Fic: "Collection Development," Sirius/Remus; R
Title: Collection Development
Author: sethkyne_blue
Pairing: R/S (natch!)
Rating: R. Surprisingly not as smutty as I thought it would be when I first started writing!
Word count: 701
Summary: Sirius loses a bet; Remus won’t let him welch.A/N: For the drabble challenge 1001 Places Remus and Sirius Defiled Hogwarts in Many Interesting and Complicated Ways. A Comedy. But it's not a drabble, so I'm posting to the whole list and x-posting to my own journal! Not Beta-ed, but furiously spellchecked.
Remus smirked. It was an expression that felt foreign even as it quirked his upper lip. “All right?”
Sirius grumbled something barely audible having to do with “sodding bloody dust.”
“Now, Padfoot.” Remus crossed his arms at his chest, looking firmly down his nose at Sirius. “I can’t help it if you lost the bet. Let’s go.”
Sirius glared irritably from under a fall of black hair as he loosened his tie and bent to undo the buttons on his shirt. “If I ever find out that you cheated-”
“Poker is a Gentleman’s game, Padfoot. And being as you are about as far removed from that category as can be possible-”
Sirius paused again in his undressing, his lip curling invitingly into a sneer.
God, he’s bloody sexy when he’s angry. Remus felt his cheeks flush, but quickly composed himself. “Carry on. We’ll never get to the good part if you insist on being petulant.”
“I’m not being bloody…petulant.” Sirius scowled darkly, his lower lip poking out just slightly.
Remus pushed back a smile, before it had quite formed. “All right, all right. You’re not. But come on. I want to see that lovely skin. That’s right.”
Sirius’ shirt fell open, exposing a long line of smooth, tanned chest and stomach. He rolled his right shoulder as he began sliding the shirt off completely.
“Second thought-leave on the shirt.”
Sirius’ look was questioning.
“Trousers off, but leave the shirt.” Remus started towards Sirius, eyes following the flex of Sirius’ chest and arms. “And leave the tie,” he added in a quick afterthought.
Sirius’ face split into a lecherous grin. “You are a kinky git, eh?”
Remus leaned into the other boy’s body, bracing his hands on the bookshelves behind him. “I was my idea to fuck about in the Restricted Section, so I would think that’s a well-established fact all ready.”
A low laughed rolled from Sirius’ throat, only to turn into a hushed growl as Remus tugged up on the waistband of Sirius’ trousers.
“I thought I said ‘trousers off’,” he whispered into Sirius’ hair.
There was flurry of movement and a soft thunk as trousers and belt hit the floor.
Remus chuckled. “It’s always so bloody convenient when you go commando. Turn around, love.”
Sirius raised his eyebrows, but did as he was told, shuffling in his dropped trousers. “So,” he said in a chatty tone, “do you want me to admit to all the overdue fines I’ve accrued over the years and beg for your-Oh fuck.”
“No need,” Remus hissed as he fisted Sirius’ cock roughly. “But do mind the noise; this is a library after all.”
Sirius moaned loudly as Remus’ hand sped on, his other hand coming up to pinch one of Sirius’ nipples.
“Oh really-that won’t do,” Remus said reflectively. “Turn around again, love. Don’t want you messing up the very expensive books, anyway.”
Sirius turned, his legs wobbly, his cheeks and throat very flushed.
“By Merlin, you’re lovely,” Remus breathed. “Now,” be began, dropping to his knees, “cover your mouth or I’ll have to start taking House points.”
Biting down soundly on his knuckles, Sirius’ eyes went hazy with desire.
Remus leaned carefully forward and slowly took Sirius into his mouth, laughing inside at the muffled sounds issuing from above.
Sirius came in short order with a frantic pumping of his hips, strings of expletives stopped up by his hand.
“Now, I think,” Remus said, hands going to his own belt, “we might find better employment for that noisy mouth of yours. Mr. Black?”
Sirius flashed sparkling teeth and dropped to the floor with a flip of his shaggy head. “So this is why you want to be a librarian, eh? Smut in the stacks? Frottage among the folios? Blowjobs between the-”
“Shut up and get to work, you lazy prat.”
Sirius, as ever, did not disappoint.
“And do you feel any better about books now?” Remus asked as they sat in a tangled lump on the chilly floor.
Sirius sniffed experimentally at the musty air and sneezed. “Reckon I don’t, Moony-love, but I wouldn’t mind coming to the library more often if we did this instead of studying.”