Bonus Fic: Where It Started for ohkaye
Title: Where it Started
Author/Artist: mindabbles
Recipient: ohkaye
Rating: NC-17
Contents or warnings (highlight to view): *non-linear timeline, some light smut, frosting. Should I admit that until I saw your prompt from last year, I didn't know what "frosting" was?
*
Word count: 1,220
Summary: A first kiss with the bloke you've fancied since you were fifteen is a bloody brilliant way to ring in the New Year.
Notes: ohkaye, thank you so much for pitching in this year. We so appreciate it. Here is a wee thank you gifty, based on your prompt from last year. I hope you enjoy it. Thank you to elizassecret for the beta.
A first kiss with the bloke you've fancied since you were fifteen is a bloody brilliant way to ring in the New Year. This is even better.
*
Remus is stretched out on this back. His arms are thrown out to the sides as if he's surrendering, only the intensity rolling off him in waves is anything but surrender.
Sirius crawls up the bed. His hands are on either side of Remus' body. When he leans his weight on his arms, he realises he's trembling. He presses his lips to the soft skin of Remus' belly, trails his hand over Remus' hip and leans to press an open-mouthed kiss to the sharp angle of Remus' hip bone.
"Merlin, Padfoot," Remus gasps, and Sirius can feel the low, rumbling laugh in his cheek where it rests against Remus' stomach. Remus' wraps his hands around Sirius' arms and he hauls him up and into a kiss. Sirius settles on top of Remus, opening to his kiss and rolling his hips to slide their hard cocks together.
He's dizzy with desire and if he weren't acutely aware of every inch of his skin, he'd think he was dreaming. He never imagined that one kiss could lead to the slow, careful way that Remus is taking him apart bit by bit. All evening, ever since they tumbled through his Floo and into his flat, a tangle of limbs and kisses, the haze of lust has been overlaid with a veil of surprise.
*
This, here on Sirius' bed, with Remus hard and ready in front of him, is not of course, where it started.
*
Remus is standing in the garden in front of Mrs Potter's half-frozen winter roses. He's staring up at the sky. His breath rises in clouds over his head. It's nearly midnight and the moon is waxing, a time for new things. Sirius has hopes for new things that require Remus to be within arms length at the very furthest.
"Hey," Sirius says.
Remus looks back at him, over his shoulder, and smiles. Sirius catches his breath. He's suddenly and stupidly nervous at a simple smile he's seen a million times.
"Hey."
"You hiding out here on your own for midnight?"
"I've the only bottle of whisky right here," Remus says. "Knew you'd be out sooner or later."
"Did you?" Sirius asks. He wiggles his toes in his boots and the snow crunches underfoot.
"Well," Remus says. He lifts the bottle and gestures toward Sirius with it, the amber liquid glinting in the moonlight. "It may be that I hoped you'd be after something stronger than champagne."
The hair at the back of Sirius' neck stands on end. Something warm and hopeful slides neatly into place-Remus' sideways glances and nearly-flirtatious comments, the knowledge that made Sirius fasten the black collar around his neck as he was dressing earlier this evening.
"I'm after something, anyway," Sirius says. His heart pounds in his chest.
Remus grins. "It's nearly midnight," he says. Remus steps closer and his knee bumps Sirius'.
Sirius pulls the frigid air into his nose. He can hardly breathe. Remus tilts his head and an uncertain look crosses his face. Sirius should have kissed him right away. He slides his arms around Remus' waist and Remus inhales sharply. Remus leans into Sirius' body and his head settles on Sirius' shoulder. Sirius wraps his arms around Remus and splays his hand on Remus' back.
"Moony," he says.
Remus moves and he's kissing Sirius. The warmth from Remus' lips spreads all through Sirius' body. Remus' fingers thread through Sirius' hair and pull him back from the kiss. Sirius gasps and the night air is suddenly cold on his lips.
Remus hooks his finger under the collar and tugs, "I think, if I'm not mistaken, you've an empty flat."
*
To back up a bit, it probably started last week at the Leaky Cauldron.
*
Sirius ran his finger over the leather collar. He didn't usually wear it out. Something had made him leave it on when he saw how it looked just over the neck of his tee-shirt earlier. Now he realised that was an inspired move.
Remus couldn't take his eyes of it. Or rather, he couldn't take his eyes off Caradoc Dearborn who couldn't take his eyes off the collar, either.
"So, Black," Caradoc said, smiling in the way that usually had blokes following him to the gent's. "You busy later?"
Remus was next to him instantly. His hand clamped on Sirius' shoulder and he said, "Prongs is waiting for us," all the while looking directly at Dearborn.
