Sex Pistol, Chapter Eight
Title: Sex Pistol, Chapter 8
Genre: AU (Non Magic), Romance/Humour and MWPP
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters/ Pairing: Remus Lupin/ Sirius Black, Lily Evans, Dorcas Meadows, Alice Mayapple, James Potter, Peter Pettigrew, Frank Longbottom
Rating: This chapter is rated NC-17
Spoilers: None
Summary: Punk guitarist Remus Lupin was never a big fan of the popular band The Marauders, but with a chance like this, how could he resist?
Disclaimer: No copyright infringement intended, characters belong to JKR and co.
A/N: Would have updated earlier but was having fun this past week with some old high school friends. As always thanks for any comments you post. They make me smile. :)
Chapter one is here.
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Admittedly, Frank was a little surprised when he researched Remus Lupin. While Sirius had always had a bit of a rebellious streak, it had never manifested in a leather clad, silver studded and tattooed punk with a penchant for stealing but Frank couldn't blame him. It wasn't well known but Frank always had a thing for Suicide Girls. Though nowadays he didn't attract the rebellious ladies as much as he had when he was a young teen. If Frank were to go bender, a small voice in the back of his mind that he refused to acknowledge told him he wouldn't mind it to be with a guy who looked like Lupin. Plus, the birds in his band were pretty fit.
Frank waited a couple of days for the right moment to let slip his knew piece of knowledge. At first, there hadn't been a time where he and Sirius were alone or unlikely to be overheard. Also, Frank just enjoyed watching Sirius jump up like a love struck teenager every time his phone made a noise.
Finally, during a post-concert party Frank found himself sitting alone on a sofa with Sirius, sipping beers. Loud music was playing and the other blokes were busy winding down in their own ways- including talking to the numerous attractive birds that had been able to sneak in. There weren't any tonight that caught Frank's attention and he was sure that the other blokes would distract them enough to give him ample time to talk to Sirius before they started to flirt with him again.
"So we'll be in Paris by the end of the week. I hear that Bella Donna is going to be there as well. Plan on meeting up with any of them?" Frank asked casually, watching Sirius freeze in panic, beer stopping halfway towards his mouth. He was still for a couple of seconds before deciding to play dumb.
"What are you on about?" Sirius asked, attempting to laugh off his short bout of silence. Suddenly, his mobile buzzed and he reached for it, only to stop at Frank's knowing gaze.
"That a message from Remus?"
"What? How- I mean who?" Sirius' eyes widened when he realised what was happening. "You know?"
"Don't worry, no one else does. Nor will they find out. I'm proud of you, mate. He's quite the...character. I didn't think you had it in you to pull him." Frank said patting Sirius' knee, a smile breaking his stern face.
"You can't let anyone know." Sirius started to panic and could feel himself edge towards hyperventilation.
"Calm down, I told you no one else knows. I only found out because I dug through your mobile."
"You did what?"
"Never mind that now. The point is, you're getting down and dirty with someone- and I mean filthy. I saw the texts." A blush started to touch Sirius' cheeks but Frank continued. "Congrats. It's about time you loosened up a bit."
"Promise me you won't tell anyone. Not even James and Peter."
"What did I tell you? I've got my mouth shut. Besides, James wouldn't be able to work it out unless he saw the two of you at it. And even then he's probably think up an excuse for it." Joked Frank, though there was a bit of truth to what he said. Realising there was nothing he could do; Sirius sighed in aggravated acceptance and took a long swig of beer. Another buzz from his mobile reminded him of Remus.
"So you going to look at what he sent you?" Frank challenged. Taking another drink of beer, Sirius glared at Frank before pulling out his mobile. There were two messages from Remus, a text and a photo message.
'Like what u see?'
A little confused, Sirius went to open up the photo while blocking the screen from Frank's curious eyes. Despite the panic Sirius had felt a moment ago, the picture still put a smile on his face. On the screen of his mobile was Remus eating an éclair. It wasn't overtly sexual but there was a come hither wink on Remus' smirking face. The screen was still blocked from Frank but he couldn't help but notice the smile on Sirius' face.
"If you have to wank in the loo, please put a sock on the doorknob to warn us."
