HAPPY BIRTHDAY MARY!!!!!!!
Title: Birthday Wish From Your Favourite Boys
Word count: 572
Rating: NC17
Characters: Sirius/Remus
Disclaimer: not mine
AN: For my one and only padawanewan whose birthday it is today.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY LOVE!!
BIRTHDAY WISH FROM YOUR FAVOURITE BOYS
Sirius looked over at Remus, an unusual expression on his face.
“What’s up?”
“Nothing, I’m just wondering.”
Remus sighed. When Sirius looked at him like that and wondered, it didn’t usually bode well for him.
“What Muggle device has you perplexed this time?”
“Not so much a Muggle device as a Muggle.”
This was different. “Yes?”
“She says it’s all been done.”
“Who and what? What are you talk..?”
“Ssshhhhh!”
Both men listened carefully.
“She’s talking about us. Apparently we’ve done everything. Nothing left to write about.”
“Good.” Remus put his feet up on the coffee table, “Peace at last.”
“It’s not that easy love. She wants to write something for padawanewan whose birthday it is today.”
“Why us? There are other ships you know. We are not the only OTP in the HP world.”
Sirius rolled his eyes. “Why would people who ship us want to read about Harry/Draco or Ron/Hermione?”
“Good point. And it’s all been written you say?”
Sirius nodded. “And before you ask, yes. Even the episode with the marmalade.”
“But that’s not fiction. How do these people know these intimate details?”
“No idea…”
“We haven’t really done everything.”
“According to them we have. And whether we have or not, if they say we have it becomes very hard to write anything new.”
“I’m sure there’s something…” Remus drifted off as he saw Sirius shaking his head.
“Not unless we want to go really perverted and…”
“I agree, let’s not go there.”
“I bet we haven’t been written as evil…”
Sirius nodded.
“We have?”
“The very two I’m talking about here do an excellent job. So excellent in fact that I’m wondering why we never made a play for the top job.”
“Am I brilliantly evil?”
“Love, you are…” Sirius pulled Remus up from his chair and into a tight embrace, “You torture with finesse, you have knives which you won’t even let me breathe on…”
“I’m smart then?”
Ignoring the obvious and not so subtle dig, Sirius continued. “Oh you are.” His lips met Remus’, the devouring kiss distracting them both for a moment. “You wear leather and you are so cool.”
Remus ground his hips into Sirius’. “And that turns you on?”
“Um…” Sirius swallowed and nodded. “I wear leather too.”
“I’m sure you do.” Remus nuzzled Sirius’ neck, “And I bet I love peeling it off you.”
“How do..?”
“Stands to reason. I love peeling denim off you. In fact…” Sirius’ jeans were unfastened and pushed down, “You’re…” a kiss and Remus’ warm hand wrapped around Sirius’ cock, “very easy to peel.”
Sirius unbuttoned Remus’ shirt, “Uh-huh, like a banana?”
Remus’ hand, sliding along Sirius’ cock, stopped.
Sirius groaned, “No! Don’t stop…”
Remus dropped to his knees and licked the length of the cock, his breath hot.
Sirius shivered.
“Much better than a banana…”
Sirius laughed. “Don’t you think before you start this, we should say Happy Birthday to padawanewan?”
“Are they still watching?”
“I hope so…”
“Honestly, some people just have no idea…” Remus mumbled. “You’d think they’d leave two blokes to do… well, you know.”
“She likes you best. Some would say ‘loves’.”
“A girl with discerning taste…” Remus stood. “Happy Birthday padawanewan. We both hope you have a lovely day with plenty of… you know.” He winked and dragged Sirius into the bedroom. “They can’t follow us in here.”
“Don’t you believe it… Oh yeah, keep going… who cares?”
Word count: 572
Rating: NC17
Characters: Sirius/Remus
Disclaimer: not mine
AN: For my one and only padawanewan whose birthday it is today.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY LOVE!!
BIRTHDAY WISH FROM YOUR FAVOURITE BOYS
Sirius looked over at Remus, an unusual expression on his face.
“What’s up?”
“Nothing, I’m just wondering.”
Remus sighed. When Sirius looked at him like that and wondered, it didn’t usually bode well for him.
“What Muggle device has you perplexed this time?”
“Not so much a Muggle device as a Muggle.”
This was different. “Yes?”
“She says it’s all been done.”
“Who and what? What are you talk..?”
“Ssshhhhh!”
Both men listened carefully.
“She’s talking about us. Apparently we’ve done everything. Nothing left to write about.”
“Good.” Remus put his feet up on the coffee table, “Peace at last.”
“It’s not that easy love. She wants to write something for padawanewan whose birthday it is today.”
“Why us? There are other ships you know. We are not the only OTP in the HP world.”
Sirius rolled his eyes. “Why would people who ship us want to read about Harry/Draco or Ron/Hermione?”
“Good point. And it’s all been written you say?”
Sirius nodded. “And before you ask, yes. Even the episode with the marmalade.”
“But that’s not fiction. How do these people know these intimate details?”
“No idea…”
“We haven’t really done everything.”
“According to them we have. And whether we have or not, if they say we have it becomes very hard to write anything new.”
“I’m sure there’s something…” Remus drifted off as he saw Sirius shaking his head.
“Not unless we want to go really perverted and…”
“I agree, let’s not go there.”
“I bet we haven’t been written as evil…”
Sirius nodded.
“We have?”
“The very two I’m talking about here do an excellent job. So excellent in fact that I’m wondering why we never made a play for the top job.”
“Am I brilliantly evil?”
“Love, you are…” Sirius pulled Remus up from his chair and into a tight embrace, “You torture with finesse, you have knives which you won’t even let me breathe on…”
“I’m smart then?”
Ignoring the obvious and not so subtle dig, Sirius continued. “Oh you are.” His lips met Remus’, the devouring kiss distracting them both for a moment. “You wear leather and you are so cool.”
Remus ground his hips into Sirius’. “And that turns you on?”
“Um…” Sirius swallowed and nodded. “I wear leather too.”
“I’m sure you do.” Remus nuzzled Sirius’ neck, “And I bet I love peeling it off you.”
“How do..?”
“Stands to reason. I love peeling denim off you. In fact…” Sirius’ jeans were unfastened and pushed down, “You’re…” a kiss and Remus’ warm hand wrapped around Sirius’ cock, “very easy to peel.”
Sirius unbuttoned Remus’ shirt, “Uh-huh, like a banana?”
Remus’ hand, sliding along Sirius’ cock, stopped.
Sirius groaned, “No! Don’t stop…”
Remus dropped to his knees and licked the length of the cock, his breath hot.
Sirius shivered.
“Much better than a banana…”
Sirius laughed. “Don’t you think before you start this, we should say Happy Birthday to padawanewan?”
“Are they still watching?”
“I hope so…”
“Honestly, some people just have no idea…” Remus mumbled. “You’d think they’d leave two blokes to do… well, you know.”
“She likes you best. Some would say ‘loves’.”
“A girl with discerning taste…” Remus stood. “Happy Birthday padawanewan. We both hope you have a lovely day with plenty of… you know.” He winked and dragged Sirius into the bedroom. “They can’t follow us in here.”
“Don’t you believe it… Oh yeah, keep going… who cares?”