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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Sirius_Black/Remus_Lupin
  Character:
      Sirius_Black, Remus_Lupin, James_Potter, Peter_Pettigrew, Regulus_Black,
      Lily_Evans
  Additional Tags:
      Outdoor_Sex, Established_Relationship
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-10-15 Words: 1322
****** Quidditch Fever ******
by epithalamium
Summary
     That was some game, wasn't it, lads?
     Your good old-fashioned PWP.
Notes
     Title: Quidditch Fever
     Characters/Pairings: Sirius/Remus, James, Peter, Regulus, a whole
     crowd of other nameless people
     Rating: NC-17 for sex and language
     Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all related characters is to JK Rowling
     and associates.
     Summary: That was some game, wasn't it, lads?
     Word count: 1,300~
     Notes/Warnings: Outdoor sex. Your good old-fashioned PWP. This one's
     for fayte.
Gryffindor was sixty points ahead, and if James caught the Snitch now, it would
place them as a top contender for the Quidditch Final. Remus, who wasn’t really
the frenzied shouting sort of supporter, found himself calling out
encouragement to his best friend along with the rest of the crowd, as well as a
more private, ‘Get ‘em, Prongs!’ when James flew close enough to where they
were watching from the stands.
‘Don’t fall off your broom,’ Sirius added with a wink as James flipped him two
fingers.
‘Ooh!’ Peter exclaimed. Regulus was manoeuvring around the Gryffindor Chasers,
racing towards the other side of the pitch and Remus could see James’s mouth
form the word ‘Fuck’. Across the pitch, Remus could barely make out the flash
of glittering wings as the Golden Snitch caught whatever sunlight was allowed
by the overcast sky.
‘Don’t sit there with your mouth open!’ Lily Evans was shouting from somewhere
behind Remus. ‘Go after the bloody Snitch, Potter!’
This last was taken up by the crowd, starting from the Gryffindors and then by
Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs alike, ‘Potter! Potter!’ nearly drowning out the
derisive hissing from the Slytherins, and James was after the Snitch himself,
slowly catching up with Regulus.
‘Someone push that git from his broom!’ Sirius said, with a grin. One of the
Gryffindor Beaters--Remus couldn’t make out if it was Dearborn or Vance--raised
one hand in salute in Sirius’s general direction before heading to the far side
of the pitch, where James had managed to fly a couple of metres behind Regulus.
‘Potter! Potter!’ The noise was deafening. Dearborn (or Vance) had managed to
swing a Bludger in Regulus’s direction and the Slytherin Seeker had to veer a
couple of feet off course to avoid getting trepanned. Everyone lost sight of
the Snitch in the ensuing chaos; James and Regulus were both frowning, as much
at themselves as each other from the look of it.
But intent as he was on the match, Remus couldn’t ignore the pair of hands that
had surreptitiously lifted his robes from behind, whisper of callused fingers
against his bare skin, dipping down tracing the knobs of his spine under his
jumper, past the waistline of his trousers...
He made a small sound of protest that was swallowed by the dismayed roar from
the crowd as one of the Slytherin Chasers scored a goal.
‘Shhh.’ Sirius’s breath was warm against Remus’s neck, the cold tip of Sirius’s
nose touching Remus’s ear and Remus couldn’t help a delicious shiver as
Sirius’s hand changed its downward course and began to hunt for the zip of
Remus’s trousers instead.
Remus sighed, pushing back against Sirius. He smiled to himself when he heard
Sirius’s breath hitch, Sirius rocking his hips so that Remus could feel
Sirius’s cock through impossible layers of clothes. He could imagine the hard
length pushing inside him, unbearable fullness and the soft breathless sounds
that Sirius makes before he comes. Remus closed his eyes.
‘Inside.’
Remus could hear Sirius laughing behind him. ‘Pervert.’
‘Fuck off,’ Remus said, opening his eyes again as the crowd gave another cheer.
Shacklebolt had just stopped Parkinson from scoring another goal.
‘What do you think I’m trying to do here?’ said Sirius, and oh, he had one hand
inside Remus’s pants now, fingers curling around Remus’s cock and a smug rush
of breath that could have been a laugh as a fingertip ghosted across the tip,
‘Wet already. You really are a dirty little boy.’
