Fic: Lessons For Harry 4/11
Title: Lessons for Harry
Author: remuslives23
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Harry needs some assistance and who better to provide it than Remus and Sirius. Of course, he has to convince them that they want to help him.
Warnings: Threesome slash fic which means three boys doing hot, hot things to each other including hand jobs, oral sex, anal sex, rimming... Cross-Gen, but all characters are over the age of consent. Sorry about the copious amount of italic in this chapter.
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter universe and all who reside in it belong to JK Rowling and affiliates. No money is being made from this work of fan fiction and no offence is intended. The characters depicted in this fiction are over the age of consent for sexual situations.
Chapter three here.
Chapter Four
Harry was sitting at the table in the library looking over his Potions text book when he felt a pulling at his zipper. As he looked down, the desk seemed to dissolve, and he saw Sirius kneeling before him, in the process of removing Harry’s very erect cock from his pants.
‘What are you…oh…gods! Sirius, that feels good…’
Sirius’ grey eyes smiled as he stared up at Harry, his mouth now encasing the teenager’s prick.
The older man’s head bobbed up and down in his lap, Harry groaning as the thick, broad tongue worked bloody magic on his sensitive tip. His head fell back, and, through his eyelashes, he saw Remus watching them from the door way.
His mouth opened to make an excuse, to find a good reason to explain the fact the werewolf’s partner currently had his mouth wrapped around Harry’s cock. But as he struggled for words, Remus’ hand shifted to his zip and tugged it down, his blue eyes watching hungrily as Sirius devoured Harry’s dick. Harry’s tongue slipped out to wet his dry lips as Remus lazily fisted his long cock, eyes fixed on his lover's raven head as the other man sucked Harry greedily.
Harry mouthed, ‘Come here,’ to the brown-haired man, seeing him smirk before he obeyed, coming closer until Harry could reach out and guide Remus’ prick between his lips. Remus moaned loudly, rocking his hips so his cock drove forcefully in and out of Harry’s welcoming mouth.
Too soon, the werewolf’s pace was frantic and then, with a groan, he was coming down Harry's throat and the young man swallowed hard to avoid choking as he felt the burn of his own orgasm. Remus’ cock slipped out of Harry’s mouth as the bespectacled boy arched up in the chair, grabbing a handful of Sirius’ black hair as he came into the man's mouth with a loud cry...
‘Sirius!’
‘Oh, for fuck’s sake…!’
Harry groaned and grimaced as his bleary, sleep-crusted eyes peered down at the mess in his pyjama pants. ‘I just bloody washed those,' he muttered to himself.
He sighed, ignoring the uncomfortable stickiness as he gathered fresh clothes and headed for the shower, hoping Ron was still asleep on their first day off from training. He was, and Harry quickly washed the evidence of his dream away, frustrated.
It had been nearly a week since he’d propositioned Sirius and Remus and he had yet to get a response. Sirius had owled him the day after he'd asked, telling him that he and Remus were leaving Grimmauld Place for a short holiday and that they would contact him when they returned. He added that they needed some time to think about what he’d asked and that Harry give them some space to do so.
‘This is no small thing you’ve asked of us, Harry. There are many things Remus and I have to consider first and we need to do that together. Please don’t take this as a rejection or us trying to shut you out…we just need some time to think about this.’
Harry understood that the couple would need some time to talk over whether or not they would invite another man into their bed, but had hoped they wouldn’t need this much discussion time. As he dressed and made his way to the kitchen of his flat, he thought, yet again, about the two men and their differing reactions to his revelation and proposition.
Sirius had seemed amused that his godson was as queer as he himself was, hiding his chuckles from a sterner Remus. Surprisingly, it was Sirius who seemed the least flustered by his request that the couple teach him about sex with men. He wasn’t as concerned about the ‘godfather’ tag as Harry feared he would be and, when the older man walked him to the door, his words had given Harry reason to hope.
‘Harry, are you sure about this? Once we step over that line, our relationship is never going to be the same.’
‘I know. But I’ve thought about this, Sirius. I…I’ve dreamed about this - constantly.’
