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Late Night Fantasies - James/Remus
First posted on hp_springsmut: 03-08-2007


Title: Late Night Fantasies
Author: iheartbowie
HP Springsmut Recipient: enderxenocide
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: James/Remus
Summary: When it’s too hard to fall asleep, there’s always a way to tire yourself out. It’s just hard to keep it secret from everyone else.
Warnings: frottage, wanking, first time
Word Count: @2,500
Author's Notes: This was originally written for enderxenocide at hp_springsmut. Much thanks to my betas who kicked ass.




It was currently "way too bloody early" o’clock in the morning and Remus Lupin was tossing and turning for the 874th time. (He’d been keeping count in the hopes that it would help him fall asleep instead of counting sheep.) His mind continued to run at a maddening pace and he could not seem to find a way to relax, though. There was too much work for him to be doing for this to be a good idea. The following day he still had hours of notes to re-read, not to mention the workload of a nearly finished seventh year on top of that.

Remus flopped onto his back with a sigh. He had tried nearly everything, even going so far as to ask for a cup of warm milk from the house-elf that cleaned the common room overnight. It had settled pleasantly in his stomach, but he was still awake. The young werewolf let out a small groan of frustration. It wasn’t fair. He could hear the snores from his dorm mates on all sides. Why was it that they were sleeping peacefully and he was stuck tossing and turning? He was the only responsible one out of the four of them.

Wait! There was one thing that he had not tried yet. It seemed so completely obvious that Remus actually smacked himself in the forehead. He sat up quickly and glanced at the beds around him. Satisfied that they were all still asleep, Remus quietly shut the curtains around his bed and lay back down. He shimmied out of his pajama bottoms and his boxers. Wanking had to be the best way to fall asleep when one was having trouble.

The first step of every good wank was having something to think about. Remus was not exactly "in the mood" at that moment and since this was the most vital part, Remus flipped through his mental catalog of attractive thoughts. Admittedly, most of his fantasies involved boys. Girls, while attractive, simply did not "cut it" for him. There was simply something much more arousing about reaching out to touch somebody with similar bits that pleased Remus to no end.

Remus’s most recent fantasy involved the Ravenclaw Quidditch captain and a steaming hot shower. He had accidentally walked in on the captain while trying to find James after the last match. It seemed to Remus that it would be impossible not to enjoy the thought of anyone soapy and wet from the shower. It was possible that even Peter could be attractive when wet however that thought did nothing to help Remus get "in the mood."

No, it was much more interesting to think about that Ravenclaw with his dark hair and eyes. Remus recalled stopping in his tracks as he came upon him unexpectedly at the open shower in the boys’ locker room. He had watched appreciatively as the boy had soaped himself down, his back to Remus. He had licked his lips appreciatively wondering just what the clean skin would taste like.

Remus had reached down unconsciously to rub against himself, enjoying the thought of the memory, but when the boy in his head turned around, all of his sensual thoughts came to a crashing halt. There was a reason why he had not dug too deep into the memory prior to this. When the boy had turned to face Remus, his eyes had been closed and one seemed to have swelled shut to an ugly purple shade. The boy had taken a Bludger to the face and it was rather difficult to find a black eye attractive.

This isn’t going to work, Remus groaned. I need to think of anyone else. Just as long as I can finally go to sleep!

There was no shortage of attractive boys at Hogwarts. Remus idly tossed around the notion of a few of them, trying to find the right one for the moment. There was that blond Hufflepuff with the long fingers. He looked attractive whenever he was holding a quill. Or perhaps that Slytherin with the dark eyes that seemed to look right though you. He could make Remus weak in the knees with just a brief glance. No, he wanted a Quidditch player to go with his shower fantasy.

It would require the proper lean figure. Quidditch was certainly a sport that could tone a figure perfectly. There would probably be a few scars, but otherwise his skin would be perfect and a nice shade of light bronze from being outdoors so much. It would be smooth and slick to the touch, covered in soap. Remus would practically glide across the body, touching it with every bit of himself that he could.

