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Naked on your Chain	By : flagfish Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Remus/Sirius Views: 6160 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Remus hadn't fully registered what it was he had asked, but James and Sirius were already in agreement; whatever he might have said in attempt to explain himself never came. He watched in mute panic while James' fingers slid from Sirius' jaw very slowly, like he was reluctant to give him up; Remus had almost forgotten where he'd had his hand and just what it was doing, but when he tried as on impulse to withdraw, Sirius' fingers came on his wrist.
"You wanted to know, mate," he said, cigarette now long forgotten, and he brought it back to his lips with a long-winded draw. The orange tip burned bright for several moments before he took it back out, and Remus squinted and coughed at the smoke, so finally Sirius turned aside to put it out.
"There'll be a time to teach you that," he said, and Remus didn't manage to say anything more, because Sirius kissed him quickly; his large, elegant hands came on Remus' cheeks while he drew him in, and it came so simple, so comfortable but still so good, he could taste the humid expiration of his breath, he could still smell the scent of smoke—
He reached after him unawares while James laughed beside them; "Come on," James said, he allowed Sirius out of his lap and gently caressed his naked thigh with appreciation. Remus had forgotten all about Hogsmeade or Lily or Peter, he watched as from somewhere far off while James led Sirius to lie on his back; he was meant to be naked. His limbs were slender and long, his hips narrow and perfectly cut, every angular bend of his muscles and bones seemed almost molded from clay; when did he get like that, Remus wondered, how didn't I notice...?
Remus' hand slipped away from his member, it felt curiously slick and wet, and he gazed at it absently; it wasn't a bad feeling. It wasn't like he hadn't felt it when he'd touched himself, and it was a little like that, and a little bit not; he raised one eyebrow while he held up a part of the leash that lay slack on the mattress, as to ask what all that was about.
Sirius snickered. James laughed outright, "Padfoot's idea," he said, "dirty git."
"Oi, sod off," Padfoot said, and he stretched on the mattress like a king, he may have been out in the lounge and mid-chatter with everyone, the way he was so casual about it; here was a guy with no concept of shame. It really was so like Sirius, though, as Remus had known him for so many years, and it helped calm his nerves.
"You ever snog anyone proper, Moony?" Sirius asked, and James nudged his side; "Oi," he said in warning, "Don't be a cock, Padfoot."
It was an embarrassing question. Remus hadn't been in on their contest, he didn't boast or tally his accomplishments the way the other two did; now that he was prompted outright, he felt suddenly pressured, as though just by virtue of asking his friends had assumed that he hadn't.
"Maybe I did," he replied, though he didn't know what proper meant; he'd kissed a girl on the lips when he was fourteen. She was three years his elder and a muggle, and it was one of the best things he'd had ever felt.
"You fancy snogging me?" Sirius asked, and James reprimanded him again; "Just do it, Pads, blimey."
He turned to Remus and patted him amicably on the back; "He's having a laugh 'cause you're nervous, it's no big deal if you've not snogged a bloke."
"Yeah, all right, come on," Sirius said, he smiled lightheartedly and pulled Remus toward him by the arm; "Thanks," Remus replied, they both were being nice about it, and it did calm him down. They made it seem like it was really no big deal, something like letting him copy down class notes.
This close up, he could see straight into Sirius' eyes. He chuckled. It felt strange and surreal, oddly exciting, there were curious thrills dancing all through him and coursing electric along his skin; "Okay," Sirius said, and Remus breathed in, "Okay."
Padfoot smiled toothily, he approached him with arms sliding round his back, and Remus trembled slightly when he kissed him; "Open," Sirius murmured just against his mouth, and Remus dutifully parted his lips, gentle and tentative while Sirius gradually had at him.
He was very good at it. His lips moved with careful but very attentive proficiency, tugging gently and pressing with elegant grace, his tongue went in his mouth in a way that wasn't cumbersome or invasive; it was the sort of enjoyable thing he could have kept up much longer, he heard James comment from beside him, "Enjoy that, Moony, not everyone's that good."
He didn't want to stop when Sirius pulled away, he'd already been lying partway over his naked chest, one hand at his shoulder , eyes fluttering open, heart racing more than before; it took a few moments for James' words to register.
"Who says I've not—" he stammered, and now Sirius laughed and slapped James on the arm. "Now who's being a cock?" he asked; "He doesn't have to tell us."
But there was that us again, Padfoot and Prongs, and Remus thought of how surprised and almost offended his best mates had been long before when they realized he'd been keeping a secret from them about being a werewolf; despite feeling defensive, he deliberately succumbed to the truth. "I've not snogged anyone before this," he murmured with a sheepish smile, "Not like this. I've just kissed a girl on the mouth." It didn't feel bad to tell them after all.
"Well, that's all right," Sirius said, and James nodded, as though to reassure him in case he felt bad, and neither tried asking who it was or how it came to be. Remus wasn't thinking of it anymore; he became aware that he wanted to kiss him again.