He saw a flush spread across Sirius’ cheeks and the man put his hands on Harry’s shoulders and leaned close. ‘You are really serious about this, aren’t you?’
Harry nodded, his voice soft but firm. ‘I am.’
Sirius bit his lip then said, ‘I’ll talk to Remus and see what he thinks. I won’t do anything he’s not comfortable with.’
‘I know. That’s why I love you.’
He didn’t know what had come over him then, but he’d leaned in and kissed Sirius on the lips. The older man looked so shocked that Harry couldn’t help but smile as he left.
He wasn’t smiling now though, as he fixed himself breakfast. Why was it taking so damn long for them to make up their minds? Poking at the soggy cereal, he answered his own question.
Remus.
After their brief parting conversation, Harry was almost certain that Sirius would be willing to do what he’d asked - he was very comfortable with his sexuality and would have a sense of humour about it, but he wouldn’t do it unless Remus was comfortable with it as well. Remus was…proper, serious, unfailingly polite…oh, Harry knew he had to have a sense of fun (he was a Marauder and Sirius’ boyfriend - he wouldn’t have survived this long as either without a funny bone), but his sense of responsibility and propriety was far more well developed than his partner’s. Harry knew that if anyone stood in the way of this plan, it would be Remus; Sirius wouldn’t do it without his approval. He loved the other man too much to do anything that would hurt him so Harry just hoped Sirius’ charm would help melt Remus’ reservations.
The two men really were complete opposites, but in a complicated way, were just perfect for each other - and Harry had wondered several times throughout the last few weeks how he never figured out they were together until it was practically thrown in his face. They weren’t flagrant with their togetherness, but they didn’t hide it either. Remus had never moved out of Grimmauld Place after the war was over, despite having his own shack still. Sirius bought him all his essentials and clothing - grinning as a resigned looking Remus ‘modelled’ new robes for him whilst Harry was there one day, and his godfather sometimes joked about how well he kept ‘his wife, Remus‘ (for which he received a cuff about the ears). They were affectionate - ruffling hair, touching a shoulder or hand - and they stood far too close to each other, sharing intimate smiles and jokes that no one else got.
Watching them now, Harry was almost embarrassed by how oblivious he had been.
They had given him permission to tell his best friends about them - only his best friends. They didn’t want to be blatant about their romantic status when the public's interest in Sirius was nearly as feverish as it was for Harry, and news about the man's romantic life would be eagerly gobbled up by the press. Conditions for werewolves had improved slightly after the war, but the wheels of bureaucracy took their sweet time to turn - even with a friendly Kingsley Shacklebolt as Minister for Magic - and Remus didn’t want Sirius’ entrance back into society marred by the fact he was shagging a Dark Creature.
Neither man wanted to see the details of their relationship splattered across the front page of the 'Daily Prophet' - both enjoyed their privacy too much, although Sirius had once brashly declared that he would fuck Remus stupid on Rita Skeeter’s desk if it were up to him, making Harry giggle and Remus leave the room hurriedly, his face burning.
Hermione, of course, claimed she’d figured it out years ago, but had respected their apparent wish to not broadcast the relationship and told no one. Ron had been clueless - and a little less accepting than Harry would have expected… which was why Harry had told neither of his friends about his own predilections. Hermione, with an Inner Eye that put Professor Trelawney’s to shame, probably had a hunch, but as she and Ron were now a couple, Harry didn’t feel comfortable confirming her suspicions then asking her to keep the information from the redhead. Harry hated keeping such a big part of himself from his best friends, but until he could be sure of Ron’s reaction to the news that the bloke who used to date his baby sister was now craving cock, he would keep the information quiet.
The man himself stumbled into the room now, startling red hair poking up all over his head as he rubbed his blue eyes. He’d obviously just rolled out of bed - not even bothering to pull a shirt on before coming to the table. Harry wondered if he'd be so comfortable walking about half-naked if he knew his flat mate fancied blokes. Trying to smooth out the worried frown that creased his brow, he shot a quick smile at his mate.
‘Morning, Ron.’
‘Hey.’
