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These are kind of crap. I blame the heat for turning my brain into mush. All characters are over 18 here.
For
kabeyk, who isn't feeling very well.
Being Cool Remus/Sirius/james
James has always known Remus is cool. Because he is a werewolf (this, in James’s second year, was the epitome of coolness), because he is clever (most appreciated in fifth year and the night before OWLs), and because he is an astonishingly innovative prankster. But coolness takes many forms, and this is one James had never expected to face.
When he opens the broom cupboard to find Remus and Sirius twisting against each other, shirts torn open and trousers in their ankles, making surprisingly familiar noises, James is astounded by Remus’ coolness. He has seen Sirius in such a state before (once with a sixth year Gryffindor girl, but usually by himself when he forgets to close the bathroom door), but Remus is a new sight. Skin glistening with sweat (James struggles not to follow the trail on Remus’ freckled stomach), mouth dark with kisses and whispering incredibly filthy instructions into Sirius’ ear. And then they both turn to look at him.
James swallows. And swallows again when Remus speaks.
“Hey there, Prongs.”
Sirius smirks at James’ open-mouthed stare, but Remus flicks his fingers and Sirius becomes serious again. Or biting his lip and trying not to scream.
“Give us a hand?”
James looks at Remus’ outstretched hands, and thinks about what it has just been doing to Sirius. What it could do to him.
Right, then.
As he steps forward and closes the cupboard door behind him, James doesn’t even mind the thought that he will never be as cool as Remus.
And for
minnow_53. Just cause she is so nice.
Love is Remus/Sirius
“Love is…bringing your boyfriend ice-cream on a hot day.”
“My, aren’t you sappy, Msr. Padfoot.”
“You’re just jealous cause you didn’t think of it first.”
“I would never say anything so ridiculous.”
“No, because you’re Moony, and therefore grumpy and dignified.”
“And?”
“And that’s why you have me, to bring you ice-cream and say sappy things so you can continue to be dignified and deluded.”
“Is that a challenge, Msr Padfoot?”
“It might well be, Msr. Moony.”
“Well, in that case…love is dropping ice-cream all over your boyfriend’s chest. And then licking it off.”
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Being Cool Remus/Sirius/james
James has always known Remus is cool. Because he is a werewolf (this, in James’s second year, was the epitome of coolness), because he is clever (most appreciated in fifth year and the night before OWLs), and because he is an astonishingly innovative prankster. But coolness takes many forms, and this is one James had never expected to face.
When he opens the broom cupboard to find Remus and Sirius twisting against each other, shirts torn open and trousers in their ankles, making surprisingly familiar noises, James is astounded by Remus’ coolness. He has seen Sirius in such a state before (once with a sixth year Gryffindor girl, but usually by himself when he forgets to close the bathroom door), but Remus is a new sight. Skin glistening with sweat (James struggles not to follow the trail on Remus’ freckled stomach), mouth dark with kisses and whispering incredibly filthy instructions into Sirius’ ear. And then they both turn to look at him.
James swallows. And swallows again when Remus speaks.
“Hey there, Prongs.”
Sirius smirks at James’ open-mouthed stare, but Remus flicks his fingers and Sirius becomes serious again. Or biting his lip and trying not to scream.
“Give us a hand?”
James looks at Remus’ outstretched hands, and thinks about what it has just been doing to Sirius. What it could do to him.
Right, then.
As he steps forward and closes the cupboard door behind him, James doesn’t even mind the thought that he will never be as cool as Remus.
And for
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Love is Remus/Sirius
“Love is…bringing your boyfriend ice-cream on a hot day.”
“My, aren’t you sappy, Msr. Padfoot.”
“You’re just jealous cause you didn’t think of it first.”
“I would never say anything so ridiculous.”
“No, because you’re Moony, and therefore grumpy and dignified.”
“And?”
“And that’s why you have me, to bring you ice-cream and say sappy things so you can continue to be dignified and deluded.”
“Is that a challenge, Msr Padfoot?”
“It might well be, Msr. Moony.”
“Well, in that case…love is dropping ice-cream all over your boyfriend’s chest. And then licking it off.”
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Date: 2005-06-18 10:55 am (UTC)*big hugs* (If it isn't too hot!) I'm going to use a cold icon here.
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Date: 2005-06-18 11:53 am (UTC)Thank you! I'm really glad you liked it.
And filthy!Remus? So the point of my existence. *grins*
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Date: 2005-06-18 11:55 am (UTC)Thank you! I'm so glad you liked them.
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Date: 2005-06-18 12:26 pm (UTC)Mmm and oh yes, freckles and ice cream inspire very, very pleasant thoughts indeed.
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Date: 2005-06-18 12:15 pm (UTC)More fic? *very, very hopeful* Hot weather stuff? Suntan lotion, swimming pools? PADDLING pools? Okay, not very inspirational, sorry.
^_^xx
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Date: 2005-06-18 12:20 pm (UTC)Ahem. See, heat turning brain to mush.
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Date: 2005-06-18 01:37 pm (UTC)I do quite want to...I could use some ice cream right now actually. I have officially melted in the heat.
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Date: 2005-06-18 12:24 pm (UTC)Paddling pools? *giggles*
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Date: 2005-06-18 04:46 pm (UTC)But, uhhh. Sorry to quote such a large portion, but, uhhh.
but Remus is a new sight. Skin glistening with sweat (James struggles not to follow the trail on Remus’ freckled stomach), mouth dark with kisses and whispering incredibly filthy instructions into Sirius’ ear.
Oh, Remus is so cool, and so hot. Absolutely bloody wonderful. And you're listening to Muse, ahh.
Heh, Robin bought me ice cream today.
Right, bed now, no more fic reading. Much love,
kxx
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Date: 2005-06-19 03:05 am (UTC)Just bought the Muse album, and it is so good. I keep wiggling in my chair as I listen to it in a daft attempt to dance. Silly me.
And ice-cream? Lucky you. But then you deserve it, and hope it made you feel better.
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Date: 2005-06-18 11:21 pm (UTC)“No, because you’re Moony, and therefore grumpy and dignified.” *cackles* That is SUCH a Sirius comment. I love you!
And this does remind me of one of the first romance novels I ever read... Jude Deveraux's Knight in Shining Armor. Has this whole ice cream sex scene between the two main (sadly het, but happily naked) characters. And it ends with, I kid you not, the guy saying "I do believe, madam, that you have melted my icecream!" *snickers*
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Date: 2005-06-19 03:08 am (UTC)And Sirius, bless him. I'm starting to worry because I find it too easy to hear the Sirius-voice in my head.
Jude Deveraux? That was on the first romance novels I read, let's see, about fifteen years ago. Although I don't remember anything about the ice-cream. Clearly my misspent youth is coming back to haunt me.
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Date: 2005-06-20 02:28 pm (UTC)Except melted is a bad state to be in for watching the ice cream porn that's about to commence in the second drabble. Darn!
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