Sex Ed

Pairing: Sirius/Remus/James
Disclaimer: Harry Potter, and all other characters from the popular series are the sole ownership of J.K. Rowling and like all other authors, I\'m merely borrowing them for my own satisfaction. Enjoy.
A/N: The winner of the What should Phoenix write next? Poll. Another exploit into ‘Remus is a half blood’.

“Come on, Moony. You lost, now show it!”

Remus clutched the box closer to his chest, flushing slightly. Sirius made to pry the box from him, James sitting quietly on the bed. “You did promise, Remus,” he said, when Sirius’ tugging proved ineffectual. Sighing heavily, Remus loosened his grip, and Sirius pulled the cigar box free. Remus felt the urge to hold his breath and did, as Sirius flopped down stomach first across from James. The box itself had caused a great deal of wonder to his dormmates, being muggle and all. But, what really got their interest directed toward it, was the fact that he kept it hidden, and charmed rather well.

It wasn’t charmed now, as Sirius tossed back the lid casually, James leaning in so their shoulders brushed as they looked. Never bet with a Black. They cheated. More over, never bet with a Black when a Potter was involved. He really should never have. But, they were so convincing in their argument, he’d given in. For, he too was somewhat fascinated with the box, if only because they wanted to open it so badly.

He swallowed thickly, hearing the contents shift about. They hadn’t said anything yet. It was making him nervous. Sirius turned on his side, holding a little packet between two fingers casually. “What are they, Moony?”

James was turning two or three over in his hands, looking them over curiously, and Remus at first, could not comprehend the question. “You don’t…know?” he asked, somewhat shakily. “Well, if we did, we wouldn’t be asking, would we?” replied Sirius. Remus had to sit down, lest his brain overload.

“They’re…Well, they’re…” He exhaled, looking at them a bit pleadingly. “You really don’t know?”

“Is it not something you’re supposed to have?” asked James, as Sirius sat up, folding long legs beneath him. “I thought you said your Dad gave them to you,” he said, and Remus flushed a bit more.

Waving his hands, he mumbled something, embarrassed.

“What?” asked James.

“They’re condoms,” he replied, before he was asked to say it again.

“What’s a condom?” asked Sirius.

Remus muttered to himself, shaking his head.

“You put them on your…” he gestured toward his lap, head lowered. “And they…you know…”

“Err…no I don’t.”

The tips of Remus’ ears were radiating heat by now, and were James and Sirius in the mood, they could use this as blackmail for months. Luckily, they were genuinely curious.

“It’s how muggles…it’s their way around contraceptive spells.”

“Ohhhhh….” they said in unison. Remus prayed that’d be the last. God hated him though.

“How do they work?”

Remus gave a desperate laugh, and thrust his face in his hands. After a count of one hundred, that had brought his mates closer, he looked up, heaving a sigh.

Plucking one out of James’ palm, he held it up. “First you open it. You shouldn’t use your teeth, because you could break it, and then it won’t work. It only works if it’s not broken. And then, you pull it out, and roll it down. You have to be hard though, or it won’t fit.”

Sirius held up the one he’d been holding, and ripped it open. Slipping his fingers about the curled latex, he unraveled it. Remus watched, focussed on such knowing fingers as they explored the unknown for once. “How do you get it on then?” he asked, shaking the bit of tubular plastic.

“No..no..no…” Remus said, shaking his head. “You don’t unroll it first.”

“Moony, you said, you open it, pull it out and roll it down.”

“Yes, roll it down over you, not unroll it.”

James tore one free, as Sirius attempted re-rolling the one in his hand. He prodded the end with an index finger, and Remus felt himself twitch in arousal. “Seems uncomfortable.”

“Well, you have to wet it up a bit.”

“Wet it up?” he asked, eyebrow cocked.

“You didn’t say that before,” added Sirius.

“Well..not everyone does it, but it’s better if you do it.”

“I’m getting the feeling you have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Remus frowned. Brushing James’ arms out of the way, he tugged open his trousers, and drew him by the hips, closer to the edge of the bed. James slid with the motion, eyes hazing over, the way they always did when he was being given attention of a sexual nature. He sighed, head tipping back, as Remus took him into his mouth, and Sirius shifted closer to watch.

When James had been coaxed to hardness, and in fact was trying to thrust up into Remus’ mouth, Remus drew back, his friend whining in disappointment. He reached for a condom, ripping it open with one hand, and drew it up for them to see. Sirius leaned in, making James whimper, face close but not contributing. Pinching the tip, Remus set the condom on the head, and with gentle fingers, began rolling it down. James bit his lip, eyes closing at the feeling. When Remus reached the base, he caressed James’ sack, causing the darker boy to whine deep in his throat.

“Now what?” asked Sirius.

“That’s it,” Remus replied.

James looked down sharply, glaring, and Remus laughed. “I meant, that’s the end of putting it on. Now you have to use it.”

“How?” James husked.

Remus shrugged. “Blow jobs, hand jobs, tab A into slot B, whatever you want.”

“That can’t taste very appealing,” replied Sirius, nose bunched in distaste.

“Try it,” said Remus.

Leaning over his best mate’s lap, Sirius gave an experimental lick. James quivered. “You can feel it, Prongs?”

James nodded.

“Of course he can. Do you think muggles would use something that didn’t feel good?”

“You never know with muggles,” replied Sirius, with a casual shrug.

Remus snorted.

“What’s this bit for?” he asked, poking at the little bit of suctioned rubber on the tip.

“Room,” replied Remus.

“Room for what?”

“For when he…”

Sirius eyes widened. “You wear it the whole time?!”

“Padfoot, would you like me to explain the concept of ‘contraception’ to you?”

Sirius snorted, and flicked it. James grabbed his wrist, with a little snarl.