Ron wasn’t a morning person so Harry just quietly pushed the cereal box across the table as the other man flopped into a chair, his silky boxers making his backside slip across the seat of the chair. He swore as he nearly shot off the chair and under the table, pulling himself back up and mumbling choice swear words under his breath as he poured the muesli into his bowl.
Harry stifled a laugh then took his bowl to the sink and rinsed it. His thoughts returned to Remus and Sirius; so immersed in speculation as to why they hadn't answered him yet that his wandering mind did not register the tap, tap, tap on the window until Ron lost patience and snapped at him.
‘Harry, are you going to let that frigging thing in or watch it try and break through the glass?’
Harry blinked and saw Sirius’ owl looking back at him through the window over the sink.
‘Sorry.’
He flung open the window and the owl hopped inside, staring reproachfully at Harry for taking his time to let him in before he held out his leg. Harry mumbled an apology to the brown-and-black-flecked bird as he untied the roll of parchment. Then he grabbed a handful of owl treats from a jar on the window sill and threw it down in front of it as he twisted the note in his hand, seeing his name in Sirius’ handwriting. His stomach churned with nerves and he gave the owl’s head a scratch as he considered the possible contents of the letter. His body thrummed with excitement at the thought of there being a positive response in the note, but it was tempered with a little doubt - would they really say yes?
‘Sirius?’
Harry looked up with a frown. ‘What?’
‘The note. From Sirius? It's his owl...are he and Lupin back?’
‘Mmm, I guess.’
Ron nodded and shovelled food into his mouth. Harry cocked his head and stared contemplatively at his friend, deciding to test the waters.
‘Ron, are you alright with them now? Remus and Sirius? Them being together?’
Ron’s jaw movement slowed as he looked up at Harry then he swallowed. ‘Er, yeah, I guess. I…I can’t really understand it myself, but…well, Hermione said that a person isn’t defined by who they fall in love with…’
He looked a little baffled and Harry guessed he hadn’t really understood his girlfriend’s words, his theory proving correct with Ron’s next words.
‘I’m still not sure what she was on about, but I’m alright with them. They’re still the same people they were before I knew they were…together. Sirius is pretty cool…and Hermione adores Lupin. I reckon she was a bit disappointed to find out that he likes blokes, actually…’
Harry laughed then was startled as the owl shifted under his hand and took off out the window, having eaten all the treats. Obviously it hadn’t been told to wait for a reply.
‘What’s he say then?’
‘Hmm?’
‘Sirius. Merlin, Harry! What’s going on with you?’
‘Nothing… sorry. I… I’m going to the bathroom. What are you doing today?’
‘Hermione’s at work so I thought I’d go and see George… check how he’s coping…’
Harry felt a shot of guilt and his excitement over the note faded. George, Ron’s older brother, had lost his twin brother in the Final Battle; had lost him fighting for Harry.
‘I’ll come with you…’ he said immediately but Ron shook his head.
‘No, that’s alright. You probably want to see Sirius and Lupin.’
‘They can wait…’
‘Harry, I saw your face when you got that letter. You’ve been waiting for them to come back all week. It’s fine. I’ll tell George you said hi - and maybe you’ll call in over the weekend…’
‘Sure,' Harry said with a nod. 'Thanks.’
His mood far less buoyant than it had been a minute earlier, he trudged back up to the second floor and flopped onto his bed, the unopened note still clutched in his hand. Fred Weasley had been a wicked bloke - he and George inseparable… except by death. George wasn’t coping very well under all his bravado. He was throwing himself into his work at the joke store Harry had financed and his once ever-present grin was a rare sight.
I’ve been neglecting him. I’ll go and see him this weekend.
He rolled the cylinder of parchment between his fingers several times before he snapped. ‘Oh, have some fucking balls, Potter. You’re a Gryffindor, for Merlin‘s sake.’
He unfurled the scrap of paper - all his fear seeming ridiculous when he saw the few words scrawled on the paper.
Harry, Come for lunch with us. Sirius and Remus.
It could mean nothing; it could mean everything, and Harry wasn’t completely sure he wanted to go and find out.
