and grabbed it, unscrewing the top and plunged his fingers into the viscous balm before applying the healing salve carefully on Harry’s abused wrists. Harry watched the long delicate fingers work on his sore skin and smiled to himself. Well, if he wasn’t sure he loved Remus before he knew for certain now that he had found the only man for him.

When Remus finished applying the salve, he lowered Harry's hands and wrapped him in a tight embrace bringing him closer for a proper snuggle. Harry let his head rest comfortably on Remus' chest, one arm thrown over his abdomen and one leg over Remus' own. He closed his eyes and felt the sweet and slow lull of sleep washing over him.


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A/N: Hmm, not as long as I thought it would be… Oh, well…