Chilled [oneshot]
Title: Chilled
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Remus/Harry
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2, 213
Summary: Harry's bed is too cold to sleep in all alone.
A/N: SHAMELESS, PLOTLESS PORN. ENJOY. Written for the prompt 'Cold' over @ adventchallenge for day 6/25.
Harry contemplated the door in front of him. It was a fairly innocuous door. Slightly ajar in the dark corridor of Grimmauld Place’s top floor, it blended in with its surroundings, nearly invisible in the shadows. No sounds came from inside the room. But then why would they? It was almost two in the morning. Remus and Teddy had long since been asleep. Harry was the only one still awake.
But then he was also the only one who didn’t have a working fireplace in his bedroom. His was apparently on the fritz. Harry wasn’t sure how that worked; all he knew was every time he tried to start a fire-with or without magic-the hearth seemed to swallow up the flames and then burp smoke and ash back out at him. They wouldn’t be able to get it fixed until after the holidays.
He’d never really noticed how cold the manor was until that night. Obviously, there was no central heating system in the home of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black, so the only thing keeping it livable was the fireplaces. And the fact that the manor’s three inhabitants hardly ever ventured into any of the other rooms beside the sitting room, kitchen, and their respective bedrooms suites-all of which had fireplaces.
But shivering beneath countless sheets, blankets, and duvets, and soaked in every warming charm he knew had enlightened Harry to the manor’s slight flaw.
After his warming charm had worn off and he’d woken up trembling for the tenth time-he’d counted-he let himself start considering sleeping somewhere else. The sitting room would have been just fine. The sofa down there was enormous, and Harry knew a few acceptable cushioning charms he could’ve used on the floor if it wasn’t anyway. But…
Harry couldn’t help but think of earlier in the evening when he and Remus had been reading Teddy his evening story. Teddy hadn’t been able to decide whose lap he’d wanted to sit in, so he compromised and forced them to sit next to each other, leaving a thigh from each of them open for his bum to recline upon. At some point during the story, Remus had put his arm around Harry’s shoulders to lean in closer to his son. He probably hadn’t thought anything of it; but Harry, who had been fantasizing about Remus since shortly after he’d moved in, had grown decidedly uncomfortable in certain areas of his anatomy at the proximity. Luckily, Teddy had put a pillow down to lean on, so he didn’t detect Harry’s predicament-thank Merlin. But it hadn’t stopped Harry from noticing how warm Remus was. He was inhumanly warm. Because of his lycanthropy? He didn’t know. But heat radiated off of him in waves that slipped over Harry like a soft blanket.
Or Harry had just been aroused. Or he was currently just so cold he was overdramatizing the stature of Remus’s body heat. Or he just wanted a half-plausible reason for asking to share a bed with the object of his fantasies.
His brain was getting in the way though. He kept asking himself ridiculous questions like: What if he asks why he couldn’t just sleep in one of the other dozen spare bedrooms with working fireplaces? Or: Are you insane?
In the midst of his mental battle, the door he’d been scowling at for the past who-knows-how-long opened and Remus stood in the doorway wearing his dressing gown and looking concerned. “Is something wrong, Harry?”
Harry was struck dumb.
When he didn’t answer, Remus frowned worriedly and waved a hand in front of his blank face. “Harry?” he prompted again.
“It’s cold in my room,” he croaked out. His mind was whirling, trying to figure out what to say to get himself in Remus’s bed. This was impeded by his common sense telling him he was being an idiot; there was no way Remus was interested in him; and certainly no chance he was going to be staying the night cuddled up-let alone committing lewd acts-with the man.
Remus blinked. “Oh, that’s right. The fireplace is broken, isn’t it?”
“I was wondering if I could stay with you tonight.” How had that managed to spew out of him? He’d meant to say something along the lines of, I was on my way to the room next door when I thought I heard something in the corner there, so I stopped to listen and see what it was. On second thought though, he was glad he hadn’t said that. It was such a terrible and obvious lie he was sure Remus would have been insulted he’d even tried it.
Remus was silent for a long moment. Harry had prepared himself for the worst by the time he spoke again.
“Of course you can, Harry. Can’t have you catching your death in your sleep, can we?” he said calmly, stepping aside to admit Harry into his room. Shocked, Harry didn’t move right away and Remus chuckled. “Have you frozen to that spot?”
