Rolling Like Thunder

This story was a challenge from a writing buddy of mine, and the challenge was to use Elton John’s “That’s Why They Call it the Blues” as a songfic, but one particular lyric caught in my mind and wouldn’t go away, so here’s the story it inspired.
I own neither the song nor the characters, they belong to Sir Elton John and Joanne K. Rowling respectively. I mean no infringement nor debasement. Please don\'t sue.

“Laughing like Children,
Living like Lovers,
Rolling like thunder, under the covers”

“Will you two stop acting like children for just one minute? Please?” James glowered over the tops of his glasses at his two best friends, causing Remus to giggle and bury his face against Sirius’ neck, trying to hide his blush.
Sirius laughed outright, shaking his head as he ran his fingers through the other teen’s hair, “What’s wrong Jimbo? Don’t want us contaminating the furniture?”
James snorted, rolling his eyes, “Hardly, it’s just that the sucky smacky noises the pair of you keep making are distracting me while I\'m trying to do this puzzle.”

Sirius snorted then, trying not to show any reaction to Remus’ having latched onto his throat like an undeniably sexy leach, “Well that’s your own fault for trying to do that puzzle while your mum’s out shopping and you know full well Remus and I will be snogging like mad.”
“As if her being home has ever stopped you.”
Sirius seemed to ponder that a moment, but whatever response he’d come up with melted into a giddy squeal as Remus’ teeth met his earlobe, nose bumping at the tender dip behind it.
Remus grinned as he drew away, his previous blush gone, “Rawr”

James rolled his eyes at the pair once more, not sure why their togetherness irked him so badly all of a sudden, it wasn’t like they wouldn’t let him in if he wanted, or even if he didn’t and they did.
He’d never minded being caught between the two of them, Remus all narrow-muscled and warm, easy to please, and Sirius, broader, more demanding in his desires but so worth it in the end.

It was then that James realized he’d been staring into space for some time and that Sirius was smirking at him, and also that Remus -while nuzzling the line of Sirius’ jaw- was watching him out of the corner of his eye.
Sirius was still smirking at their ringleader, though clearly addressing the tawny brunette beside him, “I think our Jamie wants to play.”
In some great cosmic moment of perfect timing, there was a flash of blue-purple lightning, a roll of summer thunder close on its heels.
James arched a brow, “That certainly sounds ominous.”

Sirius shrugged, tone gone matter of fact, “Might need you to play, you know what thunderstorms do to him.”
James smiled slightly, abandoning the puzzle to settle on the couch with the other two, keeping Remus bracketed between himself and Sirius. He did indeed know what thunderstorms did to the werewolf.

Remus had stilled between them, waiting expectantly. Moments later there was another flash, lighting the room almost purple for a moment, the flash followed by a longer, deeper rumble of thunder, the kind that starts low but ends up rattling the windows before running itself out.
Remus was practically quivering between his two dearest friends, a low rumble of his own having started in the back of his throat.

James smiled slightly, surprisingly delicate fingers reaching up to pet at Remus’ jaw, tilting the lycanthrope’s head gently, “Don’t get too caught up in it Rems, don’t forget we’re here…” The rest of his sentence was lost when Remus’ mouth covered his own suddenly, the fairer teen still growling faintly, the other caught completely off guard by the hunger of the kiss.
James had only ever seen this side of Remus before, once or twice, and had only ever seen him near-devouring Sirius he’d never experienced it first hand.

The intensity of it nearly bowled him over, Remus’ growl against his lips apparently reverberating straight to his groin, he was dimly aware of Sirius’ voice nearby, “C’mon Re, let him up for air, he’s starting to turn blue.”
Remus finally relented and James fell back against the couch with a gasp, “Bloody hell”
Sirius chuckled, trailing his fingers through a smirking Remus’ hair, “Good isn’t he?”
Remus tilted his head to snap at Sirius’ fingers, “Rude to talk about me as if I can’t understand.” He smiled then, turning to the still-stunned James, “But I am good, aren’t I?”

James could only nod, still dumbstruck at Remus’ sudden predatory behavior.
Sirius chuckled softly again, still petting Remus’ hair, “What d’you think Re? You want to play with our James? Or, more importantly, does Moony want to play with our James? Because it’s quite clear that our James wants to play with somebody.”
James would have argued that point, bout found no real reason to, he did want to play, just as long as Remus kissed him like that again in the near future.

There was another almost violet flash of lightning, and the thunder was echoed by Remus’ soft growl, tugging James’ sleeve with slender fingers, “Kiss him.”
It wasn’t totally clear which of the other two he was talking to, but they decided it didn’t much matter as Remus was waiting expectantly, still near-vibrating with the storm.
The other two glanced at each other, James shrugged, leaning across the lycanthrope between them.
Sirius shrugged as well, meeting him halfway so that their kiss transpired right in front of Remus, which had rather been his intent after all.