‘You love it,’ said Remus, pushing his arse harder against Sirius. They were
both breathing heavily now, Sirius’s movements still hidden by their voluminous
robes but only just. Remus chanced a glance at Peter, who was too engrossed
with the Quidditch match and James’s progress against Regulus to pay attention
to what was happening in his general vicinity.
‘Fuck, Moony,’ Sirius moaned. Remus could feel Sirius’s hand between them and
he fought the urge to look behind him, see if Sirius’s hand shook with urgency
and barely controlled desire as he tried to unbutton his trousers. It seemed to
take ages, but then Sirius was spreading his arse cheeks apart, one spit-slick
finger tracing the rim of Remus’s arsehole.
‘Please,’ said Remus.
Sirius cast the lubrication spell in a hurried whisper--and Remus remembered
having expressed surprise at the existence of such a spell; the effectiveness
of which Sirius had found about while reading through a late relative’s
journals. Sirius had given him a wink, accompanied by a suggestive waggle of
eyebrows. ‘Why, Moony, how else do you think wizards got it on?’
And Sirius really needed to get it on, Remus thought. Sirius was rubbing the
tip of his cock against Remus’s arsehole, never letting more than an inch
inside so that Remus was almost sobbing with frustration, ‘You filthy fucking
tease!’
Sirius laughed low in his throat, the sound almost a growl and making Remus
shiver. ‘Scream out my name when you come.’
‘Don’t be--’ Remus bit back the words as Sirius finally thrust all the way in,
gasping as Remus tightened around him. ‘Sirius!’ The name was a sibilant not-
quite scream. Remus pressed a fist against his own mouth, wishing he could run
his fingers through Sirius’s hair instead; pull Sirius in for a kiss. Sirius’s
breath was warm against the back of his neck, breathing heavy and sharp and
shaky as Sirius’s hips began to move, his cock pressing against that spot--
‘Fuck, yes!’ Remus screamed, the sound muffled by his hand, but not quite.
Around him, his fellow Gryffindors echoed that shout, ‘Yes! Yes!’ as James flew
by in a burst of speed, followed closely by Regulus.
‘Faster!’ And Remus lost track of what he was shouting, and what the crowd was
shouting--he caught sight of the Snitch, a flutter of delicate wings against
the steel-coloured sky; heard Sirius say his name urgently, almost pleadingly;
that awful friction that Remus never wanted to stop; and Sirius’s hand moving
up and down the length of Remus’s cock, pulling at his desire--‘Please.’
James was almost there, the tip of his fingers brushing against the Snitch, and
Remus could feel his desire peak, there there as Sirius’s cock thrust in and
out, jerky erratic movements that told Remus that Sirius wasn’t far behind,
‘Oh.’
‘Sirius!’
All sound was swallowed by the crowd shouting James’s name, ‘Potter!’ with
James finally catching the Snitch as Remus came all over Sirius’s hand,
reaching out to steady himself against Peter’s shoulder--not the steadiest
thing at the moment, seeing as how Peter was jumping up and down with
excitement--and Sirius was almost laughing; Remus could feel Sirius’s throbbing
cock and Sirius’s come trickling down his legs, Sirius’s lips soft against the
back of his neck, tongue flicking out to brush his earlobe.
Remus’s cheeks still felt warm even after they’d re-adjusted their clothing and
cleaned up the mess--not that much would be visible under their robes, but it
was always good to be thorough. Sirius was wearing a creamy little smile, lower
lip still red from biting. Sirius, who was talkative to the brink of being
irritating and tactless, rarely says anything when they fuck, teeth worrying
instead on his lip as he tries to keep himself from crying out. Remus reckoned
it was something about control, but he’s never asked Sirius about it and he
satisfied himself this time by touching a fingertip lightly on Sirius’s lips.
It was as if they were alone in the stands, even as Remus could feel the warm
bodies of the other Gryffindors surrounding them; hear the roaring of the crowd
celebrating the victory of their House.
The private moment was broken by Peter, who was looking rather red himself from
the exertion and eager to talk about the finer points of James’s flying skills.
‘That was some game, wasn’t it, lads?’
‘Well yes,’ said Sirius. ‘It was.’
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