Happy holiday season! May your days be smutty and bright!
“What did I tell you.”
Remus toed his shoes off, “No, what did I tell you?”
Sirius closed his eyes, the rain sounding more like hail on the windows, the cars with not-crappy tires whizzing past them from their place on the shoulder of the road, “Shut. Up.”
Remus put his feet up on the dashboard and popped a potato chip into his mouth, shrugging, “I said it was gonna rain, that’s all. I said it was going to rain, and what did you say again?”
Sirius pinched the bridge of his nose.
Remus cocked his head to the side, “What was that?”
“I said it wasn’t going to rain, okay? Shut up.”
Remus put his hands up, smirking, “Alright, alright.”
They listened to a clap of thunder roll across the sky.
“You know, any old person would be saying ‘I told you so’ right now.”
Sirius looked at Remus with a sarcastic smile, “Well, aren’t you valiant then.”
Remus grinned back, “A bit, yes.”
Sirius groaned, slumping in his seat until his knees were crunched up against the steering wheel, “We’re going to be here for hours. Fuck.”
“We have potato chips.”
Sirius rested his cheek against his knees, his voice coming out slightly muffled, “You’re eating all the potato chips.”
Remus rolled his eyes but smiled, crinkling the bag closed and throwing it at his feet, “Oh, come here.”
Sirius pressed his face fully into his knees, “No.”
Remus laughed, reaching cross the center console to try and tug Sirius towards him, “Come here.”
“Why?” Remus laughed.
Sirius took his face out from the fabric of his sweatpants just long enough to glower at Remus, “Because you’re just too valiant.”
“Jesus Christ Pads, come here.”
Sirius allowed himself to be pulled, rather uncomfortably, into Remus’ lap, glowering the entire time. His stare only melted a little at the feeling of Remus’ warm fingers running under his layers of jacket, sweatshirt, and t-shirt, fingers sliding over his rib cage. Remus dug his fingers in slightly, pulling Sirius closer, “I know a way to pass the time.”
Sirius tried his best to keep his front up, “Do you?”
Remus leaned forward, taking Sirius’ bottom lip gently between his teeth. He grinned, “Uhuh…” Sirius’ breathing hitched as Remus’ teeth dug into his skin a little harder for a moment, before he released it, “You might want to loose the glower though… I think you might like it.”
Sirius gaze melted at the mischievous smile on Remus’ face, “Well, what did you have in mind?”
Remus grinned, and Sirius let out a yelp as they were jolted backwards. Remus had flattened the seat out.
“God-“ Sirius laughed, hands falling on either side of Remus’ head, supporting himself, “Little warning next timph-“
Remus’ kiss was hot and hard, lips working slowly over Sirius’ as his palms slid, warm and dry on his skin, and for a moment everything but the constant patter of rain on the windows was whited out. Sirius let himself fall into it, back arching against his hands and chests pressing together. Remus spread his legs suddenly, knocking Sirius’ knees out from under him so that they fell together.
“Jesus..” Sirius panted, eyes slipping closed as Remus’ mouth dragged from his pulse point, the place they had slipped to when Sirius had fallen, along his jawline. It left a cool trail when warm lips were replaced with chilly air. Remus laughed breathlessly, hand moving between them, fingers hooking over the elastic waist of Sirius’ sweatpants for a moment before slipping his hand inside.
Sirius opened his eyes. His chest tingled with each rapid beat of his heart, all sparked by RemusRemusRemus; the look on his face as he watched each of Sirius’ reactions to the movements of his hands, his touch.
Sirius sucked in a sharp breath, letting a small sound escape, and tucked his face into Remus’ neck at a particularly perfectly aimed stroke of Remus’ thumb, “Re..”
Sirius opened his mouth to speak but just ended up sucking gently on Remus’ pulse point instead. He pressed his hand to Remus’ lower stomach in place of words, just above the button of his jeans. His fingers felt too clumsy to ever get it undone— definitely not with Remus’ hand in his pants and breath on his neck— and he ended up just letting out a frustrated noise.
Remus laughed softly, “Having trouble?”
Sirius just shot him a look and roughly pushed up his thick, gray sweatshirt, still rain-speckled from their earlier run to the car. Remus’ white t-shirt came with it, and he threw the two clothing items into the drivers seat. His hands moved back to Remus’ pants but Remus captured both of Sirius’ palms in one of his.
