FIC: "Last Chance in the Hallway" by sethkyne_blue; S/R/J (NC-17)
And the other fic! I posted this around awhile back so you may or may not have seen it already. Have at it!
Title: Last Chance in the Hallway
Author: sethkyne_blue
Pairing(s): S/R/J
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 5490
Content: PWP (Don’t even try to find a plot here, because there isn’t one.)
Warning(s): threesome; voyeurism; public sex; rimming; mild restraint; somewhat mean!Sirius & Remus
Summary: James catches Sirius & Remus in a compromising situation; James joins in with said situation; inevitable pr0n ensues…
Disclaimer: None of them are mine. No copyright infringement is intended.
Author’s note(s): Rework of a scene from my eventually forthcoming JP/SS (among other pairings) fic Before It Comes to Light.
Acknowledgements: I blame irish_lily and my smut Muses wholeheartedly for this entire thing! (Thanks as always for the great Beta, hon!) Thanks also to fleshdress for encouragement when I really didn’t think this might ever get written.
They were right there in front of him. Not in plain sight, precisely, but near enough to it that it made James’ face hotter the longer he considered the implications. He’d stumbled across them quite by accident and a half-way good thing that had been; it could have been anyone coming down the hall. They were mad to be doing it. This wasn’t a well-travelled corridor, but bloody hell. It was risky, dangerous, and…
Bloody perverted, that’s what that is. And more than enough to risk being expelled for, I’d think. At the very least put on probation. Urgh. Who needs to see that? And yet, James wasn’t looking away. He was, in fact, trying hard not to notice how very much he was not looking away. Trying not to notice the way their bodies seemed to fit together, angles to angles and curves to curves. Trying not to notice how they were tangled around each other, that Remus was drawing himself along Sirius’ thigh and Remus’ hands were quite busy down the half-fastened front of Sirius’ trousers. Oh good Lord. Especially trying not to notice the growing heaviness in his lower body and the way his breathing had begun to match a pace set by Sirius’ own.
James watched the darker boy’s hips rocking in time to the flex of Remus’ bicep. Just for a moment he wished he knew what it felt like to be under those hands, or to be using those hands, or to just walk right up and slide right in between them and-. And he found himself swallowing a surprising amount of saliva. He had a brief rush of guilt, a feeling that he really shouldn’t be spying on his mates, but then Remus began kissing Sirius in earnest with sucking and tongue and soft little Nnh-noises and James’ mouth dropped open, a spurt of adrenaline humming through his veins. He wasn’t going anywhere.
Remus slid his face down to nuzzle the skin beneath Sirius’ jaw with soft-looking lips. James watched the candy-pink tongue leaving long wet stripes, and then teeth flashing white as he sank them hard into Sirius’ neck. James let out a choking sigh, chest rising in tandem with Sirius’.
He was louder than he’d meant to be. Sirius’ eyelids dragged slowly open, his pupils contracting to pinpoints as he focused on James. Recovering quickly from the initial surprise, Sirius’ eyes grew large and full, an indulgent smirk playing across his lips. Oh, hell. I’m in for it now, James thought. He prepared himself for retaliation or humiliation. Possibly both.
But, no.
Sirius rolled languidly against the wall, deliberately bringing his hand up to cup Moony’s crotch, open challenge flooding his expression. James could hear the words almost as clearly as if they had been spoken: Caught you looking, Prongsie. You like to watch? Well get a load of this, then.
Ja-ames, Sirius mouthed, daring him to look away. He leaned forward to kiss Remus again. His eyes fluttered shut for a moment and then flew open again, locking with James’. The kiss went on for some minutes, slow and heated. At last Sirius broke away and dug his hands into Remus’ shoulders, urging him downward.
Oh.
Remus folded his long legs beneath him, unfastening Sirius’ trousers with a nimbleness obviously bred by frequent practise. James had only a brief, breathless glimpse of Sirius’ erection before Remus bent his head and swallowed him whole.
Oh, Merlin, yes.
James felt flushed, his skin too tight, his tongue too large for his mouth. He watched Remus’ neck curve as he moved his mouth slowly over Sirius’ cock. A buzzing tingle began in his stomach and spread along his limbs. One of Sirius’ hands slid through Remus’ hair, a quiet moan of satisfaction bubbling out of him.
The noise brought James’ awareness back to Sirius and as his eyes snapped to Sirius’ face, he realised with a stab of panic that Sirius had been watching him the whole time. Sirius’ gaze hardened and he tugged impatiently at Remus’ hair. “Oi, Moony,” he said softly.
“Mmm.” Remus seemed a bit put out at the idea of interruption and quickened his pace.
“Oooh, fuck.” Sirius tugged harder on Remus’ hair, eventually dislodging him. “Fuck, but I bloody love your mouth,” he hissed. He looked like he wanted to take a bite out of Remus’ lip.
“Then why the hell did you stop me?”
“We have a guest.”
Remus turned, still on his knees. “Oh…James.” He looked a bit sheepish, then apparently noticed the helpless desire on James’ face and his expression turned considering. “Sirius,” he began in a questioning tone.
Sirius ignored him. “So, James. What d’you say?”
“Why…what do you mean?” The voice didn’t sound anything like his own. He can’t mean what I think he means. He’s just taking the piss. Remus’d never…
“Oh, Prongs. Don’t be coy. You know exactly what I’m getting at. You. Me. Moony. Do the math, James. You’ve always been good with figures.”
“But I-” James felt like he was slowly going insane. He couldn’t mean it, really.
“Remus. Go grab him before he comes to his senses, would you?”
Remus rolled to his feet, approaching James cautiously as one would an unpredictable animal. “All right, James?”
“Uh - yeah. I …I reckon so. What’re you-?”
Remus reached out and took him gently by the elbow, guiding him over towards Sirius and the recess in which they’d been hidden. “Let’s just all have a bit of a chat, eh?” Comfortable, reassuring Remus, his tone the same as always. Not possibly the wanton creature he’d just seen avidly sucking Sirius’ cock.
Sirius had rearranged his robes, leaving little sign of earlier events. James had only his own aching arousal as confirmation of what he’d witnessed, and even that seemed slightly surreal all of a sudden.
“So, James,” Sirius said pleasantly as Remus steered him into the smallish space, “you fancy a go?”
“What?” James face flushed.
“I said,” Sirius whispered as he leaned in towards James, “‘D’you fancy a go?’ With me and Moony.”
James was speechless. He didn’t just say that. “But I don’t…that is…I mean, I’m not-”
“Hang on a minute.” Sirius moved as if going for something in his pocket, only to dart forward unexpectedly and smash his mouth to James’. James had no time to react before he felt a very insistent tongue sliding across his lips. Hands twined in the hair at the back of his head, pulling a bit roughly in just the way he liked. His mouth cautiously opened and the tongue pressed in, gliding along his own.
Fucking hell. Sirius was a good kisser. Better than good - he was fucking amazing. Too soon he pulled back, leaving James wet-mouthed and panting.
“Well. That answers one question, now doesn’t it? Moony?” His laugh was kindly this time - not a trace of mockery.
James was hazily aware of Remus approaching behind Sirius’ shoulder, but he couldn’t muster the brain power to decide whether that was a good or a bad thing.
“Go ahead, Moony,” Sirius said, moving aside to let him pass. “He’s quite nice. Tastes a bit of treacle.”
Well, I did just come from dinner, James thought dumbly.
Remus filled up James’ vision, his eyes the most unusual shade of pale brown James had ever seen. Had they always been that colour?
