Bridging the Gap
I have bad, bad news.
Chapter 10 was finished, all except for one scene that I really wanted to fine-tune because it just didn't flow right. I went to go edit that one scene about a week ago and discovered...my computer ate it. Along with a couple one-shots that had been hanging out in my folder begging to be completed or posted up and the first couple of chapters to a Harry/Hermione fic that I was really getting into.
Why do these things happen? Not only to me, but to pretty much every fanfic writer out there? Is God trying to punish us for our evil slashing ways? Has JKR tracked us down and sent viruses into all our systems for daring to defile and desecrate her "het" characters?
Another one of life's mysteries, my friends.
Anyway, to make up for the fact that I must now dedicate a good two weeks or so to reconstruct chapter 10 (oh, I want to cry, I had just gotten the confrontation exactly how I wanted it and now I'm not sure I'll be able to make it as good as it was) I bring you a one-shot.
This one-shot was up on a site for a while, but then I took it down because, er, it was terrible. It's been sitting in my folder for quite some time, occasionally giving me a forlorn look that I was determined not to give in to. Last week after discovering what my nasty computer had done, I finally gave in and did some major editing to the fic. I still think it's rather terrible, but...
My friends, for the first time (and quite possibly last, I'm still blushing and feeling all fluttery and anxious), I bring you...porn.
Bridging the Gap
Authoress: chelime
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Anything you recognize isn't mine.
Summary: He looked utterly debauched, splayed on the couch as he was, eyes glittering with lust and lips parted like an invitation.
POP!
In the entranceway to a small apartment, a man with choppy, sandy-colored hair appeared, sighing wearily and rubbing his hand against his temple. He let his briefcase fall to the floor with an unceremonious crash and shrugged out of his threadbare robes. After a critical glance at a potted plant he really had meant to water, the man walked into the kitchen and took a cold bottle of butterbeer out of his refrigerator.
He had just popped off the cap and taken a swig when he froze. There was someone else in his apartment.
Slowly, the man placed his butterbeer on the counter. Sticking his hand into his pocket and curling his fingers around his wand, he walked cautiously out of the kitchen and into the living room.
There, sitting on his couch, was a dark-haired man, naked as the day he was born and fisting himself. He looked up as the other man came into the room.
“Bloody fucking hell,” the sandy-haired man muttered.
“Hello, Remus,” said the man on the couch. He looked utterly debauched, splayed on the couch as he was, eyes glittering with lust and lips parted like an invitation. Remus point-blank refused to look at any part of Sirius’s body other than his face.
“What are you doing, Sirius?” he asked in clipped tones-have to stay cold, can’t let him see what he’s doing to me.
“I thought that would’ve been obvious,” Sirius said, rubbing his thumb over the tip of his cock, an action that Remus did not see.
Remus could feel his own cock swelling, throbbing. “Well, uh, let me rephrase that question, then. What are you doing here?”
Sirius moved his hand to his balls, caressing them. “Well, James and I were supposed to go out and have a last Drunken Prat Party down at Ulric’s pub since he’s due to be a father soon and is under the impression that fathers are not allowed to go out and have Drunken Prat Parties, an impression I will make sure to correct later.”
Remus swallowed, a much more difficult feat at that moment than it had been when he was drinking his butterbeer. “So, er, why aren’t you out doing that?”
Sirius sighed, leaning his head back on the couch as he stroked his cock. “Said Dumbledore needed to see him and Lily. Made him promise to do it another night, but I was still bored tonight. Apparated here and hoped to scare you out of your wits only you weren’t home. Decided to wait around for you.” His hand came up to caress his nipple. Merlin, I’m going to burst before I get to touch him the way he’s touching himself right now. “Got to thinking about you and decided to have a wank.” The hand on his cock sped up and he gave a throaty moan.
“Bloody fucking hell,” Remus cursed, ripping off his shirt. He made quick work of his pants-it had been nearly six months.
Sirius looked up at Remus with his lidded, lust-filled eyes, still furiously stroking his cock. “Going to join me, then?”
“Shut up,” Remus growled, plopping himself into Sirius’s lap. They both moaned with the friction of their two cocks rubbing against each other.
“Remus-“
“Shut up, Sirius.” And he leaned forward and captured Sirius’s mouth in a brutal kiss.
Oh bloodyfuckinghell, fuckfuckfuck, we can’t do this again, we can’t we can’t we can’t-
Sirius clamped his hands around Remus’s bottom and began moving his hips forward and back, causing them both to moan deeply again at that wonderfully addicting and delicious friction…
Remus tore his mouth away from Sirius’s. “We can’t,” he panted, without any real conviction. “Not again,” he added in an attempt to sound like he meant it.
