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Well, I said I'd catch up with the back log and the puppies wanted sex, who am I to deny them ;-) ? so here's Day 4 of dogdaysofsummer prompt - melted ice-cream
Title: Cherry Red Spots on Black and White Tiles
Author: Lolita_Stardust
Pairing: come on now... :-)
Rating: R
Summary: It's hot, it's sticky, Remus's Ice lolly is melting and Sirius is hungry...
Day 4 - Cherry Red Spots on Black and White Tiles
Plink, plink…plink, p-plink
Remus watches as the lolly melts, drip by drip, cherry red spots on black and white tiles. The breeze from the window hardly stirs the hair stuck to his forehead with sweat, and every so often a pink tongue darts out and catches the sticky sweet drops.
***
Flopped on his stomach, chewing the stick of his own lolly (finished a good 5 minutes ago in a flurry of voracious licks, sucks, slurps), Sirius watches from the other side of the kitchen, eyes narrowed, bottom lip twitching reflexively, wanting to catch the drops, suck them from Remus’s own lip (pouting and cracked from the heat and dyed Lolita-esque red from the aramanth colouring in the cherry flavoured ices). He watches, and tenses, and waits.
***
Remus’s eyes are focused entirely on the melting ice, the better to avoid thinking about the heat, the stickiness, the partially-dressed-glowing-with-sweat-smoldering-like a-like a-jesus best friend that was lying hot and flustered and predatory not five feet away. He lifts a finger and diverts the drips, watches them trickle slowly down his finger, forming tributaries on his hand, tracing the veins of his wrist, then dripping to the floor anyway -
plink, plink…plinkplink
He imagines Sirius licking away the sticky red trail on his right hand and gets half a degree hotter.
***
He watches as Remus (surely on purpose, surely he must know what he looks like) makes the ice dribble down his finger, hand, wrist (God, his wrist! Pale and rice-paper delicate and eminently kissable) and wonders what would happen if he crawled over and licked the sticky residue away. He shifts slightly - lying on his stomach is suddenly rather uncomfortable.
***
The lolly is melting faster now - almost half gone, and Remus is obliged to catch an entire chunk of slush on his tongue. He swallows and sees in the corner of his eye, Sirius shifting onto his hands and knees, almost as if to pounce. Hastily averts his gaze, palms clammy as they wrap around his knee and the lolly stick.
plink, plinkplink, plink….plunk
He starts at the change in timbre and is horrified and terrifyingly excited to find the drops now landing on the pale and tanned (how!? How could he tan and still stay alabaster white!?) right shoulder blade of Sirius Black, his bestest most best friend (friend remember he’s your friend, remember he’s your friend…) who was now half a centimetre too close for comfort, killing Platonic with every millimetre that he leant forward and opened his mouth and wetted his lips and….
***
Hot and dry and cold and sticky, sugary sweet with artificial cherry flavours that Sirius was allergic to and made him hyperactive and dangerously impulsive. Sirius closed his eyes and deepened the kiss, tasting, feeling, exploring. His hands went in from both sides - a double pronged attack - smoothing back streaked golden hair from a sticky freckled forehead on the left, retrieving the remnants of the lolly on the right. He felt a hand judder stickily down his back and rest in the hollow base of his spine and laughed as he wedged the last sticky mess of melted scarlet ice and chewed wood into the gap between their mouths and tongued the hotcold slush from him to Remus and back again, dropped the stick so his hand could catch a last bit of ice bent on escape down Remus’s chin, then broke the kiss and looked up into adorably, fuckably surprised and terrified brown eyes.
“it’s too hot in here - we need to cool off”
And with a grin his father had called roguish and his housemistress had called demonic he was on his feet and out of the kitchen.
***
Remus’s brain was twitching, synapses firing off beginnings of thoughts, emotions instincts to run, kiss, back, laugh, cry, flee - a thousand disjointed reactions to the Most Unexpected Behaviour of Sirius Black. But his body was plunging blithely ahead, clearly beyond waiting for any sort of rational instruction from his brain and before he really knew where, how, whatwhy was happening, his tongue was tangled round Sirius’s, which was sharp from the lemon ice-lolly he’d wolfed down and twisted into corners of Remus’s mouth even he hadn’t known existed. He felt his hand (traitorous hand with the independence to move itself I never told it to do thatInevertolditto-) slide down Sirius’s back, sticking periodically with the remains of the cherry ice, as sophisticated as a Nabokovian nymphet (really smooth Lupin, he’ll definitely fancy you now…) and settle perilously close to the waistband of immaculate, perfect black clinging boxers.
He felt, rather than heard, the start of what he privately called Maniacal Laugh of Sirius Black, Mark 2, then shuddered as cherry flavoured ice/spit flooded his mouth and the lolly stick almost choked him. then as suddenly as it had happened, there were eyes. Maddened, tiny-pupiled, grey-green eyes and some mumbled words he couldn’t quite muster the brain power to listen to.
Then he was gone, the silence left in his wake louder somehow than the roar of his presence. As fractured butterflies of LupinBrain tiptoed back from out of their hiding places ( and thankyou for staying and helping, brain), he heard the sound of the bathtaps running and a slightly higher-more-nervous-than-usual Mooooooony and laughed in spite of himself as he staggered to his feet and headed for the bathroom…
P.S cross-posted to remusxsirius as well as dogdaysofsummer. sorry if you get this multiple times :-)
Title: Cherry Red Spots on Black and White Tiles
Author: Lolita_Stardust
Pairing: come on now... :-)
Rating: R
Summary: It's hot, it's sticky, Remus's Ice lolly is melting and Sirius is hungry...
