prompt 6: The Adventures of Moony and Padfoot on the London Underground
Title: The Adventures of Moony and Padfoot on the London Underground
Characters/Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Rating: Adult
Disclaimer: All your characters are belong to Jo.
Summary: After going out to the theater (The theater Moony, really.) Remus and Sirius decide to take the Tube, for some reason, and Sirius Black may or may not fall in love more than once.
Prompt: 6
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“We just went out,” Sirius says as he slides into the bench-like seat next Remus. “On a date.”
“Yes.”
“To the theater.”
“Correct, again. Is there a problem, Sirius?”
“No, no problem,” Sirius replies with a lopsided grin. “It was lovely. Especially the curry. Lovely curry, that.”
“Would be you’re favorite part of tonight was the food.” Remus grumbles. Beside him, Sirius is wriggling his arse around in the seat, attempting to fish a crumpled pack of fags out of his pocket.
“Bloody pants,” He scowls. “They’re Prongs’. Forgot to put mine in the wash.”
Remus shrugs. “They give the impression that you actually have an arse. I like them.” He frowns at Sirius as he presses the fag to his lips, muttering a wandless spell that barely lights the end of it. “Do you have any idea how rude it is to smoke on the train?”
“Do you have any idea how much I need a smoke? The theater Moony, really.”
Remus coughs reflexively as Sirius exhales smoke in rings directly into his face. “I thought you said it was lovely.”
“I wasn’t lying,” Sirius says casually and Remus knows it’s true, because when has Sirius ever lied to him? Even when he and James pulled The Prank That Shall Remain Nameless, Sirius had come straight to him and confessed. There has never been anything between them. “It’s just. This is a bit odd, hm? Me and you, a bloody date. I mean, I know that we’re - and that part’s lovely, really lovely - but a date? I’m not sure that was necessary.”
Remus considers Sirius’ jumbled, thrown together thoughts for a brief moment before stealing the fag from between his lips and taking a casual drag, then hands it back to him. “I think you might be right.” He scowls when Sirius starts choking upon hearing the six words he never thought would come out of Remus Lupin‘s mouth. Something along the lines of Hell and the Freezing Over Of comes to mind, causing Remus to let out a light chuckle. He runs his fingers through Sirius’ thick hair that’s shaggy now, down to his neck, and his eyes fall to Sirius’ lips where they are pursed around the tip of the fag, opening - closing - opening - closing, with each inhalation of breath.
“Take a picture, Moony?” Sirius says without looking at him, grinning around what’s left of the cigarette, which isn’t much.
“I want to kiss you,” Remus blurts out, startled by the voice that sounds oddly like his own coming out of his mouth. It isn’t what he’d meant to say at all. He’d meant to say something witty and charming, something that would make Sirius blush the way Sirius always makes him blush. Oddly enough, when Remus finally makes himself look at Sirius again instead of the gum stuck to the floor of the train, Sirius is blushing. The scarlet in his cheeks clashes beautifully with his raven hair and cerulean eyes and it only makes Remus want to kiss him more.
“But,” Sirius protests, looking around them. There aren’t many people on the train at this time of night, but there are still a few passengers. One of them is an older woman, about five seats up, and across from her, two teenage girls. “There are people, Moony. People that could see you kissing me.”
“I know.” His voice is firm and to Sirius it sounds like he said more than he did. Remus says more to him in those two little words than he has since that night on the Astronomy Tower, when Sirius had confessed to him that he didn’t like girls, and Remus had smiled and given him his first real kiss.
“What ya waiting for then, Moony?” Sirius smirks and raises one eyebrow at him wickedly. Remus glares at him, removing the butt of the fag from Sirius’ fingers, banishing it into thin air as he lowers his head and presses his lips against Sirius’.
Yes, he tastes like a chimney. A chimney with cloves, but still a chimney, but also of curry, of chocolate malt, and of summer, which will be over far sooner than he‘d like. He cups the back of Sirius’ neck with a large hand and Sirius let’s out a soft, breathy sigh as he parts his lips. Remus feels Sirius’ hand on his thigh as he slips his tongue into his mouth and strokes Sirius’ tongue with his own in slow, sensual movements. He feels Sirius’ fingers tighten around his thigh, tracing lazy circles with his thumb as he returns Remus’ kisses with the same torturous slowness, moving his wet lips along the curve of Remus’ jaw as his hand moves up Remus’ leg.
“Sirius,” Remus whispers warningly, suddenly acutely aware of where they are and where Sirius’ hand is headed.
“Shh,” Sirius breathes close to his ear, massaging Remus’ full blown erection through his trousers with the heel of his hand. “No one’ll see. Train’s nearly empty.”
“Nnk,” is the only thing Remus manages as Sirius’ fingers begin to deftly unbutton his fly and he slides off the bench, kneeling in the tight space between Remus’ legs. Remus looks down into Sirius swirling eyes, dark with arousal and hunger, and touches a finger to his lips. Okay.
