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traintracksTitle: Fruitcakes and Convenient Lies
Author: [info]train_track
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Sirius/James, Sirius, James, and Remus/their hands, Remus/Severus
Rating: R
Word Count: 1,090
Warnings: underage (16-ish), ruination of a fruitcake
Disclaimer: I don't own much of anything, least of all anything having to do with Harry Potter.
A/N: This is for adventdrabbles and prompt #30: fruitcake.
James entered the boys' dormitory with his usual flair, but this time he held what appeared to be a brick wrapped in Muggle cellophane which he then dropped into the middle of the floor with a resounding THUNK.
"What the bloody hell --?" Sirius began, and already James was laughing.
"Guess. Just guess."
"A brick," Remus said, since it had been the first thing to pop into his head.
"Transfiguration gone bad," Sirius guessed. Then he snapped his fingers as though he'd had the most brilliant of ideas. "Unicorn turd!"
"What? No," James laughed.
They were the only ones in the room at the moment, so that was all the guesses he was going to get.
"It's a fruitcake. It's from some Muggle great aunt that married into the family. She makes it every year, but I'd managed to escape it here at Hogwarts. Till now."
"Like…cake with fruit in it?" Sirius asked, licking his lips. "Doesn't sound so bad."
"Well, it is," James informed him. "It's terrifying. My Dad broke a tooth on one once. And it tastes a little like old socks. Wormtail's old socks," he added.
"What are you gonna do with it then? Throw it away?" Remus asked. He was slightly afraid James might decide to use it as a Bludger on unsuspecting Slytherins at some point.
"I thought we'd play a little game," James said with a sly grin, shucking his robes.
Sirius' eyes were already alight, but Remus felt his stomach tighten up with apprehension. And as it turned out, for good reason.
"Last one to come on it has to eat it," James said grinning like he himself was a Slytherin at heart. He spelled the door locked, and Sirius unwrapped the cake, and then James ripped his trousers open. Sirius wasn't far behind, obviously game for whatever James had in mind.
Remus had to slam his Herbology book closed and scamper off his bed to join them in time, and they already had a couple strokes on him anyway. He would never have thought of begging off. He'd just have to catch up, he thought.
James' and Sirius' cocks were already more than half hard, and they were wanking as though there was a bigger prize than simply not eating the fruitcake. Remus pulled out his long prick and started in with smooth, twisting strokes. He wasn't oblivious to how they each gave it the eye for a moment. He was the biggest of all of them.
"Flitwick's nose hair!" James suddenly called out.
"Bugger off," Sirius growled, but he was smiling.
"You're going down, Black," James promised, leering. And then suddenly they'd leaned toward one another, and they were snogging, their tongues lapping into each other's mouths as they worked their pricks.
"Oh not fair!" Remus shouted. "Bloody not fair!" He started pulling on his cock so fast it sort of hurt. "Bastards…" he seethed. He hadn't even begun to fantasize yet.
As he watched, James' mouth opened against the kiss, he inhaled sharply three times, and, Sirius' tongue still demanding a snog out of him, James came, his stuff hitting the fruitcake square in the middle. As always, the best at everything. Remus rolled his eyes.
When James was finished, he stumbled backward. Then he just sat his arse on the ground and egged them both on. "Come on, Moony, I really wanna see Padfoot's lips wrapped around that cake, yeah?"
"Keep…talking…Jamie…" Sirius gritted out, his pupils dilating dangerously.
Remus was losing. He could feel it. That was definitely Sirius' About to Blow face. Remus closed his eyes. He didn't want to think about it. He really didn't. Not here. And not like this. But, blast, he was going to have to eat spunk-covered cake if he didn't hurry! Remus bit his lip. It was time to go there. It was time to… Oh fuck…
Three more pulls and Remus came all over the fruitcake – and the floor, and the edge of Sirius' trousers.
"Merlin's beard, Moony, holy shit!" James roared, clapping. "I think you almost splattered the DOOR! What on earth were you thinking about?"