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"Texting your boyfriend again?" Alice asked Remus when she noticed he had sent a reply back to a text he received. It was about midday and they were an hour away from the next venue. Alice couldn't remember where it was because she was too hung over from the night before. The only reason she wasn't still sleeping like Lily and Dorcas was because her lip hurt too much from the infected piercing she got on a drunken whim a few week ago.
"I've told you a million times, I don't have a boyfriend." Insisted Remus, the smile he had from his constant texting turning into a self-conscious frown.
"Then who the hell are you messaging? For the past couple of weeks you've been permanently glued to that mobile of yours." Explained Alice, a little regretful of starting the conversation because all this talking was making the pain in her lip worse. She started to dig around the tour bus for a bottle of Ibuprofen.
"That doesn't mean I have a boyfriend."
"Yeah, Lily says you come back every night thoroughly shagged back in London and always smelling like the same fancy soap and now you're texting naughty pictures of yourself to someone. Evidence suggests you've become monogamous. Never thought I'd see the day…"
"That doesn't- how do you know I'm not texting different people?"
"Whose SB? Because when I went through your mobile that was the only person you've been sending and getting texts from."
"You went through my mobile? You little-"
"If you didn't think I'd do it after you wouldn't tell me the first time, then you're too blinded by love to think straight. Haha." Alice pulled out a bottle of Ibuprofen and took a few while laughing at her own joke.
"He's nobody." Remus claimed but Alice could tell there wasn't any conviction behind it.
"Are you that ashamed of him?"
"It's really none of your business. And get your lip checked out when we get to Lyon."
>~~~~<
Paris was a godsend. It meant sleeping in a room that was not shared with Frank Longbottom. Although he had kept his promise of not telling anyone of Sirius' secret, it still didn't stop him from hinting at it every other minute. In consequence, it made James damn near insufferable. James hated not being in on a secret (especially Sirius' secrets) and while he knew something was going on, he hadn't been able to figure it out. Even though James kept quiet about knowing there was a secret in the air, it didn't mean he was subtle about how it was driving him mental. The last week on the road had been hell between Frank's sudden interest in punks and James' stares of silent accusation. Sirius still had to share the Ritz Paris suite with James but he'd rather try and calm James down than deal with another comment about the attractive factors of tattoos.
Unfortunately for Frank, the Paris concerts were supposed to be accompanied by a detailed light show and so he had to be on stage for most of the day for various lighting cue setups and sound check. That meant a day without work and Frank. Sirius hoped that some Paris sightseeing would get James' mind off of the fact that Sirius received a large number of texts over the past few weeks.
The plan was working relatively well until they were finishing up their lunch when Sirius received his latest text from Remus. He wasn't surprised to see it was a photo message, given all the increasingly teasing photos he'd been sent as of late. Much like the other photos, the mobile camera involved Remus' tongue and a phallic object. However, Sirius wasn't prepared to see evidence that Remus was now in Paris. The punk was positioned in such a way that it looked like he was a giant licking the Eiffel Tower. It was obvious that someone else had taken the photo for him, which actually seemed to be the situation with most of the others that had been sent to Sirius. He wondered if these positions were normal enough that Remus' band mates didn't ask him questions about his photographic requests.
Going back to his lunch with James and Peter, Sirius ignored their questioning glances but received another message a few minutes later. This time, the picture was of a street sign. Soon, the messages were being sent in rapid succession as Remus continued to send photos of what appeared to be a journey through Paris.
Eventually, James became frustrated enough to ask whom the endless messages were from but Sirius waved it off as one of the blokes from Frank's back up band being bored during the laborious light and sound check. Acting casual worked until the bill arrived when Sirius simultaneously looked at the final message.
The picture was of Remus lying down shirtless on Sirius' hotel bed. It was obvious he had taken it by himself but the accompanying text message was what really got to Sirius.
'Come back before I finish myself off'
Looking sharply up at the faces of his friends, Sirius felt his thoughts running full speed through his mind. A couple ran straight to his crotch. One of the more practical thoughts happened to be how Remus had got into the room. Another less rational one was how naked was Remus? Taking out a wad of Euros, Sirius stood up and started to bid farewell to James and Peter.
"I thought we were going to sight see. It's our only real day off here in Paris." Peter complained, James quickly joining in.