Shaking himself, Harry scurried into the room before Remus could change his mind. The difference in temperature was immediate. The comfortable warmth of the room hit Harry like a snuggly brick wall and he hummed in approval as soon as Remus shut the door behind him, blocking off the draft from the hallway. So wrapped up in the banishing of his chills, he didn’t even notice Remus slip out of his house coat and climb back into his bed.
“Are you coming to bed, Harry?”
Harry’s eyes snapped open at the sound of the man’s voice. If he hadn’t known any better, he’d say it had sounded sultry. But that was silly. Remus didn’t do sultry, especially not with him.
“Uh, yeah…right. Of course. Just…defrosting. Sorry,” he mumbled, crossing the room to stand at the empty side of the bed. He hesitated. He’d never shared a bed with friend before, let alone with a man he was lusting after. Was there some sort of protocol? Would he mind if he was only wearing his underwear, or should he find some sleep pants?
“All right, Harry?”
There was that tone again. It definitely had a suggestive lilt to it; he wasn’t just imagining it. Harry glanced up at him for the first time since being permitted into the room. His mouth went dry. As far as he could tell, Remus was naked. He supposed the duvet could be covering up some very boring and unwelcoming pair of shorts, or even some sleep pants, but Harry’s mind quickly pushed all logical thought aside as his libido took over. All he could think about was the mostly naked Remus Lupin languidly sprawled across the center of the four-poster bed, smiling at him innocently.
“Harry?” Remus said again, tilting his head to the side questioningly.
Harry gulped. He’d already been half-hard. But when Remus said his name like that, he jumped to full attention. He struggled not to rub himself against the side of the mattress.
“Is it alright if I take off my robe?” he wasn’t sure what possessed him to ask. Surely he wouldn’t care as he was at least half-naked himself.
“Of course. It doesn’t bother you that I’m not wearing anything, does it?” he feigned concern, but he didn’t sound worried in the slightest. In fact, the man was nearly smirking, his eyes glittering.
Harry shook his head in response, not trusting his voice. He’d never been the sharpest tool in the shed when it came to reading body language, but even a blind man could see Remus was interested. He wasn’t sure what had gotten into the man, but he wasn’t complaining. He would take Remus however he could get him.
Clumsily, he began to pull at the tie on his robe. It was harder to untie than he ever remembered it being before, but he finally conquered it and let the garment fall to the floor. Remus had reclined back against his pillows to watch him. He seemed amused, but when Harry crawled onto and across the bed toward him, his face darkened and he went still.
Harry paused uncertainly for a moment before pressing the palm of his left hand against Remus’s belly and sliding it up the man’s torso, running his fingers through the curly hair gathered around his chest. Unsure what to think of the lack of reaction to the touch, Harry ignored it to continue touching. He’d already decided he wasn’t going to stop unless Remus said something. He brought the hand already touching him back down to where it’d started at his navel. His other hand joined it and he ran them both back up his body, being sure to rub firmly over his nipples. His cock twitched at the feel of the nubs hardening under his palms.
That got a reaction from the man. Remus leaned up, grabbed Harry by the hair roughly, and brought their lips together in a searing kiss. Startled, Harry’s elbows gave out and he ended up falling onto the man’s chest, vaguely wishing he’d taken his shirt off before getting in the bed. The problem was quickly seen to, though, when Remus yanked it up his body, nearly ripping it. Harry didn’t want to leave his mouth, but he wanted to feel their skin pressed together more, so he pulled back just long enough to tear the garment off and throw it to the side.
As the kiss resumed, a messy tangle of lips and tongues, Remus maneuvered Harry by his hips until he was straddling the man. The feel of his erection wedged up against his bum had Harry moaning into the man’s mouth and bearing down on the protuberance. Remus growled and his hips bucked up against him. He grabbed him by the waist and thrust teasingly along his clothed cleft, devouring Harry’s whimper.
The younger man pulled away from Remus’s mouth and sat up straight, rocking his hips in time with the werewolf’s thrusts. His head fell back, eyes closed, as he pushed the heel of his hand against the front of his tented shorts. Why was he still wearing clothes again? A needy whine spilled from him and before he knew what was happening, he was on his back, Remus hovering over him with a predatory gleam in his eyes that made Harry melt.
The werewolf pulled his pants off in a rush and didn’t hesitate to shove Harry’s legs apart and plant himself between them. Apparently he’d been as starkers as Harry’d imagined, and when he felt their cocks slid together wetly for the first time, he cried out, losing control of his hips and rearing up for more friction. Remus didn’t disappoint, setting a brutal but steady pace to their nearly violent frotting.