"Never…mind…that," Remus panted. "It's time to eat more than your words, dog." He quirked a sated smile his friend's direction.
"Shut…up…dammit…" Sirius complained. "Almost…bloody…there…"
Remus watched James crawl over, reach up, and fondle Sirius' sac. Couldn't really call it cheating when Sirius had already lost so badly. Sirius threw his head back, and with a mighty grunt, added his come to the awful (now soggy) cake.
"Disgusting," Remus laughed.
But Sirius didn't look too perturbed. He was, after all, possibly the most perverted of the bunch. He just dropped to his knees and watched as James tore off a piece of the cake and waggled it near his mouth. "Open up for your splooge cake," James insisted.
Nobody had to ask Sirius twice. He opened wide and ate the cake right out of James' fingers, licking them clean, too, before he chewed and swallowed.
"Jesus, Padfoot," Remus said, wincing.
"Not bad," Sirius declared. "Needs more salt."
"Oh I've got some of that for you," James said, tackling Sirius and rolling on the floor with him. What resulted was a sort of wrestling match-slash-foreplay incident that Remus was sure he didn't want to witness the finale of.
"You're scandalous," he announced over their lewd laughter, kicking James' leg as he grabbed his towel and headed to the bathroom to take a hot soak.
Once he was alone, he registered how hard his heart was beating in his chest…how his cock tingled in the aftermath. As he sank into the hot water up to his chin, he allowed himself to breathe deeply of the steam. He held his cock gently, and a tremor worked its way through his body. Remus whispered the name he'd had to fight to keep off his lips as he'd come:
"Severus…" Remus breathed. "Severus…" In his mind, he remembered their last encounter, remembered holding the other boy close, kissing his temple, his jaw, whispering in his ear. And he could tell himself that it was the heat of the water making him flush. He could tell himself all sorts of convenient lies. But it was Severus Snape's face against the black of his eyelids. It was Severus' little cries of pleasure – remembered, not imagined cries -- that had sent him over the edge. It was remembering Severus' face when Remus made him come that maybe always would.
Author: [info]train_track
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Sirius/James, Sirius, James, and Remus/their hands, Remus/Severus
Rating: R
Word Count: 1,090
Warnings: underage (16-ish), ruination of a fruitcake
Disclaimer: I don't own much of anything, least of all anything having to do with Harry Potter.
A/N: This is for adventdrabbles and prompt #30: fruitcake.
James entered the boys' dormitory with his usual flair, but this time he held what appeared to be a brick wrapped in Muggle cellophane which he then dropped into the middle of the floor with a resounding THUNK.
"What the bloody hell --?" Sirius began, and already James was laughing.
"Guess. Just guess."
"A brick," Remus said, since it had been the first thing to pop into his head.
"Transfiguration gone bad," Sirius guessed. Then he snapped his fingers as though he'd had the most brilliant of ideas. "Unicorn turd!"
"What? No," James laughed.
They were the only ones in the room at the moment, so that was all the guesses he was going to get.
"It's a fruitcake. It's from some Muggle great aunt that married into the family. She makes it every year, but I'd managed to escape it here at Hogwarts. Till now."
"Like…cake with fruit in it?" Sirius asked, licking his lips. "Doesn't sound so bad."
"Well, it is," James informed him. "It's terrifying. My Dad broke a tooth on one once. And it tastes a little like old socks. Wormtail's old socks," he added.
"What are you gonna do with it then? Throw it away?" Remus asked. He was slightly afraid James might decide to use it as a Bludger on unsuspecting Slytherins at some point.
"I thought we'd play a little game," James said with a sly grin, shucking his robes.
Sirius' eyes were already alight, but Remus felt his stomach tighten up with apprehension. And as it turned out, for good reason.
"Last one to come on it has to eat it," James said grinning like he himself was a Slytherin at heart. He spelled the door locked, and Sirius unwrapped the cake, and then James ripped his trousers open. Sirius wasn't far behind, obviously game for whatever James had in mind.