"Sorry, something uh, just came up. Possible producing gig and I need to send some samples from my laptop- which is in the hotel...sorry lads! I'll meet up with you later." Sirius apologised before hailing a cab and taking the fastest route back to the Ritz.
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Trying to make sense of the accounting notes that she knicked from the pile of Dung's papers, Lily continued to tug on her hair as she hid from the camera crew in the tour bus. If she could just make sense of the chicken scratches Dung called handwriting, Lily was sure she could prove he was pocketing more than his contract stated. While Lily had her suspicions for a few months now, she still had no concrete proof. Normally, this close to the end of the tour, she'd try to wait until she could snoop in Dung's actual office but the past bill she received from Frankfurt was fuelling her desperation for proof.
During their stay in a hotel in Frankfurt, the band got drunk and rowdy. It had ended in Alice with an infected lip piercing, a smashed up hotel room, a burning car and Lily semi-accidentally throwing a half empty bottle of whiskey at Dung's head. The next day, Dung had dragged Lily to the side away from the band and explained that as the public front woman of the band she needed to understand she was responsible. Also she shouldn't attack their manager. A heated fight over what he used all the money he was hoarding from them ensued and Remus had to physically drag her away from Dung before any damage could be done.
Really, it shouldn't have been a surprise to her when she was unable to pull money from her personal account because it had been drained from being charged damages for the Frankfurt hotel and the stranger's car.
This must have been Dung's way of teaching Lily a lesson for crossing his path. It only fuelled her anger and hatred towards him. So here she was, pulling her hair out because she didn't understand the code Dung had created for himself. Even though Lily hated Dung's lying and cheating arse, she had to give him credit for being able to look out for it.
"Where the hell is Remus? He's supposed to go to an interview with me in half an hour." Alice asked, walking into the tour bus. The swelling in her lip had gone down considerably and it was almost back to its normal size. For a moment, Lily froze in fear but relaxed once she saw the camera crew wasn't following her band mate.
"I don't know. Said something about meeting up with someone. Think he mentioned Ritz."
"Who does he know in Paris that could stay- wait, is this a booty call? Is he visiting SB?"
"Dunno, probably. Was texting a lot before he left. Sounded cheery too."
"Ugh, first he refuses to tell us who this guy is and now he's ditching me for arse. The camera crew is bitching because Remus pissed off, you went hiding and I told them not to follow me unless they wanted me to break their cameras."
"There's still Dorcas."
"They complain she's too boring because she just does charity business stuff and doesn't really cause any trouble."
"Tell them to stick their camera up their arses."
"I did. Hey, you figure anything else out about Remus' boyfriend before he left?"
"Only that Remus insists he still doesn't have one. Well actually, I suppose we know the bloke's rich now. Travelling down to Paris just to visit Remus? Spending a romantic afternoon in the Ritz-makes you want to vomit, doesn't it?"
"Yeah, romantic boyfriend or rich pimp."
"I told you, Remus isn't whoring out for cash. Haven't seen him shag anyone this whole tour. Here, take a look at this, can you make any of it out?" Lily asked, deciding that she had done all she could with the accounting notes and that the subject of Remus' love life was getting a little boring. A little disgruntled at the change of subject, Alice took a quick glance at the papers.
"Lily, we only have a few more days left of this tour. You can get someone to look into all this for you. I mean- you know I generally hate the law but they'd probably do better at figuring all this out than us. Though they may not be on our side if you keep on attacking Dung. Why do you have to do it now?"
"I just do." Insisted Lily, she hadn't told anyone in the band yet what Dung had done to her. Or at least what she believed Dung had done. She didn't really have any concrete evidence besides a drained account.
Ever since they started actually making a profit from music, things got complicated. While she didn't want to trade it for anything, Lily missed the days when she could just store her money in her bass guitar case and not worry about accounts of any kind.
"I'm calling Remus again. If I have to go to this interview alone, I'm going to walk down to the Ritz myself and knock on every door until I find him." Alice announced with a sigh before walking out.
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There were quite a few reactions Sirius could have had when he walked into the Ritz suite to find Remus snuggling into a mountain of silk sheets and pillows, flipping through a magazine. It was a little disappointing to see he was only shirtless but the bulge in his trousers made up for it.
Sirius should have opened with a smart pick up line, leaning against the doorframe casually. Maybe a question on how the hell Remus had found his way into the suite or how the tour was going. Never in his life had Sirius wanted to appear needy and desperate. He should have kept a clear head.
