Fic: Our Mutual Friend, Remus/Sirius/James, NC17
Finally.
Title: Our Mutual Friend
Pairing: Remus/Sirius/James
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: James is trying to forget that-thing-that-never-happened (that definitely didn't happen last week) but Sirius insists on continually mentioning it. Because he wants to do it again...
Author notes: This is a sequel to My Beautiful Friend, though being that it's mainly porn, you don't have to have read that one to understand this. The little paper notes were scoradh's idea. Yes, notes, so dial-uppers beware of pictures loading. This is for _emeraldgreen's birthday because she's lovely and kinky. Yes, it's very late. Sorry.x
Our Mutual Friend
It had become a general rule amongst the Hogwarts professors that in almost all lessons James, Sirius, Remus and Peter weren't allowed to sit together. Of course, they were all a bit bitter about it, but James was quite happy with it right now. For some reason. Nothing important, just that it was nice to be able to sit behind Remus in Potions, behind and a little to the left. It gave him a good view. Not that he was staring or anything, he just liked to see Remus looking so cheerful, that was all. Remus all smiling and contented as he took notes, head bowed, the smooth curve of his neck as he bent over his work. The careful, almost beautiful arch of his wrist as his quill moved in the swift, neat curls of his precise handwriting. The relaxed way he held his narrow shoulders that was strangely alluring. The slip of wet tongue as he licked his too-dark, pouted-yet-still-boyish, reddened lips while he paused for thought, sometimes dusting the even point of his pert chin with the feather of his quill.
James was just watching, a bit. There was nothing strange about it.
Right on the edge of James' hearing there was a soft cough, and he easily recognised it as Sirius' unsubtle 'attention, please' cough. He turned slightly and Sirius raised one mocking eyebrow at him. James blushed and frowned, turning quickly away again.
There was no reason for Sirius to spend quite so much of his time inferring that James was behaving strangely in any way, or for Sirius to suggest that James just happening to glance at Remus occasionally was some sort of after-effect of that-thing-that-never-happened. Because it wasn't, and nothing had happened. And James never thought about it, or Remus, in the dark hours of the night, under cover of a imperturbable charm. And even if he did, it was none of Sirius' business. If Sirius took immense pride in his own status as a hideous, sick, sick pervert, then that was up to him, but James wasn't going to join him.
James swivelled back to glare at Sirius, just a general sort of glare, because the boy was such an idiot. Sirius nudged his head in Remus' direction and rolled his eyes. Glancing back, James saw that Remus had just tossed his head and was now smoothing his soft brown hair back from his face rather pedantically. He felt a flash of irritation at that. Ever since that-thing-that-never-happened, Remus had been a little too confident of himself, perhaps. Just a bit too… full of himself. His voice when he talked to James or Sirius held a distinct note of amusement, of superiority and dominance. James winced internally at the word 'dominance' and stifled a flash of something warm that surged briefly, low in his belly.
He ripped a corner from his parchment and scribbled a quick note.
A quick swish and flick and he levitated it off the desk, then directed it down to the ground and let it skim along, an inch or two off the floor, until he let it jump up into Sirius' waiting hand.
Yes, Remus couldn't get any smugger, he thought, waiting for Sirius' reply and watching the over-confident way Remus straightened up in his chair and wiggled his shoulders arrogantly. There was no good reason for Remus' sudden change in personality, just because two of Remus' friends happened to have-
James stopped that thought there, attempting instead to concentrate on Slughorn's lecture. He wrote half a sentence about Euphoria Elixirs on his parchment but got bored and then reached out for the slip of paper that Sirius had levitated under the hem of James' robes, which was now scratching irritably at his ankle.
James almost snorted aloud, and quickly wrote a reply.
He sniggered to himself as he floated that one over and covertly watched Sirius' face as his friend read the note. Yes, pissing off Sirius was an excellent way of distracting himself from Remus. He turned back to the front of the class, grinning.
Sirius' reply was soon scritching uncomfortably at his ankle, trying to worm its way into his sock. He snatched it away, though his attention was temporarily caught by Remus, because Remus had just gathered up a lock of his silky, pale hair and was beginning to suck and chew on it; delicate, appealing movements of lips and teeth and tongue.
James shook his head and peered at the slip of red parchment just as another piece began to tickle him for his attention.
And the second note was even worse:
James froze, not wanting to be reminded of such things, and all too aware of the blush that was staining his cheeks. He scribbled a hasty reply, hand shaking.
He was shaking with shock and nerves of course, nothing else, shock that Sirius was stupid enough to remember that, and want to remember it, and bloody write it down so that it was definitely true and anyone could see it.
Payback. James relaxed a little, giving Sirius a brief, intrigued look, before writing out his reply:
Yes, they should make Remus pay for it, James thought, his body limp with relief.
James was always aware that Sirius frequently just wasn't on the same page as everyone else, and in fact was quite often halfway through a different book altogether, but this was…
He sat and gawped at the note, before glancing up at Remus. James forgot the denial momentarily and suddenly found himself imagining Remus' narrow wrists bound tightly to the bedposts with rough lengths of rope, the white skin of his bare chest heaving, trembling, as he lay spread and waiting in front of James, nervous, excited, and waiting for whatever James wanted to do to him.
Feeling a little dizzy with the image of it, James reached for Sirius' next note in a daze.
James tried desperately not to wriggle in his chair. He felt all the lies and denial really starting to unravel, as he stared hard at the line of Remus' pale jaw, watching Remus trail his quill along it; clearly knowing, enjoying that he was being watched.
That Remus Lupin really did need to be taught who was boss. Really.
He avoided Sirius' eyes, firmly facing the front of the room, because they were getting into secret territory now, the feelings James rarely admitted to having. James tried to be casual and subtle about it, but failed, probably.
He grinned at the next note, because they were back to fighting over Remus again, which was easy. Easiest, maybe, because Remus liked them both equally, or rather, that he just liked both of them. James grinned and wrote back.
James' heart skipped a beat as he read Sirius' next note:
Planning sounded far too real. If there was a plan, then the plan would quite likely have to include what would happen if the plan was successful.
Remus rolled his head back a little, rubbing at his neck.