Harry reached up to clutch Remus’s head by his hair and wrench their mouths together again. The man’s tongue plunged into his mouth boldly, mimicking what Harry hoped he wanted to do with his prick. He sucked on the appendage, massaging the man’s scalp with his fingers and wrapping his legs around his waist. He was so close. He felt he should warn the man, but that would have required abandoning his mouth again, and he’d already done that twice. He wasn’t keen to do it again.
He was forced to anyway, when he came. He arched off the bed, head shoving back into the pillows as he spurted his release between their sweaty bodies. Remus didn’t miss a beat. He latched onto Harry’s exposed neck and never slowed the undulation of his hips. Delirious, Harry pawed at the man’s back, legs still locked around him. He began to whisper filthy encouragements into his ear. Come for me, baby. Cover me in your cream. I wanna feel it hot and wet on me. I’ll lick it clean. Every last drop. I wanna taste it. You wanna taste it in my mouth? It went on.
Remus groaned into his neck when he came, biting down on the bruise he’d no doubt left behind. His hips still moved sporadically as he emptied himself over Harry’s belly. Exhausted, he collapsed onto his back next to Harry, panting.
Mostly recovered, Harry rolled over half on top of his new lover and pushed his hair off his sweaty brow. “Where in Merlin’s name did that come from?” he asked, lazily tracing shapes around the man’s right nipple.
Remus chuckled. “I’ve wanted to do that for ages.”
Harry raised an inquiring eyebrow at him, but the man’s eyes were still closed in bliss. “Have you now?” he said out loud instead.
“Indeed,” was all he got in response.
“You never showed any interest before,” Harry pointed out.
He shrugged and reached for his wand on the bedside table to spell them clean again. “Neither did you.”
Harry admitted he had a point and moved on. “So does this mean we can do this again sometime?”
Remus laughed heartily and pushed him onto his back again. “Couldn’t beat me away with a stick. Dog with a bone and all that.”
Harry just laughed right along with him and allowed himself to be manhandled into comfortable sleeping position, finally warm and cozy for the night.
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Remus/Harry
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2, 213
Summary: Harry's bed is too cold to sleep in all alone.
A/N: SHAMELESS, PLOTLESS PORN. ENJOY. Written for the prompt 'Cold' over @ adventchallenge for day 6/25.
Harry contemplated the door in front of him. It was a fairly innocuous door. Slightly ajar in the dark corridor of Grimmauld Place’s top floor, it blended in with its surroundings, nearly invisible in the shadows. No sounds came from inside the room. But then why would they? It was almost two in the morning. Remus and Teddy had long since been asleep. Harry was the only one still awake.
But then he was also the only one who didn’t have a working fireplace in his bedroom. His was apparently on the fritz. Harry wasn’t sure how that worked; all he knew was every time he tried to start a fire-with or without magic-the hearth seemed to swallow up the flames and then burp smoke and ash back out at him. They wouldn’t be able to get it fixed until after the holidays.
He’d never really noticed how cold the manor was until that night. Obviously, there was no central heating system in the home of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black, so the only thing keeping it livable was the fireplaces. And the fact that the manor’s three inhabitants hardly ever ventured into any of the other rooms beside the sitting room, kitchen, and their respective bedrooms suites-all of which had fireplaces.
But shivering beneath countless sheets, blankets, and duvets, and soaked in every warming charm he knew had enlightened Harry to the manor’s slight flaw.
After his warming charm had worn off and he’d woken up trembling for the tenth time-he’d counted-he let himself start considering sleeping somewhere else. The sitting room would have been just fine. The sofa down there was enormous, and Harry knew a few acceptable cushioning charms he could’ve used on the floor if it wasn’t anyway. But…
Harry couldn’t help but think of earlier in the evening when he and Remus had been reading Teddy his evening story. Teddy hadn’t been able to decide whose lap he’d wanted to sit in, so he compromised and forced them to sit next to each other, leaving a thigh from each of them open for his bum to recline upon. At some point during the story, Remus had put his arm around Harry’s shoulders to lean in closer to his son. He probably hadn’t thought anything of it; but Harry, who had been fantasizing about Remus since shortly after he’d moved in, had grown decidedly uncomfortable in certain areas of his anatomy at the proximity. Luckily, Teddy had put a pillow down to lean on, so he didn’t detect Harry’s predicament-thank Merlin. But it hadn’t stopped Harry from noticing how warm Remus was. He was inhumanly warm. Because of his lycanthropy? He didn’t know. But heat radiated off of him in waves that slipped over Harry like a soft blanket.