TBC...
Author: remuslives23
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Harry needs some assistance and who better to provide it than Remus and Sirius. Of course, he has to convince them that they want to help him.
Warnings: Threesome slash fic which means three boys doing hot, hot things to each other including hand jobs, oral sex, anal sex, rimming... Cross-Gen, but all characters are over the age of consent. Sorry about the copious amount of italic in this chapter.
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter universe and all who reside in it belong to JK Rowling and affiliates. No money is being made from this work of fan fiction and no offence is intended. The characters depicted in this fiction are over the age of consent for sexual situations.
Chapter three here.
Chapter Four
Harry was sitting at the table in the library looking over his Potions text book when he felt a pulling at his zipper. As he looked down, the desk seemed to dissolve, and he saw Sirius kneeling before him, in the process of removing Harry’s very erect cock from his pants.
‘What are you…oh…gods! Sirius, that feels good…’
Sirius’ grey eyes smiled as he stared up at Harry, his mouth now encasing the teenager’s prick.
The older man’s head bobbed up and down in his lap, Harry groaning as the thick, broad tongue worked bloody magic on his sensitive tip. His head fell back, and, through his eyelashes, he saw Remus watching them from the door way.
His mouth opened to make an excuse, to find a good reason to explain the fact the werewolf’s partner currently had his mouth wrapped around Harry’s cock. But as he struggled for words, Remus’ hand shifted to his zip and tugged it down, his blue eyes watching hungrily as Sirius devoured Harry’s dick. Harry’s tongue slipped out to wet his dry lips as Remus lazily fisted his long cock, eyes fixed on his lover's raven head as the other man sucked Harry greedily.
Harry mouthed, ‘Come here,’ to the brown-haired man, seeing him smirk before he obeyed, coming closer until Harry could reach out and guide Remus’ prick between his lips. Remus moaned loudly, rocking his hips so his cock drove forcefully in and out of Harry’s welcoming mouth.
Too soon, the werewolf’s pace was frantic and then, with a groan, he was coming down Harry's throat and the young man swallowed hard to avoid choking as he felt the burn of his own orgasm. Remus’ cock slipped out of Harry’s mouth as the bespectacled boy arched up in the chair, grabbing a handful of Sirius’ black hair as he came into the man's mouth with a loud cry...
‘Sirius!’
‘Oh, for fuck’s sake…!’
Harry groaned and grimaced as his bleary, sleep-crusted eyes peered down at the mess in his pyjama pants. ‘I just bloody washed those,' he muttered to himself.
He sighed, ignoring the uncomfortable stickiness as he gathered fresh clothes and headed for the shower, hoping Ron was still asleep on their first day off from training. He was, and Harry quickly washed the evidence of his dream away, frustrated.
It had been nearly a week since he’d propositioned Sirius and Remus and he had yet to get a response. Sirius had owled him the day after he'd asked, telling him that he and Remus were leaving Grimmauld Place for a short holiday and that they would contact him when they returned. He added that they needed some time to think about what he’d asked and that Harry give them some space to do so.
‘This is no small thing you’ve asked of us, Harry. There are many things Remus and I have to consider first and we need to do that together. Please don’t take this as a rejection or us trying to shut you out…we just need some time to think about this.’
Harry understood that the couple would need some time to talk over whether or not they would invite another man into their bed, but had hoped they wouldn’t need this much discussion time. As he dressed and made his way to the kitchen of his flat, he thought, yet again, about the two men and their differing reactions to his revelation and proposition.
Sirius had seemed amused that his godson was as queer as he himself was, hiding his chuckles from a sterner Remus. Surprisingly, it was Sirius who seemed the least flustered by his request that the couple teach him about sex with men. He wasn’t as concerned about the ‘godfather’ tag as Harry feared he would be and, when the older man walked him to the door, his words had given Harry reason to hope.
‘Harry, are you sure about this? Once we step over that line, our relationship is never going to be the same.’
‘I know. But I’ve thought about this, Sirius. I…I’ve dreamed about this - constantly.’