“Hullo, Prongs,” he whispered. He searched James’ face for a moment and seemingly found whatever he was looking for as he smiled slightly and leaned in. Lips, even softer than they’d looked against Sirius’ throat, pressed to James’, moving slowly. James felt Moony’s fingertips just brush the edges of his jaw and he shivered. Oh. This was a very good thing, James decided. This kiss went on for quite a bit longer than the first, and when Remus reluctantly broke away James made a small noise of protest.
“Nice, eh?” Sirius remarked enthusiastically.
“Gods, he’s lovely,” Remus answered, sounding somewhat breathless.
As he licked his lips it dawned on James what Remus had been doing with his mouth just moments before. He felt his face warming again and, disconcertingly, felt an excited jolt from his cock.
“So, what do you say?” Sirius’ voice cut cheerily into his thoughts. “Remus here seems at least as eager as you. And as for me,” Sirius leaned forward again, bringing up his hand to rub James slowly through his trousers, “I must say I’m quite impressed, Prongs.”
James gasped, found himself pressing into Sirius’ palm.
Sirius gave a dirty laugh. “I’d call that a resounding ‘yes’.”
Remus smiled again too, larger this time.
James felt his mouth curving shyly. They were his mates, after all. Oh…yes. Wrong thing to think about. Makes it more than a bit odd. Then again…
Sirius interrupted his train of thought once more by pulling open James’ robes and loosening his tie.
James’ throat tightened. “What - here?!” He was more than tempted by what Sirius and Remus were offering, but good Lord. Were they mad?
“Where else would you like it, James? In the common room, perhaps?”
“But I thought-”
“No time like the present. We have just enough time and just enough space to work this out quite nicely right here. Just so long as you,” Sirius nodded at him, “can keep yourself quiet.” He grinned impishly at Remus. “Moony’s had loads of practise at that. Now-” Sirius moved in against James with another breath-stealing kiss. This time there was no hesitation from either boy. James kissed Sirius back just as hard, coaxing a few surprised murmurs of pleasure from him. But when Sirius pressed along him full-length and he felt the hot stiffness of Sirius' erection brush his own, James was hard put not only to keep quiet, but to keep from tearing at his own clothing in an effort to get closer to Sirius’ skin. “Oh, fuck,” he moaned into Sirius’ mouth, desperately wishing there wasn’t so much fabric separating them.
“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves, James, my boy.” Laughing, Sirius pulled out his wand, gave it a lazy flick, “Obfuscatus,” and returned it to his pocket. At James’ questioning look he explained, “It’s a see-me-not spell. Dead useful.”
Remus continued, “Unless someone knows to be looking for you their eyes just sort of skate over you. Not much use if someone already knows you’re there, but it does nicely when you’re partly hidden already.”
“Right. But mind you keep quiet. If someone hears you they’ll know where to look and that’ll break the Glamour. All right?”
James nodded, slightly uncertain, but it sounded as if they’d used this method before. It was Remus who made up his mind. If Moony trusted it, who was he to argue?
“And now, gentlemen,” Sirius rubbed his hands together fiercely, “To business!” He started forward and pulled Remus against him, snogging him thoroughly.
James felt a bit at loose ends, not sure what to do, not sure if he was intruding.
“Oh, honestly, Prongs. Don’t make that face. It’s unsightly. C’mere.” Sirius beckoned with his fingers when he came up for air.
James was drawn into a warm little circle, all three boys with their foreheads touching. Sirius threw his arms over James’ and Remus’ shoulders and began whispering conspiratorially.
“Now, James, I thought since you’ve already seen what I like, you should see what Moony likes, too. Better way to ease you into it, I reckon. Besides, it’s far too obvious how much you like to watch.” James blushed, started to protest, then promptly gave up; there was no point. “And yes, Remus. I just want to get at that lovely cock of yours.” Remus’ eyes went dark. “Ah, lovely. Check this out, Prongs.” Sirius stepped back, delving into Remus’ robes without preamble and pulling out his erection. It was long and slender like the rest of Remus, the tip just glossy with wetness. Sirius dropped to his knees with an eager sound and molded his lips around the head.
“Shite,” James whispered. It was one thing to watch vaguely from a distance, quite another thing entirely to be this close to the proverbial action. Sirius’ mouth stretched wide as he took in several inches of Remus at once, then moved his head in little dips, the shining length reemerging from between his lips and disappearing again. The wet sucking sounds he was making were sending regular jolts straight to James’ groin.
Just when James didn’t think he could stand anymore - palm sliding unconsciously across his crotch, squeezing himself through his clothes - Sirius sat back on his heels, glancing smartly at him. He divested Remus of his trousers and pants and stuck two fingers in his mouth, wetting them thoroughly. Remus gave a tiny hiccup and looked at James with burning eyes, his cock jumping a bit. “Lord, Moony, you little tart. And you call me an exhibitionist.” Sirius leaned back down again to Remus’ cock, but his hand… It went right around Remus’ hip, slid just behind his balls and stayed there. Remus sucked in a rattling breath and threw back his head.
James was puzzled for a moment until he noticed the rocking of Sirius’ wrist. Oh, he’s- WHOA! He’s- Oh, good Lord. James prepared himself to be disgusted with Sirius, until he caught sight of Moony’s face again. His eyes were unfocused, half-closed, and his hips were making small desperate motions in time with Sirius’ hand. He likes it. James watched in fascination as Remus bit his lip so hard in the attempt to keep quiet that a bright spot of blood appeared. Shit, he fucking loves it.
Sirius stopped then, sliding to his feet, wiping his fingers carelessly on his robe. He kissed Remus briefly, licking the blood from his mouth almost tenderly. He advanced on James, swaggering a bit, stroking the point of one sharp canine with the tip of his tongue. “Enjoy the show?” he murmured, yanking James in by his shirtfront and kissing him again. James tasted just a hint of blood and a heavier flavor over Sirius’ own. He let out a small groan as he realised it was Moony he tasted in Sirius’ mouth. Fuck.
The black-haired boy quickly undid James’ flies. “Perhaps we should get better acquainted, yes?” His trousers slid to the floor in a crumpled heap.
James turned toward Remus to gauge his reaction with a hint of panic. Remus stared at him intently with a distinctly predatory air. He licked his lips as his eyes darted to the bulge in James’ pants.
“Ah. Feeling lonely, Moony?” Sirius chuckled. “C’mon then.”
Remus slid easily against Sirius’ chest, kissing him hungrily for a moment, then moving on to James. Remus’ lips were still wet from Sirius’ as he pressed his mouth to James’. It sent another quick pulse of excitement threading through him.
Sirius soon joined in again, licking his way along James’ neck. Remus’ fingers worked their way under James’ shirt, catching at his skin and pinching his nipples. James sighed, moving into both their touches.
He felt Sirius pulling off his robes, surrendered to it even as he detected sly fingers sliding his y-fronts down his thighs. As soon as his cock sprang free Remus wrapped one quick hand around it, still kissing him. He shuddered hard against Remus’ mouth, only vaguely aware of Sirius’ hands smoothing along his hips.