Or Harry had just been aroused. Or he was currently just so cold he was overdramatizing the stature of Remus’s body heat. Or he just wanted a half-plausible reason for asking to share a bed with the object of his fantasies.
His brain was getting in the way though. He kept asking himself ridiculous questions like: What if he asks why he couldn’t just sleep in one of the other dozen spare bedrooms with working fireplaces? Or: Are you insane?
In the midst of his mental battle, the door he’d been scowling at for the past who-knows-how-long opened and Remus stood in the doorway wearing his dressing gown and looking concerned. “Is something wrong, Harry?”
Harry was struck dumb.
When he didn’t answer, Remus frowned worriedly and waved a hand in front of his blank face. “Harry?” he prompted again.
“It’s cold in my room,” he croaked out. His mind was whirling, trying to figure out what to say to get himself in Remus’s bed. This was impeded by his common sense telling him he was being an idiot; there was no way Remus was interested in him; and certainly no chance he was going to be staying the night cuddled up-let alone committing lewd acts-with the man.
Remus blinked. “Oh, that’s right. The fireplace is broken, isn’t it?”
“I was wondering if I could stay with you tonight.” How had that managed to spew out of him? He’d meant to say something along the lines of, I was on my way to the room next door when I thought I heard something in the corner there, so I stopped to listen and see what it was. On second thought though, he was glad he hadn’t said that. It was such a terrible and obvious lie he was sure Remus would have been insulted he’d even tried it.
Remus was silent for a long moment. Harry had prepared himself for the worst by the time he spoke again.
“Of course you can, Harry. Can’t have you catching your death in your sleep, can we?” he said calmly, stepping aside to admit Harry into his room. Shocked, Harry didn’t move right away and Remus chuckled. “Have you frozen to that spot?”
Shaking himself, Harry scurried into the room before Remus could change his mind. The difference in temperature was immediate. The comfortable warmth of the room hit Harry like a snuggly brick wall and he hummed in approval as soon as Remus shut the door behind him, blocking off the draft from the hallway. So wrapped up in the banishing of his chills, he didn’t even notice Remus slip out of his house coat and climb back into his bed.
“Are you coming to bed, Harry?”
Harry’s eyes snapped open at the sound of the man’s voice. If he hadn’t known any better, he’d say it had sounded sultry. But that was silly. Remus didn’t do sultry, especially not with him.
“Uh, yeah…right. Of course. Just…defrosting. Sorry,” he mumbled, crossing the room to stand at the empty side of the bed. He hesitated. He’d never shared a bed with friend before, let alone with a man he was lusting after. Was there some sort of protocol? Would he mind if he was only wearing his underwear, or should he find some sleep pants?
“All right, Harry?”
There was that tone again. It definitely had a suggestive lilt to it; he wasn’t just imagining it. Harry glanced up at him for the first time since being permitted into the room. His mouth went dry. As far as he could tell, Remus was naked. He supposed the duvet could be covering up some very boring and unwelcoming pair of shorts, or even some sleep pants, but Harry’s mind quickly pushed all logical thought aside as his libido took over. All he could think about was the mostly naked Remus Lupin languidly sprawled across the center of the four-poster bed, smiling at him innocently.
“Harry?” Remus said again, tilting his head to the side questioningly.
Harry gulped. He’d already been half-hard. But when Remus said his name like that, he jumped to full attention. He struggled not to rub himself against the side of the mattress.
“Is it alright if I take off my robe?” he wasn’t sure what possessed him to ask. Surely he wouldn’t care as he was at least half-naked himself.
“Of course. It doesn’t bother you that I’m not wearing anything, does it?” he feigned concern, but he didn’t sound worried in the slightest. In fact, the man was nearly smirking, his eyes glittering.
Harry shook his head in response, not trusting his voice. He’d never been the sharpest tool in the shed when it came to reading body language, but even a blind man could see Remus was interested. He wasn’t sure what had gotten into the man, but he wasn’t complaining. He would take Remus however he could get him.
