Warnings: Teenagers doing wildly inappropriate things in inappropriate places
The Best Christmas Ever
A/N: Gift fic for karasu_hime, written for the Secret Santa Exchange on lupin_snape. Story and characterizations of Snape and Lupin inspired by Karasu's artwork in general, with scenes based on specific pieces.
Disclaimer: Characters aren't mine, but I'll take the liberty of giving them away anyway ;)
IX: Secret Exchange
(A/N: Based on First Time , artwork by karasu_hime)</i>
Remus had been bored with watching James flirt with Lily and Peter flirt with his chocolate and Sirius flirt with everyone else, and it had been an impulse that prompted him to slide under the table at the Three Broomsticks and suck Severus off. An impulse that was well worth it. There was something exceptionally exciting about something so forbidden, but even more, it had sparked a competition that lasted the remainder of the week.
On Monday, Severus repaid the effort by partnering with Remus in Herbology, and spending half the class with his hand in Remus' trousers. On Tuesday, it was during the Astronomy lesson that Remus passed one lascivious note after another to Severus. On Wednesday, there was a faint, feather-light touch against the back of Remus' neck through the entire class, and Remus suspected that Severus' seeming rapt attention to the lesson was an act to disguise his apparent mastery of nonverbal magic.
During Potions on Thursday, Remus attempted to accost Severus in the supply closet, but Severus told him bluntly to go away, and that left Remus in a pithy mood for the remainder of the class until he saw the smug look on Severus' face when Slughorn praised his Frigibrew as the most effective he'd ever seen. Surprisingly, that self-pleased expression Severus wore at the praise left Remus with almost as heady a feeling as the look on Severus' face when he was about to come.
Friday, after Defense, Remus penned a quick note and dropped it onto Severus' desk as he filed out of the classroom. Saturday was a Quidditch match again—Ravenclaw and Gryffindor this time—and that meant the Gryffindor tower would be empty once more. Remus just hoped it would stay empty longer this time.
On Saturday morning, after another lie to Sirius about why he wasn't going to the game, Remus waited outside the Gryffindor common room, his foot wedged into the door to keep it from shutting. Severus appeared a few minutes later, a book tucked under his arm, his eyes darting around, as though looking for danger.
"Come on, quick!" Remus hissed, gesturing for Severus to hurry.
With a final look around, Severus did, and darted through the door. As soon as the portrait hole had closed, Remus wrapped his arms around Severus, and their lips met in a frenzied, frantic kiss as though they hadn't spent the last week finding inappropriate places to bring each other off.
"No, not the couch," Remus whispered as Severus moved into the common room.
"Upstairs. This way." Remus tugged on Severus' hand, pulling him to the spiral staircase leading to the boys' dormitories. Severus stumbled along after him, and when they reached the circular room, empty of roommates for the moment, Severus stopped and looked around.
"This is where you sleep?" he asked, extending a hand towards a crimson velvet curtain tied back to reveal a sturdy oak four-poster bed.
Remus sat on his own bed, pulling off his shoes. "This one's mine."
Severus nodded, his hand falling short of actually touching the curtain, and his eyes drifted to Remus' bed, watching him.
Remus pulled off his socks, tucking them into his shoes. "Are you coming over here or not?" he asked as he began to unbutton his shirt.
"What are we doing?" Severus asked, sinking stiffly onto the soft mattress.
With a smile, Remus leaned over and brushed his lips against Severus' again. "What do you want to do?"
Severus' eyes widened, and he turned his attention to his own shoes and socks, which joined Remus' on the floor in a tangle of shoestrings and leather. "What do you want to do?" he asked, not meeting Remus' eyes.
Remus caught the edge of Severus' shirt and lifted it up over his head. "Everything," he replied.
Shirts landed on the floor in a heap, and trousers followed, and they lay on top of the scarlet bedspread, almost naked, but not quite. They'd never both been naked at the same time, and Remus wasn't sure if he was nervous or excited, or a little bit of both as he pulled Severus into his arms. Skin against skin, with nothing to separate them—it was a tantalizing, heady sensation.
Heart beating wildly in anticipation, Remus shoved his hands into Severus' underpants, pushing them down over those slender hips that had been driving him crazy for six weeks. The way Severus moved into his hands left him breathlessly desperate to claim whatever part of Severus' body he hadn't already made his.
Severus straddled Remus' hips, his bum thrust into the air as they kissed. With a groan, Remus grasped Severus' arse, massaging firmly as Severus' cock tapped against his stomach, impatient at being made to wait. Remus drew his fingertip lightly over Severus' buttocks, and Severus shivered, arching his head back and lowering his hips.
Remus thrust his hips up to meet Severus' cock, and as they ground against each other, Remus worked his fingertip between Severus' buttocks, and Severus stopped moving suddenly, his hands braced on either side of Remus' chest, his knees on either side of Remus' hips.