On the other side of the bed James watched with something like discontentment, like he were torn between the desire to help Remus and the urge to keep his best mate possessively to himself. James still only really fancied Evans; he thought this was something entirely unrelated to that.
And without James ever saying anything, Remus thought he understood: if you'd asked him, he'd tell you he was totally straight. He'd never wanted another bloke the way he wanted Sirius. He thought back to the time Sirius first kissed James, and how James had said it was worth five knuts at best; he knew, however, that it was utter bollocks, and that James was proficient enough at being cocky to pass it off with such casual ease.
Now that he'd had a taste of what Padfoot was like, he couldn't really blame Prongs for spending all that time snogging him.
"Can we do it again," he asked with childlike honesty, his face was alight with such candid innocence that Sirius laughed; he leaned in to do so when James gave a sound of disapproval. "I've made a proper fairy of you, Prongs," Sirius said, and James scoffed sarcastically; "Rubbish," he huffed, "I've snogged more birds than you."
Now Sirius scoffed. "Lies, no you haven't."
"I have—"
Remus stayed quiet. He'd not snogged a lot of birds. He felt self-conscious and immature somehow, and impatient now that they were arguing; he didn't like hearing about how many birds they had snogged.
"Piss off already," he said, "who cares about that."
It was a daft thing to say, he knew— because who cared was exactly these two, who've been competing at exactly such a thing for nearly as long as they'd known one another; and also, it wasn't true that Remus, himself didn't care. He cared, he had realized, and he felt very behind in comparison; he wondered if Padfoot wanted to kiss him at all.
"Right," James said, "let's teach him, then."
Remus tugged very gently at the part of the leash that spanned out from Sirius' collar, just enough to get his attention, and he leaned in courageously of his own accord; Sirius stiffened for a moment but proceeded to respond in kind, his hand hovered tentatively over Remus' on the leash. It went on a few seconds, and when they finally stopped they looked at each other, forehead to forehead, Sirius smiling and Remus chuckling with stifled enthusiasm; James gazed without a word, aware that he only fancied Evans and that he didn't like blokes, but possessive all the same.
"Yeah, let's teach him," Sirius said.
"Teach me what?" Remus asked, both excited and afraid, but before he fully moved away James had reached to turn Sirius' head toward him, he kissed him without saying a word.
Remus didn't know what to make of it; he thought of the question he'd heard witches whisper in the halls and behind him in class, Is it true about Potter and Black? James had made a point that he liked him as a friend, but that felt entirely inconsistent with what it looked like now.
Neither of them wanted to give Remus a hard time, however; both appeared almost apologetic when they drew apart. "Right," Sirius said, he patted Remus on the arm; "We'll teach him what to do with a bloke."
I don't need to know that, Remus thought, but he didn't protest; it meant he was going to do things with Sirius.
I don't fancy him.
But there was the most curious thrill dancing inside him, a restless anticipation that was exciting and aggravating both at once, and he found himself interested in anything Sirius might have to say; It's only Padfoot, he thought, what's the big deal…?
"Right, come here, Moony," James spoke; "put your hand here."
His gaze met Sirius' knowingly, they both grinned, then laughed a little while James' hands slid around Sirius' member; Sirius watched, propped by his elbows, lips slightly parted like he were going to say something, but no words came.
"I already know how to do that," Remus said; "what bloke doesn't—"
But he reached out anyway, and watched Sirius' expression when he reacted to the feel of them on him; beside Remus, James' hand had been as he'd known it for years— the way he'd steadied Remus' hand on his wand, when the four of them played quidditch, or rousing him from sleep when he'd dozed off in class—
It was somehow surprising, how familiar it felt now while they did this.
"Teach him something better, Prongs," Sirius' voice came a little hitched, the muscles at his flat abdomen went momentarily tight; James glanced back knowingly and smirked as in momentary disbelief of his nerve, then raised an eyebrow in challenge.
"All right."
"That's nice for you, isn't it?" Remus joked; "Lying back like that—"
Sirius nodded, still smiling. "It is."
Remus secretly admired him; he'd never have the courage to lie there completely disrobed while his best mates experimented like that, even if it did feel nice.
Maybe if it were more modest and intimate. Maybe if he weren't so blatantly out on display— but neither Sirius nor James had a concept of modesty, that much he knew.
"Right," James said, hand still moving on Sirius, to the extent that there was room with both their hands there. "Move your hand; watch."
Remus sheepishly drew away; he watched while James scooted back along the mattress, the way he grinned and absently licked his lips, and Sirius propped himself higher by his elbows like he really wanted to see this time.
"Bloody poof…" he murmured while James just barely brushed his lips against the tip of his cock, and he smiled with a mixture of anticipation and triumph, and James turned his head to him quickly; "Fuck off," he laughed, it was visible that here was something Prongs enjoyed doing even for his own accord, even proud and arrogant as he was.
