WHAT CHILDREN DON'T KNOW
TITLE: What Children Don't Know
RATING: R
LENGTH: 1,028 words
PAIRINGS: Remus/Sirius
ERA: post-Hogwarts
NOTES: Once again, for my lovely _potterish.
WHAT CHILDREN DON'T KNOW
They don’t know exactly why, but they are drawn to the platform that day, that first of September firsts when they are not the ones weighed down by books and clothes and (for some of them) over-protective parents.
Amongst the steady stream of students they slip through the wall, not at a fearful run but rather a confident trot. The other side is, as always, chaos.
They stroll up towards the engine where the crowd is thinner; no one likes to sit up front if they can help it. The smell of burning coal is thick, more for atmosphere, they know, than out of any need for power.
A bench waits for them, empty and inviting, and they sit down, not as close as they’d like, but still close enough to raise an eyebrow (if anyone stopped to notice them).
“It’s weird, not going back,” says Sirius, rubbing his chin. “I don’t think it’s really hit me until just now.”
Remus just grunts, his attention focused back down the platform into the throng of students. He waves to the new Head Boy, then sits back and props one let atop the other, ankle to knee, thigh brushing Sirius’s with a casual intimacy.
“It’s better now,” he finally says. “Being out of school. It’s funny...you go there to learn, don’t you. But I think I’ve learned more in the last two months than I ever did there.”
Sirius frowns. Hogwarts is very much a home for him, a sanctuary in these uncertain times. “How d’you mean?”
Remus shakes his head. “I don’t mean about spells and magic, things that children need to know. I mean real life. Children don’t know about paying rent on time, or budgeting for food-” Sirius snorts “-or...or how to get your flatmate to try and keep the place tidy with no house-elves to do it for him...”
“Oi! You’re one to talk, Mr. Wet Towels On The Bed!”
Remus laughs. “That’s not that bad, not when I’ve gone to the toilet early in the morning and found myself standing on your dirty pants!”
Sirius nudges him in the shoulder. “Well maybe if you didn’t hide the hamper in the closet...”
“Well, I figured ‘in the closet’ was a natural habitat for us!”
“Oh that is it,” Sirius growls, predatory and promising. He jumps to his feet and hauls Remus after him, pulling them both around behind a large and accommodating pillar. He backs Remus up against it and presses in close, the tips of their noses just brushing.
“You want out?” Sinus whispers roughly, his breath hot across Remus’s face. “Would you like all of the ickle firsties and their mummies and daddies to know exactly what gets you off, who gets you off?”
Remus just smirks. “You don’t have the bollocks.”
Sirius’s laugh is dangerous. Alluring. Arousing. “I think you know, Moony-love, that I do.” He hesitates a moment, then closes the distance for a lip-bruising kiss, pressing Remus harder against the brick wall.
The thinner man is no less eager, kissing back just as hard and using the wall as leverage. His hands tangle in Sirius’s hair, and his tongue pushes past Sirius’s all-too-willing lips. It is a dare; their kisses are quiet aside from their harsh breathing, and the first one to moan will suffer the consequences.
Neither of them really minds if they lose.
Sirius finally resorts to cheating, brings his hand between them and presses it against Remus’s groin. At least it is a successful cheat; Remus tears his mouth away and drops his head back against the brick moaning loudly...
...and conveniently in time with the five-minute warning toot of the Hogwarts Express.
Sirius starts to pull away, but Remus grabs his arse and keeps him close. “Oh no,” he growls, “you started this, you’re finishing this!”
“Oh fuck, Moony...” says Sirius, grinning madly and leaning forward to attack Remus’s neck with his lips and teeth.
There’s a sense of urgency now, the knowledge in less than five minutes’ time the train will pull away from the platform and mothers and fathers and little siblings will all swarm to the end, eager to wave goodbye to their wee ones, and the chance of discovery grows to a near inevitable probability...especially if Remus doesn’t shut up.
They straddle each other’s thighs, grinding their crotches into each other, kissing wildly with teeth and tongues and the bite of nails on the bare skin of a neck. Sirius begins to chant in a whisper, “Moony Moony Moony...” and Remus answers with a long drawn out, “Paaaaaaaads...”
One of Sirius’s hands slips around behind Remus, sliding down the back of his trousers, between belt and smooth skin, fingers lightly teasing the top of his arse, delving briefly into the muscle-tight space between cheeks, then up and out and settling on the small of his back.
The trill of a child’s laugh floats to their ears; Remus’s brain tells him to stop, stop now, not in front of the children...but his cock is in control and yells back that it’s got only a few more thrusts left in him anyway, so why don’t they finish?
Recognizing the oncoming orgasm, and knowing his own inability to come quietly, Remus grabs Sirius’s head and kisses him hard and deep, moaning into his mouth as he thrusts once-twice-again, and-
Some part of Sirius’s brain is still functioning on a public level, and taking a moment to touch his other wand that’s being stored in his back pocket, thinks a non-verbal silencing spell and allows himself to come with a yelp, biting Remus’s lip and hips jerking erratically.
They emerge back into the Muggle-friendly part of King’s Cross later, looking a bit disheveled, but nothing that wouldn’t be caused by the windy platform anyway. They walk closely, arms touching but not linked, their paces matched and even in a stroll that speaks of nothing better to do all day, except maybe go home and have a proper shag.
“You know what else children don’t know?” says one of the two, the taller one.
“What’s that?”