He saw a flush spread across Sirius’ cheeks and the man put his hands on Harry’s shoulders and leaned close. ‘You are really serious about this, aren’t you?’
Harry nodded, his voice soft but firm. ‘I am.’
Sirius bit his lip then said, ‘I’ll talk to Remus and see what he thinks. I won’t do anything he’s not comfortable with.’
‘I know. That’s why I love you.’
He didn’t know what had come over him then, but he’d leaned in and kissed Sirius on the lips. The older man looked so shocked that Harry couldn’t help but smile as he left.
He wasn’t smiling now though, as he fixed himself breakfast. Why was it taking so damn long for them to make up their minds? Poking at the soggy cereal, he answered his own question.
Remus.
After their brief parting conversation, Harry was almost certain that Sirius would be willing to do what he’d asked - he was very comfortable with his sexuality and would have a sense of humour about it, but he wouldn’t do it unless Remus was comfortable with it as well. Remus was…proper, serious, unfailingly polite…oh, Harry knew he had to have a sense of fun (he was a Marauder and Sirius’ boyfriend - he wouldn’t have survived this long as either without a funny bone), but his sense of responsibility and propriety was far more well developed than his partner’s. Harry knew that if anyone stood in the way of this plan, it would be Remus; Sirius wouldn’t do it without his approval. He loved the other man too much to do anything that would hurt him so Harry just hoped Sirius’ charm would help melt Remus’ reservations.
The two men really were complete opposites, but in a complicated way, were just perfect for each other - and Harry had wondered several times throughout the last few weeks how he never figured out they were together until it was practically thrown in his face. They weren’t flagrant with their togetherness, but they didn’t hide it either. Remus had never moved out of Grimmauld Place after the war was over, despite having his own shack still. Sirius bought him all his essentials and clothing - grinning as a resigned looking Remus ‘modelled’ new robes for him whilst Harry was there one day, and his godfather sometimes joked about how well he kept ‘his wife, Remus‘ (for which he received a cuff about the ears). They were affectionate - ruffling hair, touching a shoulder or hand - and they stood far too close to each other, sharing intimate smiles and jokes that no one else got.
Watching them now, Harry was almost embarrassed by how oblivious he had been.
They had given him permission to tell his best friends about them - only his best friends. They didn’t want to be blatant about their romantic status when the public's interest in Sirius was nearly as feverish as it was for Harry, and news about the man's romantic life would be eagerly gobbled up by the press. Conditions for werewolves had improved slightly after the war, but the wheels of bureaucracy took their sweet time to turn - even with a friendly Kingsley Shacklebolt as Minister for Magic - and Remus didn’t want Sirius’ entrance back into society marred by the fact he was shagging a Dark Creature.
Neither man wanted to see the details of their relationship splattered across the front page of the 'Daily Prophet' - both enjoyed their privacy too much, although Sirius had once brashly declared that he would fuck Remus stupid on Rita Skeeter’s desk if it were up to him, making Harry giggle and Remus leave the room hurriedly, his face burning.
Hermione, of course, claimed she’d figured it out years ago, but had respected their apparent wish to not broadcast the relationship and told no one. Ron had been clueless - and a little less accepting than Harry would have expected… which was why Harry had told neither of his friends about his own predilections. Hermione, with an Inner Eye that put Professor Trelawney’s to shame, probably had a hunch, but as she and Ron were now a couple, Harry didn’t feel comfortable confirming her suspicions then asking her to keep the information from the redhead. Harry hated keeping such a big part of himself from his best friends, but until he could be sure of Ron’s reaction to the news that the bloke who used to date his baby sister was now craving cock, he would keep the information quiet.
The man himself stumbled into the room now, startling red hair poking up all over his head as he rubbed his blue eyes. He’d obviously just rolled out of bed - not even bothering to pull a shirt on before coming to the table. Harry wondered if he'd be so comfortable walking about half-naked if he knew his flat mate fancied blokes. Trying to smooth out the worried frown that creased his brow, he shot a quick smile at his mate.
‘Morning, Ron.’
‘Hey.’
