Small Allowances

“C’mere, Moony,” James slurs, holding a hand out and wrapping it around Remus’ tie. “Less go somewhere.”

“James, you’re wasted,” Remus says insistently, putting his hand over James’ and trying to untwist it from his tie. Remus always leaves his tie on when they go out; James and Sirius hardly bother with shirts. At least, once they get drunk, their shirts seem to disappear without notice.

“No, really. We can go out—outside, or to the men’s room. Let’s go to the men’s room!” James grins and yanks Remus’ tie forward and Remus finds himself being pulled, entirely against his will, into the dark corner that houses the restrooms in the Hog’s Head.

“What about Sirius and Peter? They’ll be back inside in just a second, Peter just wanted some fresh air—”

“Fuck them,” James murmurs and pushes the door open. The room is dark, dingy, and empty, and James wastes no time in dragging Remus into a stall and slamming the door shut. “Can I fuck you?”

He’s looking at Remus with a silly grin on his face and Remus knows he’s wasted out of his mind; Remus is trying to ignore the pleasant tingles that are running through his body that could be from the alcohol, James’ voice, or James’ words.

James’ body is suddenly pressed flush up against his and Remus knows what they’re from. James’ mouth moves over his neck and Remus allows his head to fall back, biting his lip. He can never say no to James—perfect James, exciting James, James who makes him feel like he’s more than he really is. He lets his hands move to James’ waist and James hisses a yes against his skin, moving his mouth to meet Remus’.

“Fucking love the way you feel, Moony,” James murmurs against him, opening his eyes and staring into Remus’. “Love your body and your mouth and your cock…” His hand slides down Remus’ body and rubs over the bulge in his trousers and Remus pulls his head to the side, gasping for breath as James mouth attacks his neck again, sucking, tongue flicking out against him and fuck does it feel good.

James’ hand strokes over him harder and harder and Remus shudders against him, fumbling blindly for James’ belt. He wants to feel James pushing him against the stall door, sliding into him and fucking him, wants James’ mouth on his back, biting into his shoulder, wants to feel James’ come pulsing inside him. James’ hand works at his belt as well and Remus wiggles his hips to slide his trousers down; they fall to his knees. James grips his cock before he can think to breathe and then he’s clutching at James’ arms as James works him quickly, dipping his head down to suck on Remus’ neck.

Remus is teetering on the brink when suddenly James lets go and flips him around, shoving him against the stall door. Remus looks over his shoulder and sees James take a small tube out of his pocket, feels something cool being smeared over his hole as James nudges his legs apart with his knee. Then there’s the blunt tip of a cock pressing against his arse and James’ mouth on his ear, murmuring words that mean nothing, and the delicious, slow burn of being stretched, filled to the brink. James pushes into him and Remus pushes back, groaning, cheek pressed against the cool door. Then James is fucking him, thrusting into him hard and gripping his hips to keep him steady and Remus can hardly breathe—he feels as though all the air is being ripped from his lungs as James fucks him, as though James is taking it all for himself and not allowing Remus any. He thinks he could drown there, trapped between the cool door and James’ warm body with that perfect prick sliding in and out of him, harder and faster until he can’t take it anymore and reaches down to jerk himself off, wrist moving quickly over himself and he comes, one hand gripping the top of the door and the other gripping his cock as James’ teeth sink into his shoulder and pure, unadulterated pleasure crashes into him—he can’t breathe, can’t move, can’t focus on anything but this feeling—fuck, he never wants to feel anything else.

He catches his breath as James pumps into him a few final times before Remus clenches hard around him and he comes, body tensing behind Remus’. James slumps against his back just as Remus hears the door to the restroom bang open and someone walk in. James jumps back and yanks up his trousers and Remus does the same, wide-eyed, unsure of who it is or what they would say.

Wait, James mouths, and Remus nods, looking anywhere but at him. When he finally does, he sees hazel eyes staring fiercely at his own and James moves forward to take Remus’ mouth in a kiss, intense but as quiet as possible. They wait until the person has finished washing their hands and left and then James grins against his mouth.

“Thought we were caught for sure,” he says with a snicker. Remus’ only response is to press their lips together again, to slip his tongue into James’ mouth, to cling to his waist like it’s the only thing he has left to hold onto. Maybe it is.

They break apart and James exhales, looking carefully at him. Remus forces a small smile. “We should go back. Peter and Sirius are probably wondering where we are.”

James nods and Remus opens the stall door, pulling out his wand to clean his pants. He can still feel the wetness of James’ come inside his hole and all he wants is that cock back inside of him, James loving him like he’s the most wonderful thing on earth.

Remus is about to open the door when James grabs his wrist. “Moony,” he says quietly. Remus can’t read his eyes or tone of voice but James kisses him one more time, their bodies close together. Remus allows himself a small moan and grips the back of James’ head tight. He doesn’t want to let him go.

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