Instead, Sirius began to rip his clothes off frantically as he all but leapt towards the bed. Remus didn't miss a beat, catching Sirius as they fell into a tangle of limbs, moans and desperate tongues.
Giving Sirius a chance to breath, Remus broke away with a gasp and shoved them over on the bed so he was on top. He started to grind their clothed cocks together and placed new love bites on Sirius' chest. Hungry for Remus' touch, Sirius didn't care about any marks that would be left behind or any potential jamboree gossip rags would have at the visual leftovers of rough affection. Groaning loudly, Sirius started undoing Remus' trousers, fumbling slightly. The two men broke apart and watched each other with lustful eyes as they finished undressing.
Things started to go slower once they were naked. Both men took a moment to take in the appearance of the other. Remus shifted over and gave Sirius a few tentative but passionate kisses before Remus placed a soft hand on the other man's cheek. Leaning into the touch, Sirius looked Remus in the eyes and wrapped his arms around the punk's waist in order to pull them closer. Languid kisses were exchanged as Sirius settled into the bed and encouraged Remus to lie on top of him.
"God, I missed this." Remus admitted in between kisses, making Sirius' heart pound even faster. Wrapping his legs around Remus' hips, Sirius pulled them tighter together until their cocks were trapped between their bodies. Not needing further instruction, Remus started to thrust in a slow and steady rhythm. Their moans grew louder and Sirius arched his back, letting out a particularly needy mewl as Remus dug his face into Sirius' neck during a sharp thrust.
"Faster." Sirius whispered, feeling the need to be even closer taking over every fibre of his body. He wrapped an arm around Remus' back and tangled a hand through the punk's hair, enjoying the faster and harder thrusting. A hand gripped Sirius' thigh and soon he was joining in and pushing back up at every snap of Remus' hips. Short, breathy moans were leaving Remus' mouth and the feel of his warm tongue licking a messy path on Sirius' neck caused Sirius to come in a slew of deep moans. His moans were swallowed up by a kiss from Remus before Remus followed, nails digging into Sirius' thigh.
Sticky with come and sweat, they both collapsed, unable to move. Heavy panting filled the room until Remus finally gathered enough strength to roll off of Sirius. It brought out a whine from Sirius who was disappointed at the loss of contact before he realised Remus was waiting for Sirius to snuggle into his arms. They settled comfortably with Sirius half laying on Remus, placing light kisses on his neck.
"How did you know where I was staying? I never told you." Sirius asked once he caught his breath, lips lingering on the star tattoos he had missed over the past few weeks.
"Google. Your fan club is very dedicated. Telling everyone where exactly you stay."
"Oh…well how did you know which room? How did you get in?" Sirius never actually realised it was that easy to find him. It unsettled him slightly.
"Bribed a valet then waited around the floor until the maids came to clean and walked in like it was my room."
"They believed you?"
"Yep, just smile and act like you're supposed to be there and no one thinks you're out of place. How I sneak into a lot of places," explained Remus, rubbing his thumb in circles on Sirius' hip. The gentle touch soothed Sirius' nerves a little and he kissed Remus tenderly on the lips.
"I missed this so much," admitted Sirius as he ran his fingers through Remus' hair. The dark blond roots were visible and the black dye looked faded. Sirius wondered if he could convince Remus to let it grow out when Remus suddenly leaned in for another gentle kiss.
"I've missed you." Remus said with feeling, making Sirius' stomach jump.
"How long are you staying here?"
"We've a couple of days. Two more shows tonight and tomorrow. Then back to London. My manager was saying something about a music video but I doubt that's going to happen."
"I've still got two more weeks on the road but we're staying in Paris for a few nights. If you're not busy tonight I can call up another key. James sleeps like a rock. Doubt he'd hear us." Sirius reasoned. They'd have to work out the finer details of time and logistics later but the kiss Remus was giving him now was a positive answer.
"Definitely. But you know...I've got a few more hours I need to kill before sound check. It'd be a shame to let this big bed go to waste." Remus moved so he could sit with his thighs on either side of Sirius', smiling when warm, calloused hands ran up and down them gently.
"James and Peter are sight seeing. Shouldn't be back for ages."
