Night Swim
Ahhh, there is always a new wank. Fanwank Avenger has only to be patient, and the wank shall come to him. This one comes to us from Heidi8's journal and thereabouts, and as Fanwank Avenger loffs the Pink, he has posted his latest for her.
This pairing was at the request of imochan. Poor bugger will have to wait for the "Harry's POV" sequel, though.
Of COURSE the Avenger is a tease. Have you not learned this by now?
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NIGHT SWIM
Remus Lupin came up for air, gasping, pleased at the shock to his system; it was like anything else, it was better to leap and regret it later, if at all.
He slicked his hair back from his face and moved his legs slowly in the chilly water. The others sometimes waded into the cold, but Remus dove. Always. A leap from a high rock into a particularly deep pocket in the lake, a clean cut through the water.
The others hadn't come tonight. James was leading a study session for NEWTs, and everyone was there. Remus supposed he should be, but his nerves were too much on edge. A few laps would help him sleep.
There were sulfur springs on the far side of the lake, where the water was blood-temperature warm. He made for them now, reveling in the werewolf strength which drove the muscles across his back, along his arms, down his thighs and calves. He felt the warm water drift across his face. The rocks here formed small pools, and he could --
"James?" he asked, surprised out of himself by the sight of the other man sitting on one of the rocks, shirtless, wet trousers rolled up, feet propped on another rock in front of him.
James raised his head. Remus gaped. Who else could it be -- but his face was subtly different, and his eyes were green...
"Who's there?" the man asked, curious. "I can't see you in the dark."
Remus drew closer, pulling himself halfway out of the water on a nearby rock. "James, you're supposed to be at the study session," he said, turning to allow the light of the waxing moon to fall on his face.
"I'm not James," the man said. "My name is Harry."
"How'd you get here?" Remus asked. "Nobody's supposed to be on the grounds but Hogwarts people."
"I'm not doing anything wrong," Harry answered. "I came through the forest. I wanted to come here to think."
"Sorry, I'm sure," Remus said, preparing to kick away. "I'll let you alone if you like."
"No -- don't go." The man put out a hand. "I'd like to talk to you."
Remus swam lazily to where he sat, pushing himself up until he was sitting on the same rock that Harry now rested his feet on. He could see now that there were differences between this man and James; the face wasn't the same, the eyes weren't, there were more and better-defined muscles across his chest, and there were scars on his shoulders and ribs. Still, he couldn't be more than seventeen. Remus liked the look of him; he was handsome, magnetic in the same way James was, and graceful.
"You remind me of someone, a teacher I once had," Harry said.
"You remind me of a friend of mine. It's uncanny, really."
The man drew a knee up to his chest, and rested his chin on it. "Aren't you frightened?"
"Of what?" Remus laughed. "Of you?"
"After you leave here. There's a huge world out there and there's so much badness in it. Aren't you scared?"
"Got my mates," Remus said, after a reflective pause. Harry looked like he was about to say something, and then stopped himself.
"It's all inevitable anyway," he muttered.
"What is?"
"Nothing." Harry shrugged. Remus peered closer at him, until their faces were almost touching, Remus' waist between Harry's legs.
"Your eyes are familiar," he said finally. Harry smiled. "You don't look so afraid to me."
"I'm not afraid of you."
"You would be if you knew me."
Harry's green eyes sparked, and as if to prove it to both of them, he bent down and kissed Remus, carefully, slowly, and exceedingly thoroughly.
"You're a good judge of character. If I'd been one of my mates you'd have been decked by now," Remus said, rolling the taste of the other man's mouth across his tongue, as he drew back. "That why you're afraid?"
"A couple other reasons," Harry said, with a dry humor Remus didn't understand. One of his hands drifted across Remus' shoulders, cupped the back of his head. Remus, mischievously, slid down into the water, standing in the shallow pool between his rock and Harry's. He leaned his head on Harry's thigh, felt thin deft fingers slick his hair into neat lines.
"You're as nervous as I am," Remus observed, feeling the tension in Harry's body. "I've a bloody great test tomorrow. What've you got?"
"I might die."
"What?"
"Tomorrow I have to fight someone a lot stronger than me. I might die," Harry repeated. Remus bent into the hand stroking his hair, closing his eyes. The only response he could come up with was wildly inappropriate, but he said it anyway.
"Any last requests?"
Harry looked down at him so intensely that Remus caught his breath.
"Yes," Harry said quietly.
Remus nodded and swayed forward, guided by Harry's hands, his own reaching up to tug at the damp material around Harry's hips. He could see clear enough what the other man wanted. Hell, it might be good for him, too...