Sirius was hard in a heartbeat.
*
Although, being honest and really looking back, it started when they were fifteen and Remus came back from summer holidays taller and broader with a smattering of freckles across his nose. That's when Sirius first noticed a look of something that made his stomach twist whenever Remus thought he wasn't looking. What Remus didn't know was that, from then on, he was always looking.
*
Remus' hand slips up Sirius' back. He works his finger under the collar and tugs just enough so Sirius can feel it.
"I love it when you wear this," he whispers.
Sirius groans and pushes back, meeting Remus' thrusts as he fucks him. His pace is languid and slow and Sirius' muscles are trembling. Sirius drops to his elbows and Remus pushes in harder. Sirius grabs his own cock and comes almost before he finishes one stroke.
"Moony, fuck," he gasps.
"So gorgeous," Remus growls. "Want to see..."
Sirius presses his cheek to the bed and Remus pulls out. Sirius shudders with the sensation of Remus' cock dragging over his sensitive muscles.
"Padfoot," he moans. Sirius can hear the slip and slide of Remus' hand on his cock. He wants to watch, but his muscles have turned to jelly and Remus' hand is firm in the centre of his back. Remus lets out a long, low moan and Sirius feels him come, hot and wet, all over his arse. "So fucking gorgeous," Remus says, his hands smoothing over Sirius' slippery cheeks.
Remus slides down onto the bed and settles on top of Sirius, his head resting in the crook of Sirius' neck. Sirius turns his head so he can feel Remus' cheek on his and Remus runs his hands up Sirius' out-stretched arms and threads his fingers through Sirius'.
"Never knew you were such a filthy bugger," Sirius says, breathless and laughing. A feeling of satisfied delight spreads to his toes.
Remus turns on his side and pulls Sirius with him. Sirius turns in his arms and kisses him.
"You're the one who's filthy," Remus says, caressing Sirius' arse.
"Mm," Sirius sighs. "I could use a shower." Although, the last thing in the world he wants to do is pull himself out of this warm bed and Remus' embrace.
"Later," Remus says. He leans and pulls Sirius' collar between his teeth. "You should always wear this," he mutters against Sirius' neck.
Two things occur to Sirius in that moment. First, he thinks he just might always wear it from now on. Second, it was Remus who gave him the collar with they were sixteen. It's more than slightly possible that he's been planning this all this time.
Author/Artist: mindabbles
Recipient: ohkaye
Rating: NC-17
Contents or warnings (highlight to view): *non-linear timeline, some light smut, frosting. Should I admit that until I saw your prompt from last year, I didn't know what "frosting" was?
*
Word count: 1,220
Summary: A first kiss with the bloke you've fancied since you were fifteen is a bloody brilliant way to ring in the New Year.
Notes: ohkaye, thank you so much for pitching in this year. We so appreciate it. Here is a wee thank you gifty, based on your prompt from last year. I hope you enjoy it. Thank you to elizassecret for the beta.
A first kiss with the bloke you've fancied since you were fifteen is a bloody brilliant way to ring in the New Year. This is even better.
*
Remus is stretched out on this back. His arms are thrown out to the sides as if he's surrendering, only the intensity rolling off him in waves is anything but surrender.
Sirius crawls up the bed. His hands are on either side of Remus' body. When he leans his weight on his arms, he realises he's trembling. He presses his lips to the soft skin of Remus' belly, trails his hand over Remus' hip and leans to press an open-mouthed kiss to the sharp angle of Remus' hip bone.
"Merlin, Padfoot," Remus gasps, and Sirius can feel the low, rumbling laugh in his cheek where it rests against Remus' stomach. Remus' wraps his hands around Sirius' arms and he hauls him up and into a kiss. Sirius settles on top of Remus, opening to his kiss and rolling his hips to slide their hard cocks together.
He's dizzy with desire and if he weren't acutely aware of every inch of his skin, he'd think he was dreaming. He never imagined that one kiss could lead to the slow, careful way that Remus is taking him apart bit by bit. All evening, ever since they tumbled through his Floo and into his flat, a tangle of limbs and kisses, the haze of lust has been overlaid with a veil of surprise.
*
This, here on Sirius' bed, with Remus hard and ready in front of him, is not of course, where it started.
*
Remus is standing in the garden in front of Mrs Potter's half-frozen winter roses. He's staring up at the sky. His breath rises in clouds over his head. It's nearly midnight and the moon is waxing, a time for new things. Sirius has hopes for new things that require Remus to be within arms length at the very furthest.
"Hey," Sirius says.
Remus looks back at him, over his shoulder, and smiles. Sirius catches his breath. He's suddenly and stupidly nervous at a simple smile he's seen a million times.