Next he knew, Sirius’ hands were on his arse, fingers stroking into the cleft. It felt odd and James was just about to stop kissing long enough to say so when Remus thumbed back his foreskin and slowly began rubbing the exposed tip of his prick. Just as he was riding the wave of these new feelings, he felt a sharp pinch to his arsecheek - what felt like teeth. Teeth? That meant that Sirius was…
He didn’t get a chance to complete the thought before he was being spread and that hot, determined tongue was licking a trail straight along where a tongue should never go. Salazar’s skirt, that’s not on. But it was somehow frighteningly right as Sirius’ tongue began a steady swirl just against his opening. Maybe it was Moony giving his cock even squeezes at the same time. Maybe not. Regardless, it felt better than, in James’ opinion, it had any bloody right to.
He relaxed into this, too: the gentle probing, the soft swish of feeling, the bruising grip Sirius had on his pelvis. Oh, it was marvelous. And then Sirius, wicked, horrible, clever Sirius began with a series of fluttering flicks, teasing at him, causing James to push his hips backwards for more. More what, he couldn’t have said, but Sirius, not to be outdone, did indeed give him more.
James felt the sharp dart of a tongue one, twice and then it was - Oh gods - it was just barely inside him, stabbing to the core of him again and again. James bucked and broke free from Remus’ mouth, calling out loudly.
“Shhh,” Remus admonished him, pulling him into another kiss. Sirius pushed in again and made a slow sweeping circle first in one direction, then the other. He did it again.
“Nnngh. Oh fuck!”
“Remus,” Sirius said, pulling away for a moment, “give his mouth something better to do.”
Remus grinned, releasing James and quickly spreading his robe on the floor. “Better give me these,” he suggested, snatching off James’ spectacles. “Wouldn’t want them to get messy, now would we?” Remus set them aside and came back all business. “Hands and knees, James.” He said it matter-of-factly, as if instructing him on wand technique. James obeyed automatically, if only to get Sirius’ mouth back where it belonged as soon as possible. Sirius didn’t disappoint, and began licking him again as soon as James was positioned correctly. But there was more.
Moony came forward now, pumping his erection several times in his fist before dragging the glistening head across James’ mouth. James’ lips were already bruised from kissing and the silky feel of Remus’ cock made them feel oversensitive and swollen. Just then Sirius twisted his tongue in a most spectacular fashion. Any sound that James might have made was stifled by Remus’ opportunistic inward slide at the parting of his lips.
“Mnngf,” said James in muffled surprise.
“Don’t talk with your mouth full, James,” Remus said evenly. “It’s not polite.” He gave a forward nudge of his hips. “C’mon now, Prongs,” he urged.
As the tip of Moony’s cock resettled James overcame his shock and was promptly assaulted by a wash of sensations. Remus was firm and smooth in his mouth and he tasted - oh, he tasted - of salt and heat. James suckled experimentally and was rewarded with an appreciative “Ah!” He was momentarily distracted by a skillful swipe from Sirius, and as the excitement danced through him he tickled along the edge of Moony’s foreskin, then pushed it back, sliding his tongue across the sensitive head just as Moony had done earlier with his thumb.
Remus swallowed a groan and rocked his hips forward impatiently. “If I weren’t sure you hadn’t done this before, I’d think you were being deliberately cruel,” he snarled in an undertone. “For Merlin’s sake, Prongs, just suck it. I’m fit to burst, here.”
James made a seal of his lips and sucked, gently at first, and then with increasing confidence, bobbing his head like Sirius had done.
“Oh gods, yes, that’s it,” Remus muttered, coaxing James’ head forward with his hands.
The act of sucking was making things low in James body tighten dangerously. He could feel his cock jerking erratically against his belly, knew he was dripping with precome by now. Moony was making the most delicious, barely-audible noises - tiny whimpers and keens - as he worked his way towards climax. James almost paused, discovering with a start why the sounds seemed so familiar.
Sirius and Remus were not always discreet in their love-making. James had heard these same noises - less restrained - from the curtained privacy of Remus’ bed on many a late, sleepless night. He’d even secretly wanked to them on more than one occasion. He’d always thought it was Remus he’d heard, but there had been no way to be sure until now.
Merlin.
And now he was the one making Remus make those noises, making him bite his own wrist to muffle them.
Fuck.
James rumbled his arousal at the realisation and felt Remus’ thighs tense. He had only that much warning before Remus gave a sharp snap of his hips and came against the roof of James’ mouth. James choked on the unexpected mouthful - warm and slightly bitter - felt the majority spill down his chin as Remus pulled out. He coughed hoarsely, utterly mortified, and felt Sirius move away as he tried to clear his throat.
“Fuck, Moony,” James said quietly, “I’m sorry. I-”
Remus’ hands tightened in his hair, urging him to kneel up. James couldn’t see the expression on his face, but the brown-haired boy quickly knelt down with him and began licking up the mess with long velvety strokes of his tongue.
“Huh,” was all James managed. He tried - once again unsuccessfully - to be revolted, but couldn’t summon the excess energy. If only he wasn’t so hard. If only Moony’s tongue didn’t feel so searchingly erotic, rasping along his neck and chin. And the way he imagined it must look…
Sirius gave voice to them all. “Oh Godric’s balls, that’s bloody beautiful,” he said in hushed tones.
Remus finished with a little purr of satisfaction and went to put on his discarded pants and trousers. “‘S’bloody cold, man,” he said by way of explanation when James saw Sirius’ head turn briefly in Remus’ direction.
Sirius kept staring at James - he could sense it - eyes hovering along his skin like fingertips. His face felt damp and sticky and his cock ached. He squeezed at it fitfully with one hand.
“Good Lord, if you don’t look every inch the debauched schoolboy,” Sirius whispered huskily.
James looked down at himself, squinting - shirt rumpled, tie half-undone, rosy erection peeking out from between his shirttails.
“Look at him, Moony. Merlin’s bits, have you ever seen anything so bloody sexy?”
Remus murmured in approval.
“That little smear of come just by his mouth. Fuck.” Sirius’ voice went very quiet. “God damn it, Prongs. I wish I could give you a mirror right now. You’d want to fuck yourself.”
James gave a little shudder at the undisguised lust in Sirius’ words. He squeezed his cock again and began rubbing it very slowly. Shit. He was drenched.
“Oh, no, James,” Sirius spoke quietly again. “I think we can do better than that. Help him out, Moony.”
Remus was soon kneeling behind James, his fist closing delicately around James’ erection. “I’m quite good at this, you know,” he whispered damply in James’ ear. It was not an idle boast.
Remus’ fingers were strong and deft and all the while he was stroking James he kept murmuring the most delightfully dirty things against the side of his neck. “Gods, James, you’re so wet,” or, “you feel so good in my hand - like hard silk.” James found himself gasping, draped backwards over Moony’s chest.
“Oi. Remus.”
James opened his eyes with difficulty at the sound of Sirius’ voice.
“Give us a taste, yeah?”
Remus’ fingers immediately focused on the tip of his prick, gathering a small slick of precome. He lifted his hand up to Sirius, who leant down and sucked off James’ wetness finger by finger.
A peculiar stuttering sound filled James’ throat. He blinked spasmodically. It might not have been in perfect focus, but James didn’t have to see all the details to know what that clinging mouth was doing.
He must have closed his eyes at one point because Sirius had a hand beneath his chin, tilting up his face when his eyelids flickered open again. James still couldn’t make out an expression; that gave him pause. I almost might as well be blindfolded. Oh. His cock twitched. Shit, James. Don’t think about that.
Sirius was close now; James could smell him
“Tell me James.” Sirius’ voice was a brush above inaudible. “Did you like sucking Moony’s cock?”
James pulled in a harsh breath.
“Did you? I think you did.”
James was blushing, but only half in embarrassment. He felt his balls tighten and his hips start rocking a bit in anticipation.