Ron wasn’t a morning person so Harry just quietly pushed the cereal box across the table as the other man flopped into a chair, his silky boxers making his backside slip across the seat of the chair. He swore as he nearly shot off the chair and under the table, pulling himself back up and mumbling choice swear words under his breath as he poured the muesli into his bowl.
Harry stifled a laugh then took his bowl to the sink and rinsed it. His thoughts returned to Remus and Sirius; so immersed in speculation as to why they hadn't answered him yet that his wandering mind did not register the tap, tap, tap on the window until Ron lost patience and snapped at him.
‘Harry, are you going to let that frigging thing in or watch it try and break through the glass?’
Harry blinked and saw Sirius’ owl looking back at him through the window over the sink.
‘Sorry.’
He flung open the window and the owl hopped inside, staring reproachfully at Harry for taking his time to let him in before he held out his leg. Harry mumbled an apology to the brown-and-black-flecked bird as he untied the roll of parchment. Then he grabbed a handful of owl treats from a jar on the window sill and threw it down in front of it as he twisted the note in his hand, seeing his name in Sirius’ handwriting. His stomach churned with nerves and he gave the owl’s head a scratch as he considered the possible contents of the letter. His body thrummed with excitement at the thought of there being a positive response in the note, but it was tempered with a little doubt - would they really say yes?
‘Sirius?’
Harry looked up with a frown. ‘What?’
‘The note. From Sirius? It's his owl...are he and Lupin back?’
‘Mmm, I guess.’
Ron nodded and shovelled food into his mouth. Harry cocked his head and stared contemplatively at his friend, deciding to test the waters.
‘Ron, are you alright with them now? Remus and Sirius? Them being together?’
Ron’s jaw movement slowed as he looked up at Harry then he swallowed. ‘Er, yeah, I guess. I…I can’t really understand it myself, but…well, Hermione said that a person isn’t defined by who they fall in love with…’
He looked a little baffled and Harry guessed he hadn’t really understood his girlfriend’s words, his theory proving correct with Ron’s next words.
‘I’m still not sure what she was on about, but I’m alright with them. They’re still the same people they were before I knew they were…together. Sirius is pretty cool…and Hermione adores Lupin. I reckon she was a bit disappointed to find out that he likes blokes, actually…’
Harry laughed then was startled as the owl shifted under his hand and took off out the window, having eaten all the treats. Obviously it hadn’t been told to wait for a reply.
‘What’s he say then?’
‘Hmm?’
‘Sirius. Merlin, Harry! What’s going on with you?’
‘Nothing… sorry. I… I’m going to the bathroom. What are you doing today?’
‘Hermione’s at work so I thought I’d go and see George… check how he’s coping…’
Harry felt a shot of guilt and his excitement over the note faded. George, Ron’s older brother, had lost his twin brother in the Final Battle; had lost him fighting for Harry.
‘I’ll come with you…’ he said immediately but Ron shook his head.
‘No, that’s alright. You probably want to see Sirius and Lupin.’
‘They can wait…’
‘Harry, I saw your face when you got that letter. You’ve been waiting for them to come back all week. It’s fine. I’ll tell George you said hi - and maybe you’ll call in over the weekend…’
‘Sure,' Harry said with a nod. 'Thanks.’
His mood far less buoyant than it had been a minute earlier, he trudged back up to the second floor and flopped onto his bed, the unopened note still clutched in his hand. Fred Weasley had been a wicked bloke - he and George inseparable… except by death. George wasn’t coping very well under all his bravado. He was throwing himself into his work at the joke store Harry had financed and his once ever-present grin was a rare sight.
I’ve been neglecting him. I’ll go and see him this weekend.
He rolled the cylinder of parchment between his fingers several times before he snapped. ‘Oh, have some fucking balls, Potter. You’re a Gryffindor, for Merlin‘s sake.’
He unfurled the scrap of paper - all his fear seeming ridiculous when he saw the few words scrawled on the paper.
Harry, Come for lunch with us. Sirius and Remus.
It could mean nothing; it could mean everything, and Harry wasn’t completely sure he wanted to go and find out.
TBC...