"Do you know what you're doing?" Severus asked with a frown.
For a moment, Remus faltered, then shook his head. "No. Do you want me to stop?"
Still frowning, Severus rocked back into Remus' hand. Remus worked his finger to Severus' opening, and Severus frowned harder.
"Does that hurt?" Remus asked. Severus opened and closed his mouth several times, saying nothing, and Remus finally moved his hand back to Severus' hip, stroking gently. "It's not supposed to hurt."
Severus eased himself onto the mattress beside Remus and slipped his hand into Remus' underpants. "I think we're supposed to use a lubricant or... something..."
Remus caught his lower lip between his teeth as Severus tugged his underpants down.
"Lift up," Severus said, nudging his hips.
Lifting his hips obligingly, Remus let Severus push his underpants down to his ankles, then kicked them onto the floor with the rest of their clothes. "What do you think we're supposed to use?" Remus asked.
"I don't know," Severus said. "I've never done this before."
Momentarily thwarted, Remus rolled onto his side, supporting his head on his hand as his cock nudged against Severus' cock. Severus rolled onto his side as well, and their eyes were locked on each other for a long moment.
"I bet James has something," Remus said finally, rolling off the bed. "Everyone knows he's getting it on with Lily."
The expression that crossed Severus' face puzzled Remus, but he didn't say anything as he crossed the room and began rummaging through James' bedside table. He didn't find anything that looked even vaguely useful in James' belongings.
"Don't you have any lotion or anything?" Severus asked, rolling off the bed as well.
"No," Remus said. "Do you just have lotion lying around?"
"What do you use when you're wanking?" Severus asked, ignoring the question as he pointed to another bed. "Whose is that?"
Remus looked over his shoulder at the bed Severus was pointing at. "Peter's," he said, moving towards Sirius' bedside table. "I usually wank in the shower."
"Oh." There was nothing in Sirius' drawer either, and Remus was considering looking in Frank Longbottom's drawer when Severus said, "Aha!"
Remus turned around to find Severus holding up his prize—a tube labeled 'KY Jelly: Personal lubricant.' Remus' eyes widened slightly. "What's Peter doing with..."
"He's obviously up to more than you give him credit for," Severus said with a smirk. "Come on. He'll never know the difference."
With another glance at Peter's bed, Remus let Severus lead him back to his own rumpled covers. "So do you think I'm supposed to put this on me or you?" he asked as Severus rearranged the pillows.
"I don't think it matters," Severus replied, straddling the pillows and leaning forward. "Just..."
"Do it?" Remus asked.
Severus nodded. He folded his arms atop the pillow and put his head down, looking back at Remus as Remus opened the tube and squeezed a bead of gel onto his fingers. Remus hesitated for a moment, then spread the lubricant onto his cock and braced his hands on Severus' hips as he pushed against Severus' bum. His cock slid down between Severus' buttocks and butted against his balls, drawing a gasp from the head of the bed.
"Sorry," Remus said, blushing a bit at his clumsiness.
Severus didn't say anything, and Remus couldn't see enough of his expression to tell if his eyes were squeezed shut against pain, or in pleasure. Grasping his cock in his hand, Remus tried again, guiding it to Severus' opening. As he pressed inside, he heard a soft sound from Severus, and as he pressed further in, the sound grew louder.
"Are you all right?" Remus asked.
"M-maybe we should do this another time," Severus said, his voice cracking.
Remus bit his lip and nodded, pulling out again. He was sure that it was a sigh of relief that Severus breathed. "Sorry," Remus said again as Severus lowered himself onto the pillows.
Severus shrugged as Remus settled onto the bed beside him. Remus pulled Severus towards him, trying to ignore how Severus' cock was no longer hard.
"We'll try it again another time," Remus said, trying to ignore how hard his own cock still was.
Severus looked doubtful, but nodded, lying stiffly on the bed beside him.
"Are you angry with me?"
"Come here." Remus opened his arms, and Severus rolled into them, burying his head against Remus' chest.
"Are you upset with me?" Severus asked, his words muffled.
They lay together for quite a while, and, after a bit, they both relaxed. They'd never been able to linger, either, but it was surprisingly comfortable, lying in bed together. Remus stroked Severus' back absently, thinking about what he might have done wrong. His hand brushed against Severus' hip, and Severus tensed suddenly.
"What's wrong?" Remus asked, tightening his arms around Severus.
"Why are you so tense?" Severus didn't answer right away, and Remus caressed his bum again. "Do you want to do something else?" Remus asked, nuzzling his shoulder.
"I..." Whatever he'd been intending to say, it didn't go very far. Remus leaned forward and kissed his lips.