Sirius swallows hard and his eyes turn focused, pulling down the zip on Remus’ khaki trousers, his throat dryer than the Sahara as his eyes fall upon the huge bulge in Remus’ underwear, and the bit of swollen, pinkish flesh peeking out the top. Licking his lips, Sirius hooks his thumb into Remus’ navy blue briefs and peels them down, just far enough to free his aching cock from the material. He breathes over the tip unintentionally, causing Remus to shudder against the bench and grasp Sirius’ hair between his fingers, and he hasn’t even touched him yet. Sirius looks up into his golden eyes, finding Remus’ hand by his side and lacing their fingers together as his lips slide over the head of Remus’ cock.
Remus can’t think. Can’t see. Can’t feel anything except wet and hot and soft and oh - its Sirius, sucking him off on the bloody tube for Merlin’s sake, with people just up the row, and God, Merlin, somebody - that shouldn’t make him nearly come, but it does.
Sirius, he moans inside his head, because he can’t say it aloud and it’s bloody killing him. Killing him. He tangles his fingers tighter in Sirius’ hair and thrusts his hips upward, feels his cock bump the back of Sirius’ throat, and feels Sirius’ teeth scrape his shaft in return. Sirius squeezes his bollucks as best he can around the bunched up material and Remus has to literally bite his tongue to keep from grunting like an animal when he feels a single finger stroking the cleft of his arse.
Sirius, Padfoot, God, Merlin. Feels so good, so bloody good. Oh yes, like that, suck my cock Sirius, Padfoot. Merlin, you suck it so good. Oh fuck, oh fuck, Sirius I - I‘m-
Remus digs his nails into Sirius’ scalp with one hand and bends Sirius’ fingers backward with the other as he keens over and comes with a long lasting shudder, unaware that he actually said most of his inner monologue aloud, but only in a soft whisper loud enough for Sirius to hear. Sirius swallows down Remus’ release eagerly, making a soft whimpering noise around his cock, and it isn’t until then that Remus realizes that Sirius has been stroking himself through his trousers - James’ actually - with the hand that wasn’t currently holding his. Sirius finishes milking the last drops of release from his cock and lays his head on Remus’ stomach as he comes, shuddering from head to toe as the orgasm slowly ripples throughout his body.
“I love you,” Remus says, looking down into Sirius’ sated, shimmering blue eyes. It’s the first time he’s actually said it, though it doesn’t feel it. It feels like he’s been saying it his entire life, and this is just another declaration, another reminder.
“I love you too,” Sirius replies just as easily, as if they’re saying good morning or pass the cream. “And I bloody love the tube.”
Characters/Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Rating: Adult
Disclaimer: All your characters are belong to Jo.
Summary: After going out to the theater (The theater Moony, really.) Remus and Sirius decide to take the Tube, for some reason, and Sirius Black may or may not fall in love more than once.
Prompt: 6
1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10
“We just went out,” Sirius says as he slides into the bench-like seat next Remus. “On a date.”
“Yes.”
“To the theater.”
“Correct, again. Is there a problem, Sirius?”
“No, no problem,” Sirius replies with a lopsided grin. “It was lovely. Especially the curry. Lovely curry, that.”
“Would be you’re favorite part of tonight was the food.” Remus grumbles. Beside him, Sirius is wriggling his arse around in the seat, attempting to fish a crumpled pack of fags out of his pocket.
“Bloody pants,” He scowls. “They’re Prongs’. Forgot to put mine in the wash.”
Remus shrugs. “They give the impression that you actually have an arse. I like them.” He frowns at Sirius as he presses the fag to his lips, muttering a wandless spell that barely lights the end of it. “Do you have any idea how rude it is to smoke on the train?”
“Do you have any idea how much I need a smoke? The theater Moony, really.”
Remus coughs reflexively as Sirius exhales smoke in rings directly into his face. “I thought you said it was lovely.”
“I wasn’t lying,” Sirius says casually and Remus knows it’s true, because when has Sirius ever lied to him? Even when he and James pulled The Prank That Shall Remain Nameless, Sirius had come straight to him and confessed. There has never been anything between them. “It’s just. This is a bit odd, hm? Me and you, a bloody date. I mean, I know that we’re - and that part’s lovely, really lovely - but a date? I’m not sure that was necessary.”
Remus considers Sirius’ jumbled, thrown together thoughts for a brief moment before stealing the fag from between his lips and taking a casual drag, then hands it back to him. “I think you might be right.” He scowls when Sirius starts choking upon hearing the six words he never thought would come out of Remus Lupin‘s mouth. Something along the lines of Hell and the Freezing Over Of comes to mind, causing Remus to let out a light chuckle. He runs his fingers through Sirius’ thick hair that’s shaggy now, down to his neck, and his eyes fall to Sirius’ lips where they are pursed around the tip of the fag, opening - closing - opening - closing, with each inhalation of breath.
“Take a picture, Moony?” Sirius says without looking at him, grinning around what’s left of the cigarette, which isn’t much.