He smirked, “First you.”
Sirius opened his mouth to protest, but was cut short with a gasp as Remus sat up suddenly, pushing Sirius’ jumper up, mouth instantly latching onto his chest. Sirius let his head loll back, his eyes slip shut, as Remus wound his arms around Sirius’ newly bared waist tightly. His lips were soft and slow against the dip in the middle space where Sirius’ ribcage met. Sirius allowed himself to revel in the touch for a moment before he started fidgeting, squirming to get out of the the sweatshirt that suddenly felt all too warm.
They laughed stupidly when Sirius got stuck for a moment, and Remus instantly tilted his chin up to capture Sirius’ lips, only they were almost smiling too much.
“Here,” Remus mumbled against his mouth. He held Sirius tightly with one arm, the other reaching forward to fiddle with the heat, “you warm enough?”
Sirius nodded, nose bumping Remus’, and guided his hand back around him, fingers tilting his chin back towards him.
“‘m warm.” He mumbled quietly, before kissing Remus like Remus had kissed him: hotly and fierce.
Remus’ response was almost instant, his body reacting like electricity to Sirius’. His hands were instantly in his hair, and then on his chest, then tugging at his pants. Sirius’ fingers finally accomplished undoing Remus’ jeans. They broke the kiss for only a moment, Sirius pushing Remus roughly backwards onto the flattened seat, Remus arching his hips off the seat so Sirius could slide the denim from his legs. Remus had an easier time removing the cotton sweatpants, groping Sirius’ bare arse while he was at it.
Sirius muffled a laugh against Remus’ neck and fell against his chest again, mouths colliding messily. He gasped as their bare skin touched, heat against heat, hips knocking together.
Sirius shuttered when Remus’ breath hit his neck as he muttered the curse. Remus’ hands dug into Sirius’ arse, pulling their bodies tighter together. Sirius spread his legs a little, knees against Remus’ hips, feet pressing against the center console and passenger door for leverage.
The moment he started rocking, the moment he saw Remus’ face, he thought he was a goner. The slide of their cocks was slightly awkward, bumping a little, but heaven. Sirius reached up to grab the shoulder of the passenger seat, needing something to hold onto, as he watched Remus’ eyes slip closed and draw his lip between his teeth.
“Jesus Pads…” The nickname sent sparks up Sirius’ spine. Remus’ hands tight on his hips sent jolts of static electricity through him. His hips jolted more sporadically now, slightly more desperate for the building friction. He mere image, the weight of their bodies moving together, was almost too much.
Sirius gripped the seat tighter when he felt Remus’ nails dig into the fragile skin of his hips. He let a small sound escape as Remus too started moving his hips, bucking up as Sirius pushed down, and nearly increasing the friction tenfold. Remus let out a soft noise at the same time he did at this revelation and was suddenly pushing himself onto his elbows, then all the way so their chests were pressed together, cocks held tight between them. Sirius let his head drop onto Remus’ shoulder, cheek to skin, breath fanning across Remus’ neck as he continued to hump his hips forward in time with their panting breaths. He felt Remus press kisses to his neck, his shoulder, anywhere he could reach without putting a single inch of distance between them.
“So fucking good, Pads…” He was breathless, arms tight around Sirius, “So good, c’mon, keep going… please..” He added the please like an after thought, like he didn’t know he was saying it out loud.
Remus’ pleas made Sirius’ breath catch in his throat, the soft murmurs of please and his name in his ear spurring him on to the point where his nails dug into Remus’ back and the tension was almost too much and not enough at the same time. He huffed into Remus’ neck and moved to pull back— only Remus got the message too quickly. Remus’ hand was between them in an instant, wrapping around both of them together and moving a little desperately.
“Re-“ Sirius’ hands went to his hair, threading his fingers through the tousled strands. He couldn’t seem to still his hips against Remus’ skin, “Remus, fuck- yes- God, yes-“
And Remus let out a choked moan and Sirius was finished, gone. He felt Remus’ forehead fall into his shoulder so that their bodies were almost completely intertwined, white heat painting their chests between them. He gasped for air and was only further surrounded by Remus, warm and musky and homehomehome.