The kiss was gentle, tentative, almost shy. Remus decided that he had to do something about that.
He grinned before pressing himself up, lapping at the corner of Sirius’ mouth, then James’.
The former was rather used to this sort of thing, but the latter made a faint sound in the back of his throat, jaw going slack for a moment, something Sirius took full advantage of, tongue pressing past James’ lips, fluttering against the roof of his mouth.
Remus of course wasn’t going to sit by while they had all the fun, growling softly and pressing himself into the kiss once more, his own tongue probing at the seal of the others’ lips, all but demanding entrance.

The thunder rolled again as James fell back with a sigh, Remus grinned hungrily as he took over where Sirius had left off with ravaging their friend’s mouth.
James was making half-desperate, breathless little mewling noises, quite sure that both the oxygen supply and the blood flow to his brain had been cut off completely.
Sirius realized that James was on the verge of blacking out and physically dragged Remus away from him, taking advantage of his boyfriend’s moment of stunned silence, tugging the lycanthrope close and laying claim to his still slackened mouth.
James had to force himself to look away from that so that he could attempt to get control of himself once more.

The next roll of thunder caused even him to shiver as it drew Remus’ purr to a full-throated, hungry and almost completely feral growl.
Sirius yelped, jerking his head away as Remus nipped sharply at his tongue. The sound was almost canine in pitch.
A worried James caught hold of Remus’ arm, laughing inwardly at he and Sirius trying to protect each other from their friend. If the need between the three of them hadn’t been growing so urgent it would almost have been truly funny.

Remus whined faintly, pawing at Sirius’ chest, and Sirius -who was used to this sort of nonverbal communication- smiled slightly as he peeled out of the clingy t-shirt he was wearing.
James took a long moment to admire the well-muscled contours of his best friend’s chest and shoulders before following suit. The pair of them arched matching brows at each other before taking hold of the hem of Remus’ shirt, divesting him of the garment easily and without protest.

Sirius smiled almost impishly as he guided James’ hand to the front of Remus’ increasingly tight jeans, his voice was a low murmur, almost unheard under Remus’ growl, “Just like you’d do for yourself Jamie, really”
Remus made a faintly mewling noise, hips rocking reflexively upward into the heat of the other’s fingers. The sound would have been sweet if it weren’t for the growl still rumbling in his chest, becoming more demanding by the moment.

James swallowed hard, fingers tugging Remus’ belt free from the loops and the buckle, he managed to get the belt open completely before his hands were shaking too hard to continue, especially in the face of the insistent little bucks of Remus’ hips.
Sirius smiled, lacing their fingers against Remus’ hip, “Relax Jim, don’t think about it, just do it, same as flying.”
Now that was advice James could work with, he took a deep breath to steady himself before just shutting down the thinking part of his brain, letting instinct take over.

Nimble fingers made quick work of Remus’ fly, taking only a moment before drawing the werewolf’s already rigid arousal out into the open air, beginning to stroke slowly, feeling out the shape of it against his palm.
Sirius was in the process of mapping the scars across Remus’ chest using the edges of teeth and the tip of his tongue.
Caught between James’ thoroughly teasing fingers and Sirius’ sinfully sultry mouth, Remus’ growl unraveled into a trail of disjointed throaty noises, breath already reduced to shallow panting.

James’ smile spread then, shifting position, still caressing Remus’ need as he nuzzled the curve of Sirius’ ear, near grinning as he murmured against it, “I want to see him take you.”
Sirius groaned at that particular mental image, causing Remus to pout, he was the only one allowed to make Sirius groan like that. The fingers that he’d twined through his boyfriend’s hair tugged gently at the ends, “What?”

Sirius smiled as he stretched up to nuzzle against the corner of Remus’ mouth, “Jamie wants to watch.”
Remus’ brow furrowed as he blinked past Sirius’ shoulder, studying James a moment before turning back, “But… then… who’s going to take care of James?”
Sirius smiled again, still nuzzling softly, “Don’t worry your pretty little head over that love.”
James sighed heavily, swallowing hard, “Might I suggest that we move somewhere else? Because we all love my mum, and I don’t think we’d want to give her a heart attack when she comes back with the shopping.”

Sirius nodded, managing to haul himself and Remus to their feet. Remus whined softly at the next flash of lightning, even before the thunder, which -when it came- caused him to shudder, growl returning.
James and Sirius nodded at each other, bearing the other teen off to the guest bedroom, where Mrs. Potter was rather used to odd noises at all hours, so she likely wouldn’t question it this time either.

None of them were quite sure later how they’d managed it, but it seemed that another roll of thunder marked their entrance, and that they were all sprawled nude on the bed no sooner than the door was locked.
The blankets were already rumpled -since even away from home Sirius never made his bed- but that didn’t matter to any of them in that particular moment. Remus re-attached himself to his boyfriend’s mouth as soon as they’d landed, leaving James -metaphorically speaking- out in the cold.
Not that James minded of course, wriggling his way up to lean against the headboard, he usually wound up watching the other two anyway, and at least this time he could do so openly

Remus was pawing at Sirius’ chest again, half-kneading, half-scratching, still making faint growling noises in the back of his throat that still jolted right to James’ cock, and by the look of things, they had the same effect on Sirius.
Once Remus moved down to Sirius’ throat, the Beater grinned over at the Chaser, his head resting on the other’s calf, “Be right with you Jamie, and if you would be a dear, stag even, and get the whiz-glide out of the top drawer there,” he gestured vaguely towards the bedside table, “it might be a bit sooner.

