Hurray for the totally unnecessary shirtlessness!. I so need to make up my mind. : comments.
| Sun | Mon | Tue | Wed | Thu | Fri | Sat |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
|
1
|
2
|
3
|
4
|
|||
|
5
|
6
|
7 |
8
|
9
|
10
|
11
|
|
12
|
13
|
14
|
15
|
16
|
17
|
18
|
|
19
|
20
|
21
|
22
|
23
|
24
|
25
|
|
26
|
27
|
28
|
29
|
30
|
31
|
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
(no subject)
They sleep. Or they pretend they do, in any case, desperately trying to regulate their breathing as they lay with their backs to the other one. Sirius is using his shirt as a make-shift pillow, the wooden ground putting too much pressure on his wounded leg. He groans quietly, shifting, restless, but he refuses to turn around.
He tries taking his mind off (everything. Lupin. Teeth around his lower lip.) things by worrying about just how are they going to get out of this wretched room in a ghost ship. They’re out of gunpowder, and while Lupin still appears to have a bullet left, it would be useless without it. Opening it with swords wouldn’t do, as it would take several days, and there doesn’t seem to be any food on board.
He shifts again, a tiny movement born of uneasiness of the silence, stretching and charged with sparks of anger and broken trust.
“Would you just roll over and be done with your pathetic noises already?” comes Lupin’s annoyed voice, and Sirius obeys him just so he can kick him on the back of his knees. Lupin grunts, but other than that he doesn’t react. Sirius closes his eyes, but the flickering light on the ceiling makes his eyelids look the shade of a sleep-uninviting orange.
He clicks his tongue.
Lupin’s shoulders tense at the sound, so he does it again. And again. And again, until Lupin stands up abruptly, looking quite aggravated. Sirius puts his best innocence expression in his face, not cowering at Lupin’s glare. “Oh, fuck it.” Lupin finally says as he paces up and down the room, looking every bit as claustrophobic as Sirius feels.
“Why so much anger, m’dear Captain?” says Sirius from the floor, a smirk on his face.
Lupin doesn’t answer. Instead, he kicks one of the moldy boxes laying at the corner of the room, sending it hurtling at the same time as he mutters something along the lines of “Bastard.” The box opens with a thud, and a cloud of dust rises while the tingling of glass fills Sirius’ ears.
Two bottles roll across the dusty floor, and both of them stare at the amber-colored liquid. “Rum,” says Lupin, and the two man stare at each other.
“What the hell,” says Sirius, and reaches for the nearest bottle.
Oh, that sounds so very nice! I think we've found our ending. So, I was thinking of the beginning, what about if they both tried to board the same ship at the same time, only to discover it's abandoned, and Sirius' injury (since now we've made it too big to be an actual splinter XD) can be from one of Remus' crew. Then they get locked in the cargo storeroom for God knows what reason. What do you think?
(no subject)
Twenty minutes later, he has to admit he forgot that he, in spite of trying to drink James under the table several nights when Lily's pissed at them for whatever reason, is not a strong drinker. "I'm sh-shite atthissss whole p-pirate business", he hiccups, halfway through his second bottle, and Lupin roars with laughter on the floor. Sirius doesn't know how the hell he got there or how much he drank, but he can tell with absolute certainty that Captain Remus J. Lupin is plastered like a plaster cast.
"Soooo...", Lupin mumbles, his mouth seems to get stuck around the o and he snorts, sloshing rum across his shirt. "What's ole Potty up to, eh?"
Sirius can't explain why he finds this incredibly amusing, but he does. He collapses into a giggling heap and it takes him quite a few moments to calm down again. "Oh, you know", he finally says. The words are so heavy on his tongue that they pull him forward, closer to Lupin, who looks more kissable than ever. "Sh-shagging? Bombing? Genene-generalll... generally pirateing around?" Lupin mutters, voice dissolving into liquid honey. It's so silly and adorable Sirius has to swallow. Captain Remus J. Lupin is never silly and adorable.
"Got it", he says and leans in for a burning, alcohol-fuelled kiss, a clumsy shuffling of tongues and teeth and lips and it leaves them breathless and dizzy. ["Floor", Sirius pants as the wooden planks approach quickly, and when his head hits the floor and his body curls up drunkenly, he's already asleep.]
Hey, listen, I don't really know what you want them to do - why don't you write that? You can pick up where the kiss ends, if it fits better, and don't write too much, just what you had in mind. Then you can let them go to sleep and if it fits, I'll include the nightmare thing, and if not, I'll leave that and let Lily appear. Deal?
Oh and, I like your beginning. Maybe Pettigrew himself attacks Sirius and hits him with the sword, but Lupin stops him... why? Perhaps Sirius was trying to hide something on the ship, something that concerns Lily and Harry? Or no, he was trying to find something there, as perhaps it's an old ship of James, where Harry was born or something...? And Sirius doesn't fight back because he's found it already and doesn't want to damage it, or he doesn't want them to see it, and it's in that room and he blocks the door and Lupin tells his crew to go back to their own ship, then pushes him aside and barges into the room and Sirius after him and then the door clicks shut and they can't open it. Meanwhile, a storm or I don't know, something makes Lupin's crew leave... do you have an idea? Or do you like that at all?
