Author: Mosh Title: Like Someone I Know I hope you didn't miss the fact that this is brotherslash. Both boys are of age, but please do not go any further if that's not your cup of tea. You have been warned! Note: You may not archive, re-post, or alter any of my stories without my permission. Please contact me first. Thanks! |
The electronic beat rumbled up through his bones. He twisted his hips, bumping against the girl dancing next to him. She turned, pressed herself up against him, slid her tongue into his mouth once, then moved on to dance with the next person. Sirius closed his eyes and let the music wash through him, seeing the lights still flashing on the insides of his eyelids - red, green, red, green, red, green. Where Prongs, Moony and Wormtail were he had no idea, though he knew that if they could see him now they would be wondering what the hell he was doing. He didn't care; he was blissfully drunk on the bass and the beer. The lights continued to flicker wildly as the steady beat rolled into a faster, more heated rhythm, sweaty bodies swarming around him like a living cocoon. He grinned and allowed himself to be swept along with their movements, arching into the hands that brushed his damp t-shirt as he was steered slowly through the crowd into a darker corner, thrusting against the groins of men and women alike. He was so hard. He'd never thought that a mixture of music and drink and heat would have this effect on him, nor that Muggle night clubs could be this much fun. The people surrounding him melted into a watery mural of colour and skin and he shrank further back into the darkness, too dizzy to watch it any longer. He laughed loudly into the deafening pulse, overjoyed - with the world, with alcohol, with the shadowed bodies that knocked against him, with life. Everything was all right; there was no war pending, no Order to sign his life over to, no best man speech to write for James's wedding, no Remus to desperately pine after in silence, nothing but the now. He momentarily felt unconditional gratitude towards Peter, who had suggested that, for a change, they get away from the Leaky Cauldron and try something new. Sirius absently thought he could drown here in these Muggles and he would die happily. Steadily he became aware of someone pressed up against him from behind, a warm breath on his neck. He concentrated on the heat of the other body, rolling his hips slightly. The other's hips moved to counter his, sliding against his backside. Sirius nudged backwards, giving the okay, before hands slid around his waist, sneaking up under his sweat-soaked t-shirt. His cock gave an excited twitch at the contact and his stomach muscles automatically clenched, then relaxed when the pad of a finger swirled lazily around his navel and then stroked below it. The music faded long enough for a, "You remind me of someone... can't think who," to be whispered against his ear, before the beat picked up again, in a furious, heady pace. Sirius moaned, running his fingers over the hands that were touching him, tracing the veins and bones of the wrists as those hands moved southwards. The top button of his jeans gave under a quick tug, then the second, then the third. Sweat-slick fingers stole into his boxers and curled around his cock and it was all he could do to not come right then. The answering erection brushed against his arse, and quick, excited breath whispered through his hair to his neck. Sirius urged the hand away and turned in his elusive partner's arms, their lips meeting the very instant they could. He allowed the guy to thrust against him, trying to match it to get the most glorious friction. He found the softest shoulder length hair and twisted his fingers in it, pulling the other close so hard their teeth clinked. Sirius wanted to eat him up, this stranger, not caring a whit what he looked like, only how good he felt. He ran his tongue across soft, moist lips and then thrust it into the most tasty mouth he had ever had the pleasure of kissing, sweet from some unfamiliar Muggle alcoholic drink. What started off deep and hard was now spreading like fire, hotter and more needy with stroking tongues and delicious, breathy moans - Sirius couldn't get enough. "Want you so much," he panted against the other's mouth, knowing he wouldn't be heard under the music. He pulled the guy's trousers open, desperate to touch his cock, oh yes. Perfect. Teeth pulled on his lower lip as he stroked the lovely hot hardness, the other's body rocking against him, fingers once again slipping down to his groin where they smoothed and curled around him, nice and slow, making him harder still. Soon his hips echoed the touches, pulling back as the fingers glided up his shaft, thrusting forwards as they slid down to the base, gracing his balls briefly every time. "More," Sirius panted. "More, more, more." Whether his partner could hear him, or sensed his need, the hand started working over his cock faster, desperate strokes in time with the beat of the song. Sirius cried out into the beautiful wet mouth that sucked on his lips and breathed his gasping breath in, coming in hard bursts. He felt the other's chest thrumming against his own, answering him with a soundless groan and the jerk of hips and the hot splash of come up his wrist. As his body relaxed, prick still pulsing through the last beats of his orgasm, Sirius brought his hand up to his mouth and licked the slithering trails of come from his skin. The hand released him and after a moment Sirius felt kisses against his throat, moving lazily up. "Dance?" the guy said, close to his ear. "Sure," Sirius replied breathlessly, swiping his tongue across sweat-salty lips. A hand took hold of his and pulled him back towards the middle of the dance floor. And that was when his partner turned, then froze. Sirius didn't hear his brother's disbelieving "no", but he saw it form on his lips. It had been almost two years since Sirius had seen him, since he had left school, and now here they were. And, Sirius realised, they had just... They stared at each other for what felt like forever, until Regulus's face twisted into a disgusted wince. Sirius felt himself moving forwards, unsure whether he was going to kill Regulus or just beat him within an inch of his life. He was equally as disgusted, but he didn't know why his brother's expression bothered him so much. Regulus had no right; this was all his fault. Sirius raised his fist, and hands fell on him from all around, dragging him away through the crowd.
"Good job we found you in time," said James. "Thought something was about to kick off on the dance floor. You looked like you wanted to kill him." "I heard a bunch of them have been haunting Muggle bars and clubs lately, showing off and winding people up," said Remus. There was a red mark on his neck the shape of a mouth that made Sirius's stomach twist. "Did you see all his friends there, giving us evils?" "Yeah," said James, casting a narrow-eyed glare towards the doors. "Bastards." "You okay, Padfoot?" asked Peter. "You going to throw up?" "No," Sirius said, even though he thought he was. He weeded his jacket out of the many on the coat pegs and slipped it on. "I'm going home." "Do you want us to come with you?" asked Remus, looking concerned. Sirius stared at him, an ache forming somewhere so deep in body he knew he would never be rid of it. "No. I'll see you guys tomorrow." And even though they did go to his flat and bang relentlessly on the door until he let them in the next day, he was unable to meet their eyes. ~Fin~ |
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