If we kidnap him and tie him up, the successful plan will involve the three of us actually-
James scribbled the next note and floated it to Sirius before his brain could kick in and stop him.
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James edged carefully through the door of the charms cupboard, checking the coast was clear and then closing it as softly as possible. 'Si-'
He was thrust immediately against the wall and a rather damp pair of lips closed over his own.
'Siriu-' he tried to protest, thrashing his arms and trying to kick.
'Shut up, James,' Sirius hissed, voice muffled against James' lips. 'It's been a whole week.'
James wriggled, trying to fight Sirius' tongue out of his mouth. 'That doesn't mean-'
'I've spent all morning thinking-' Sirius groaned, pushing his hips and, yes, his erection, uncomfortably into James. 'Thinking about Remus and, and what we're going to do to him, and-'
'What are we going to do to him?' James asked desperately, though he was aware that such a discussion might not be the best distraction technique.
'Well,' Sirius said, pulling off slightly. 'We'll grab him, and blindfold him, and tie him to the bed.' Sirius was breathing worryingly heavily. 'And then we undress him, and-' Sirius trailed off, either unsure or lost in his own imagination.
James sighed as Sirius quieted. He leant back into the wall and let his eyes close. Yes, he could see it: Remus would be waiting there, all tense and excited, and then they could both do whatever they wanted. James smiled and his thoughts began to drift.
He'd start at Remus' ankles, thin and pale, the smooth arch of his high instep blending smoothly into delicate knots of bone. He'd kiss Remus there, and slide his tongue into the elegant dip before his heel. Then he'd lick all up the back of Remus' calf until he was nuzzling the hollow behind Remus' knee, tasting the soft crease of skin. Remus' foot would kick a little at that, because he was ticklish.
Then James would spread Remus' legs even further, as he kissed and bit along Remus' soft, white thigh, hands slipping round and under to cup at Remus' buttocks, and he would knead at the warm flesh, lifting Remus' hips and pulling him closer. Remus would be hard by this point, very hard, and James would tease him a bit, licking the curved furrow of sensitive skin at the top of Remus' leg and then turning, suddenly, to lave his tongue against the thick length of Remus' gorgeous cock. Remus would moan, soft and low, and James would take his time, licking only gently, not quite enough. He'd let his lips slip over the tip, brush his cheek against it, feeling the sharp angle of Remus' erection, feeling each twitch as Remus begged for more.
But he'd save that for later, because there would still be more of Remus to explore, wet kisses to push to his belly and chest, tiny nipping bites to snap at his nipples, causing Remus to yelp and whimper with each press of lips, before finally, finally, he'd have reached Remus' mouth and he'd kiss him hard, eyes open so he could see the perfect freckles on Remus' cheeks
James blinked and found Sirius was staring at him with an expression that almost resembled awe, breathing hotly over James' lips.
'Just a quick one, then?' Sirius suggested. 'It's very dark in here.'
James frowned and shrugged. 'Go on then.'
Sirius pushed him hard into the wall again, but this time James merely groaned because his mind was swirling with Remus, beautiful images and warm, hard arousal. 'You pretending I'm him?' he asked, while Sirius devoured his neck.
'I could if you'd shut up!'
Sirius' kisses were a lot messier when he was this excited, and nothing like the careful, soft way Remus kissed. Sirius smelled like Potions and parchment, and not like syrup and washing powder, but then this was just a temporary arrangement, and Sirius had been a large part of that-thing-that-never-happened too. It had, after all, been Sirius' mouth on James' cock, hot and slick, and James who'd made Sirius come. Remus just liked to be there and watch them, Remus' small, beautiful hands stroking his beautiful cock as he watched James and Sirius perform for him.
'Fuck-'
Sirius didn't even moan anything like Remus, but James had rushed so quickly past caring that his hands reached out anyway, holding their hips together and arching into Sirius as Sirius thrust him into the wall. It was strange, so very gay, even, but he could hardly care when having someone's cock rubbing yours was fucking fantastic; hot and awkward, but blindingly better than just fingers. He clutched Sirius harder, beginning to enjoy the moans Sirius made and imagining that Remus was watching them, wanting and jealous. James closed his eyes as tight as possible, his excitement throbbing lower and more insistently, and imagined it was Remus' breath huffing over his cheek. That Remus was curled there next to them, watching James kissing Sirius, and touching himself in time with it.
There were hands on James' arse now, Sirius jerking into him almost as if he were fucking James. Rather suddenly, Sirius pressed his lips and teeth roughly into James' cheek and that was him coming, with a strained, stifled yelp into James' skin. The memory of last time poured into James' head, last time he'd held Sirius as he came; the flood of warmth over his hand and the brightness in Remus' eyes as Remus watched them. James came with the image of Remus' stunning nakedness filling his mind, and he knew that he had to see that again.
'Well,' said Sirius, pulling away and clearing his throat. James brushed off his robes and added that memory to the list of things he didn't think about because they'd never really happened.
####
History of Magic was the only lesson that James and Sirius were actually allowed to sit together in, being that Binns was too caught up in his own mundane teaching that he frequently didn't even notice if half the classroom exploded. In History of Magic they sat together proudly, though now that they were older they preferred to use their time more productively; for plotting rather than just randomly exploding things.
James was quite happily dozing the lesson away, smiling quietly to himself as he planned all the ways he would touch Remus tomorrow afternoon, when they finally had him naked and submissive. Until he jealously noticed Remus passing a note across the aisle to Sirius. James leaned in to look, pleased to see that Sirius' hands were shaking a little.
James was relieved it was something so innocuous, before remembering what he and Sirius had actually done at lunch. Sirius nudged James to show him the note properly, raising that wicked left eyebrow of his. James narrowed his eyes at Sirius, but it didn't stop Sirius writing:
And handing it across to Remus. Remus smirked as he read it and wrote a short reply, displaying none of the interest or envy James would have hoped for.
James read the note as Sirius' held it out to him again, then reached over to write his own comment on Sirius' sheet of lesson-notes, seeing that it could hardly spoil whatever rubbish Sirius had written so far.
James huffed and turned back to his own work - well, his own blank sheet of parchment, and let himself fall back into his lustful daydreams.
