Remus/Sirius Fanfic 100: No Better
Title: No Better
Author: Me!
Subject/Claim: Remus/Sirius
Prompt: #15; "Blue"
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: explicit sex acts, slash, frottage, outdoor/public sex, general crapness
Disclaimer: I disclaim, don't sue me!
Summary: Sirius makes a rather extravagant purchase.
Words: 879
Comments: are lurve <3
Sirius felt bad. He did not feel in any way guilty or remorseful indeed, there was, on this particular day, not even a hint of woe about his sometimes-melancholy disposition. No, not at all: but today, Sirius felt bad. Very, very bad, he thought to himself as the trees rushed by in a blur of greenery and bark, as the white line that divided the road into lanes disappeared under the front wheel of his new motorcycle. The shimmering sunlight reflected magnificently off of the metallic sapphire vehicle on which Sirius sat, knuckles white as he gripped the handlebars, his long, unruly hair plastered to the nape of his neck with the sweat of exhilaration, excitement.
The wind buffeted Sirius’ cheeks, as they seared with the exquisite discomfort of the icy breeze and the blood that coursed through his flesh: his living, breathing, pulsating body. Alive, Sirius thought, and right then, as the engine roared beneath him, the vibrations of the engine inching their way along his legs and back, culminating in a shiver that ran down over his spine and through the shaft of his cock as it pressed against the front of his jeans, he knew that there was no better feeling in all the world.
Sirius smirked to himself. He rounded the corner of the road leading to the flat – their flat, their home – at a dangerous pace, the back tyre of the bike desperately clinging to the tarred surface. Sirius applied the brakes as he skidded noisily up the drive, a wisp of smoke escaping from under the rubber as the bike came to a stop.
“What is that?” Remus asked as he stepped through the front door and into the yard.
“I went shopping,” Sirius replied happily as he freed his head from his motorcycle helmet, before flinging it carelessly to the ground.
“I can see that, but…” Remus continued as he moved closer to Sirius’ newest purchase.
“Well, we need a way to get around you know, Moony and, well, I just…” Sirius broke off, caressing the seat of the bike with his calloused hands.
“…I just couldn’t resist,” Sirius concluded. He turned his attention from the bike to Remus as he spoke, his eyes awash with a dreamy gaze, “You know what that’s like, don’t you Moony?” Sirius extended his arms, pulling Remus to his chest. Leaning against the bike, Sirius’s hands grasped feverishly at Remus’ flesh. His tongue traced the indentations of Remus’ collarbone and neck. Remus closed his eyes, moaning gently as Sirius’ tongue slid warmly against his skin.
“No,” Remus said suddenly, opening his eyes and pulling away from Sirius, “Sirius, we can’t afford it, we just can’t and…”
Sirius tightened his hold on Remus’ waist, drawing him in, their chests softly colliding.
“Don’t worry, Moony,” Sirius whispered, flicking his tongue against Remus’ ear, “I’ve got something for you too.”
“Oh, you didn’t go and spend more money, did you? I mean really, Sirius…”
Ignoring Remus’ worried words, Sirius took Remus’ hand, pressing Remus’ palm flat against the front of his jeans: Remus felt Sirius’ stiffening cock beneath the denim.
“Oh,” Remus uttered quietly as he came to a realisation about his gift, “Oh.”
Sirius raised an eyebrow as he lowered the zipper on his fly, exposing a section of cotton fabric to Remus.
“Sirius,” Remus admonished shyly, “We’re outside, someone’ll see.”
“I know,” Sirius replied. He placed his hand over Remus’ guiding his movements as they rubbed Sirius’ prick through his underpants.
“Sirius, we can’t. We…”Remus tried to protest, but his feeble attempts to do so faded as Sirius began to bite mischievously at his neck and shoulders.
“Why can’t we?” Sirius asked between mouthfuls of Remus’ skin.
“Because, well, common decency, and…”
Sirius snorted in mock derision, “Common decency, bah!” he breathed hotly against Remus’ flushed face.
As though to demonstrate his point, Sirius began to grind his pelvis against Remus’ groping hand. Leaning against the bike, he tilted his head back. He moaned.
“Moony…” Sirius muttered.
Remus conceded defeat. He pressed his own body hard against Sirius’. In an effort to conceal his own erection from the daylight and the possibility of stares from passers-by, Remus too began to grind his hips against Sirius’.
Delighted by Remus’ decision to wave the white flag, Sirius began to knead Remus’ left buttock in one hand. Sirius slipped his other hand under the waistband of Remus’ trousers and began to stroke his lover’s cock with his slender fingers. Remus gasped as Sirius suddenly – fiercely – grasped his cock. Sirius ran his fist over Remus’ shaft, alternately tightening and loosening his grip. Remus’ shoulders stiffened, he involuntarily threw his head back. Turning his watery blue eyes to the dusky pink sky, Remus shuddered, thrusting sporadically against Sirius’ fist.
Sirius stroked Remus’ softening cock, intent on extricating every last drop of come from his lover.
“Mmm,” Remus sighed. Legs shaky, he fell against Sirius and the motorcycle.
“So much for common decency, hey Moony?” Sirius said cheekily. Remus could only sigh in sleepy agreement. Gazing into Remus’ eyes, breathing in the scent of his warm breath and sweaty skin, Sirius realised that he had been wrong: there was a greater feeling than the freedom of the motorcycle. It was, quite simply, this.
“So much for common decency, hey Moony?” Sirius said cheekily. Remus could only sigh in sleepy agreement. Gazing into Remus’ eyes, breathing in the scent of his warm breath and sweaty skin, Sirius realised that he had been wrong: there was a greater feeling than the freedom of the motorcycle. It was, quite simply, this.
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