The moment would be perfect when they began to rock groin to groin. Remus imagined that he would be pushed against the wall of the shower. The icy feel of the tiles against his back would do nothing to quell the burning heat of friction against his front. His hands would be held over his head with one broom; calloused hand. His head would fall back against the tiles as his fantasy Quidditch player would lave and bite at his ears and throat.

Remus tried to push down the moan that threatened to pour from his mouth. He had not remembered to put up a silencing charm around his bed and he did not want to wake anyone up. He brought his free hand up to cover his mouth, biting down a bit on the back of his hand.

The fantasy was perfect. The boy would know the exact moment when Remus was about to completely come undone. He would grind all the more against Remus and purr in a husky voice, "Look at me." That familiar smirk and blue eyes would bore into him. Yes…yes…yes…

Remus’s hand jerked roughly on his length and his eyes shot open as he could no longer hold back his release. Now sated, Remus fished weakly around for his wand and muttered a quick cleaning charm before rolling onto his stomach and promptly passing out cold.

*

Remus woke when his alarm went off the following day. He was still tired, but with a faint bounce to his step. Sometimes it was just nice to release a little bit of tension. He still arrived in the Great Hall before his friends and was already nose deep in a book when they arrived.

Sirius was as loud as usual, laughing and posing himself for nearly anyone that would look at him. James joined in at all the appropriate moments, glancing more than a few times at Remus. Peter was ever the silent worshiper, applauding and laughing in obvious adoration. It was a wonder that Remus was able to get as much work done as he did. After nearly seven years of this behavior, Remus found it more difficult to work in silence than with all of the noise.

The rest of the day passed in much of the same way. After classes, Remus headed to the library to finish off a detailed report for Defense. He needed just a few more notes and knew what book would be necessary to complete the last of it.

"Psst!"

Remus stopped and turned to the source of the sudden sound. James was lounging against the wall behind him, grinning from ear to ear. Remus knew what that grin meant; James wore it whenever he had something up his sleeve.

"Come here for a minute," James instructed, motioning Remus to follow him down one of the castle’s many hidden passageways.

Remus trailed behind James curiously until they stopped in an unused classroom. James sat down on the window ledge and pulled out a half empty pack of cigarettes.

"Fag?" James offered, holding out the pack to Remus. Remus shook his head, so James pulled out one for himself. He lit it with the tip of his wand, letting the smoke drift out of the open window.

Remus shifted nervously from one foot to the other. "Was there something that you wanted to talk to me about?" he asked.

James took a long drag from his cigarette, the smoke curling around his head. He let it all out just as slowly, turning to face Remus once he was done. "I heard you last night," he said, his grin turning into a smirk.

Remus’s eyes widened and he could feel his cheeks get hot. "Well…I…uhh…you see…I was…having trouble…"

"You called my name when you finished."

Remus’s jaw dropped. That was not possible, was it? He played through his mind what the fantasy from the night before had been. The shower with the Quidditch player...and then he was opening his eyes and staring up into a pair of blue eyes…and OH MY GOD!

He had been staring up at a mop of black hair that nearly covered the familiar blue eyes. The smirk across his fantasy's face was the exact same one that James was wearing at that moment. The only thing missing had been the pair of round frames. There was no way to doubt that he had been wanking to the thought of James Potter rutting with him in the shower.

Remus rubbed his cheeks frantically, trying to cover up a bit of his embarrassment. "I didn’t exactly…you see, I wasn’t intentionally…I was just trying to go to sleep…"

"So that means you wouldn’t be interested in trying it out," James asked, arching a brow.

Remus sputtered for a moment, looking up at James. "I…well…you see…I…"

James flicked the cigarette out the window and stood up smoothly. His next movements might not have been considered graceful by any means, more predatory perhaps. He moved toward Remus faster than he could possibly register, pinning Remus between his own toned and lithe body and a desk.

"You seemed to have enjoyed yourself a great deal. You aren’t interested in seeing if the real thing would be any better?" James asked, hovering over Remus.