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The next day in Potions, James was finding it rather difficult to sit still. Remus was somehow even more beautiful than he'd been the previous day, and Sirius too was having problems hiding his staring. James watched Remus - whose eyelashes fluttered gorgeously in the steam emitted by his Euphoria Elixir - in a pleasant daze of sexual anticipation, and was so distracted that he nearly knocked his cauldron over when one of Sirius' notes started tickling at his elbow.
James squinted at the note through his fogged-over glasses.
Oh yeah? James thought, before he scribbled a reply.
James peered down at his potion, which was currently sludge green, an unlikely looking colour for something that was supposed to induce euphoria, but then it was quite possible he'd made it entirely wrong.
He had to catch the next note quickly before it fell into his potion and experienced a higher state of consciousness than that normally felt by a small corner of red parchment.
James grinned. Dares was a game that he definitely understood, and forcing Remus into girls' underwear was an amusing idea.
He watched Sirius carefully as he read the reply, because Sirius had been proving just how much of a kinky pervert he was fairly frequently of late.
Sirius' reply was short and his innocent facial expression suspiciously false. James smirked as he floated his own reply over.
Sirius' next note floated calmly and rather obviously down onto the desk in front of James.
James scowled.
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They waited anxiously for Remus behind the door of their dormitory.
The original plan had been to wait for him outside the library, for when Remus finally discovered that his Charms textbook was not in his bag where he'd left it, and catch him there, but James had pointed out that they could easily wait for him to return to their room to search for said textbook. After all, in the privacy of their own room there would be no-one around to exclaim about two boys seemingly kidnapping their best friend.
Feeling a little nervous, James found himself rambling on, while Sirius smoked a fag. 'So Peter's definitely off with Suzie, he certainly won't be back anytime soon-'
'Yeah, I know,' Sirius drawled, lips too close to James' ear, though James found himself leaning into it anyway. 'I told him if he didn't clear off for the next few hours I'd remove his testicles and feed them to Filch's cat.'
'Oh.' James didn't even bother to admonish Sirius for his typical careless treatment of Peter - right now there were far more important things. 'Erm, so-'
'Calm down, it isn't like we haven't done this before.' James could hear the leering tone to Sirius' voice, but right now James was on edge and aroused, and somehow it made Sirius a lot less annoying and a lot more attractive. James leaned even closer, letting Sirius nuzzle at his cheek. 'Or are you still blocking out those memories?' Sirius asked, flicking his fag-end out the window.
'Fuck off,' James muttered carelessly.
'You know,' Sirius said, even more suggestively, fingers curling to cup James' jaw, 'we could just start without him, instead of waiting-'
'Oh yes.'
Sirius and James startled and jumped apart at the sound of Remus' voice, heads swivelling quickly. Remus pulled the invisibility cloak off in one sweeping movement and James realised that he should have been slightly more suspicious of the creased dip in Remus' bedclothes.
'I've been waiting for you two to get on with it for ages,' Remus admitted, folding his arms. 'So go on.'
Sirius howled, almost literally. 'Noooo! Remus, what are you doing here? James and I had a plan.'
'Yeah,' James confirmed, disappointed.
'Look,' Remus sighed, 'no offence - I mean, you're very good at plotting most sorts of evil - but this was, well, it was obvious what you were up to. The two of you are much better suited to just kissing each other and looking pretty while doing it.'
'Hey!' James protested and the same time as Sirius said 'Thanks.' James glared at his best friend.
'So get on with it!' Remus exclaimed.
The glossy, rapt look in Remus' eyes was all the encouragement James needed.
Sirius tasted strongly of fresh smoke, a dirty, burnt flavour, but James kissed him hard anyway, settling his body against Sirius' as their tongues slid together. In turn, Sirius twisted and pushed James into the wall, growling into the kiss. James opened his eyes and watched Remus over Sirius' shoulder; relaxing, as every second of watching Remus' blossoming lust made this easier. Remus leaned back, resting on his hands behind him, staring openly through his beautiful pale-brown eyes, and James was reminded of his own fantasies; Remus sprawled backwards with his thin, curved wrists bound to the bed.
'The plan,' James muttered between Sirius' lips, while clutching Sirius' back and hips and arse and watching the way the smooth movements of his hands made Remus' chest tremble and his breathing hitch.
'Yes,' Sirius replied firmly, wet tongue slipping out as he turned away.
James lingered by the wall, watching as Sirius clambered up onto Remus' bed, taking Remus by the elbow and dragging him back. Wand out, Sirius silently summoned the thick, slightly rough ropes that James had acquired especially for this - worryingly from Filch's office - and directed them to twine neatly around Remus' wrists.
And Remus let him do it quite submissively, shooting an amused smile at Sirius before his eyes flickered over to look at James. 'Is this for you or him?' Remus asked, still smirking. James bent his fingers to grip the wall behind him, unable to find any words. Remus' smile stretched a little wider before disappearing completely, and instead he cried out, gently, eyes fluttering half-closed.
Paralysed with lust, James forced himself to creep closer as Remus acted this out; half-heartedly fidgeting as Sirius bound him tighter, rolling his head back, neck drawn long and spine arched up, his struggles false and put-on but still beautiful.
James crawled onto the bed and started on Remus' thin white feet, rubbing his thumb up and down the high instep. Remus' long toes wriggled, but James calmed them with gentle licks and kisses, slipping his tongue up and along the graceful lines of bones and tendons to his ankles. He slid his hands slowly up Remus' calf, pushing the right trouser leg up as he did so and then let his tongue trail up there, feeling the softness of the hair and tasting the soft, smooth, sugar-scent of Remus' skin, annoyed that the hem of Remus' trousers caught, too-tight when they reached his knee.
A slick wet noise and a groan, and that was Sirius and Remus kissing, but James didn't mind; this was how it was supposed to be, this time he and Sirius were controlling Remus, touching and taking all they wanted while Remus was dominated, tied up and powerless.
Trembling with a crazy mixture of fear and other, sharper feelings, James' wavering fingers found their way to the button of Remus' fly and he fumbled it open desperately, leaning over to carefully press his hard cock against Remus' calf as he did so. He was rewarded with a soft moan from Remus, and he looked up to find Remus watching him with that same glorious look of open want, lips dark and glistening and his unbuttoned shirt displaying an enticing sliver of his pale chest.