"Perfect."
Next Chapter
Genre: AU (Non Magic), Romance/Humour and MWPP
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters/ Pairing: Remus Lupin/ Sirius Black, Lily Evans, Dorcas Meadows, Alice Mayapple, James Potter, Peter Pettigrew, Frank Longbottom
Rating: This chapter is rated NC-17
Spoilers: None
Summary: Punk guitarist Remus Lupin was never a big fan of the popular band The Marauders, but with a chance like this, how could he resist?
Disclaimer: No copyright infringement intended, characters belong to JKR and co.
A/N: Would have updated earlier but was having fun this past week with some old high school friends. As always thanks for any comments you post. They make me smile. :)
Chapter one is here.
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Admittedly, Frank was a little surprised when he researched Remus Lupin. While Sirius had always had a bit of a rebellious streak, it had never manifested in a leather clad, silver studded and tattooed punk with a penchant for stealing but Frank couldn't blame him. It wasn't well known but Frank always had a thing for Suicide Girls. Though nowadays he didn't attract the rebellious ladies as much as he had when he was a young teen. If Frank were to go bender, a small voice in the back of his mind that he refused to acknowledge told him he wouldn't mind it to be with a guy who looked like Lupin. Plus, the birds in his band were pretty fit.
Frank waited a couple of days for the right moment to let slip his knew piece of knowledge. At first, there hadn't been a time where he and Sirius were alone or unlikely to be overheard. Also, Frank just enjoyed watching Sirius jump up like a love struck teenager every time his phone made a noise.
Finally, during a post-concert party Frank found himself sitting alone on a sofa with Sirius, sipping beers. Loud music was playing and the other blokes were busy winding down in their own ways- including talking to the numerous attractive birds that had been able to sneak in. There weren't any tonight that caught Frank's attention and he was sure that the other blokes would distract them enough to give him ample time to talk to Sirius before they started to flirt with him again.
"So we'll be in Paris by the end of the week. I hear that Bella Donna is going to be there as well. Plan on meeting up with any of them?" Frank asked casually, watching Sirius freeze in panic, beer stopping halfway towards his mouth. He was still for a couple of seconds before deciding to play dumb.
"What are you on about?" Sirius asked, attempting to laugh off his short bout of silence. Suddenly, his mobile buzzed and he reached for it, only to stop at Frank's knowing gaze.
"That a message from Remus?"
"What? How- I mean who?" Sirius' eyes widened when he realised what was happening. "You know?"
"Don't worry, no one else does. Nor will they find out. I'm proud of you, mate. He's quite the...character. I didn't think you had it in you to pull him." Frank said patting Sirius' knee, a smile breaking his stern face.
"You can't let anyone know." Sirius started to panic and could feel himself edge towards hyperventilation.
"Calm down, I told you no one else knows. I only found out because I dug through your mobile."
"You did what?"
"Never mind that now. The point is, you're getting down and dirty with someone- and I mean filthy. I saw the texts." A blush started to touch Sirius' cheeks but Frank continued. "Congrats. It's about time you loosened up a bit."
"Promise me you won't tell anyone. Not even James and Peter."
"What did I tell you? I've got my mouth shut. Besides, James wouldn't be able to work it out unless he saw the two of you at it. And even then he's probably think up an excuse for it." Joked Frank, though there was a bit of truth to what he said. Realising there was nothing he could do; Sirius sighed in aggravated acceptance and took a long swig of beer. Another buzz from his mobile reminded him of Remus.
"So you going to look at what he sent you?" Frank challenged. Taking another drink of beer, Sirius glared at Frank before pulling out his mobile. There were two messages from Remus, a text and a photo message.
'Like what u see?'
A little confused, Sirius went to open up the photo while blocking the screen from Frank's curious eyes. Despite the panic Sirius had felt a moment ago, the picture still put a smile on his face. On the screen of his mobile was Remus eating an éclair. It wasn't overtly sexual but there was a come hither wink on Remus' smirking face. The screen was still blocked from Frank but he couldn't help but notice the smile on Sirius' face.
"If you have to wank in the loo, please put a sock on the doorknob to warn us."