“I want to kiss you,” Remus blurts out, startled by the voice that sounds oddly like his own coming out of his mouth. It isn’t what he’d meant to say at all. He’d meant to say something witty and charming, something that would make Sirius blush the way Sirius always makes him blush. Oddly enough, when Remus finally makes himself look at Sirius again instead of the gum stuck to the floor of the train, Sirius is blushing. The scarlet in his cheeks clashes beautifully with his raven hair and cerulean eyes and it only makes Remus want to kiss him more.
“But,” Sirius protests, looking around them. There aren’t many people on the train at this time of night, but there are still a few passengers. One of them is an older woman, about five seats up, and across from her, two teenage girls. “There are people, Moony. People that could see you kissing me.”
“I know.” His voice is firm and to Sirius it sounds like he said more than he did. Remus says more to him in those two little words than he has since that night on the Astronomy Tower, when Sirius had confessed to him that he didn’t like girls, and Remus had smiled and given him his first real kiss.
“What ya waiting for then, Moony?” Sirius smirks and raises one eyebrow at him wickedly. Remus glares at him, removing the butt of the fag from Sirius’ fingers, banishing it into thin air as he lowers his head and presses his lips against Sirius’.
Yes, he tastes like a chimney. A chimney with cloves, but still a chimney, but also of curry, of chocolate malt, and of summer, which will be over far sooner than he‘d like. He cups the back of Sirius’ neck with a large hand and Sirius let’s out a soft, breathy sigh as he parts his lips. Remus feels Sirius’ hand on his thigh as he slips his tongue into his mouth and strokes Sirius’ tongue with his own in slow, sensual movements. He feels Sirius’ fingers tighten around his thigh, tracing lazy circles with his thumb as he returns Remus’ kisses with the same torturous slowness, moving his wet lips along the curve of Remus’ jaw as his hand moves up Remus’ leg.
“Sirius,” Remus whispers warningly, suddenly acutely aware of where they are and where Sirius’ hand is headed.
“Shh,” Sirius breathes close to his ear, massaging Remus’ full blown erection through his trousers with the heel of his hand. “No one’ll see. Train’s nearly empty.”
“Nnk,” is the only thing Remus manages as Sirius’ fingers begin to deftly unbutton his fly and he slides off the bench, kneeling in the tight space between Remus’ legs. Remus looks down into Sirius swirling eyes, dark with arousal and hunger, and touches a finger to his lips. Okay.
Sirius swallows hard and his eyes turn focused, pulling down the zip on Remus’ khaki trousers, his throat dryer than the Sahara as his eyes fall upon the huge bulge in Remus’ underwear, and the bit of swollen, pinkish flesh peeking out the top. Licking his lips, Sirius hooks his thumb into Remus’ navy blue briefs and peels them down, just far enough to free his aching cock from the material. He breathes over the tip unintentionally, causing Remus to shudder against the bench and grasp Sirius’ hair between his fingers, and he hasn’t even touched him yet. Sirius looks up into his golden eyes, finding Remus’ hand by his side and lacing their fingers together as his lips slide over the head of Remus’ cock.
Remus can’t think. Can’t see. Can’t feel anything except wet and hot and soft and oh - its Sirius, sucking him off on the bloody tube for Merlin’s sake, with people just up the row, and God, Merlin, somebody - that shouldn’t make him nearly come, but it does.
Sirius, he moans inside his head, because he can’t say it aloud and it’s bloody killing him. Killing him. He tangles his fingers tighter in Sirius’ hair and thrusts his hips upward, feels his cock bump the back of Sirius’ throat, and feels Sirius’ teeth scrape his shaft in return. Sirius squeezes his bollucks as best he can around the bunched up material and Remus has to literally bite his tongue to keep from grunting like an animal when he feels a single finger stroking the cleft of his arse.
Sirius, Padfoot, God, Merlin. Feels so good, so bloody good. Oh yes, like that, suck my cock Sirius, Padfoot. Merlin, you suck it so good. Oh fuck, oh fuck, Sirius I - I‘m-
Remus digs his nails into Sirius’ scalp with one hand and bends Sirius’ fingers backward with the other as he keens over and comes with a long lasting shudder, unaware that he actually said most of his inner monologue aloud, but only in a soft whisper loud enough for Sirius to hear. Sirius swallows down Remus’ release eagerly, making a soft whimpering noise around his cock, and it isn’t until then that Remus realizes that Sirius has been stroking himself through his trousers - James’ actually - with the hand that wasn’t currently holding his. Sirius finishes milking the last drops of release from his cock and lays his head on Remus’ stomach as he comes, shuddering from head to toe as the orgasm slowly ripples throughout his body.
“I love you,” Remus says, looking down into Sirius’ sated, shimmering blue eyes. It’s the first time he’s actually said it, though it doesn’t feel it. It feels like he’s been saying it his entire life, and this is just another declaration, another reminder.
“I love you too,” Sirius replies just as easily, as if they’re saying good morning or pass the cream. “And I bloody love the tube.”