'How the fuck are we supposed to get his shirt off when I've already tied his wrists up?' Sirius yelped, spoiling the moment. Remus glanced sideways and looked like he was trying hard not to laugh as Sirius glared in frustration at Remus' shirt sleeves, pulling ineffectually at an open cuff.
James sighed. Of course, in James' fantasies Remus was already naked before he was tied up, but then fantasies were all well and good, but reality was better and more frantic and desperate and needy. James snatched Sirius' wand from him and used a mild cutting charm to slice up the inner seam of Remus' white shirt and the sleeve came loose. 'Idiot,' James muttered as he scored along the other arm and the rest of the shirt fell away.
Sirius huffed a little petulantly, but got pleasantly distracted and James watched with a warm burn in his belly as Sirius ran his tongue along the dull-blue veins of Remus' inner arm, pausing to nuzzle warmly into the crook of his elbow.
And then James returned to his own duties; pulling Remus' underwear down along with his trousers, and sighing with deep pleasure at Remus' perfect, solid cock. Quickly dragging Remus' legs further apart, James began on Remus' bony knees, pushing soft kisses to the tough, hard skin before slipping his tongue beneath to where the skin was silkier.
'Ahhh-'
Remus moaned and then was panting quietly, the bedposts creaking as he tugged against the ropes.
'You like this,' James said, licking out on the word 'like'.
Remus moaned again, though it may have been due to Sirius nibbling on his neck and dry humping a little against him. 'Yes. Oh yes, I do.'
James curled under Remus' crook'd knee and began to suck at the taut skin, glorying in the tremble of muscles in Remus' leg and his soft whimpers. Eventually, James twisted to begin on Remus' slim thigh, stroking his palm over the left one even as he kissed and licked at the right, hearing Remus' whimpers edge higher. James groaned as one of Remus' feet twisted under to rub at James' erection, those wriggling toes now tickling at his balls, the high arch of instep hard against the length of him. His kisses became sharper, more nips and sucks going further and further, until his nose was pushed into the crease at the top of Remus' inner thigh and the corner of his lip brushed the soft hair of Remus' balls.
A stab of brief fear hit James at that, fear that he was actually, really going this far, and that he didn’t mind, that it felt good and he just wanted more. He moved slowly, and then his tongue was lapping at the base of Remus' cock and his senses were overloaded by the sharp combination of swollen hardness and the warm smell of Remus and sweat. He licked carefully, and it tasted almost the same as normal skin, felt the same, nearly, but somewhere he could feel the deep thrum of need and rushing blood beneath the tense skin and it made James moan, mouth wide around the long thickness of flesh.
In answer he heard Sirius groan too, Sirius cheek-to-cheek with Remus, trousers now undone as he ground himself slowly-but-roughly against Remus' bare hip. They were both watching James, and it spurred James on to further things. He slid his tongue up and over, lips pressed to the dark head of Remus' cock while lower down he began to press his hips more firmly against Remus' wicked foot.
'Not fair,' Sirius moaned, 'I should- me,' he complained. James grinned, sucking a little on the head before opening his lips wider and sliding them down. Strangely, Sirius' cry was the louder, though James could feel the muscles in Remus' thighs tensing under his palms as he began to suck in earnest.
It was nearly too much already, and, past caring, James slipped one hand down to open his own trousers, drawing his prick free and pressing the hot length against the cool skin of Remus' foot. It was awkward, the way he had to arch over, the angle of Remus' leg and knee, but he began to thrust anyway.
'Me,' Sirius repeated as James was flooded with heavy, aching pleasure, and then Sirius was there in front of him, eyes level with James' and begging.
James ran the bottom of his tongue over the tip of Remus' prick, loving the sharp taste of Remus and the welcome friction along his own cock. 'Go on then.'
Sirius lunged in and kissed him, Remus' cock caught between their mouths as they slid their tongues together and swirled them across. Sirius moaned and pressed in harder, leaning forward on one hand and knees, other hand clearly busy. Remus made a strange, stilted gasp that seemed to shoot pleasure straight along James' veins and down to throb through his cock. And then James could taste a thick saltiness, Sirius continuing to kiss him, lapping eagerly. 'Sorry,' Remus said, still gasping. 'Fuck - oh - sorry…'
Sirius pulled away, licking his lips, his hand still stroking himself firmly, and James stared, gasping heavily, and then turned to look at Remus, dizzy with his own closeness. 'Moony,' James whispered gruffly, and then it burst swiftly over him, rushing through his body and pouring out of him, as Sirius leant forward and licked the wetness from his chin for him and he watched Remus shuddering and panting. Sirius bent slightly over Remus, his little grunts of effort hitting a peak of desperation, and his come streaked suddenly across Remus' belly.
'Sorry,' Remus mumbled. 'I- Oh fuck, that was just so- the two of you-' Remus' eyes were half closed, skin flushed so pink, and he looked just completely overwhelmed. 'You both-'
'That was all a bit quick,' Sirius said brightly, straightening up and fastening his trousers. He looked rather pleased with himself; in particular, the mess he'd made of Remus' stomach.
James scowled. 'Yeah, you never got him into those girly knickers like you wanted,' he commented, which elicited a lazy grin from Remus even as he tugged at his bindings.
James gazed at Remus, who was blushing and sweaty and debauched, naked and sated and gorgeous. James crawled up and hurriedly fastened his lips to Remus', enjoying the deep way Remus kissed him back.
'I'll save the knickers for next time,' Sirius said. 'In fact, we have-' he paused '-two hours and thirty-five minutes until Pete gets back. What do you say we see how gay we can make James in that time?'
James could feel Remus' grin against his mouth, and he made a slight huffy noise in protest, although while snogging a naked bloke probably wasn't the best time to complain about such a thing. 'Oh, do what you like,' he mumbled, still kissing Remus.
'Will do,' Sirius replied, and he pushed closer to join in the kiss.
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The next morning, in Potions, James twitched suddenly as something began tickling his neck. He swatted at it, then grabbed it when he realised it was a slip of paper:
James blushed, but also smiled, a hitched, secret smile. He crossed out the ps. and lifted his wand to levitate the note over to Remus.