“Oh, yes. You’re an eager thing, aren’t you? I think you’ll enjoy mine just as much.”
There was a rustle of fabric and James could smell the hot, secret scent of Sirius’ body. It made his mouth water and his stomach tense.
“I know you want it. I can see it in your face. Now…,” James heard the moist, even sound of wanking and heard Sirius’ breath speed up, “I want to hear you say, ‘Padfoot, please put your cock in my mouth.’”
James choked.
“If you want it, you have to ask for it.” Sirius was gritting his teeth now, the sounds getting faster. “Say it. Say, ‘Padfoot, put your cock in my mouth.’ Say it. We’re not going any further until you bring me off, and I know you want to, you little slut. Moony?”
“P…Pa…Please.” James felt tears of desperation stinging in his eyes as Remus’ hand started up again, fondling and teasing him. And the whispers: “Oh James, he’s so hard for you. Don’t you want to taste him? All hot and slick in your mouth? Oh fuck, he tastes so good.”
“Not good enough, Prongs. You have to say it all. C’mon. There’s a good lad.”
James felt a swirl of anger thread through his arousal at Sirius’ condescending tone. Moony tightened his fist. “Oh fuck…Padfoot, put your cock in my mouth now, you sodding bastard,” James grated out through clenched teeth.
“Well,” he heard Sirius snigger unexpectedly, “not quite what I asked for, but my, you are lush when you’re demanding, James. By all means.”
James knew what to expect this time, so he wasn’t as overwhelmed when Sirius slid between his parted lips. The first thing he noticed was that Sirius was not as long as Remus, but distinctly thicker. The taste of him was sharper, less subtle. Sirius almost immediately began thrusting roughly into James’ mouth and James struggled to follow the pace. He eventually gave up trying to move and simply attempted to keep the suction going, letting Sirius fuck his mouth. Moony was still hot against his back, stroking him with one hand and skillfully pinching at his balls with the other, mouthing burning bites to the nape of his neck.
Sirius gave one last hard push and emptied himself down James’ throat, holding James’ head in place with both hands as his body tensed and quivered. James managed to swallow this time, feeling the warm pulses subside along the back of his tongue. Sirius huffed out shakily and collapsed to his knees in front of James. “Fuck, James. That mouth.”
Remus promptly snaked himself around and captured James’ lips, sharing the taste of Sirius between them.
“Oh,” Sirius sighed at the sight of them.
Remus shortly had his fill and pulled away, nuzzling at the curve of James’ neck. “Your turn, Prongs.”
“You’re quite right, Moony. On your feet, James.”
James chuckled. “Don’t know that I can stand, mate.”
“Well, you’ll have to.” Sirius’ tone left no room for protest. He and Remus hauled James onto decidedly unsteady legs and walked him the short distance to the stone wall. James leaned into it, allowing the cold, rough surface to chill his overheated skin. The tip of his cock brushed the stone and he jerked at the sensation, breath catching in his chest. “I think he’s ready, Remus.” James heard the soft sounds of Sirius refastening his trousers and pressed his cheek to the mercifully cold stones. “C’mon, Prongs.” Sirius’ hand patted James side, urging him to lean back.
James watched blearily as Sirius slipped between his flushed body and the wall. And dropped to his knees. “Ohgoodfuckinggodoh,” James moaned as Sirius teasingly flicked his tongue along the underside of James’ cock. Sirius stopped and leaned around James. “Moony?” he asked once again.
A smooth hand covered James’ mouth tightly and Sirius bent back down to continue laving James’ erection. James breathed in sharply through his nose and moaned against Remus’ fingers. The scent of his own cock was thick on Moony’s hand and it made him slightly dizzy, made him sneak out his tongue to taste himself on Moony’s palm.
“Lord,” Remus hissed in his ear. “You are a right tart, James, aren’t you? How about this, beauty?” Remus sucked two fingers into his mouth, and James knew what was coming next. He shuddered, pressing back into Remus’ chest.
Sirius’ hair was like black silk against his belly, his mouth a scalding, sucking heat on his straining cock. And Moony’s fingers, long and elegant, pushed against his arse softly, but with determination. It still felt odd, but not as odd as the first time. James spread his legs willingly without any prompting from either Sirius or Remus, bending back a bit to make up for his height.
Moony’s fingers were much larger than Sirius’ tongue had been, which was both good and bad as he twisted his way inside. James allowed Remus’ probing to melt into a tantalizing counterpoint to Sirius’ satiny tongue. Remus curved his fingers and rocked his hand once, and they were suddenly inside him. James let out an odd bark of sound behind Moony’s palm, unsure for a frantic moment that he was really enjoying this. But then Moony’s fingers scissored and circled and jabbed and Oh, fuck, what the hell was that? James pushed his hips back. Moreagainnow, his brain screamed. He felt the vibration of a low laugh against his neck. “Welcome to your prostate, Mr. Potter.” James let his head fall heavily onto Remus’ shoulder.
Remus worked his fingers in a steady rhythm, sending sharp spikes of pleasure up James’ spine. He built slowly to his release, unimaginable that they managed it when he was so fucking hard. One of Sirius’ hands came up to cradle and stroke him and it was at that moment that a united pace kicked in: Sirius’ mouth and Moony’s fingers meshed in a seamless wave of sensation, driving James’ body tight and his eyes wide. Gagged with Remus’ hand, James could only make small muffled whimpers, sounds which Remus nevertheless mimicked back in James’ ear, rolling his eyes back in his head and driving him, arching, over the edge. He pulsed and pulsed and pulsed in Sirius’ mouth, clenching around Remus’ fingers until his legs buckled and his two mates brought him gently to the floor.
His throat was raw with screaming against Moony’s hand, his limbs throbbing with the tension he’d held in his muscles for so long. Someone threw a robe over him as he lay trembling on the stones. His body felt empty and battered. He felt as if his skull had broken open and its contents spilled on the floor where he lay. A hand smoothed carefully down his back, making him shiver as his overtaxed nerves jangled. “C’mon. No sleeping, James.” It was Sirius, his voice filled with kind laughter. “We’ve got to get you back up to the Tower before anyone comes looking for us.”
“Unh,” James muttered, his face smashed against the floor.
“C’mon, Prongs.” This time it was Remus. “Head Boy and all. Wouldn’t do to be expelled, right?”
James sat bolt upright. “Oh fuck. We have to get out of here now. Where’re my sodding spectacles?”
Remus handed them over without comment and as he came into focus, James noticed the amused smirk hovering about his mouth.
“What in the hell are you grinning at?”
“Nothing. I just never thought I’d get to say that I buggered the Head Boy.”
James’ cheeks went pink, his eyes flashing.
“Now, Remus, be fair. You didn’t bugger him. But you did get him on all fours.” Sirius winked.
“You sodding wankers.” A surge of rage and humiliation washed through James and settled in his chest. He buttoned his robes with clumsy fingers then pulled on his trousers hurriedly, wincing a bit. He slipped on his shoes, cramming his wand in his pocket.
“Aw, bollocks. You never were as good at taking jokes as you were at making them, Prongsie.” Sirius rolled his eyes. “Talk to him, Moony, would you?”
“Fuck you both.” James stormed out into the corridor, heading for the Tower.
Sirius and Remus watched him leave.
“I’ll bring him, ‘round,” Remus said, tucking in his shirt. “He just needs a bit of time to cool off. Both from his temper and from the sex.”