>~~~~<
"Texting your boyfriend again?" Alice asked Remus when she noticed he had sent a reply back to a text he received. It was about midday and they were an hour away from the next venue. Alice couldn't remember where it was because she was too hung over from the night before. The only reason she wasn't still sleeping like Lily and Dorcas was because her lip hurt too much from the infected piercing she got on a drunken whim a few week ago.
"I've told you a million times, I don't have a boyfriend." Insisted Remus, the smile he had from his constant texting turning into a self-conscious frown.
"Then who the hell are you messaging? For the past couple of weeks you've been permanently glued to that mobile of yours." Explained Alice, a little regretful of starting the conversation because all this talking was making the pain in her lip worse. She started to dig around the tour bus for a bottle of Ibuprofen.
"That doesn't mean I have a boyfriend."
"Yeah, Lily says you come back every night thoroughly shagged back in London and always smelling like the same fancy soap and now you're texting naughty pictures of yourself to someone. Evidence suggests you've become monogamous. Never thought I'd see the day…"
"That doesn't- how do you know I'm not texting different people?"
"Whose SB? Because when I went through your mobile that was the only person you've been sending and getting texts from."
"You went through my mobile? You little-"
"If you didn't think I'd do it after you wouldn't tell me the first time, then you're too blinded by love to think straight. Haha." Alice pulled out a bottle of Ibuprofen and took a few while laughing at her own joke.
"He's nobody." Remus claimed but Alice could tell there wasn't any conviction behind it.
"Are you that ashamed of him?"
"It's really none of your business. And get your lip checked out when we get to Lyon."
>~~~~<
Paris was a godsend. It meant sleeping in a room that was not shared with Frank Longbottom. Although he had kept his promise of not telling anyone of Sirius' secret, it still didn't stop him from hinting at it every other minute. In consequence, it made James damn near insufferable. James hated not being in on a secret (especially Sirius' secrets) and while he knew something was going on, he hadn't been able to figure it out. Even though James kept quiet about knowing there was a secret in the air, it didn't mean he was subtle about how it was driving him mental. The last week on the road had been hell between Frank's sudden interest in punks and James' stares of silent accusation. Sirius still had to share the Ritz Paris suite with James but he'd rather try and calm James down than deal with another comment about the attractive factors of tattoos.
Unfortunately for Frank, the Paris concerts were supposed to be accompanied by a detailed light show and so he had to be on stage for most of the day for various lighting cue setups and sound check. That meant a day without work and Frank. Sirius hoped that some Paris sightseeing would get James' mind off of the fact that Sirius received a large number of texts over the past few weeks.
The plan was working relatively well until they were finishing up their lunch when Sirius received his latest text from Remus. He wasn't surprised to see it was a photo message, given all the increasingly teasing photos he'd been sent as of late. Much like the other photos, the mobile camera involved Remus' tongue and a phallic object. However, Sirius wasn't prepared to see evidence that Remus was now in Paris. The punk was positioned in such a way that it looked like he was a giant licking the Eiffel Tower. It was obvious that someone else had taken the photo for him, which actually seemed to be the situation with most of the others that had been sent to Sirius. He wondered if these positions were normal enough that Remus' band mates didn't ask him questions about his photographic requests.
Going back to his lunch with James and Peter, Sirius ignored their questioning glances but received another message a few minutes later. This time, the picture was of a street sign. Soon, the messages were being sent in rapid succession as Remus continued to send photos of what appeared to be a journey through Paris.
Eventually, James became frustrated enough to ask whom the endless messages were from but Sirius waved it off as one of the blokes from Frank's back up band being bored during the laborious light and sound check. Acting casual worked until the bill arrived when Sirius simultaneously looked at the final message.
The picture was of Remus lying down shirtless on Sirius' hotel bed. It was obvious he had taken it by himself but the accompanying text message was what really got to Sirius.
'Come back before I finish myself off'
Looking sharply up at the faces of his friends, Sirius felt his thoughts running full speed through his mind. A couple ran straight to his crotch. One of the more practical thoughts happened to be how Remus had got into the room. Another less rational one was how naked was Remus? Taking out a wad of Euros, Sirius stood up and started to bid farewell to James and Peter.
"I thought we were going to sight see. It's our only real day off here in Paris." Peter complained, James quickly joining in.
"Sorry, something uh, just came up. Possible producing gig and I need to send some samples from my laptop- which is in the hotel...sorry lads! I'll meet up with you later." Sirius apologised before hailing a cab and taking the fastest route back to the Ritz.