“They don’t know how to be in love.”
End.
RATING: R
LENGTH: 1,028 words
PAIRINGS: Remus/Sirius
ERA: post-Hogwarts
NOTES: Once again, for my lovely _potterish.
WHAT CHILDREN DON'T KNOW
They don’t know exactly why, but they are drawn to the platform that day, that first of September firsts when they are not the ones weighed down by books and clothes and (for some of them) over-protective parents.
Amongst the steady stream of students they slip through the wall, not at a fearful run but rather a confident trot. The other side is, as always, chaos.
They stroll up towards the engine where the crowd is thinner; no one likes to sit up front if they can help it. The smell of burning coal is thick, more for atmosphere, they know, than out of any need for power.
A bench waits for them, empty and inviting, and they sit down, not as close as they’d like, but still close enough to raise an eyebrow (if anyone stopped to notice them).
“It’s weird, not going back,” says Sirius, rubbing his chin. “I don’t think it’s really hit me until just now.”
Remus just grunts, his attention focused back down the platform into the throng of students. He waves to the new Head Boy, then sits back and props one let atop the other, ankle to knee, thigh brushing Sirius’s with a casual intimacy.
“It’s better now,” he finally says. “Being out of school. It’s funny...you go there to learn, don’t you. But I think I’ve learned more in the last two months than I ever did there.”
Sirius frowns. Hogwarts is very much a home for him, a sanctuary in these uncertain times. “How d’you mean?”
Remus shakes his head. “I don’t mean about spells and magic, things that children need to know. I mean real life. Children don’t know about paying rent on time, or budgeting for food-” Sirius snorts “-or...or how to get your flatmate to try and keep the place tidy with no house-elves to do it for him...”
“Oi! You’re one to talk, Mr. Wet Towels On The Bed!”
Remus laughs. “That’s not that bad, not when I’ve gone to the toilet early in the morning and found myself standing on your dirty pants!”
Sirius nudges him in the shoulder. “Well maybe if you didn’t hide the hamper in the closet...”
“Well, I figured ‘in the closet’ was a natural habitat for us!”
“Oh that is it,” Sirius growls, predatory and promising. He jumps to his feet and hauls Remus after him, pulling them both around behind a large and accommodating pillar. He backs Remus up against it and presses in close, the tips of their noses just brushing.
“You want out?” Sinus whispers roughly, his breath hot across Remus’s face. “Would you like all of the ickle firsties and their mummies and daddies to know exactly what gets you off, who gets you off?”
Remus just smirks. “You don’t have the bollocks.”
Sirius’s laugh is dangerous. Alluring. Arousing. “I think you know, Moony-love, that I do.” He hesitates a moment, then closes the distance for a lip-bruising kiss, pressing Remus harder against the brick wall.
The thinner man is no less eager, kissing back just as hard and using the wall as leverage. His hands tangle in Sirius’s hair, and his tongue pushes past Sirius’s all-too-willing lips. It is a dare; their kisses are quiet aside from their harsh breathing, and the first one to moan will suffer the consequences.
Neither of them really minds if they lose.
Sirius finally resorts to cheating, brings his hand between them and presses it against Remus’s groin. At least it is a successful cheat; Remus tears his mouth away and drops his head back against the brick moaning loudly...
...and conveniently in time with the five-minute warning toot of the Hogwarts Express.
Sirius starts to pull away, but Remus grabs his arse and keeps him close. “Oh no,” he growls, “you started this, you’re finishing this!”
“Oh fuck, Moony...” says Sirius, grinning madly and leaning forward to attack Remus’s neck with his lips and teeth.
There’s a sense of urgency now, the knowledge in less than five minutes’ time the train will pull away from the platform and mothers and fathers and little siblings will all swarm to the end, eager to wave goodbye to their wee ones, and the chance of discovery grows to a near inevitable probability...especially if Remus doesn’t shut up.
They straddle each other’s thighs, grinding their crotches into each other, kissing wildly with teeth and tongues and the bite of nails on the bare skin of a neck. Sirius begins to chant in a whisper, “Moony Moony Moony...” and Remus answers with a long drawn out, “Paaaaaaaads...”
One of Sirius’s hands slips around behind Remus, sliding down the back of his trousers, between belt and smooth skin, fingers lightly teasing the top of his arse, delving briefly into the muscle-tight space between cheeks, then up and out and settling on the small of his back.
The trill of a child’s laugh floats to their ears; Remus’s brain tells him to stop, stop now, not in front of the children...but his cock is in control and yells back that it’s got only a few more thrusts left in him anyway, so why don’t they finish?
Recognizing the oncoming orgasm, and knowing his own inability to come quietly, Remus grabs Sirius’s head and kisses him hard and deep, moaning into his mouth as he thrusts once-twice-again, and-
Some part of Sirius’s brain is still functioning on a public level, and taking a moment to touch his other wand that’s being stored in his back pocket, thinks a non-verbal silencing spell and allows himself to come with a yelp, biting Remus’s lip and hips jerking erratically.
They emerge back into the Muggle-friendly part of King’s Cross later, looking a bit disheveled, but nothing that wouldn’t be caused by the windy platform anyway. They walk closely, arms touching but not linked, their paces matched and even in a stroll that speaks of nothing better to do all day, except maybe go home and have a proper shag.
“You know what else children don’t know?” says one of the two, the taller one.
“What’s that?”
“They don’t know how to be in love.”
End.