Carve Me Open / r.l. + s.b. /

Just You, Me, and Our Imaginations

"What's she like," Hope gleamed. "Is she in Gryffindor?"

Before Sirius could continue to indulge in this shitfest, Remus screamed out, "Please, Mother! Can't we? At the dinner table, you know? I'm trying to make the most of my last summer."

His mother leaned over and placed a soothing, delicate touch on his shoulder "Oh, I understand, dear. You just appear so secluded throughout your vacation. It's very quiet. I'm not used to the company! I'll stop embarrassing you."

"I promise, I get the earful year-round."

He felt Sirius' foot stroking his calf, and a release of energy dragged him away from his sad thoughts and into the moment. He shivered as his frigid, little toes teased him in the wrong places and threatened to make him writhe even more.

Not. Right. Now.

"He's kept busy," Sirius soothed her kindly as he crossed his leg, letting the tips of his toes to brush over Remus' thigh. "We bring him crossword puzzles and reading glasses so he can while away the hours in his room."

No. They had taken a break. Space was included in the breaks, not visualizing Sirius's hot, sticky mouth clamped over him at the breaking of the morning. Breaks meant he focused on himself, not refining his wrist pull to –

He jerked – NO – wrenched himself away from his impulses, willing the flame in his gut to simmer to proper levels. The table was not the place to get a hard-on and being next to Sirius was not the place to have a hard-on. Knowing his vulgar, socially incompetent self, he'd reach beneath the table and correct it. He crossed his legs, oblivious to the throb in his cock that grew against his hip.

"I'm sure that's likely," Lyall snarled, more to himself than to anyone else, but loud enough for the whole table to hear and piece together.

Remus reddened because Sirius was clearly lying for Mrs. Lupin's sake, and Lyall saw straight through it. But how far was he able to see? Remus was monumentally and completely screwed if he had x-ray vision. The wind howling outside the stained-glass windows picked up. The fragrance of a storm filled Remus' nostrils, and he seized the opportunity to evacuate this Hellscape.

"I'm going to clear the table and get the clothes off the line before it rains," Remus declared forcefully, taking everyone's plates and rushing to the kitchen.

He braced the countertop until his fingers tingled and his knuckles became white after putting everything in the basin. How could he have been so dumb to invite someone as electrifying and brazen as Sirius fucking Black over for a friendly, family-friendly weekend? He was insane to think he could spend two days without even a hint of those thrills in his chest and groin. Remus believed he could go much longer without any sort of release, but he was in a bind. On the one hand, he could always take a bath. However, it was immediately next to the guest room where Peter and James would be sleeping. Fuck Peter's blasted hearing, and fuck James' enhanced perceptions.

He considered sneaking up to his room early and releasing himself before Sirius retired too. It was perilous, and he wasn't sure if he'd nailed the cleansing spell for human fluids yet (thank goodness for the Potter's library). Someone could walk right in on him with a cock in hand, and it'd be over. He cringed at the thought of the summer of 1975 when his mother had walked in on him and never looked at him the same way again. He was certain that if Mom had read his thoughts, he'd be transported to some Catholic school in France, never to see his friends again.

There was no way to approach this. Remus was trapped in close quarters with Sirius Black, of all people, with no way out of the knot in his stomach or the hard strain in his prick.

"You know, lying is unhealthy for your mind," a voice from the doorway mocked. Remus didn't have to think about it too hard; he was all too familiar with that tug at his heartstrings. "Particularly to your poor, poor mother. You're a monster."