Title: Our Mutual Friend
Pairing: Remus/Sirius/James
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: James is trying to forget that-thing-that-never-happened (that definitely didn't happen last week) but Sirius insists on continually mentioning it. Because he wants to do it again...
Author notes: This is a sequel to My Beautiful Friend, though being that it's mainly porn, you don't have to have read that one to understand this. The little paper notes were scoradh's idea. Yes, notes, so dial-uppers beware of pictures loading. This is for _emeraldgreen's birthday because she's lovely and kinky. Yes, it's very late. Sorry.x
Our Mutual Friend
It had become a general rule amongst the Hogwarts professors that in almost all lessons James, Sirius, Remus and Peter weren't allowed to sit together. Of course, they were all a bit bitter about it, but James was quite happy with it right now. For some reason. Nothing important, just that it was nice to be able to sit behind Remus in Potions, behind and a little to the left. It gave him a good view. Not that he was staring or anything, he just liked to see Remus looking so cheerful, that was all. Remus all smiling and contented as he took notes, head bowed, the smooth curve of his neck as he bent over his work. The careful, almost beautiful arch of his wrist as his quill moved in the swift, neat curls of his precise handwriting. The relaxed way he held his narrow shoulders that was strangely alluring. The slip of wet tongue as he licked his too-dark, pouted-yet-still-boyish, reddened lips while he paused for thought, sometimes dusting the even point of his pert chin with the feather of his quill.
James was just watching, a bit. There was nothing strange about it.
Right on the edge of James' hearing there was a soft cough, and he easily recognised it as Sirius' unsubtle 'attention, please' cough. He turned slightly and Sirius raised one mocking eyebrow at him. James blushed and frowned, turning quickly away again.
There was no reason for Sirius to spend quite so much of his time inferring that James was behaving strangely in any way, or for Sirius to suggest that James just happening to glance at Remus occasionally was some sort of after-effect of that-thing-that-never-happened. Because it wasn't, and nothing had happened. And James never thought about it, or Remus, in the dark hours of the night, under cover of a imperturbable charm. And even if he did, it was none of Sirius' business. If Sirius took immense pride in his own status as a hideous, sick, sick pervert, then that was up to him, but James wasn't going to join him.
James swivelled back to glare at Sirius, just a general sort of glare, because the boy was such an idiot. Sirius nudged his head in Remus' direction and rolled his eyes. Glancing back, James saw that Remus had just tossed his head and was now smoothing his soft brown hair back from his face rather pedantically. He felt a flash of irritation at that. Ever since that-thing-that-never-happened, Remus had been a little too confident of himself, perhaps. Just a bit too… full of himself. His voice when he talked to James or Sirius held a distinct note of amusement, of superiority and dominance. James winced internally at the word 'dominance' and stifled a flash of something warm that surged briefly, low in his belly.
He ripped a corner from his parchment and scribbled a quick note.
A quick swish and flick and he levitated it off the desk, then directed it down to the ground and let it skim along, an inch or two off the floor, until he let it jump up into Sirius' waiting hand.
Yes, Remus couldn't get any smugger, he thought, waiting for Sirius' reply and watching the over-confident way Remus straightened up in his chair and wiggled his shoulders arrogantly. There was no good reason for Remus' sudden change in personality, just because two of Remus' friends happened to have-
James stopped that thought there, attempting instead to concentrate on Slughorn's lecture. He wrote half a sentence about Euphoria Elixirs on his parchment but got bored and then reached out for the slip of paper that Sirius had levitated under the hem of James' robes, which was now scratching irritably at his ankle.
James almost snorted aloud, and quickly wrote a reply.
He sniggered to himself as he floated that one over and covertly watched Sirius' face as his friend read the note. Yes, pissing off Sirius was an excellent way of distracting himself from Remus. He turned back to the front of the class, grinning.
Sirius' reply was soon scritching uncomfortably at his ankle, trying to worm its way into his sock. He snatched it away, though his attention was temporarily caught by Remus, because Remus had just gathered up a lock of his silky, pale hair and was beginning to suck and chew on it; delicate, appealing movements of lips and teeth and tongue.
James shook his head and peered at the slip of red parchment just as another piece began to tickle him for his attention.
And the second note was even worse:
James froze, not wanting to be reminded of such things, and all too aware of the blush that was staining his cheeks. He scribbled a hasty reply, hand shaking.
He was shaking with shock and nerves of course, nothing else, shock that Sirius was stupid enough to remember that, and want to remember it, and bloody write it down so that it was definitely true and anyone could see it.
Payback. James relaxed a little, giving Sirius a brief, intrigued look, before writing out his reply:
Yes, they should make Remus pay for it, James thought, his body limp with relief.
James was always aware that Sirius frequently just wasn't on the same page as everyone else, and in fact was quite often halfway through a different book altogether, but this was…
He sat and gawped at the note, before glancing up at Remus. James forgot the denial momentarily and suddenly found himself imagining Remus' narrow wrists bound tightly to the bedposts with rough lengths of rope, the white skin of his bare chest heaving, trembling, as he lay spread and waiting in front of James, nervous, excited, and waiting for whatever James wanted to do to him.
Feeling a little dizzy with the image of it, James reached for Sirius' next note in a daze.
James tried desperately not to wriggle in his chair. He felt all the lies and denial really starting to unravel, as he stared hard at the line of Remus' pale jaw, watching Remus trail his quill along it; clearly knowing, enjoying that he was being watched.
That Remus Lupin really did need to be taught who was boss. Really.
He avoided Sirius' eyes, firmly facing the front of the room, because they were getting into secret territory now, the feelings James rarely admitted to having. James tried to be casual and subtle about it, but failed, probably.
He grinned at the next note, because they were back to fighting over Remus again, which was easy. Easiest, maybe, because Remus liked them both equally, or rather, that he just liked both of them. James grinned and wrote back.
James' heart skipped a beat as he read Sirius' next note:
Planning sounded far too real. If there was a plan, then the plan would quite likely have to include what would happen if the plan was successful.
Remus rolled his head back a little, rubbing at his neck.
If we kidnap him and tie him up, the successful plan will involve the three of us actually-
James scribbled the next note and floated it to Sirius before his brain could kick in and stop him.