If Sirius had been going to say anything else, it was lost in a groan as Remus latched onto a nipple, sucking hard.
James blinked at the request, then again at the groan before he leaned over to scrabble through the drawer, grinning when his fingers curled around the tube, lifting it gently, almost reverently even.
Since Sirius was occupied, he took it upon himself to slick the werewolf for him. He almost purred as the gel warmed against his skin, shifting over to snake a hand between the other two, curling slick fingers around the lycanthrope’s arousal.
The motion earned him a moan from each of them. Remus from the contact itself, and Sirius because the contact caused Remus’ teeth to sink more firmly against tender skin.
James stroked a few more times, making sure that Remus was completely covered with the rapidly warming whiz-glide before settling back against the headboard again to watch, tongue flicking out over his lower lip in anticipation.

He echoed Sirius’ surprised gasp when Remus flipped the tallest of them over none too gently, fingers nearly clawing downward from his shoulders, causing Sirius to arch against him with a half-strangled mewl.
James whimpered in something like sympathy when Remus arched forward with a growl, teeth clamped down on Sirius’ shoulder as he claimed the other teen. Though it wasn’t actually sympathy, since he knew Sirius loved every moment of the almost too-rough handling.

Once Remus had settled into what was almost a steady rhythm, Sirius grinned up at James again, catching his calf and giving it a tug, trying to slide his friend down into an easier to reach position.
James realized this a moment later, blinking rapidly as he stretched out, propping himself up on his elbows so that he could still watch, though his head rolled back with a low moan a moment later when Sirius’ altogether too full, and at the moment thoroughly kiss-swollen lips closed around the head of his shaft, tongue fluttering across the tip.

The vibration of Sirius’ next moan was almost enough to do him in right then, but he managed -barely- to hold off. Mostly he managed this by not looking at either of the others, because he knew that would cinch it.
There was another long rumble of thunder and Remus’ growl rose again, causing both of the others to shiver, Sirius because Remus had redoubled his efforts, teeth holding the nape of his neck now, and James because Sirius’ low moan sent a jolt of pure pleasure to the pit of his stomach, once again threatening to topple him over the edge.

None of them were sure anymore where the thunder ended and Remus’ growl began, all three of them to caught up in the moment, James was panting, barely holding onto what few shreds of self-control he had left, especially under Sirius’ well-practiced onslaught. Sirius was making a variety of small throaty sounds as he continued suckling and lapping, rocking back against his boyfriend occasionally, the movements instinctive now more than they were planned. Remus was quite sure that Moony had taken over completely at that point, not that it mattered really, they were all almost finished, he could feel it, one arm curling around Sirius’ waist, long fingers kneading against the root of his boyfriend’s neglected shaft, growling against Sirius’ throat again as he started stroking in earnest, quite in counterpoint to the movements of his hips.

Sirius moaned again, falling still for a moment, his eyes fluttering closed, fingers curling reflexively, one hand against James’ hip, the other in the blanket beneath them.
James moaned in turn, hips trying to buck up against Sirius’ hold, still teetering just on the brink, only needing that final push, his breathing was shallow, ragged, trying oddly enough, not to hyperventilate, though that was more of a struggle than he’d thought it would be.

Remus nearly yowled at the next rumble of thunder, hips bucking against Sirius’, fingers kneading more firmly at the other’s shaft.
Sirius could only hold out against that for so long, another low moan snaking free from his throat, nose bumping against the curve of James’ hip as his own hips rocked back against the werewolf’s, barely aware at the moment, too lost in the pleasure unraveling from the base of his spine, leaving him shuddering, still moaning around James’ need, managing to just open his throat to the sudden deluge when the other finally toppled into the abyss, Remus was only a moment behind, yowling against Sirius’ throat again, hips bucking once, twice more before he shuddered, breath stilling for a long moment before he slumped across his boyfriend’s spine, panting shallowly, trying to regain control of his breathing.
Sirius in turn collapsed under the slight weight, his head resting against James’ hip again, his own breathing not much better than the lycanthrope’s, ragged and shallow.
James had sprawled at that point, one arm thrown across his eyes, swallowing reflexively

James finally managed, “That… that was…” Sirius half smiled, one eye peeling open to look up at the other teen, his voice low, worn around the edges, “We know. Sleep Jim.” There was a murmur of agreement from Remus, already curled up against Sirius’ spine, lapping gently, apologetically at the welt he’d left against the nape of the other’s neck.
James just nodded then, wriggling down into Sirius’ open arms, nestling his head up under his friend’s chin, sleep sounded like the best idea he’d heard all day, aside from what they’d just done. He murmured a cleaning charm before stifling a yawn against Sirius’ shoulder and slipping off, warm and sated.
All three of them curled together in the rumpled guest bed, all lanky limbs and peaceful silence aside from deep, even breathing, like sleepy puppies in a basket.