FICLET: Too Much [R/J - R]
Title: Too Much
Summary: It's all too much, James thinks dizzily.
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Pairing: Remus/James
Authors notes: written for 20_claims prompt of 'Too Much'. Many thanks to kellygreen for the wonderful beta
Remus is all over him and for a moment James can’t speak, can’t breathe, can barely think except to think, more, more, more, faster, faster, faster, in the same rhythm that Remus is stroking his cock. He closes his eyes and thinks that somehow if they go faster this will be okay, that if they just do it in a frenzy of limbs and lusty hormones this will be fine. It’s like diving in Quidditch, James thinks suddenly. It’s easier to dive at breakneck speed with the wind whistling around your head, tilting up out of instinct instead of any coherent thought. He arches into Remus’ touch and wonders why the fuck he’s thinking of Quidditch when Remus fucking Lupin is getting him off.
He gasps and pulls Remus to him. He kisses him fiercely, frantically, not holding anything back. He tries to hold on to this pleasure like he’s holding onto Remus’ shirt, but it’s too much and it explodes inside him as he comes on Remus’ hand and the cuff of his shirt. Remus kisses him once more, softly, before leaning back and regarding James’ through a half-lidded gaze.
"Was that okay?" he asks, almost smugly.
"That was brilliant," James says in a breathy exhale. "It was better than last year when we shut out Slytherin and won the Cup."
Remus laughs in that small amused way he has and James blushes a little.
"I hope you don’t say that to the girls," he says lightly before ruffling James hair.
"But Remus," he interjects, "that was the best feeling in the world. This tops that!"
Remus gives him a bemused, almost exasperated smile before standing and starting to do up his tie.
"Well, we’d better not do that again, then," he says with a teasing grin.
"Why’s that?" James asks, trying to ignore the bubble of panic that rises in his chest.
"Wouldn’t want you skipping Quidditch games just so I could get you off. Awful for the Cup, you know," he muses.
"I wouldn’t skip the games, Moony," James says with a smile. "I’d just get you to meet me in the locker room after."
"Ahh, well that’s an excellent game strategy," Remus agrees before reaching over and doing up James’ tie like second nature. He leans back, surveying his handy work while James buttons up his trousers.
"So I’ll see you Saturday after the game?" James asks, half teasing.
"Locker one-thirteen," Remus replies before wrapping his hand around James’ tie and pulling him closer for one more kiss.
It’s all too much, James thinks dizzily as Remus pulls away, but it’s a good kind of too much, the kind that makes him want even more, and so he pulls Remus to him again. Quidditch practice can wait.