Sirius looked at Remus appraisingly and sniggered. “’Fuck you both,’ indeed. Soon enough, James, my boy. Soon enough.”
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Title: Last Chance in the Hallway
Author: sethkyne_blue
Pairing(s): S/R/J
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 5490
Content: PWP (Don’t even try to find a plot here, because there isn’t one.)
Warning(s): threesome; voyeurism; public sex; rimming; mild restraint; somewhat mean!Sirius & Remus
Summary: James catches Sirius & Remus in a compromising situation; James joins in with said situation; inevitable pr0n ensues…
Disclaimer: None of them are mine. No copyright infringement is intended.
Author’s note(s): Rework of a scene from my eventually forthcoming JP/SS (among other pairings) fic Before It Comes to Light.
Acknowledgements: I blame irish_lily and my smut Muses wholeheartedly for this entire thing! (Thanks as always for the great Beta, hon!) Thanks also to fleshdress for encouragement when I really didn’t think this might ever get written.
They were right there in front of him. Not in plain sight, precisely, but near enough to it that it made James’ face hotter the longer he considered the implications. He’d stumbled across them quite by accident and a half-way good thing that had been; it could have been anyone coming down the hall. They were mad to be doing it. This wasn’t a well-travelled corridor, but bloody hell. It was risky, dangerous, and…
Bloody perverted, that’s what that is. And more than enough to risk being expelled for, I’d think. At the very least put on probation. Urgh. Who needs to see that? And yet, James wasn’t looking away. He was, in fact, trying hard not to notice how very much he was not looking away. Trying not to notice the way their bodies seemed to fit together, angles to angles and curves to curves. Trying not to notice how they were tangled around each other, that Remus was drawing himself along Sirius’ thigh and Remus’ hands were quite busy down the half-fastened front of Sirius’ trousers. Oh good Lord. Especially trying not to notice the growing heaviness in his lower body and the way his breathing had begun to match a pace set by Sirius’ own.
James watched the darker boy’s hips rocking in time to the flex of Remus’ bicep. Just for a moment he wished he knew what it felt like to be under those hands, or to be using those hands, or to just walk right up and slide right in between them and-. And he found himself swallowing a surprising amount of saliva. He had a brief rush of guilt, a feeling that he really shouldn’t be spying on his mates, but then Remus began kissing Sirius in earnest with sucking and tongue and soft little Nnh-noises and James’ mouth dropped open, a spurt of adrenaline humming through his veins. He wasn’t going anywhere.
Remus slid his face down to nuzzle the skin beneath Sirius’ jaw with soft-looking lips. James watched the candy-pink tongue leaving long wet stripes, and then teeth flashing white as he sank them hard into Sirius’ neck. James let out a choking sigh, chest rising in tandem with Sirius’.
He was louder than he’d meant to be. Sirius’ eyelids dragged slowly open, his pupils contracting to pinpoints as he focused on James. Recovering quickly from the initial surprise, Sirius’ eyes grew large and full, an indulgent smirk playing across his lips. Oh, hell. I’m in for it now, James thought. He prepared himself for retaliation or humiliation. Possibly both.
But, no.
Sirius rolled languidly against the wall, deliberately bringing his hand up to cup Moony’s crotch, open challenge flooding his expression. James could hear the words almost as clearly as if they had been spoken: Caught you looking, Prongsie. You like to watch? Well get a load of this, then.
Ja-ames, Sirius mouthed, daring him to look away. He leaned forward to kiss Remus again. His eyes fluttered shut for a moment and then flew open again, locking with James’. The kiss went on for some minutes, slow and heated. At last Sirius broke away and dug his hands into Remus’ shoulders, urging him downward.
Oh.
Remus folded his long legs beneath him, unfastening Sirius’ trousers with a nimbleness obviously bred by frequent practise. James had only a brief, breathless glimpse of Sirius’ erection before Remus bent his head and swallowed him whole.
Oh, Merlin, yes.
James felt flushed, his skin too tight, his tongue too large for his mouth. He watched Remus’ neck curve as he moved his mouth slowly over Sirius’ cock. A buzzing tingle began in his stomach and spread along his limbs. One of Sirius’ hands slid through Remus’ hair, a quiet moan of satisfaction bubbling out of him.
The noise brought James’ awareness back to Sirius and as his eyes snapped to Sirius’ face, he realised with a stab of panic that Sirius had been watching him the whole time. Sirius’ gaze hardened and he tugged impatiently at Remus’ hair. “Oi, Moony,” he said softly.
“Mmm.” Remus seemed a bit put out at the idea of interruption and quickened his pace.
“Oooh, fuck.” Sirius tugged harder on Remus’ hair, eventually dislodging him. “Fuck, but I bloody love your mouth,” he hissed. He looked like he wanted to take a bite out of Remus’ lip.
“Then why the hell did you stop me?”
“We have a guest.”
Remus turned, still on his knees. “Oh…James.” He looked a bit sheepish, then apparently noticed the helpless desire on James’ face and his expression turned considering. “Sirius,” he began in a questioning tone.
Sirius ignored him. “So, James. What d’you say?”
“Why…what do you mean?” The voice didn’t sound anything like his own. He can’t mean what I think he means. He’s just taking the piss. Remus’d never…
“Oh, Prongs. Don’t be coy. You know exactly what I’m getting at. You. Me. Moony. Do the math, James. You’ve always been good with figures.”
“But I-” James felt like he was slowly going insane. He couldn’t mean it, really.
“Remus. Go grab him before he comes to his senses, would you?”
Remus rolled to his feet, approaching James cautiously as one would an unpredictable animal. “All right, James?”
“Uh - yeah. I …I reckon so. What’re you-?”
Remus reached out and took him gently by the elbow, guiding him over towards Sirius and the recess in which they’d been hidden. “Let’s just all have a bit of a chat, eh?” Comfortable, reassuring Remus, his tone the same as always. Not possibly the wanton creature he’d just seen avidly sucking Sirius’ cock.
Sirius had rearranged his robes, leaving little sign of earlier events. James had only his own aching arousal as confirmation of what he’d witnessed, and even that seemed slightly surreal all of a sudden.
“So, James,” Sirius said pleasantly as Remus steered him into the smallish space, “you fancy a go?”
“What?” James face flushed.
“I said,” Sirius whispered as he leaned in towards James, “‘D’you fancy a go?’ With me and Moony.”
James was speechless. He didn’t just say that. “But I don’t…that is…I mean, I’m not-”
“Hang on a minute.” Sirius moved as if going for something in his pocket, only to dart forward unexpectedly and smash his mouth to James’. James had no time to react before he felt a very insistent tongue sliding across his lips. Hands twined in the hair at the back of his head, pulling a bit roughly in just the way he liked. His mouth cautiously opened and the tongue pressed in, gliding along his own.
Fucking hell. Sirius was a good kisser. Better than good - he was fucking amazing. Too soon he pulled back, leaving James wet-mouthed and panting.
“Well. That answers one question, now doesn’t it? Moony?” His laugh was kindly this time - not a trace of mockery.
James was hazily aware of Remus approaching behind Sirius’ shoulder, but he couldn’t muster the brain power to decide whether that was a good or a bad thing.
“Go ahead, Moony,” Sirius said, moving aside to let him pass. “He’s quite nice. Tastes a bit of treacle.”
Well, I did just come from dinner, James thought dumbly.
Remus filled up James’ vision, his eyes the most unusual shade of pale brown James had ever seen. Had they always been that colour?