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James edged carefully through the door of the charms cupboard, checking the coast was clear and then closing it as softly as possible. 'Si-'
He was thrust immediately against the wall and a rather damp pair of lips closed over his own.
'Siriu-' he tried to protest, thrashing his arms and trying to kick.
'Shut up, James,' Sirius hissed, voice muffled against James' lips. 'It's been a whole week.'
James wriggled, trying to fight Sirius' tongue out of his mouth. 'That doesn't mean-'
'I've spent all morning thinking-' Sirius groaned, pushing his hips and, yes, his erection, uncomfortably into James. 'Thinking about Remus and, and what we're going to do to him, and-'
'What are we going to do to him?' James asked desperately, though he was aware that such a discussion might not be the best distraction technique.
'Well,' Sirius said, pulling off slightly. 'We'll grab him, and blindfold him, and tie him to the bed.' Sirius was breathing worryingly heavily. 'And then we undress him, and-' Sirius trailed off, either unsure or lost in his own imagination.
James sighed as Sirius quieted. He leant back into the wall and let his eyes close. Yes, he could see it: Remus would be waiting there, all tense and excited, and then they could both do whatever they wanted. James smiled and his thoughts began to drift.
He'd start at Remus' ankles, thin and pale, the smooth arch of his high instep blending smoothly into delicate knots of bone. He'd kiss Remus there, and slide his tongue into the elegant dip before his heel. Then he'd lick all up the back of Remus' calf until he was nuzzling the hollow behind Remus' knee, tasting the soft crease of skin. Remus' foot would kick a little at that, because he was ticklish.
Then James would spread Remus' legs even further, as he kissed and bit along Remus' soft, white thigh, hands slipping round and under to cup at Remus' buttocks, and he would knead at the warm flesh, lifting Remus' hips and pulling him closer. Remus would be hard by this point, very hard, and James would tease him a bit, licking the curved furrow of sensitive skin at the top of Remus' leg and then turning, suddenly, to lave his tongue against the thick length of Remus' gorgeous cock. Remus would moan, soft and low, and James would take his time, licking only gently, not quite enough. He'd let his lips slip over the tip, brush his cheek against it, feeling the sharp angle of Remus' erection, feeling each twitch as Remus begged for more.
But he'd save that for later, because there would still be more of Remus to explore, wet kisses to push to his belly and chest, tiny nipping bites to snap at his nipples, causing Remus to yelp and whimper with each press of lips, before finally, finally, he'd have reached Remus' mouth and he'd kiss him hard, eyes open so he could see the perfect freckles on Remus' cheeks
James blinked and found Sirius was staring at him with an expression that almost resembled awe, breathing hotly over James' lips.
'Just a quick one, then?' Sirius suggested. 'It's very dark in here.'
James frowned and shrugged. 'Go on then.'
Sirius pushed him hard into the wall again, but this time James merely groaned because his mind was swirling with Remus, beautiful images and warm, hard arousal. 'You pretending I'm him?' he asked, while Sirius devoured his neck.
'I could if you'd shut up!'
Sirius' kisses were a lot messier when he was this excited, and nothing like the careful, soft way Remus kissed. Sirius smelled like Potions and parchment, and not like syrup and washing powder, but then this was just a temporary arrangement, and Sirius had been a large part of that-thing-that-never-happened too. It had, after all, been Sirius' mouth on James' cock, hot and slick, and James who'd made Sirius come. Remus just liked to be there and watch them, Remus' small, beautiful hands stroking his beautiful cock as he watched James and Sirius perform for him.
'Fuck-'
Sirius didn't even moan anything like Remus, but James had rushed so quickly past caring that his hands reached out anyway, holding their hips together and arching into Sirius as Sirius thrust him into the wall. It was strange, so very gay, even, but he could hardly care when having someone's cock rubbing yours was fucking fantastic; hot and awkward, but blindingly better than just fingers. He clutched Sirius harder, beginning to enjoy the moans Sirius made and imagining that Remus was watching them, wanting and jealous. James closed his eyes as tight as possible, his excitement throbbing lower and more insistently, and imagined it was Remus' breath huffing over his cheek. That Remus was curled there next to them, watching James kissing Sirius, and touching himself in time with it.
There were hands on James' arse now, Sirius jerking into him almost as if he were fucking James. Rather suddenly, Sirius pressed his lips and teeth roughly into James' cheek and that was him coming, with a strained, stifled yelp into James' skin. The memory of last time poured into James' head, last time he'd held Sirius as he came; the flood of warmth over his hand and the brightness in Remus' eyes as Remus watched them. James came with the image of Remus' stunning nakedness filling his mind, and he knew that he had to see that again.
'Well,' said Sirius, pulling away and clearing his throat. James brushed off his robes and added that memory to the list of things he didn't think about because they'd never really happened.
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History of Magic was the only lesson that James and Sirius were actually allowed to sit together in, being that Binns was too caught up in his own mundane teaching that he frequently didn't even notice if half the classroom exploded. In History of Magic they sat together proudly, though now that they were older they preferred to use their time more productively; for plotting rather than just randomly exploding things.
James was quite happily dozing the lesson away, smiling quietly to himself as he planned all the ways he would touch Remus tomorrow afternoon, when they finally had him naked and submissive. Until he jealously noticed Remus passing a note across the aisle to Sirius. James leaned in to look, pleased to see that Sirius' hands were shaking a little.
James was relieved it was something so innocuous, before remembering what he and Sirius had actually done at lunch. Sirius nudged James to show him the note properly, raising that wicked left eyebrow of his. James narrowed his eyes at Sirius, but it didn't stop Sirius writing:
And handing it across to Remus. Remus smirked as he read it and wrote a short reply, displaying none of the interest or envy James would have hoped for.
James read the note as Sirius' held it out to him again, then reached over to write his own comment on Sirius' sheet of lesson-notes, seeing that it could hardly spoil whatever rubbish Sirius had written so far.
James huffed and turned back to his own work - well, his own blank sheet of parchment, and let himself fall back into his lustful daydreams.