Remus had to slam his Herbology book closed and scamper off his bed to join them in time, and they already had a couple strokes on him anyway. He would never have thought of begging off. He'd just have to catch up, he thought.
James' and Sirius' cocks were already more than half hard, and they were wanking as though there was a bigger prize than simply not eating the fruitcake. Remus pulled out his long prick and started in with smooth, twisting strokes. He wasn't oblivious to how they each gave it the eye for a moment. He was the biggest of all of them.
"Flitwick's nose hair!" James suddenly called out.
"Bugger off," Sirius growled, but he was smiling.
"You're going down, Black," James promised, leering. And then suddenly they'd leaned toward one another, and they were snogging, their tongues lapping into each other's mouths as they worked their pricks.
"Oh not fair!" Remus shouted. "Bloody not fair!" He started pulling on his cock so fast it sort of hurt. "Bastards…" he seethed. He hadn't even begun to fantasize yet.
As he watched, James' mouth opened against the kiss, he inhaled sharply three times, and, Sirius' tongue still demanding a snog out of him, James came, his stuff hitting the fruitcake square in the middle. As always, the best at everything. Remus rolled his eyes.
When James was finished, he stumbled backward. Then he just sat his arse on the ground and egged them both on. "Come on, Moony, I really wanna see Padfoot's lips wrapped around that cake, yeah?"
"Keep…talking…Jamie…" Sirius gritted out, his pupils dilating dangerously.
Remus was losing. He could feel it. That was definitely Sirius' About to Blow face. Remus closed his eyes. He didn't want to think about it. He really didn't. Not here. And not like this. But, blast, he was going to have to eat spunk-covered cake if he didn't hurry! Remus bit his lip. It was time to go there. It was time to… Oh fuck…
Three more pulls and Remus came all over the fruitcake – and the floor, and the edge of Sirius' trousers.
"Merlin's beard, Moony, holy shit!" James roared, clapping. "I think you almost splattered the DOOR! What on earth were you thinking about?"
"Never…mind…that," Remus panted. "It's time to eat more than your words, dog." He quirked a sated smile his friend's direction.
"Shut…up…dammit…" Sirius complained. "Almost…bloody…there…"
Remus watched James crawl over, reach up, and fondle Sirius' sac. Couldn't really call it cheating when Sirius had already lost so badly. Sirius threw his head back, and with a mighty grunt, added his come to the awful (now soggy) cake.
"Disgusting," Remus laughed.
But Sirius didn't look too perturbed. He was, after all, possibly the most perverted of the bunch. He just dropped to his knees and watched as James tore off a piece of the cake and waggled it near his mouth. "Open up for your splooge cake," James insisted.
Nobody had to ask Sirius twice. He opened wide and ate the cake right out of James' fingers, licking them clean, too, before he chewed and swallowed.
"Jesus, Padfoot," Remus said, wincing.
"Not bad," Sirius declared. "Needs more salt."
"Oh I've got some of that for you," James said, tackling Sirius and rolling on the floor with him. What resulted was a sort of wrestling match-slash-foreplay incident that Remus was sure he didn't want to witness the finale of.
"You're scandalous," he announced over their lewd laughter, kicking James' leg as he grabbed his towel and headed to the bathroom to take a hot soak.
Once he was alone, he registered how hard his heart was beating in his chest…how his cock tingled in the aftermath. As he sank into the hot water up to his chin, he allowed himself to breathe deeply of the steam. He held his cock gently, and a tremor worked its way through his body. Remus whispered the name he'd had to fight to keep off his lips as he'd come:
"Severus…" Remus breathed. "Severus…" In his mind, he remembered their last encounter, remembered holding the other boy close, kissing his temple, his jaw, whispering in his ear. And he could tell himself that it was the heat of the water making him flush. He could tell himself all sorts of convenient lies. But it was Severus Snape's face against the black of his eyelids. It was Severus' little cries of pleasure – remembered, not imagined cries -- that had sent him over the edge. It was remembering Severus' face when Remus made him come that maybe always would.