(no subject)
(no subject)
Sirius leans in for another kiss, but he misses, and he ends up drooling all over Lupin’s cheek. They both laugh, alcohol-smelling breath tingling Sirius’ skin, warm and obsession inducing. “You know, Lupin, you make have these strange butterflies in my stomach. It’s demeaning and silly, and I feel so fucking young with you, and yet,” Sirius stops for dramatic effect, raising his fist. “And yet, I’m falling for you. Isn’t that the funniest thing ever?”
He giggles, in that girly fashion he’s always hated, but seeing Lupin’s eerie expression of doped happiness it doesn’t really matter at all. Lupin hauls him closer, kissing his ear and sucking at his earlobe with a crazed intensity and the largest smile Sirius has ever seen on his face. There’s a giggle, from the mouth of the fearless Captain this time, and the closeness to his ear makes Sirius shudder involuntarily. “You are silly, pretty boy. And I’ll tell you a secret, just don’t you dare tell anyone, understood?” Sirius nods hurriedly, and Lupin keeps on muttering into his ear. “I like you loads too. And what’s worse, I actually like your mindless bantering!” Lupin’s giggles are sort of scary, but Sirius doesn’t mind as his mind flies away from him and his toes curl on their own.
“Well you’ve got a bloody horrible way to show it, you know?” Sirius says all petulant pride and childish impulses. “You might want to try being nicer to me, you asshole.”
“If I give you the best –my, forgive me,- the first blowjob of your life, will you stop it with the whiny act?” Lupin kisses him again, tongue moving with the promise of ecstasy and whiteness behind his eyelids.
And enthusiast nod, and nervousness starts to spread in Sirius’ entrails, as Lupin slides across his body, slowly, precise, even when he stumbles a couple of times. Lupin smiles at him with his head lowered, eyes shadowed and dark.
And that, is the moment Sirius’ treacherous body chooses to pass out.
I like that idea, only both crews can board at the same time, from opposite sides of the boat, and then suddenly they find themselves face to face with this rivals and neither wants to leave the boat because of their damned prides even when they know it's abandoned. As of Peter being the one injuring him, I like that idea very much!
(no subject)
He could almost be our Captain Lupin, couldn't he? I mean, I've got him pinned to my wardrobe since forever, but I never NOTICED. That's Incubus singer Brandon Boyd, by the way.
He awakes with a sneeze. Dust and sunlight seem to creep into every crack and crease of him, the insides of his head feel banged against a London brick wall and the soft buck-and-roll motion of the ship beneath him makes his stomach dizzy. It's almost like his first day on the Lily, he thinks and cringes at the memory of throwing up into the ocean, while James's crew snickered behind him.
Moaning weakly, he stirs and opens his eyes. A warm body is curled around him like waves around a swimmer, breathing softly atop his chest, and one leg has slipped between Sirius's. "What the-", Sirius mutters, his head answers with a semi-painful throb. It doesn't help that Lupin's firm thigh is pressing against his morning erection -
Wait. Lupin?
All of a sudden, Sirius is fully awake, and he can't breathe. Scraps of memory whirl around in his head like coloured bits of paper, promoting drunken kisses and slurred words. "Oh, fuck", he whispers and drags a hand across his face. The taste in his mouth is stale and rotten, he feels dirty and cramped, and that erection becomes more and more uncomfortable, especially as Lupin is still soundly asleep and moves a little from time to time.
Carefully, Sirius pushes him off, and he whimpers a bit. The infamous captain Sirius has always feared and admired now looks like a small child, hair flung into his face by movement and lips ever-so-slightly pursed, and for the first time, Sirius notices the delicate golden earring and the scar that disappears beneath his collar. He can't help but brush a strand of hair out of his face and think, Damn, and I made him come.
It's getting painful to ignore his body's needs by now: his throat is dry, he's hungry and unwashed, and he almost wishes he could piss and come at the same time because he can't decide which one is more urgent. Restless, he paces the length of the room, presses his hands against the thick window glass for what feels like the thousandth time. There's no denying it: They are still stuck.
He sighs and slides down the wall, his foot hits an empty bottle of rhum. His look skims the room, comes to rest on Lupin's sleeping form. When he feels the violent but not unpleasant, prickling warmth in his belly and his breathing quickens, he closes his eyes exasperatedly and gives in, shoving a hand down the front of his linen trousers to take care of at least one problem.
Somehow, it's all very easy suddenly. He has fantasized about Captain R. J. Lupin before, yes, but this is different: this is reproducing real events, and he remembers Lupin's touch as clearly as he can remember how to walk, speak, write. He makes a few desperate, cut-off sounds, tries to stifle them in his elbow and opens his eyes just a little bit again to see him.
Only Lupin is not sleeping anymore.
Ah, such a nice place to stop. Well, I was thinking we shouldn't let this evolve into a great big sex scene again, but maybe Sirius comes at exactly that moment just because he's so turned on by Lupin watching him or by that stare or whatever, so he can't really hide what he's been doing anymore and, of course, gets teased mercilessly about it. Yeah and then... then perhaps they should finally be found. I was intending to let Lily appear now anyways, but this idea kind of pushed itself between, and... uh. ^^ Hope you liked it at least a little. And sorry for not continuing this for so long.
(no subject)
(no subject)