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The next day in Potions, James was finding it rather difficult to sit still. Remus was somehow even more beautiful than he'd been the previous day, and Sirius too was having problems hiding his staring. James watched Remus - whose eyelashes fluttered gorgeously in the steam emitted by his Euphoria Elixir - in a pleasant daze of sexual anticipation, and was so distracted that he nearly knocked his cauldron over when one of Sirius' notes started tickling at his elbow.
James squinted at the note through his fogged-over glasses.
Oh yeah? James thought, before he scribbled a reply.
James peered down at his potion, which was currently sludge green, an unlikely looking colour for something that was supposed to induce euphoria, but then it was quite possible he'd made it entirely wrong.
He had to catch the next note quickly before it fell into his potion and experienced a higher state of consciousness than that normally felt by a small corner of red parchment.
James grinned. Dares was a game that he definitely understood, and forcing Remus into girls' underwear was an amusing idea.
He watched Sirius carefully as he read the reply, because Sirius had been proving just how much of a kinky pervert he was fairly frequently of late.
Sirius' reply was short and his innocent facial expression suspiciously false. James smirked as he floated his own reply over.
Sirius' next note floated calmly and rather obviously down onto the desk in front of James.
James scowled.
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They waited anxiously for Remus behind the door of their dormitory.
The original plan had been to wait for him outside the library, for when Remus finally discovered that his Charms textbook was not in his bag where he'd left it, and catch him there, but James had pointed out that they could easily wait for him to return to their room to search for said textbook. After all, in the privacy of their own room there would be no-one around to exclaim about two boys seemingly kidnapping their best friend.
Feeling a little nervous, James found himself rambling on, while Sirius smoked a fag. 'So Peter's definitely off with Suzie, he certainly won't be back anytime soon-'
'Yeah, I know,' Sirius drawled, lips too close to James' ear, though James found himself leaning into it anyway. 'I told him if he didn't clear off for the next few hours I'd remove his testicles and feed them to Filch's cat.'
'Oh.' James didn't even bother to admonish Sirius for his typical careless treatment of Peter - right now there were far more important things. 'Erm, so-'
'Calm down, it isn't like we haven't done this before.' James could hear the leering tone to Sirius' voice, but right now James was on edge and aroused, and somehow it made Sirius a lot less annoying and a lot more attractive. James leaned even closer, letting Sirius nuzzle at his cheek. 'Or are you still blocking out those memories?' Sirius asked, flicking his fag-end out the window.
'Fuck off,' James muttered carelessly.
'You know,' Sirius said, even more suggestively, fingers curling to cup James' jaw, 'we could just start without him, instead of waiting-'
'Oh yes.'
Sirius and James startled and jumped apart at the sound of Remus' voice, heads swivelling quickly. Remus pulled the invisibility cloak off in one sweeping movement and James realised that he should have been slightly more suspicious of the creased dip in Remus' bedclothes.
'I've been waiting for you two to get on with it for ages,' Remus admitted, folding his arms. 'So go on.'
Sirius howled, almost literally. 'Noooo! Remus, what are you doing here? James and I had a plan.'
'Yeah,' James confirmed, disappointed.
'Look,' Remus sighed, 'no offence - I mean, you're very good at plotting most sorts of evil - but this was, well, it was obvious what you were up to. The two of you are much better suited to just kissing each other and looking pretty while doing it.'
'Hey!' James protested and the same time as Sirius said 'Thanks.' James glared at his best friend.
'So get on with it!' Remus exclaimed.
The glossy, rapt look in Remus' eyes was all the encouragement James needed.
Sirius tasted strongly of fresh smoke, a dirty, burnt flavour, but James kissed him hard anyway, settling his body against Sirius' as their tongues slid together. In turn, Sirius twisted and pushed James into the wall, growling into the kiss. James opened his eyes and watched Remus over Sirius' shoulder; relaxing, as every second of watching Remus' blossoming lust made this easier. Remus leaned back, resting on his hands behind him, staring openly through his beautiful pale-brown eyes, and James was reminded of his own fantasies; Remus sprawled backwards with his thin, curved wrists bound to the bed.
'The plan,' James muttered between Sirius' lips, while clutching Sirius' back and hips and arse and watching the way the smooth movements of his hands made Remus' chest tremble and his breathing hitch.
'Yes,' Sirius replied firmly, wet tongue slipping out as he turned away.
James lingered by the wall, watching as Sirius clambered up onto Remus' bed, taking Remus by the elbow and dragging him back. Wand out, Sirius silently summoned the thick, slightly rough ropes that James had acquired especially for this - worryingly from Filch's office - and directed them to twine neatly around Remus' wrists.
And Remus let him do it quite submissively, shooting an amused smile at Sirius before his eyes flickered over to look at James. 'Is this for you or him?' Remus asked, still smirking. James bent his fingers to grip the wall behind him, unable to find any words. Remus' smile stretched a little wider before disappearing completely, and instead he cried out, gently, eyes fluttering half-closed.
Paralysed with lust, James forced himself to creep closer as Remus acted this out; half-heartedly fidgeting as Sirius bound him tighter, rolling his head back, neck drawn long and spine arched up, his struggles false and put-on but still beautiful.
James crawled onto the bed and started on Remus' thin white feet, rubbing his thumb up and down the high instep. Remus' long toes wriggled, but James calmed them with gentle licks and kisses, slipping his tongue up and along the graceful lines of bones and tendons to his ankles. He slid his hands slowly up Remus' calf, pushing the right trouser leg up as he did so and then let his tongue trail up there, feeling the softness of the hair and tasting the soft, smooth, sugar-scent of Remus' skin, annoyed that the hem of Remus' trousers caught, too-tight when they reached his knee.
A slick wet noise and a groan, and that was Sirius and Remus kissing, but James didn't mind; this was how it was supposed to be, this time he and Sirius were controlling Remus, touching and taking all they wanted while Remus was dominated, tied up and powerless.
Trembling with a crazy mixture of fear and other, sharper feelings, James' wavering fingers found their way to the button of Remus' fly and he fumbled it open desperately, leaning over to carefully press his hard cock against Remus' calf as he did so. He was rewarded with a soft moan from Remus, and he looked up to find Remus watching him with that same glorious look of open want, lips dark and glistening and his unbuttoned shirt displaying an enticing sliver of his pale chest.