Sirius’ breathing was shuddery as it slowed, his lungs and heart trying to match each other’s pace. He could feel Remus’ heart doing the exact same thing, fighting to matching his breaths. Sirius let all of his muscles relax into Remus’ chest, and Remus took the hint, laying them back down against the seat. Sirius let his eyes slip closed, re-opening one briefly when he felt Remus shift slightly, but it was only so he could pull both their sweatshirts of them as a sort of makeshift blanket.
“Good?” He asked quietly as he tried to cover Sirius’ quickly cooling body as best he could.
Sirius hummed contently, tracing his finger tips along Remus’ collar bone. Remus let his head rest back, pushing his fingers under the sweatshirts to rest on the warm skin of Sirius’ back.
“Pretty good idea I had then?”
Sirius hummed again.
“I mean, I know I said I wouldn’t say this but-”
Sirius didn’t open his eyes, “Don’t.”
“I told you-“
“You’re ruining a perfectly good moment.”
Remus pulled Sirius closer, pressing a kiss to his forehead, “This is still a perfectly good moment…”
Sirius didn’t have the energy to fight back and sunk back into to Remus’ chest with nothing but a light hit to his arm.
Mermaid! AU. Thorne and Cinder watch humans curiously, despite how forbidden or dangerous it is for merpeople. But when one human catches Thorne’s attention, he must make a decision that will change his life forever. Thinder brotp // Cresswell.
The sea bleeds red this morning. It’s so thick that it makes it seem
like nightfall even when they are this close to the surface. It’s a good
thing, too, because it’ll make them harder to spot if someone swims by.
must be some sort of record,” says Thorne, popping some more seaweed
chips into his mouth. “They’re blinking out quicker than an anglerfish
who’s captured his prey.”
“Judging by the wreckage of the ship, it
could be a total loss,” says Cinder, her lips twisting down sourly. She
points at the mast, which is split into at least seven jagged pieces
“I called it,” says Thorne smugly.
“If only they
wouldn’t struggle so much. They’re expending all their air on
panicking. If they just relaxed they could probably hold their breath
longer. I mean, look at that sailor flailing around like he’s being
chased by a shark. All he has to do is shut his mouth and swim to the
“You know most sailors don’t even know how to swim, Cinder. Pity for them, lucky for me.”
rolls her eyes and steals one of his chips. “You haven’t won yet,
Thorne. Even if just one of them survives, you owe me five hundred sand
“Trust me, sis. No one is going to survive. You said it yourself. A pirate ship must have attacked them.”
“There’s no other ship around now. There could be someone Above who is sitting on a piece of wood.”
“We’ll just have to go to the surface to check.”
She shoots him a disapproving look. “You know we can’t go up there, Thorne.”
He grins and flips his fin at her. “If you’re willing to accept your loss, then we can both stay right here.”
On this day in music history: February 3, 1979 - “Briefcase Full Of Blues”, the debut album by The Blues Brothers hits #1 on the Billboard Top 200 for 1 week. Produced by Bob Tischler, it is recorded at the Universal Amphitheater in Los Angeles, CA on September 9, 1978. Taken from a single live performance, the album features comedians John Belushi and Dan Aykroyd performing as their Saturday Night Live characters Jake and Elwood Blues. Belushi and Aykroyd are backed by a crack R&B band that includes Steve Cropper, Donald “Duck” Dunn, Paul Shaffer, Matt “Guitar” Murphy, Tom Scott and Steve Jordan. The band are appearing as the opening act for Steve Martin when the show is recorded. The album is a runaway success, spinning off two singles including their covers of Sam & Dave’s “Soul Man” (#14 Pop) and The Chips’ “Rubber Biscuit” (#37 Pop). The LP also becomes the catalyst for the feature film “The Blues Brothers” (directed by John Landis) released in 1980. The album is remastered and reissued on CD in 1995, and is reissued as a 180 gram vinyl LP in Europe by Music On Vinyl (pressed on white vinyl and limited to 1,500 individually numbered copies), and in the US by Friday Music in 2014. “Briefcase Full Of Blues” is certified 3x Platinum in the US by the RIAA.
For those who habe potato chips cravings: Cut a potato in very thin slices. Now dry them with a kitchen towel. On a baking sheet covered plate lay them side by side, so they don't touch each other. Sprinkle Salt or whatever seasoning you prefer. Put it in the microwave for a minute, then flip every chip and pop it back into the microwave for a minute or until they are crisp :)
I don’t really crave chips but I know a lot of people do! Thanks for the idea !