>~~~~<
Trying to make sense of the accounting notes that she knicked from the pile of Dung's papers, Lily continued to tug on her hair as she hid from the camera crew in the tour bus. If she could just make sense of the chicken scratches Dung called handwriting, Lily was sure she could prove he was pocketing more than his contract stated. While Lily had her suspicions for a few months now, she still had no concrete proof. Normally, this close to the end of the tour, she'd try to wait until she could snoop in Dung's actual office but the past bill she received from Frankfurt was fuelling her desperation for proof.
During their stay in a hotel in Frankfurt, the band got drunk and rowdy. It had ended in Alice with an infected lip piercing, a smashed up hotel room, a burning car and Lily semi-accidentally throwing a half empty bottle of whiskey at Dung's head. The next day, Dung had dragged Lily to the side away from the band and explained that as the public front woman of the band she needed to understand she was responsible. Also she shouldn't attack their manager. A heated fight over what he used all the money he was hoarding from them ensued and Remus had to physically drag her away from Dung before any damage could be done.
Really, it shouldn't have been a surprise to her when she was unable to pull money from her personal account because it had been drained from being charged damages for the Frankfurt hotel and the stranger's car.
This must have been Dung's way of teaching Lily a lesson for crossing his path. It only fuelled her anger and hatred towards him. So here she was, pulling her hair out because she didn't understand the code Dung had created for himself. Even though Lily hated Dung's lying and cheating arse, she had to give him credit for being able to look out for it.
"Where the hell is Remus? He's supposed to go to an interview with me in half an hour." Alice asked, walking into the tour bus. The swelling in her lip had gone down considerably and it was almost back to its normal size. For a moment, Lily froze in fear but relaxed once she saw the camera crew wasn't following her band mate.
"I don't know. Said something about meeting up with someone. Think he mentioned Ritz."
"Who does he know in Paris that could stay- wait, is this a booty call? Is he visiting SB?"
"Dunno, probably. Was texting a lot before he left. Sounded cheery too."
"Ugh, first he refuses to tell us who this guy is and now he's ditching me for arse. The camera crew is bitching because Remus pissed off, you went hiding and I told them not to follow me unless they wanted me to break their cameras."
"There's still Dorcas."
"They complain she's too boring because she just does charity business stuff and doesn't really cause any trouble."
"Tell them to stick their camera up their arses."
"I did. Hey, you figure anything else out about Remus' boyfriend before he left?"
"Only that Remus insists he still doesn't have one. Well actually, I suppose we know the bloke's rich now. Travelling down to Paris just to visit Remus? Spending a romantic afternoon in the Ritz-makes you want to vomit, doesn't it?"
"Yeah, romantic boyfriend or rich pimp."
"I told you, Remus isn't whoring out for cash. Haven't seen him shag anyone this whole tour. Here, take a look at this, can you make any of it out?" Lily asked, deciding that she had done all she could with the accounting notes and that the subject of Remus' love life was getting a little boring. A little disgruntled at the change of subject, Alice took a quick glance at the papers.
"Lily, we only have a few more days left of this tour. You can get someone to look into all this for you. I mean- you know I generally hate the law but they'd probably do better at figuring all this out than us. Though they may not be on our side if you keep on attacking Dung. Why do you have to do it now?"
"I just do." Insisted Lily, she hadn't told anyone in the band yet what Dung had done to her. Or at least what she believed Dung had done. She didn't really have any concrete evidence besides a drained account.
Ever since they started actually making a profit from music, things got complicated. While she didn't want to trade it for anything, Lily missed the days when she could just store her money in her bass guitar case and not worry about accounts of any kind.
"I'm calling Remus again. If I have to go to this interview alone, I'm going to walk down to the Ritz myself and knock on every door until I find him." Alice announced with a sigh before walking out.
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There were quite a few reactions Sirius could have had when he walked into the Ritz suite to find Remus snuggling into a mountain of silk sheets and pillows, flipping through a magazine. It was a little disappointing to see he was only shirtless but the bulge in his trousers made up for it.
Sirius should have opened with a smart pick up line, leaning against the doorframe casually. Maybe a question on how the hell Remus had found his way into the suite or how the tour was going. Never in his life had Sirius wanted to appear needy and desperate. He should have kept a clear head.