'How the fuck are we supposed to get his shirt off when I've already tied his wrists up?' Sirius yelped, spoiling the moment. Remus glanced sideways and looked like he was trying hard not to laugh as Sirius glared in frustration at Remus' shirt sleeves, pulling ineffectually at an open cuff.
James sighed. Of course, in James' fantasies Remus was already naked before he was tied up, but then fantasies were all well and good, but reality was better and more frantic and desperate and needy. James snatched Sirius' wand from him and used a mild cutting charm to slice up the inner seam of Remus' white shirt and the sleeve came loose. 'Idiot,' James muttered as he scored along the other arm and the rest of the shirt fell away.
Sirius huffed a little petulantly, but got pleasantly distracted and James watched with a warm burn in his belly as Sirius ran his tongue along the dull-blue veins of Remus' inner arm, pausing to nuzzle warmly into the crook of his elbow.
And then James returned to his own duties; pulling Remus' underwear down along with his trousers, and sighing with deep pleasure at Remus' perfect, solid cock. Quickly dragging Remus' legs further apart, James began on Remus' bony knees, pushing soft kisses to the tough, hard skin before slipping his tongue beneath to where the skin was silkier.
'Ahhh-'
Remus moaned and then was panting quietly, the bedposts creaking as he tugged against the ropes.
'You like this,' James said, licking out on the word 'like'.
Remus moaned again, though it may have been due to Sirius nibbling on his neck and dry humping a little against him. 'Yes. Oh yes, I do.'
James curled under Remus' crook'd knee and began to suck at the taut skin, glorying in the tremble of muscles in Remus' leg and his soft whimpers. Eventually, James twisted to begin on Remus' slim thigh, stroking his palm over the left one even as he kissed and licked at the right, hearing Remus' whimpers edge higher. James groaned as one of Remus' feet twisted under to rub at James' erection, those wriggling toes now tickling at his balls, the high arch of instep hard against the length of him. His kisses became sharper, more nips and sucks going further and further, until his nose was pushed into the crease at the top of Remus' inner thigh and the corner of his lip brushed the soft hair of Remus' balls.
A stab of brief fear hit James at that, fear that he was actually, really going this far, and that he didn’t mind, that it felt good and he just wanted more. He moved slowly, and then his tongue was lapping at the base of Remus' cock and his senses were overloaded by the sharp combination of swollen hardness and the warm smell of Remus and sweat. He licked carefully, and it tasted almost the same as normal skin, felt the same, nearly, but somewhere he could feel the deep thrum of need and rushing blood beneath the tense skin and it made James moan, mouth wide around the long thickness of flesh.
In answer he heard Sirius groan too, Sirius cheek-to-cheek with Remus, trousers now undone as he ground himself slowly-but-roughly against Remus' bare hip. They were both watching James, and it spurred James on to further things. He slid his tongue up and over, lips pressed to the dark head of Remus' cock while lower down he began to press his hips more firmly against Remus' wicked foot.
'Not fair,' Sirius moaned, 'I should- me,' he complained. James grinned, sucking a little on the head before opening his lips wider and sliding them down. Strangely, Sirius' cry was the louder, though James could feel the muscles in Remus' thighs tensing under his palms as he began to suck in earnest.
It was nearly too much already, and, past caring, James slipped one hand down to open his own trousers, drawing his prick free and pressing the hot length against the cool skin of Remus' foot. It was awkward, the way he had to arch over, the angle of Remus' leg and knee, but he began to thrust anyway.
'Me,' Sirius repeated as James was flooded with heavy, aching pleasure, and then Sirius was there in front of him, eyes level with James' and begging.
James ran the bottom of his tongue over the tip of Remus' prick, loving the sharp taste of Remus and the welcome friction along his own cock. 'Go on then.'
Sirius lunged in and kissed him, Remus' cock caught between their mouths as they slid their tongues together and swirled them across. Sirius moaned and pressed in harder, leaning forward on one hand and knees, other hand clearly busy. Remus made a strange, stilted gasp that seemed to shoot pleasure straight along James' veins and down to throb through his cock. And then James could taste a thick saltiness, Sirius continuing to kiss him, lapping eagerly. 'Sorry,' Remus said, still gasping. 'Fuck - oh - sorry…'
Sirius pulled away, licking his lips, his hand still stroking himself firmly, and James stared, gasping heavily, and then turned to look at Remus, dizzy with his own closeness. 'Moony,' James whispered gruffly, and then it burst swiftly over him, rushing through his body and pouring out of him, as Sirius leant forward and licked the wetness from his chin for him and he watched Remus shuddering and panting. Sirius bent slightly over Remus, his little grunts of effort hitting a peak of desperation, and his come streaked suddenly across Remus' belly.
'Sorry,' Remus mumbled. 'I- Oh fuck, that was just so- the two of you-' Remus' eyes were half closed, skin flushed so pink, and he looked just completely overwhelmed. 'You both-'
'That was all a bit quick,' Sirius said brightly, straightening up and fastening his trousers. He looked rather pleased with himself; in particular, the mess he'd made of Remus' stomach.
James scowled. 'Yeah, you never got him into those girly knickers like you wanted,' he commented, which elicited a lazy grin from Remus even as he tugged at his bindings.
James gazed at Remus, who was blushing and sweaty and debauched, naked and sated and gorgeous. James crawled up and hurriedly fastened his lips to Remus', enjoying the deep way Remus kissed him back.
'I'll save the knickers for next time,' Sirius said. 'In fact, we have-' he paused '-two hours and thirty-five minutes until Pete gets back. What do you say we see how gay we can make James in that time?'
James could feel Remus' grin against his mouth, and he made a slight huffy noise in protest, although while snogging a naked bloke probably wasn't the best time to complain about such a thing. 'Oh, do what you like,' he mumbled, still kissing Remus.
'Will do,' Sirius replied, and he pushed closer to join in the kiss.
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The next morning, in Potions, James twitched suddenly as something began tickling his neck. He swatted at it, then grabbed it when he realised it was a slip of paper:
James blushed, but also smiled, a hitched, secret smile. He crossed out the ps. and lifted his wand to levitate the note over to Remus.