Day 4 - Cherry Red Spots on Black and White Tiles
Plink, plink…plink, p-plink
Remus watches as the lolly melts, drip by drip, cherry red spots on black and white tiles. The breeze from the window hardly stirs the hair stuck to his forehead with sweat, and every so often a pink tongue darts out and catches the sticky sweet drops.
***
Flopped on his stomach, chewing the stick of his own lolly (finished a good 5 minutes ago in a flurry of voracious licks, sucks, slurps), Sirius watches from the other side of the kitchen, eyes narrowed, bottom lip twitching reflexively, wanting to catch the drops, suck them from Remus’s own lip (pouting and cracked from the heat and dyed Lolita-esque red from the aramanth colouring in the cherry flavoured ices). He watches, and tenses, and waits.
***
Remus’s eyes are focused entirely on the melting ice, the better to avoid thinking about the heat, the stickiness, the partially-dressed-glowing-with-sweat-smoldering-like a-like a-jesus best friend that was lying hot and flustered and predatory not five feet away. He lifts a finger and diverts the drips, watches them trickle slowly down his finger, forming tributaries on his hand, tracing the veins of his wrist, then dripping to the floor anyway -
plink, plink…plinkplink
He imagines Sirius licking away the sticky red trail on his right hand and gets half a degree hotter.
***
He watches as Remus (surely on purpose, surely he must know what he looks like) makes the ice dribble down his finger, hand, wrist (God, his wrist! Pale and rice-paper delicate and eminently kissable) and wonders what would happen if he crawled over and licked the sticky residue away. He shifts slightly - lying on his stomach is suddenly rather uncomfortable.
***
The lolly is melting faster now - almost half gone, and Remus is obliged to catch an entire chunk of slush on his tongue. He swallows and sees in the corner of his eye, Sirius shifting onto his hands and knees, almost as if to pounce. Hastily averts his gaze, palms clammy as they wrap around his knee and the lolly stick.
plink, plinkplink, plink….plunk
He starts at the change in timbre and is horrified and terrifyingly excited to find the drops now landing on the pale and tanned (how!? How could he tan and still stay alabaster white!?) right shoulder blade of Sirius Black, his bestest most best friend (friend remember he’s your friend, remember he’s your friend…) who was now half a centimetre too close for comfort, killing Platonic with every millimetre that he leant forward and opened his mouth and wetted his lips and….
***
Hot and dry and cold and sticky, sugary sweet with artificial cherry flavours that Sirius was allergic to and made him hyperactive and dangerously impulsive. Sirius closed his eyes and deepened the kiss, tasting, feeling, exploring. His hands went in from both sides - a double pronged attack - smoothing back streaked golden hair from a sticky freckled forehead on the left, retrieving the remnants of the lolly on the right. He felt a hand judder stickily down his back and rest in the hollow base of his spine and laughed as he wedged the last sticky mess of melted scarlet ice and chewed wood into the gap between their mouths and tongued the hotcold slush from him to Remus and back again, dropped the stick so his hand could catch a last bit of ice bent on escape down Remus’s chin, then broke the kiss and looked up into adorably, fuckably surprised and terrified brown eyes.
“it’s too hot in here - we need to cool off”
And with a grin his father had called roguish and his housemistress had called demonic he was on his feet and out of the kitchen.
***
Remus’s brain was twitching, synapses firing off beginnings of thoughts, emotions instincts to run, kiss, back, laugh, cry, flee - a thousand disjointed reactions to the Most Unexpected Behaviour of Sirius Black. But his body was plunging blithely ahead, clearly beyond waiting for any sort of rational instruction from his brain and before he really knew where, how, whatwhy was happening, his tongue was tangled round Sirius’s, which was sharp from the lemon ice-lolly he’d wolfed down and twisted into corners of Remus’s mouth even he hadn’t known existed. He felt his hand (traitorous hand with the independence to move itself I never told it to do thatInevertolditto-) slide down Sirius’s back, sticking periodically with the remains of the cherry ice, as sophisticated as a Nabokovian nymphet (really smooth Lupin, he’ll definitely fancy you now…) and settle perilously close to the waistband of immaculate, perfect black clinging boxers.
He felt, rather than heard, the start of what he privately called Maniacal Laugh of Sirius Black, Mark 2, then shuddered as cherry flavoured ice/spit flooded his mouth and the lolly stick almost choked him. then as suddenly as it had happened, there were eyes. Maddened, tiny-pupiled, grey-green eyes and some mumbled words he couldn’t quite muster the brain power to listen to.
Then he was gone, the silence left in his wake louder somehow than the roar of his presence. As fractured butterflies of LupinBrain tiptoed back from out of their hiding places ( and thankyou for staying and helping, brain), he heard the sound of the bathtaps running and a slightly higher-more-nervous-than-usual Mooooooony and laughed in spite of himself as he staggered to his feet and headed for the bathroom…
P.S cross-posted to remusxsirius as well as dogdaysofsummer. sorry if you get this multiple times :-)