“Hullo, Prongs,” he whispered. He searched James’ face for a moment and seemingly found whatever he was looking for as he smiled slightly and leaned in. Lips, even softer than they’d looked against Sirius’ throat, pressed to James’, moving slowly. James felt Moony’s fingertips just brush the edges of his jaw and he shivered. Oh. This was a very good thing, James decided. This kiss went on for quite a bit longer than the first, and when Remus reluctantly broke away James made a small noise of protest.
“Nice, eh?” Sirius remarked enthusiastically.
“Gods, he’s lovely,” Remus answered, sounding somewhat breathless.
As he licked his lips it dawned on James what Remus had been doing with his mouth just moments before. He felt his face warming again and, disconcertingly, felt an excited jolt from his cock.
“So, what do you say?” Sirius’ voice cut cheerily into his thoughts. “Remus here seems at least as eager as you. And as for me,” Sirius leaned forward again, bringing up his hand to rub James slowly through his trousers, “I must say I’m quite impressed, Prongs.”
James gasped, found himself pressing into Sirius’ palm.
Sirius gave a dirty laugh. “I’d call that a resounding ‘yes’.”
Remus smiled again too, larger this time.
James felt his mouth curving shyly. They were his mates, after all. Oh…yes. Wrong thing to think about. Makes it more than a bit odd. Then again…
Sirius interrupted his train of thought once more by pulling open James’ robes and loosening his tie.
James’ throat tightened. “What - here?!” He was more than tempted by what Sirius and Remus were offering, but good Lord. Were they mad?
“Where else would you like it, James? In the common room, perhaps?”
“But I thought-”
“No time like the present. We have just enough time and just enough space to work this out quite nicely right here. Just so long as you,” Sirius nodded at him, “can keep yourself quiet.” He grinned impishly at Remus. “Moony’s had loads of practise at that. Now-” Sirius moved in against James with another breath-stealing kiss. This time there was no hesitation from either boy. James kissed Sirius back just as hard, coaxing a few surprised murmurs of pleasure from him. But when Sirius pressed along him full-length and he felt the hot stiffness of Sirius' erection brush his own, James was hard put not only to keep quiet, but to keep from tearing at his own clothing in an effort to get closer to Sirius’ skin. “Oh, fuck,” he moaned into Sirius’ mouth, desperately wishing there wasn’t so much fabric separating them.
“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves, James, my boy.” Laughing, Sirius pulled out his wand, gave it a lazy flick, “Obfuscatus,” and returned it to his pocket. At James’ questioning look he explained, “It’s a see-me-not spell. Dead useful.”
Remus continued, “Unless someone knows to be looking for you their eyes just sort of skate over you. Not much use if someone already knows you’re there, but it does nicely when you’re partly hidden already.”
“Right. But mind you keep quiet. If someone hears you they’ll know where to look and that’ll break the Glamour. All right?”
James nodded, slightly uncertain, but it sounded as if they’d used this method before. It was Remus who made up his mind. If Moony trusted it, who was he to argue?
“And now, gentlemen,” Sirius rubbed his hands together fiercely, “To business!” He started forward and pulled Remus against him, snogging him thoroughly.
James felt a bit at loose ends, not sure what to do, not sure if he was intruding.
“Oh, honestly, Prongs. Don’t make that face. It’s unsightly. C’mere.” Sirius beckoned with his fingers when he came up for air.
James was drawn into a warm little circle, all three boys with their foreheads touching. Sirius threw his arms over James’ and Remus’ shoulders and began whispering conspiratorially.
“Now, James, I thought since you’ve already seen what I like, you should see what Moony likes, too. Better way to ease you into it, I reckon. Besides, it’s far too obvious how much you like to watch.” James blushed, started to protest, then promptly gave up; there was no point. “And yes, Remus. I just want to get at that lovely cock of yours.” Remus’ eyes went dark. “Ah, lovely. Check this out, Prongs.” Sirius stepped back, delving into Remus’ robes without preamble and pulling out his erection. It was long and slender like the rest of Remus, the tip just glossy with wetness. Sirius dropped to his knees with an eager sound and molded his lips around the head.
“Shite,” James whispered. It was one thing to watch vaguely from a distance, quite another thing entirely to be this close to the proverbial action. Sirius’ mouth stretched wide as he took in several inches of Remus at once, then moved his head in little dips, the shining length reemerging from between his lips and disappearing again. The wet sucking sounds he was making were sending regular jolts straight to James’ groin.
Just when James didn’t think he could stand anymore - palm sliding unconsciously across his crotch, squeezing himself through his clothes - Sirius sat back on his heels, glancing smartly at him. He divested Remus of his trousers and pants and stuck two fingers in his mouth, wetting them thoroughly. Remus gave a tiny hiccup and looked at James with burning eyes, his cock jumping a bit. “Lord, Moony, you little tart. And you call me an exhibitionist.” Sirius leaned back down again to Remus’ cock, but his hand… It went right around Remus’ hip, slid just behind his balls and stayed there. Remus sucked in a rattling breath and threw back his head.
James was puzzled for a moment until he noticed the rocking of Sirius’ wrist. Oh, he’s- WHOA! He’s- Oh, good Lord. James prepared himself to be disgusted with Sirius, until he caught sight of Moony’s face again. His eyes were unfocused, half-closed, and his hips were making small desperate motions in time with Sirius’ hand. He likes it. James watched in fascination as Remus bit his lip so hard in the attempt to keep quiet that a bright spot of blood appeared. Shit, he fucking loves it.
Sirius stopped then, sliding to his feet, wiping his fingers carelessly on his robe. He kissed Remus briefly, licking the blood from his mouth almost tenderly. He advanced on James, swaggering a bit, stroking the point of one sharp canine with the tip of his tongue. “Enjoy the show?” he murmured, yanking James in by his shirtfront and kissing him again. James tasted just a hint of blood and a heavier flavor over Sirius’ own. He let out a small groan as he realised it was Moony he tasted in Sirius’ mouth. Fuck.
The black-haired boy quickly undid James’ flies. “Perhaps we should get better acquainted, yes?” His trousers slid to the floor in a crumpled heap.
James turned toward Remus to gauge his reaction with a hint of panic. Remus stared at him intently with a distinctly predatory air. He licked his lips as his eyes darted to the bulge in James’ pants.
“Ah. Feeling lonely, Moony?” Sirius chuckled. “C’mon then.”
Remus slid easily against Sirius’ chest, kissing him hungrily for a moment, then moving on to James. Remus’ lips were still wet from Sirius’ as he pressed his mouth to James’. It sent another quick pulse of excitement threading through him.
Sirius soon joined in again, licking his way along James’ neck. Remus’ fingers worked their way under James’ shirt, catching at his skin and pinching his nipples. James sighed, moving into both their touches.
He felt Sirius pulling off his robes, surrendered to it even as he detected sly fingers sliding his y-fronts down his thighs. As soon as his cock sprang free Remus wrapped one quick hand around it, still kissing him. He shuddered hard against Remus’ mouth, only vaguely aware of Sirius’ hands smoothing along his hips.
Next he knew, Sirius’ hands were on his arse, fingers stroking into the cleft. It felt odd and James was just about to stop kissing long enough to say so when Remus thumbed back his foreskin and slowly began rubbing the exposed tip of his prick. Just as he was riding the wave of these new feelings, he felt a sharp pinch to his arsecheek - what felt like teeth. Teeth? That meant that Sirius was…
He didn’t get a chance to complete the thought before he was being spread and that hot, determined tongue was licking a trail straight along where a tongue should never go. Salazar’s skirt, that’s not on. But it was somehow frighteningly right as Sirius’ tongue began a steady swirl just against his opening. Maybe it was Moony giving his cock even squeezes at the same time. Maybe not. Regardless, it felt better than, in James’ opinion, it had any bloody right to.