He could feel himself harden as he stroked Harry's cock with one hand, thumb rubbing gently over the head. Harry moaned, leaning his head back, thrusting slightly. Remus pressed his thumb to the base of his cock as he took it in his mouth, just the head, tongue working around it
like he'd learned from another man with black hair, in some other lifetime that did not touch on this warm summer night
to make Harry cry out, quietly.
"More please more," Harry begged, and Remus dropped one hand to stroke himself in the warm water, letting Harry's hips buck, letting him control the way this happened, though he moaned and made voiceless cries, vibrating against the hot, pulsing warmth in his mouth --
Harry's hands surprised him, pushing him away before he was done, and he spread his arms for balance in the water.
"More," Harry said. "You, more..."
Remus took his wrists and pulled him into the water, their bodies touching now, chest to chest, Harry's erection pressed to Remus' thigh. He kissed him, with the same thorough fire as before, and then turned. He leaned on the rock he'd been sitting on, pressing one cheek to the smooth, water-washed stone.
Remus drew his thumb down Harry's spine, and when he reached his ass, he pressed a finger in, gently; two; stroking until Harry gave a little sobbing cry of pleasure. Remus drew out his fingers and pushed inside him, chin on the other man's shoulder, hips moving in the water. Harry cursed, and begged again, and said his name, Remus, and another name Remus didn't know, but that made it somehow all the better, because Harry was hot and tight and Remus was reaching around to stroke him as he bucked his hips and gave the little breathless gasps he'd wanted to make before.
Harry shivered and came, moaning, before Remus, but not by much; they stayed there, swaying with the heated water, until Remus let out a small, pleased sigh, and withdrew. Harry was still leaning on the rock, eyes closed.
"If it had to be anyone before tomorrow," he said softly, "I'm glad it was you."
Remus smiled, body awash in endorphines, and warm, and tired. "You don't even know me."
Harry turned, and gave him one last kiss that sent chills along his skin, nuzzling his jaw slightly.
"Say that again in twenty years," he said cryptically. Remus leaned back, let himself half-float as Harry rose out of the water, dressed in the damp trousers and a plain white shirt, and turned to look at him.
"Goodbye, Remus," he said, and vanished into the forest.
Remus was already back in the dormitory and nearly asleep when he realised he hadn't given the green-eyed man his name.
FIN!
This pairing was at the request of imochan. Poor bugger will have to wait for the "Harry's POV" sequel, though.
Of COURSE the Avenger is a tease. Have you not learned this by now?
***
NIGHT SWIM
Remus Lupin came up for air, gasping, pleased at the shock to his system; it was like anything else, it was better to leap and regret it later, if at all.
He slicked his hair back from his face and moved his legs slowly in the chilly water. The others sometimes waded into the cold, but Remus dove. Always. A leap from a high rock into a particularly deep pocket in the lake, a clean cut through the water.
The others hadn't come tonight. James was leading a study session for NEWTs, and everyone was there. Remus supposed he should be, but his nerves were too much on edge. A few laps would help him sleep.
There were sulfur springs on the far side of the lake, where the water was blood-temperature warm. He made for them now, reveling in the werewolf strength which drove the muscles across his back, along his arms, down his thighs and calves. He felt the warm water drift across his face. The rocks here formed small pools, and he could --
"James?" he asked, surprised out of himself by the sight of the other man sitting on one of the rocks, shirtless, wet trousers rolled up, feet propped on another rock in front of him.
James raised his head. Remus gaped. Who else could it be -- but his face was subtly different, and his eyes were green...
"Who's there?" the man asked, curious. "I can't see you in the dark."
Remus drew closer, pulling himself halfway out of the water on a nearby rock. "James, you're supposed to be at the study session," he said, turning to allow the light of the waxing moon to fall on his face.
"I'm not James," the man said. "My name is Harry."
"How'd you get here?" Remus asked. "Nobody's supposed to be on the grounds but Hogwarts people."
"I'm not doing anything wrong," Harry answered. "I came through the forest. I wanted to come here to think."
"Sorry, I'm sure," Remus said, preparing to kick away. "I'll let you alone if you like."
"No -- don't go." The man put out a hand. "I'd like to talk to you."
Remus swam lazily to where he sat, pushing himself up until he was sitting on the same rock that Harry now rested his feet on. He could see now that there were differences between this man and James; the face wasn't the same, the eyes weren't, there were more and better-defined muscles across his chest, and there were scars on his shoulders and ribs. Still, he couldn't be more than seventeen. Remus liked the look of him; he was handsome, magnetic in the same way James was, and graceful.