Sirius’s pale eyes bore into his. “Forget about all that, all right? It’s different now.”
“But, we-“
“Remus, I love you. Fuck everything else.”
But Remus still looked hesitant. So Sirius decided to take the situation into his own hands.
Remus shuddered and croaked, “All right, you win.”
Sirius couldn’t help but smirk as he took his hands off Remus’s cock and pulled his face towards his own for another hot, open-mouthed kiss. Each one’s natural male dominance fought to overcome the other’s, and the resultant bucking and rubbing and deepening of already deep kisses had each panting and moaning within moments.
“Remus,” Sirius managed to gasp out, “we are going to need lube. Now.”
“Yes…ah…one moment…” He groped behind him for his pants and managed to procure his wand from the pocket with only minor difficulties, one being that Sirius did not appreciate his lover leaning so far away from him. Remus flicked his wand and a moment later, a bottle of lubricant sailed towards him. He grabbed it and began unscrewing the cap.
“Give it here,” Sirius said, holding out his hand.
“No,” Remus said shortly. “You topped last time. It’s my turn.”
Sirius looked momentarily stunned. Then he grinned in a wicked manner before lunging forward to grab the lube bottle from Remus, and they both fell in a heap on the floor, part wrestling and part just trying to cop a feel.
They both sprang up at the same time, but Remus managed to get the upper hand-he pinned Sirius to the wall and Sirius, smiling, said, “Okay…your turn.”
Remus turned Sirius around roughly and nibbled on his neck. “Mmm…nice start, Moony,” Sirius moaned appreciatively.
Remus let his hands explore, his fingernails lightly scraping against Sirius now and then, causing Sirius a sharp intake of breath and occasionally a muttered profanity. As his hands whispered over Sirius’s body and he continued nibbling and sucking Sirius’s neck, Remus slowly began rubbing his cock against Sirius’s bottom, forcing himself to keep the pace leisurely, to enjoy what he hadn’t allowed himself to enjoy for what, in hindsight, seemed a ridiculously long period of time. Remus wanted to savor this.
Sirius, though, did not seem of the same opinion.
He began pushing back into Remus, rubbing furiously against Remus’s cock. “Remus, I need you now,” he growled. “Don’t do this nancy-pancy savoring stuff to me-I’ve been waiting too bloody long-“
Remus quieted him with a particularly sharp nibble to the neck, and then proceeded to squirt some lubricant into his hands. Remus hurriedly coated his cock with the lube, suddenly agreeing with Sirius’s desire to do this now-they didn’t need to make love, they needed to fuck.
Without preamble, Remus pushed into Sirius’s opening. Sirius groaned and steadied himself against the wall. “Merlin, that feels good-“
Remus began to thrust, hard and fast. “Bloody fucking hell, Sirius-“
“Why did we stop doing this, Rem-oh, fuckfuckfuck, yes, right there, again-“
Remus obliged, pumping harder still into Sirius.
“Merlin and Agrippa, Remus, why did we stop-“
“Too much talk,” Remus said, and slithered his hand around Sirius’s waist and grabbed hold of his cock, giving it a squeeze.
“Fuck, Remus…”
Remus began to stroke Sirius in time to his thrusts; he could feel the muscles around Sirius’s groin tighten and knew neither of them was going to last much longer. Just as this thought crossed his mind, Sirius shouted, “Fuck!” and Remus could feel his whole body tightening with his climax.
Remus thrust one, two, three more times and then he came.
And came.
They both slid onto the floor, their legs completely boneless.
Sirius glanced at Remus and grinned. “I’m not tired yet.” He reached out a hand and wrapped it around Remus’s flaccid cock. “Are you?”
Remus couldn’t help but grin back. “No.”
“Good.” Sirius rolled until he was on top of Remus, grinding his hips hard into Remus’s. “I haven’t had my fill of you yet.”
Already feeling his cock getting hard again, Remus pulled Sirius down for a languid but lust-filled kiss. “When will you have had your fill of me?”
Sirius returned the kiss. “Never.”
A/N: Evil me, leaving out the back story. I didn't have it in the first time either. I tried inserting the back story for this go around, but it just didn't want to fit in smoothly. So make up your own minds as to why Remus and Sirius didn't shag for six months. Maybe one day I'll write a prequel for this fic :)