Clumsily, he began to pull at the tie on his robe. It was harder to untie than he ever remembered it being before, but he finally conquered it and let the garment fall to the floor. Remus had reclined back against his pillows to watch him. He seemed amused, but when Harry crawled onto and across the bed toward him, his face darkened and he went still.
Harry paused uncertainly for a moment before pressing the palm of his left hand against Remus’s belly and sliding it up the man’s torso, running his fingers through the curly hair gathered around his chest. Unsure what to think of the lack of reaction to the touch, Harry ignored it to continue touching. He’d already decided he wasn’t going to stop unless Remus said something. He brought the hand already touching him back down to where it’d started at his navel. His other hand joined it and he ran them both back up his body, being sure to rub firmly over his nipples. His cock twitched at the feel of the nubs hardening under his palms.
That got a reaction from the man. Remus leaned up, grabbed Harry by the hair roughly, and brought their lips together in a searing kiss. Startled, Harry’s elbows gave out and he ended up falling onto the man’s chest, vaguely wishing he’d taken his shirt off before getting in the bed. The problem was quickly seen to, though, when Remus yanked it up his body, nearly ripping it. Harry didn’t want to leave his mouth, but he wanted to feel their skin pressed together more, so he pulled back just long enough to tear the garment off and throw it to the side.
As the kiss resumed, a messy tangle of lips and tongues, Remus maneuvered Harry by his hips until he was straddling the man. The feel of his erection wedged up against his bum had Harry moaning into the man’s mouth and bearing down on the protuberance. Remus growled and his hips bucked up against him. He grabbed him by the waist and thrust teasingly along his clothed cleft, devouring Harry’s whimper.
The younger man pulled away from Remus’s mouth and sat up straight, rocking his hips in time with the werewolf’s thrusts. His head fell back, eyes closed, as he pushed the heel of his hand against the front of his tented shorts. Why was he still wearing clothes again? A needy whine spilled from him and before he knew what was happening, he was on his back, Remus hovering over him with a predatory gleam in his eyes that made Harry melt.
The werewolf pulled his pants off in a rush and didn’t hesitate to shove Harry’s legs apart and plant himself between them. Apparently he’d been as starkers as Harry’d imagined, and when he felt their cocks slid together wetly for the first time, he cried out, losing control of his hips and rearing up for more friction. Remus didn’t disappoint, setting a brutal but steady pace to their nearly violent frotting.
Harry reached up to clutch Remus’s head by his hair and wrench their mouths together again. The man’s tongue plunged into his mouth boldly, mimicking what Harry hoped he wanted to do with his prick. He sucked on the appendage, massaging the man’s scalp with his fingers and wrapping his legs around his waist. He was so close. He felt he should warn the man, but that would have required abandoning his mouth again, and he’d already done that twice. He wasn’t keen to do it again.
He was forced to anyway, when he came. He arched off the bed, head shoving back into the pillows as he spurted his release between their sweaty bodies. Remus didn’t miss a beat. He latched onto Harry’s exposed neck and never slowed the undulation of his hips. Delirious, Harry pawed at the man’s back, legs still locked around him. He began to whisper filthy encouragements into his ear. Come for me, baby. Cover me in your cream. I wanna feel it hot and wet on me. I’ll lick it clean. Every last drop. I wanna taste it. You wanna taste it in my mouth? It went on.
Remus groaned into his neck when he came, biting down on the bruise he’d no doubt left behind. His hips still moved sporadically as he emptied himself over Harry’s belly. Exhausted, he collapsed onto his back next to Harry, panting.
Mostly recovered, Harry rolled over half on top of his new lover and pushed his hair off his sweaty brow. “Where in Merlin’s name did that come from?” he asked, lazily tracing shapes around the man’s right nipple.
Remus chuckled. “I’ve wanted to do that for ages.”
Harry raised an inquiring eyebrow at him, but the man’s eyes were still closed in bliss. “Have you now?” he said out loud instead.
“Indeed,” was all he got in response.
“You never showed any interest before,” Harry pointed out.
He shrugged and reached for his wand on the bedside table to spell them clean again. “Neither did you.”
Harry admitted he had a point and moved on. “So does this mean we can do this again sometime?”
Remus laughed heartily and pushed him onto his back again. “Couldn’t beat me away with a stick. Dog with a bone and all that.”
Harry just laughed right along with him and allowed himself to be manhandled into comfortable sleeping position, finally warm and cozy for the night.