He relaxed into this, too: the gentle probing, the soft swish of feeling, the bruising grip Sirius had on his pelvis. Oh, it was marvelous. And then Sirius, wicked, horrible, clever Sirius began with a series of fluttering flicks, teasing at him, causing James to push his hips backwards for more. More what, he couldn’t have said, but Sirius, not to be outdone, did indeed give him more.
James felt the sharp dart of a tongue one, twice and then it was - Oh gods - it was just barely inside him, stabbing to the core of him again and again. James bucked and broke free from Remus’ mouth, calling out loudly.
“Shhh,” Remus admonished him, pulling him into another kiss. Sirius pushed in again and made a slow sweeping circle first in one direction, then the other. He did it again.
“Nnngh. Oh fuck!”
“Remus,” Sirius said, pulling away for a moment, “give his mouth something better to do.”
Remus grinned, releasing James and quickly spreading his robe on the floor. “Better give me these,” he suggested, snatching off James’ spectacles. “Wouldn’t want them to get messy, now would we?” Remus set them aside and came back all business. “Hands and knees, James.” He said it matter-of-factly, as if instructing him on wand technique. James obeyed automatically, if only to get Sirius’ mouth back where it belonged as soon as possible. Sirius didn’t disappoint, and began licking him again as soon as James was positioned correctly. But there was more.
Moony came forward now, pumping his erection several times in his fist before dragging the glistening head across James’ mouth. James’ lips were already bruised from kissing and the silky feel of Remus’ cock made them feel oversensitive and swollen. Just then Sirius twisted his tongue in a most spectacular fashion. Any sound that James might have made was stifled by Remus’ opportunistic inward slide at the parting of his lips.
“Mnngf,” said James in muffled surprise.
“Don’t talk with your mouth full, James,” Remus said evenly. “It’s not polite.” He gave a forward nudge of his hips. “C’mon now, Prongs,” he urged.
As the tip of Moony’s cock resettled James overcame his shock and was promptly assaulted by a wash of sensations. Remus was firm and smooth in his mouth and he tasted - oh, he tasted - of salt and heat. James suckled experimentally and was rewarded with an appreciative “Ah!” He was momentarily distracted by a skillful swipe from Sirius, and as the excitement danced through him he tickled along the edge of Moony’s foreskin, then pushed it back, sliding his tongue across the sensitive head just as Moony had done earlier with his thumb.
Remus swallowed a groan and rocked his hips forward impatiently. “If I weren’t sure you hadn’t done this before, I’d think you were being deliberately cruel,” he snarled in an undertone. “For Merlin’s sake, Prongs, just suck it. I’m fit to burst, here.”
James made a seal of his lips and sucked, gently at first, and then with increasing confidence, bobbing his head like Sirius had done.
“Oh gods, yes, that’s it,” Remus muttered, coaxing James’ head forward with his hands.
The act of sucking was making things low in James body tighten dangerously. He could feel his cock jerking erratically against his belly, knew he was dripping with precome by now. Moony was making the most delicious, barely-audible noises - tiny whimpers and keens - as he worked his way towards climax. James almost paused, discovering with a start why the sounds seemed so familiar.
Sirius and Remus were not always discreet in their love-making. James had heard these same noises - less restrained - from the curtained privacy of Remus’ bed on many a late, sleepless night. He’d even secretly wanked to them on more than one occasion. He’d always thought it was Remus he’d heard, but there had been no way to be sure until now.
Merlin.
And now he was the one making Remus make those noises, making him bite his own wrist to muffle them.
Fuck.
James rumbled his arousal at the realisation and felt Remus’ thighs tense. He had only that much warning before Remus gave a sharp snap of his hips and came against the roof of James’ mouth. James choked on the unexpected mouthful - warm and slightly bitter - felt the majority spill down his chin as Remus pulled out. He coughed hoarsely, utterly mortified, and felt Sirius move away as he tried to clear his throat.
“Fuck, Moony,” James said quietly, “I’m sorry. I-”
Remus’ hands tightened in his hair, urging him to kneel up. James couldn’t see the expression on his face, but the brown-haired boy quickly knelt down with him and began licking up the mess with long velvety strokes of his tongue.
“Huh,” was all James managed. He tried - once again unsuccessfully - to be revolted, but couldn’t summon the excess energy. If only he wasn’t so hard. If only Moony’s tongue didn’t feel so searchingly erotic, rasping along his neck and chin. And the way he imagined it must look…
Sirius gave voice to them all. “Oh Godric’s balls, that’s bloody beautiful,” he said in hushed tones.
Remus finished with a little purr of satisfaction and went to put on his discarded pants and trousers. “‘S’bloody cold, man,” he said by way of explanation when James saw Sirius’ head turn briefly in Remus’ direction.
Sirius kept staring at James - he could sense it - eyes hovering along his skin like fingertips. His face felt damp and sticky and his cock ached. He squeezed at it fitfully with one hand.
“Good Lord, if you don’t look every inch the debauched schoolboy,” Sirius whispered huskily.
James looked down at himself, squinting - shirt rumpled, tie half-undone, rosy erection peeking out from between his shirttails.
“Look at him, Moony. Merlin’s bits, have you ever seen anything so bloody sexy?”
Remus murmured in approval.
“That little smear of come just by his mouth. Fuck.” Sirius’ voice went very quiet. “God damn it, Prongs. I wish I could give you a mirror right now. You’d want to fuck yourself.”
James gave a little shudder at the undisguised lust in Sirius’ words. He squeezed his cock again and began rubbing it very slowly. Shit. He was drenched.
“Oh, no, James,” Sirius spoke quietly again. “I think we can do better than that. Help him out, Moony.”
Remus was soon kneeling behind James, his fist closing delicately around James’ erection. “I’m quite good at this, you know,” he whispered damply in James’ ear. It was not an idle boast.
Remus’ fingers were strong and deft and all the while he was stroking James he kept murmuring the most delightfully dirty things against the side of his neck. “Gods, James, you’re so wet,” or, “you feel so good in my hand - like hard silk.” James found himself gasping, draped backwards over Moony’s chest.
“Oi. Remus.”
James opened his eyes with difficulty at the sound of Sirius’ voice.
“Give us a taste, yeah?”
Remus’ fingers immediately focused on the tip of his prick, gathering a small slick of precome. He lifted his hand up to Sirius, who leant down and sucked off James’ wetness finger by finger.
A peculiar stuttering sound filled James’ throat. He blinked spasmodically. It might not have been in perfect focus, but James didn’t have to see all the details to know what that clinging mouth was doing.
He must have closed his eyes at one point because Sirius had a hand beneath his chin, tilting up his face when his eyelids flickered open again. James still couldn’t make out an expression; that gave him pause. I almost might as well be blindfolded. Oh. His cock twitched. Shit, James. Don’t think about that.
Sirius was close now; James could smell him
“Tell me James.” Sirius’ voice was a brush above inaudible. “Did you like sucking Moony’s cock?”
James pulled in a harsh breath.
“Did you? I think you did.”
James was blushing, but only half in embarrassment. He felt his balls tighten and his hips start rocking a bit in anticipation.
“Oh, yes. You’re an eager thing, aren’t you? I think you’ll enjoy mine just as much.”