Instead, Sirius began to rip his clothes off frantically as he all but leapt towards the bed. Remus didn't miss a beat, catching Sirius as they fell into a tangle of limbs, moans and desperate tongues.
Giving Sirius a chance to breath, Remus broke away with a gasp and shoved them over on the bed so he was on top. He started to grind their clothed cocks together and placed new love bites on Sirius' chest. Hungry for Remus' touch, Sirius didn't care about any marks that would be left behind or any potential jamboree gossip rags would have at the visual leftovers of rough affection. Groaning loudly, Sirius started undoing Remus' trousers, fumbling slightly. The two men broke apart and watched each other with lustful eyes as they finished undressing.
Things started to go slower once they were naked. Both men took a moment to take in the appearance of the other. Remus shifted over and gave Sirius a few tentative but passionate kisses before Remus placed a soft hand on the other man's cheek. Leaning into the touch, Sirius looked Remus in the eyes and wrapped his arms around the punk's waist in order to pull them closer. Languid kisses were exchanged as Sirius settled into the bed and encouraged Remus to lie on top of him.
"God, I missed this." Remus admitted in between kisses, making Sirius' heart pound even faster. Wrapping his legs around Remus' hips, Sirius pulled them tighter together until their cocks were trapped between their bodies. Not needing further instruction, Remus started to thrust in a slow and steady rhythm. Their moans grew louder and Sirius arched his back, letting out a particularly needy mewl as Remus dug his face into Sirius' neck during a sharp thrust.
"Faster." Sirius whispered, feeling the need to be even closer taking over every fibre of his body. He wrapped an arm around Remus' back and tangled a hand through the punk's hair, enjoying the faster and harder thrusting. A hand gripped Sirius' thigh and soon he was joining in and pushing back up at every snap of Remus' hips. Short, breathy moans were leaving Remus' mouth and the feel of his warm tongue licking a messy path on Sirius' neck caused Sirius to come in a slew of deep moans. His moans were swallowed up by a kiss from Remus before Remus followed, nails digging into Sirius' thigh.
Sticky with come and sweat, they both collapsed, unable to move. Heavy panting filled the room until Remus finally gathered enough strength to roll off of Sirius. It brought out a whine from Sirius who was disappointed at the loss of contact before he realised Remus was waiting for Sirius to snuggle into his arms. They settled comfortably with Sirius half laying on Remus, placing light kisses on his neck.
"How did you know where I was staying? I never told you." Sirius asked once he caught his breath, lips lingering on the star tattoos he had missed over the past few weeks.
"Google. Your fan club is very dedicated. Telling everyone where exactly you stay."
"Oh…well how did you know which room? How did you get in?" Sirius never actually realised it was that easy to find him. It unsettled him slightly.
"Bribed a valet then waited around the floor until the maids came to clean and walked in like it was my room."
"They believed you?"
"Yep, just smile and act like you're supposed to be there and no one thinks you're out of place. How I sneak into a lot of places," explained Remus, rubbing his thumb in circles on Sirius' hip. The gentle touch soothed Sirius' nerves a little and he kissed Remus tenderly on the lips.
"I missed this so much," admitted Sirius as he ran his fingers through Remus' hair. The dark blond roots were visible and the black dye looked faded. Sirius wondered if he could convince Remus to let it grow out when Remus suddenly leaned in for another gentle kiss.
"I've missed you." Remus said with feeling, making Sirius' stomach jump.
"How long are you staying here?"
"We've a couple of days. Two more shows tonight and tomorrow. Then back to London. My manager was saying something about a music video but I doubt that's going to happen."
"I've still got two more weeks on the road but we're staying in Paris for a few nights. If you're not busy tonight I can call up another key. James sleeps like a rock. Doubt he'd hear us." Sirius reasoned. They'd have to work out the finer details of time and logistics later but the kiss Remus was giving him now was a positive answer.
"Definitely. But you know...I've got a few more hours I need to kill before sound check. It'd be a shame to let this big bed go to waste." Remus moved so he could sit with his thighs on either side of Sirius', smiling when warm, calloused hands ran up and down them gently.
"James and Peter are sight seeing. Shouldn't be back for ages."
"Perfect."
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