"Hey."
"You hiding out here on your own for midnight?"
"I've the only bottle of whisky right here," Remus says. "Knew you'd be out sooner or later."
"Did you?" Sirius asks. He wiggles his toes in his boots and the snow crunches underfoot.
"Well," Remus says. He lifts the bottle and gestures toward Sirius with it, the amber liquid glinting in the moonlight. "It may be that I hoped you'd be after something stronger than champagne."
The hair at the back of Sirius' neck stands on end. Something warm and hopeful slides neatly into place-Remus' sideways glances and nearly-flirtatious comments, the knowledge that made Sirius fasten the black collar around his neck as he was dressing earlier this evening.
"I'm after something, anyway," Sirius says. His heart pounds in his chest.
Remus grins. "It's nearly midnight," he says. Remus steps closer and his knee bumps Sirius'.
Sirius pulls the frigid air into his nose. He can hardly breathe. Remus tilts his head and an uncertain look crosses his face. Sirius should have kissed him right away. He slides his arms around Remus' waist and Remus inhales sharply. Remus leans into Sirius' body and his head settles on Sirius' shoulder. Sirius wraps his arms around Remus and splays his hand on Remus' back.
"Moony," he says.
Remus moves and he's kissing Sirius. The warmth from Remus' lips spreads all through Sirius' body. Remus' fingers thread through Sirius' hair and pull him back from the kiss. Sirius gasps and the night air is suddenly cold on his lips.
Remus hooks his finger under the collar and tugs, "I think, if I'm not mistaken, you've an empty flat."
*
To back up a bit, it probably started last week at the Leaky Cauldron.
*
Sirius ran his finger over the leather collar. He didn't usually wear it out. Something had made him leave it on when he saw how it looked just over the neck of his tee-shirt earlier. Now he realised that was an inspired move.
Remus couldn't take his eyes of it. Or rather, he couldn't take his eyes off Caradoc Dearborn who couldn't take his eyes off the collar, either.
"So, Black," Caradoc said, smiling in the way that usually had blokes following him to the gent's. "You busy later?"
Remus was next to him instantly. His hand clamped on Sirius' shoulder and he said, "Prongs is waiting for us," all the while looking directly at Dearborn.
Sirius was hard in a heartbeat.
*
Although, being honest and really looking back, it started when they were fifteen and Remus came back from summer holidays taller and broader with a smattering of freckles across his nose. That's when Sirius first noticed a look of something that made his stomach twist whenever Remus thought he wasn't looking. What Remus didn't know was that, from then on, he was always looking.
*
Remus' hand slips up Sirius' back. He works his finger under the collar and tugs just enough so Sirius can feel it.
"I love it when you wear this," he whispers.
Sirius groans and pushes back, meeting Remus' thrusts as he fucks him. His pace is languid and slow and Sirius' muscles are trembling. Sirius drops to his elbows and Remus pushes in harder. Sirius grabs his own cock and comes almost before he finishes one stroke.
"Moony, fuck," he gasps.
"So gorgeous," Remus growls. "Want to see..."
Sirius presses his cheek to the bed and Remus pulls out. Sirius shudders with the sensation of Remus' cock dragging over his sensitive muscles.
"Padfoot," he moans. Sirius can hear the slip and slide of Remus' hand on his cock. He wants to watch, but his muscles have turned to jelly and Remus' hand is firm in the centre of his back. Remus lets out a long, low moan and Sirius feels him come, hot and wet, all over his arse. "So fucking gorgeous," Remus says, his hands smoothing over Sirius' slippery cheeks.
Remus slides down onto the bed and settles on top of Sirius, his head resting in the crook of Sirius' neck. Sirius turns his head so he can feel Remus' cheek on his and Remus runs his hands up Sirius' out-stretched arms and threads his fingers through Sirius'.
"Never knew you were such a filthy bugger," Sirius says, breathless and laughing. A feeling of satisfied delight spreads to his toes.
Remus turns on his side and pulls Sirius with him. Sirius turns in his arms and kisses him.
"You're the one who's filthy," Remus says, caressing Sirius' arse.
"Mm," Sirius sighs. "I could use a shower." Although, the last thing in the world he wants to do is pull himself out of this warm bed and Remus' embrace.
"Later," Remus says. He leans and pulls Sirius' collar between his teeth. "You should always wear this," he mutters against Sirius' neck.
Two things occur to Sirius in that moment. First, he thinks he just might always wear it from now on. Second, it was Remus who gave him the collar with they were sixteen. It's more than slightly possible that he's been planning this all this time.