"Can I try again?" he asked. Severus' eyes widened, but Remus caressed his face to stay any protest. "I'll go slower," he promised. "And you tell me if you want me to stop and I will, and I'll never bring it up again. Promise." He meant the promise, but conviction was something he had in spades at sixteen.
"All right," Severus whispered. Remus grinned and kissed him again, then slipped out of bed and across the room. Severus turned his head, watching. "What are you doing?"
"Checking on the game," Remus replied, moving the curtain aside and peering out the window towards the Quidditch pitch. He couldn't make out much, but there was a dark shimmer to the stands that he assumed was the crowd. There was certainly no evidence of them coming back yet. "They're still playing."
Remus climbed onto the bed again and leaned over Severus, kissing his cheek as he nudged him to turn over. Severus turned, and after a few minutes of arranging pillows and limbs, they were in the position they'd been in before—Severus on his knees, leaning forward to rest his head on his arms, his bum in the air, Remus kneeling behind him.
Reaching for the lube, Remus squeezed a bit more onto his fingertip and slid his finger between Severus' buttocks. "How's that?" he asked, rubbing lightly. "Does that hurt?"
"No," Severus replied. Again, Remus couldn't see enough of his face to be sure, but there was no strain to Severus' voice. Remus drew his finger out, added more of the gel and pressed it in again, touching Severus' opening. Severus tensed, and Remus dropped the tube on the bed, sliding his other hand over Severus' back and around his waist.
"What about that?" he asked.
"I'll tell you if it hurts," Severus said, turning his head so that it was buried in his arms.
If this was how sex was supposed to go, Remus wasn't sure he understood what all the fuss was. Wanking and sucking each other off was much more fun. He persisted, though, pressing his fingertip into Severus, sliding it in and out with slow, shallow strokes. After a moment, Severus seemed to relax a little, so Remus pressed his finger in further, and then a little further.
He added a second finger, moving slowly again, waiting to feel Severus relax each time before pressing deeper. Severus seemed to be relaxing more by the minute, and Remus began to increase his speed. Suddenly, Severus gasped and thrust back against him, and when Remus looked at him, his eyes were wide.
"Did that hurt?" Remus asked, pausing.
"No," Severus said, rocking back and forth. "Do that again."
"I don't know. Whatever you just did."
Remus pressed his fingers deep into Severus' arse again, and Severus groaned. A slow smile spread across Remus' face. "You like that?" he asked, thrusting his fingers into Severus again.
"Yes," Severus hissed, clutching at the bedspread.
Remus moved his fingers around, trying to figure out what he was doing that felt so good. He knew the minute he touched whatever it was that Severus wanted him to touch, because Severus whimpered. "There?" Remus asked.
"Oh. God. Yes."
Remus bent over Severus, grasping his cock, once again stiff, with his left hand while he continued to thrust his fingers in and out of Severus' arse, curling them so they hit the point of pleasure that made Severus gasp and moan. Watching Severus thrust back against him, feeling the hard, quivering cock in his hand, listening to groans and whimpers, Remus felt his own desire soaring to heights he'd never imagined. "Is it all right if I..."
When Remus drew his fingers out of Severus and let go of his cock, Severus whimpered, burying his head again. Remus straightened again, resting one hand on Severus' bum, using the other to guide his cock to Severus' opening. He pressed in slowly, his eyes widening at the excruciating pleasure of Severus' tight arse around his hard, aching cock.
"Please," Severus whispered, his features contorted again.
Remus took a deep breath, and thrust into Severus, and Severus cried out sharply. "I'm not hu—"
"You're not hurting me," Severus panted. "Again."
Remus drew back and thrust in again, and Severus rocked back to meet him. Closing his eyes, Remus braced his hands on Severus' hips, thrusting again and again, each thrust met with an explosion of sensation that threatened to be his undoing. He bit his lip, trying desperately to hold onto the feeling as he thrust into Severus again and again, each time a little harder.
Severus shifted beneath him, and Remus opened his eyes again, watching in dumb fascination as Severus groped for his cock with one hand. The sight of Severus pumping desperately at his cock, watching his own cock disappear into Severus' arse again and again, hearing the strangled groans and shuddering sighs as they both explored new plateaus of pleasure, Remus felt like he was flying, soaring somewhere above the clouds on wings of anxious desperation.
He felt a tightening in his balls, and whispered hoarsely, "I'm about to... to..."
Severus cried out again, and it took Remus a minute to realize that Severus was coming over his hand. That was all he could take, and he thrust deep into Severus, burying his cock as he came. They both collapsed into a quivering, sweating, panting heap on the bed, their legs tangled together, their eyes burning with newly sated desire.
"We have to stop waiting for Quidditch matches," Severus said, gasping for air.
Remus laughed, pulling him closer and holding him tight.