“Okay, so…this thing will hold Prongs’ load?”

“Yes.”

“All of it?”

“It’s not that much.”

“Hey!”

“It’s the truth.”

James pouted petulantly, and dropped back on the bed.

“Here, I’ll show you,” said Remus, moving to grip him. James moaned. “But…we’re going to need some lube.”

Sirius rolled and leaned back, reaching into the dresser and tossing some at him.

“No, not this one,” replied Remus, putting it aside.

“What? It’s lube.”

“It’s oil.”

“What’s wrong with oil?” asked Sirius, as Remus crawled over him, to search in the drawer.

“It’s bad for the condom.”

“Why?”

“Breaks it down.”

Sirius hummed, and Remus moved to sit between James’ legs again. He poured the lubricant into his hand, and rubbed his hands together to warm it, before reaching over again.

“Fuck…” murmured James, hips arching slightly.

“Feel good, Prongs?” Sirius asked, leaning over to watch.

James moaned.

“Of course, most people don’t use condoms for this…” Remus was saying. “But, I want to show you…”

Sure enough, as James cried out, arching over the bed, the condom caught every last drop.

“Hmm,” remarked Sirius.

“See?” said Remus.

“How’s that feel, Prongs?”

“Not..bad…” he panted.

“I want to feel!” cried Sirius. “Me next.”

Remus rolled his eyes, as he’d just given the demonstration, but Sirius pouted. And as usual, Remus caved.

James pulled himself up, and this time, it was his turn to watch. He tugged the condom free, uncomfortable with it after orgasm, as Remus went to work on Sirius, laying it aside, as he wasn’t sure what else to do. And the sight of Remus going down on Sirius never failed to get him aroused.

Remus pulled back, just as Sirius came, and James marveled at the capacity of such a little muggle thing.

By now, Remus was flushed with desire, and James moved to kiss him, as Sirius tugged, and subsequently tossed the condom away. The were moaned, clutching James’ shirt, as their tongues met. Pressing against him, he could feel Remus’ erection shove up against his hip. He gave a playful smirk, hand moving down to stroke him.

Sirius drew Remus back into his lap, to lay between his spread legs, and James moved with him. Clever fingers undid his shirt buttons, and tugged it free, as a mouth latched to his neck, sucking gently. He turned his head, to gasp, and James’ mouth moved down his neck. Sirius pulled off his own shirt, and then James’, the younger boy lifting free of Remus as it was drawn over his head. He’d yet to discover the joy of buttons it seemed.

Skin met skin, and Remus sighed. James’ mouth closed about his nipple, and as his head tipped back, Sirius’ was there to greet it. His trousers were opened and tugged free, leaving him naked between his half-naked best mates. He mewled in displeasure, as Sirius replaced his warm lap with some pillows, and moved down to James. They kissed, stroking one another’s chests lovingly, making Remus groan in need.

He could see their lips move against one another, in half breathed words, and could tell a plan when he saw one. He was distracted however, when Sirius leaned down, drawing him into his oh-so-fuckable mouth. Whimpering, he thrust his hips up, missing when James turned around, and back again. He did however, catch a glimpse of color. Focussing a bit more clearly – or as clearly as one could get, when Sirius was doing that thing with his tongue – he saw James tearing open a condom carefully, between deceptive fingers. Sirius pulled back, and licked along his slit, before freeing himself all together. He looked at the condom in James’ hand, and smiled lecherously. Oh no…they couldn’t possibly…

But, they were. Sirius stroked his finger along the underside of Remus’ arousal as James pressed the tip of the condom together and set it on the head. Remus propped himself up on his elbows, as the messy haired teen carefully rolled it down. His face was contorted, in that precious way it did whenever he was concentrating, as he slipped it down. And then, two tongues were flicking against him earnestly.

Remus thought he’d die, with the intensity of it. The feeling was not entirely muted, as he’d supposed. Instead, it felt more controlled, almost. Small inches of skin, teased through thin rubber. Sure, it’d been easy to say there’d be feeling – his father had told him that, after all – but knowing it was something else. He had greater respect for Sirius’ curiosity now.

They watched, as he came; fascinated with the small show of durability.

As they sandwiched him, the crinkle of packets and the rustle of sheets accompanying them, Remus snuggled close. James removed the condom from him, laying it aside, and stroked over his abdomen. “Interesting inventions those muggles have, eh Prongs?”

“Yes, Padfoot. Rather lovely.”

“Do you suppose they’d make any romp a bit more fun?”

“I don’t suppose it would hurt to see.”

Remus moaned softly. He knew where this was heading.

“Oh look Prongs. A volunteer.”

“How fortunate.”

Remus laughed, and they both looked own, lovely, lovely hands still stroking along his skin. “You’re the only blokes I know, who want to cover their knobs.”

“I don’t know, Moony. It’s rather fun.”

James nodded. “Not for everyday use mind.”

“Trust you both, to make condoms toys.”

“Whatsa matter, Moony?” purred Sirius into his ear. “Don’t you want to play?”

“Besides,” sniffed James. “They’re not toys.”

“Oh, aren’t they now?”

“No, they’re a game.”

Remus cocked an eyebrow.

“Why, to see who can go through the most,” remarked James, nearly scandalized. “Naturally.”

“What does the winner get?” asked Sirius.

“Hmm…”

“How about, a peak into one another’s journals?”

“Or maybe, a night of unadulterated pleasure.”

“We do that every night.”

“Yes, well, the winner can control everything next time.”

“Like master and slaves?”

“Or the winner gets a fantasy fulfilled.”

“I like the sound of that.”

“No, I have a better one,” remarked Remus.

James and Sirius looked at him, with twin grins.

Remus smirked. “The winner gets to write my Da for more.”