Remus closed his eyes and tried to push down the lump that had suddenly cut off his ability to speak properly. This most likely would have been much easier if he had imagined someone else, like Sirius for example. No one would have been surprised if Remus professed a fleeting fantasy about having sex with Sirius. There were only a few students over the age of 13 that professed they would not like to participate in naked games with Sirius Black. Of course, Sirius proclaimed that after one night he could win them all.

James was different. James was so busy staring at Lily Evans that it almost made him untouchable. James also claimed that he was completely straight, or when he was feeling particularly romantic, "Lily-sexual". Never in the entire time that they had been friends had Remus ever entertained the notion that James Potter was an object of lust.

He looked up into the same blue eyes that he had seen the night before in his fantasy. Remus let out an unconscious shuddering breath and James’s smirk grew just a bit wider.

When did James suddenly take a fancy to boys? Remus wondered frantically.

"So where were we?" James asked, leaning in to let his nose faintly brush against Remus’s ear.

Shivers ran down his spine and Remus felt James’s arms hold him more securely around the waist. At least he was considerate enough to not let him fall on his ass. Remus forced himself to respond before he could look like a complete idiot.

"The showers…in the boys’ changing room…"

"Hmmm…not bad. I like the idea of a wet, soapy body."

James’s voice was nearly a purr in Remus's ear and an involuntary moan escaped his lips. Remus bit down on his bottom lip quickly, blushing even harder. James laughed, the rumble of it coursing through Remus where their chests touched.

"Where were you in this equation?" James asked next.

"Up…against the wall…you were holding my hands…over my head…" Remus breathed out in between pants.

"So you wanted to give up all of your control to me. That’s surprising," James said. For a moment he seemed to be thinking on the matter seriously. "What else did we do?"

Remus knew that all of his blood was pooled in his abdomen and that thinking clearly was beginning to become difficult. It took him just a brief moment to process the question asked of him. His eyes fluttered shut and he stood limply in the circle of James’s arms. "You were…uhhh…rocking against me…"

It appeared that this pleased James enough to warrant biting down roughly on Remus’s neck. Remus cried out, arching up against James, desperate for the same friction he had felt in his fantasy. It appeared that James might have had a similar thought if the hardness in his own trousers was any indication.

"Unfortunately the wall is just a bit too far away for this," James said quickly before sweeping his leg under Remus’s. They slipped to the floor, Remus landing with a thump on his back. He did not have time to care however, as James was tugging at his pants and working at the bite mark on his neck with his tongue.

Remus felt a brief cold breeze, but it was quickly replaced by the heat of James’s erection being pressed up to his length. James muttered a brief spell into Remus’s neck and he was suddenly falling into a blissful paradise. James had coated them both in soapy water and they glided perfectly against one another.

"Oh…yes…yes…yes…" Remus cried, arching up to meet every rock of James’s hips.

James grabbed Remus’s hands, pinning them roughly to the floor with one hand. He turned his attention back to the bite mark on Remus’s throat, finally breaking the skin and tasting the faint tang of blood on his tongue. With the mixture of pleasure and pain, Remus was sent spiraling into his completion, thrusting weakly and moaning.

Remus lay limply on the floor while James arched into him just a few more times before spilling himself across Remus’s chest. He then propped himself up on his hands so as not to put his full weight on Remus, taking several slow breaths. Finally, he stood up, quickly cleaned himself up and righted his clothing. He pulled out the pack of cigarettes and put them on the desk beside Remus.

"Just in case you change your mind," James said before giving a faint salute and heading out of the classroom.

Remus panted for several long moments, trying to figure out what had just happened. It felt as if he had fallen into some sort of alternate universe. He stood up on shaky legs, using the desk to help himself up. He pulled out his own wand and muttered a quick cleaning charm. Once his clothing was settled in its proper place, he looked down at the pack of cigarettes.

"I suppose I will have that fag now," Remus mused. He pulled one out and moved to where James had been sitting just a few moments earlier.