There was a rustle of fabric and James could smell the hot, secret scent of Sirius’ body. It made his mouth water and his stomach tense.
“I know you want it. I can see it in your face. Now…,” James heard the moist, even sound of wanking and heard Sirius’ breath speed up, “I want to hear you say, ‘Padfoot, please put your cock in my mouth.’”
James choked.
“If you want it, you have to ask for it.” Sirius was gritting his teeth now, the sounds getting faster. “Say it. Say, ‘Padfoot, put your cock in my mouth.’ Say it. We’re not going any further until you bring me off, and I know you want to, you little slut. Moony?”
“P…Pa…Please.” James felt tears of desperation stinging in his eyes as Remus’ hand started up again, fondling and teasing him. And the whispers: “Oh James, he’s so hard for you. Don’t you want to taste him? All hot and slick in your mouth? Oh fuck, he tastes so good.”
“Not good enough, Prongs. You have to say it all. C’mon. There’s a good lad.”
James felt a swirl of anger thread through his arousal at Sirius’ condescending tone. Moony tightened his fist. “Oh fuck…Padfoot, put your cock in my mouth now, you sodding bastard,” James grated out through clenched teeth.
“Well,” he heard Sirius snigger unexpectedly, “not quite what I asked for, but my, you are lush when you’re demanding, James. By all means.”
James knew what to expect this time, so he wasn’t as overwhelmed when Sirius slid between his parted lips. The first thing he noticed was that Sirius was not as long as Remus, but distinctly thicker. The taste of him was sharper, less subtle. Sirius almost immediately began thrusting roughly into James’ mouth and James struggled to follow the pace. He eventually gave up trying to move and simply attempted to keep the suction going, letting Sirius fuck his mouth. Moony was still hot against his back, stroking him with one hand and skillfully pinching at his balls with the other, mouthing burning bites to the nape of his neck.
Sirius gave one last hard push and emptied himself down James’ throat, holding James’ head in place with both hands as his body tensed and quivered. James managed to swallow this time, feeling the warm pulses subside along the back of his tongue. Sirius huffed out shakily and collapsed to his knees in front of James. “Fuck, James. That mouth.”
Remus promptly snaked himself around and captured James’ lips, sharing the taste of Sirius between them.
“Oh,” Sirius sighed at the sight of them.
Remus shortly had his fill and pulled away, nuzzling at the curve of James’ neck. “Your turn, Prongs.”
“You’re quite right, Moony. On your feet, James.”
James chuckled. “Don’t know that I can stand, mate.”
“Well, you’ll have to.” Sirius’ tone left no room for protest. He and Remus hauled James onto decidedly unsteady legs and walked him the short distance to the stone wall. James leaned into it, allowing the cold, rough surface to chill his overheated skin. The tip of his cock brushed the stone and he jerked at the sensation, breath catching in his chest. “I think he’s ready, Remus.” James heard the soft sounds of Sirius refastening his trousers and pressed his cheek to the mercifully cold stones. “C’mon, Prongs.” Sirius’ hand patted James side, urging him to lean back.
James watched blearily as Sirius slipped between his flushed body and the wall. And dropped to his knees. “Ohgoodfuckinggodoh,” James moaned as Sirius teasingly flicked his tongue along the underside of James’ cock. Sirius stopped and leaned around James. “Moony?” he asked once again.
A smooth hand covered James’ mouth tightly and Sirius bent back down to continue laving James’ erection. James breathed in sharply through his nose and moaned against Remus’ fingers. The scent of his own cock was thick on Moony’s hand and it made him slightly dizzy, made him sneak out his tongue to taste himself on Moony’s palm.
“Lord,” Remus hissed in his ear. “You are a right tart, James, aren’t you? How about this, beauty?” Remus sucked two fingers into his mouth, and James knew what was coming next. He shuddered, pressing back into Remus’ chest.
Sirius’ hair was like black silk against his belly, his mouth a scalding, sucking heat on his straining cock. And Moony’s fingers, long and elegant, pushed against his arse softly, but with determination. It still felt odd, but not as odd as the first time. James spread his legs willingly without any prompting from either Sirius or Remus, bending back a bit to make up for his height.
Moony’s fingers were much larger than Sirius’ tongue had been, which was both good and bad as he twisted his way inside. James allowed Remus’ probing to melt into a tantalizing counterpoint to Sirius’ satiny tongue. Remus curved his fingers and rocked his hand once, and they were suddenly inside him. James let out an odd bark of sound behind Moony’s palm, unsure for a frantic moment that he was really enjoying this. But then Moony’s fingers scissored and circled and jabbed and Oh, fuck, what the hell was that? James pushed his hips back. Moreagainnow, his brain screamed. He felt the vibration of a low laugh against his neck. “Welcome to your prostate, Mr. Potter.” James let his head fall heavily onto Remus’ shoulder.
Remus worked his fingers in a steady rhythm, sending sharp spikes of pleasure up James’ spine. He built slowly to his release, unimaginable that they managed it when he was so fucking hard. One of Sirius’ hands came up to cradle and stroke him and it was at that moment that a united pace kicked in: Sirius’ mouth and Moony’s fingers meshed in a seamless wave of sensation, driving James’ body tight and his eyes wide. Gagged with Remus’ hand, James could only make small muffled whimpers, sounds which Remus nevertheless mimicked back in James’ ear, rolling his eyes back in his head and driving him, arching, over the edge. He pulsed and pulsed and pulsed in Sirius’ mouth, clenching around Remus’ fingers until his legs buckled and his two mates brought him gently to the floor.
His throat was raw with screaming against Moony’s hand, his limbs throbbing with the tension he’d held in his muscles for so long. Someone threw a robe over him as he lay trembling on the stones. His body felt empty and battered. He felt as if his skull had broken open and its contents spilled on the floor where he lay. A hand smoothed carefully down his back, making him shiver as his overtaxed nerves jangled. “C’mon. No sleeping, James.” It was Sirius, his voice filled with kind laughter. “We’ve got to get you back up to the Tower before anyone comes looking for us.”
“Unh,” James muttered, his face smashed against the floor.
“C’mon, Prongs.” This time it was Remus. “Head Boy and all. Wouldn’t do to be expelled, right?”
James sat bolt upright. “Oh fuck. We have to get out of here now. Where’re my sodding spectacles?”
Remus handed them over without comment and as he came into focus, James noticed the amused smirk hovering about his mouth.
“What in the hell are you grinning at?”
“Nothing. I just never thought I’d get to say that I buggered the Head Boy.”
James’ cheeks went pink, his eyes flashing.
“Now, Remus, be fair. You didn’t bugger him. But you did get him on all fours.” Sirius winked.
“You sodding wankers.” A surge of rage and humiliation washed through James and settled in his chest. He buttoned his robes with clumsy fingers then pulled on his trousers hurriedly, wincing a bit. He slipped on his shoes, cramming his wand in his pocket.
“Aw, bollocks. You never were as good at taking jokes as you were at making them, Prongsie.” Sirius rolled his eyes. “Talk to him, Moony, would you?”
“Fuck you both.” James stormed out into the corridor, heading for the Tower.
Sirius and Remus watched him leave.
“I’ll bring him, ‘round,” Remus said, tucking in his shirt. “He just needs a bit of time to cool off. Both from his temper and from the sex.”
Sirius looked at Remus appraisingly and sniggered. “’Fuck you both,’ indeed. Soon enough, James, my boy. Soon enough.”
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