Sirius' lips came farther apart with an intake of breath when James took him in his mouth, and Remus watched as though frozen in horror— because who hadn't seen this sort of thing in porn, and who hadn't fantasized about getting head— but seeing it straight out like this, and the fact that it was Sirius and James— it was odd and disturbing, and left Remus feeling curiously uncomfortable.
He felt again that he was intruding; he felt overwhelmed and embarrassed and wholly out of place. Sirius' hand came warmly on his, even while he was visibly affected and his speech came forth strained; "Mate," he said, "you all right?"
Remus forced a smile; Sirius' hand was large and gentle, and the slender digits wove firmly in his. Even through James' ministrations he winked at Remus, with the same mischievous smile that he'd come to know well.
"Bet you can do it better, Moony," he said; "You heard Prongs, he only likes women."
Remus chuckled at the absurdity of it, he furrowed his brow and laughed. "I only like women too."
In truth, he didn't really understand what he felt.
"Besides," he added quickly, "you just want it 'cause it feels nice."
"Can't lie about that," Sirius said, and his smile widened; "So, fancy giving it a go?"
Remus' eyes darted across his face; James was gazing at them both, even while he still was at it. It was something Remus had never imagined he'd see him do, because James really wasn't someone you could picture with another bloke. He was straightforward and classically boyish and wholesome and rough, and had a charming way with women that came to him second nature; but it also was true that it's always been Padfoot and Prongs, and maybe Remus could understand how someone like James who really only ever fancied women could do something so intimate with Sirius, and genuinely enjoy it.
"Yeah," he said, "I wanna do it."
"Good man," Sirius replied, it was with strained reluctance that he asked James to move.
James' long fingers remained on him for some seconds more, he gave him a few strokes and then swiped at his mouth with the back of one hand; Remus could see that he was slick all over, from his lips to his chin. He couldn't deny that he made it look really nice.
"You're getting good at that," Sirius said, and Remus could tell that James didn't know if to take it as a compliment or insult, but it was apparent he was relatively new at it, too.
Sirius already was starting to say something more, but James leaned toward him and kissed him very slowly, his hand still on, still moving, and this time Remus didn't feel so much awkward and out of place as transfixed in a strange fascination.
He was entirely flushed. Sirius kissed James in a way that was pleasure to watch, it was hungry and dirty, but graceful despite that, like you'd never kiss someone that way unless they really mattered.
"Let him do it," Sirius' voice came low and hoarse on James' lips, he was visibly reluctant to stop but his fingers were tightly entwined in Remus' all the while.
His lips glittered wet when he turned to face him after that, his dark hair swung at the nape of his neck; "Go on, it's all right."
"Right," Remus murmured.
He felt uncomfortable, but James was enough of a git that if he'd asked him not to stare, he'd stare deliberately just to give him a hard time. At first thought, it seemed strange to take Sirius in his mouth after James had had him in his; at second thought, it was strange to have another bloke's knob in your mouth to begin with.
He brought his hand in place and closed his fingers round the hard member, and again he was reminded that it wasn't actually so bad; it was human and warm, and felt nice in his palm.
Curious, how he wasn't repulsed by touching another boy there; the member slid wetly in-between his fingers, and, unexpectedly, he wasn't even bothered by the fact that it was James who'd got him wet.
Sirius seemed to like it well enough; he watched, head tilted with a hint of the haughty Black regard you could see in his face now and then if you knew him well enough, and waited with visible anticipation for Remus to proceed.
Remus bent forth a little, he parted his lips and closed his eyes, and then tentatively brought the tip to his mouth; he'd tasted himself before, just a little, out of curiosity, but he didn't really remember what it was like. It was only a little bit now, relatively speaking, and just a little wasn't bad. His hand around Sirius went slick, he felt himself go hard while he took more of his cock in.
"Blimey," it was James who spoke, he shook his head like he wasn't sure what to think.
"That's good, very nice," Sirius said, his voice came breathy and hoarse; "That's brilliant, Moony."
Remus found himself unexpectedly flattered, he'd have thanked him if such a thing didn't seem strange; as for James, he wasn't sure whether to take the piss out of Moony or argue that he could do better.
(On to Chapter 6)
A/N: I would love to find someone interested in roleplaying these guys (if this is still on here then I'm still looking, haha!) By far my favorite pairing is James/Sirius, but I could do Sirius/Remus as well; I'm aware that Sirius/Remus is a much more popular pairing, and for years I've had a very hard time finding anyone interested in RPing James/Sirius— so I'd love you if you felt like trying it out! ^^ I don't mind at all if you haven't RPd these guys before, if English isn't your first language, if you're a little shy, or if you're new to this fandom or to RPing; I just like writing with someone else who's passionate about the same stuff =) If you feel like giving it a go, then please reach me through the contact info on my profile. Thank you! ^^
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