"You remind me of someone, a teacher I once had," Harry said.
"You remind me of a friend of mine. It's uncanny, really."
The man drew a knee up to his chest, and rested his chin on it. "Aren't you frightened?"
"Of what?" Remus laughed. "Of you?"
"After you leave here. There's a huge world out there and there's so much badness in it. Aren't you scared?"
"Got my mates," Remus said, after a reflective pause. Harry looked like he was about to say something, and then stopped himself.
"It's all inevitable anyway," he muttered.
"What is?"
"Nothing." Harry shrugged. Remus peered closer at him, until their faces were almost touching, Remus' waist between Harry's legs.
"Your eyes are familiar," he said finally. Harry smiled. "You don't look so afraid to me."
"I'm not afraid of you."
"You would be if you knew me."
Harry's green eyes sparked, and as if to prove it to both of them, he bent down and kissed Remus, carefully, slowly, and exceedingly thoroughly.
"You're a good judge of character. If I'd been one of my mates you'd have been decked by now," Remus said, rolling the taste of the other man's mouth across his tongue, as he drew back. "That why you're afraid?"
"A couple other reasons," Harry said, with a dry humor Remus didn't understand. One of his hands drifted across Remus' shoulders, cupped the back of his head. Remus, mischievously, slid down into the water, standing in the shallow pool between his rock and Harry's. He leaned his head on Harry's thigh, felt thin deft fingers slick his hair into neat lines.
"You're as nervous as I am," Remus observed, feeling the tension in Harry's body. "I've a bloody great test tomorrow. What've you got?"
"I might die."
"What?"
"Tomorrow I have to fight someone a lot stronger than me. I might die," Harry repeated. Remus bent into the hand stroking his hair, closing his eyes. The only response he could come up with was wildly inappropriate, but he said it anyway.
"Any last requests?"
Harry looked down at him so intensely that Remus caught his breath.
"Yes," Harry said quietly.
Remus nodded and swayed forward, guided by Harry's hands, his own reaching up to tug at the damp material around Harry's hips. He could see clear enough what the other man wanted. Hell, it might be good for him, too...
He could feel himself harden as he stroked Harry's cock with one hand, thumb rubbing gently over the head. Harry moaned, leaning his head back, thrusting slightly. Remus pressed his thumb to the base of his cock as he took it in his mouth, just the head, tongue working around it
like he'd learned from another man with black hair, in some other lifetime that did not touch on this warm summer night
to make Harry cry out, quietly.
"More please more," Harry begged, and Remus dropped one hand to stroke himself in the warm water, letting Harry's hips buck, letting him control the way this happened, though he moaned and made voiceless cries, vibrating against the hot, pulsing warmth in his mouth --
Harry's hands surprised him, pushing him away before he was done, and he spread his arms for balance in the water.
"More," Harry said. "You, more..."
Remus took his wrists and pulled him into the water, their bodies touching now, chest to chest, Harry's erection pressed to Remus' thigh. He kissed him, with the same thorough fire as before, and then turned. He leaned on the rock he'd been sitting on, pressing one cheek to the smooth, water-washed stone.
Remus drew his thumb down Harry's spine, and when he reached his ass, he pressed a finger in, gently; two; stroking until Harry gave a little sobbing cry of pleasure. Remus drew out his fingers and pushed inside him, chin on the other man's shoulder, hips moving in the water. Harry cursed, and begged again, and said his name, Remus, and another name Remus didn't know, but that made it somehow all the better, because Harry was hot and tight and Remus was reaching around to stroke him as he bucked his hips and gave the little breathless gasps he'd wanted to make before.
Harry shivered and came, moaning, before Remus, but not by much; they stayed there, swaying with the heated water, until Remus let out a small, pleased sigh, and withdrew. Harry was still leaning on the rock, eyes closed.
"If it had to be anyone before tomorrow," he said softly, "I'm glad it was you."
Remus smiled, body awash in endorphines, and warm, and tired. "You don't even know me."
Harry turned, and gave him one last kiss that sent chills along his skin, nuzzling his jaw slightly.
"Say that again in twenty years," he said cryptically. Remus leaned back, let himself half-float as Harry rose out of the water, dressed in the damp trousers and a plain white shirt, and turned to look at him.
"Goodbye, Remus," he said, and vanished into the forest.
Remus was already back in the dormitory and nearly asleep when he realised he hadn't given the green-eyed man his name.
FIN!