Chaps
(Or, A Study of the Effects of Muggle leather Clothing on the Libido of a Teenage Wizard)

The morning before the Christmas Holiday ended, Sirius Black woke up to the very pleasant sensation of his lover sliding easily into him, well-lubricated and quite aroused. They had been separated for several days; Remus had stayed at school over the holiday and Sirius had gone home. Remus had been in the Infirmary recovering from his transformation when Sirius arrived early that morning, and Sirius, exhausted from the trip, had foregone his usual infirmary visit and headed straight to the dorms and flopped into bed. Remus had discovered him there and decided to wake him up for a quick shag before breakfast. The fastest way to wake Sirius up, Remus had discovered, was to start while he was asleep.

"Well, hello there. Good morning," Sirius purred softly, grinning sleepily up into Remus' eyes. "Missed me, I see."

"Mmm." Remus leaned down and kissed him briefly, then pulled away, making a face. "Ack. Morning breath."

Sirius laughed. "Well, what do you expect, attacking me in my sleep?"
Remus arched an eyebrow. "Siri, this isn't an attack." He pulled out, grinned wickedly, and slammed back into his lover with so much force they both gasped. "That is an attack."

"Fire away," said Sirius, and for a quite pleasant interval afterward Remus did just that, reclaiming Sirius, wringing noises out of him that only Remus could make him produce. All in all it was, Sirius decided, much better than an alarm clock, or James' method of waking him, which usually consisted of a pillow pressed over his mouth and nose. When both boys had climaxed, and when coherent thought had returned to their brains, Remus turned to Sirius and, still refusing to kiss the morning-breath mouth, satisfied himself by rubbing their noses together instead. "Hi there," he said softly. "How was home?"

Sirius grinned. "It was cool. I got a motorbike!"

Remus blinked. "A what?"

Sirius laughed. "Think of it as a car that only seats one or two people and takes up a lot less space."

Remus blinked again. "Oh. That's…good? I guess?"

Sirius beamed and nodded. "Especially once I get her to fly!"

Remus' jaw dropped open. "Sirius! You can't enchant a Muggle artifact!"

"It's not an artifact!" Sirius protested. "It's not very old at all!"

"Sirius, that's not the point! It's illegal! It's dangerous! It'smmmmfffff." Remus was cut off as Sirius, not in the mood to be lectured by his lover, closed the small space between them and kissed him, hot, wet and more than skillful enough to make Remus forgive the morning breath, just this once. When they pulled away a moment later, Remus was glassy-eyed with renewed lust and Sirius was smirking triumphantly. "Er…what was I saying?" Remus asked, blinking dazedly.

"You were telling me about your Christmas, and about how much you missed me kissing you like that," Sirius said with a wicked grin.

"Oh…yes…I did miss that," Remus said with a soft laugh. "And Christmas was, well, not as much fun without you, but Jamie and Pete are good company, and Lily and I got caught under the mistletoe so I kissed her to make Jamie jealous and now they're going out, so it wasn't bad."

Sirius laughed. Remus had admitted to him a long time ago that he just didn't fancy girls in that way, and although Sirius' philosophy at the time had been "What's not to like?", it hadn't taken long for him to realize that he much preferred Remus. And Lily was already firmly cast in the role of doe to James' buck, as far as the Marauders were concerned. If James didn't know either of these things, and if a little stab of jealousy was what it took to get him to make his move, well, Sirius wasn't going to have a fit. "And where did you kiss the Lovely Lady Lily?" he teased lightly, grinning at Remus' blush.

"On the mouth," Remus confessed. "Like you and I kiss."

Sirius arched an eyebrow. "Really, Remus?" he murmured, leaning close so their lips were almost touching. Remus closed his eyes and parted his lips as Sirius drew close. Their lips met, and they kissed hotly for long minutes, sucking on each other's tongues, melting into each other.

"Is that how you kissed Lily, Remus?" Sirius asked huskily when they pulled away. "Because if it is, we may have a problem."

Remus blinked at him for a moment, then rolled his eyes. "Idiot," he said fondly, and drew him close. "I've only ever put my tongue in one person's mouth, and it certainly wasn't Lily."

"Good," said Sirius. "Because you. Are. Mine." He arched an eyebrow, leaned in close and did something with his hand that made Remus gasp and twitch under him. "Aren't you?"

"Yes," Remus breathed softly. "Oh yes." He arched up against Sirius' touch, not fully aroused yet but still enjoying the sensation; rather like scratching a good itch without the itch being there in the first place. "Oh, Siri, I missed you."

"I know, baby." Sirius kissed him again, gentle and sweet. "I missed you too."
They spent the rest of the afternoon like that, curled up in each other's arms, and only got up when their stomachs informed them it was almost dinnertime. As they got ready to go, Remus noticed something odd. Lying on Sirius' trunk were what looked like a pair of trousers made from the hide of an animal, only with the crotch and the seat missing. "Sirius, what on earth are those?"

"Hmm? Oh. They're called chaps. I know, odd name," he said at the look on Remus' face. "They're meant to be worn over those denim trousers Muggles like so much."

"Oh…" Remus blinked. "What are you doing with a pair?"

"They came with the bike." He shrugged. "Thought they'd be good for a lark sometime. Why?"

Remus blinked again, looked between his lover and the strange garment, looked at Sirius again, said, "Wear them under your robes tonight," and left.
Sirius watched him go, one eyebrow arched, and hastily began to pull the chaps on. When Remus had that look in his eyes, it usually turned out to be quite an evening.

Dinner was interesting, to say the least. Sirius had just sat down on Remus' left when he felt his lover sneak a hand up his legs. He nearly swallowed his tongue when that hand skimmed over the leather of the chaps and brushed against the bare skin of his groin. Remus made an approving noise, and patted him lightly with a butter-wouldn't-melt smile on his face. His hand stayed there for the entire meal.

After dinner, they went up to the Prefect's bathroom together. Remus, who actually was a Prefect, gave the password while Sirius, who got in far too much trouble to be one, hid under the invisibility cloak. Once safely inside, Sirius slipped the Cloak off his shoulders and dropped it on the floor. He was just starting to take his robes off too when Remus pounced. The next thing Sirius knew he was flat against the wall with Remus' tongue down his throat as his lover reached under the robes and wrapped his hand around Sirius' cock, squeezing and tugging. Sirius only had a moment to be surprised at that before Remus all but tore his robes off of him and buried his nose in Sirius' neck, drawing in a sharp breath through his nostrils.

"God, you smell good," Remus groaned softly, pressing himself against Sirius and thrusting their hips together. "And those…those whaddya call 'ems…"

"Chaps," Sirius said, his voice rough from desire.

"Yeah. Those. Wear those more often. I like those." Remus leaned in even closer and tilted his head up slightly, flicking Sirius' earlobe with his tongue. "I like you better naked, but I'll take what I can get."

"I like you better naked, too," Sirius murmured, and reached for Remus' robes, caressing as he removed them. "Mmm, so sexy, Remus." He tilted his head down and fastened his mouth on Remus'. Remus kissed back ardently, tangling his tongue in Sirius' as he slid his knee between his lover's legs. Sirius moaned into the kiss, then whimpered as Remus pulled away and knelt in front of him, his face level with Sirius' crotch.

"I like these," Remus murmured softly, and pressed his nose against the base of his lover's cock. "Like this too." Sirius gasped and tilted his head back, burying his fingers in Remus' hair. Remus smiled and kissed the sensitive skin, then licked his way up to the head. "I want you," he said, voice husky. "Want me?"

"Oh. Yes. Oh, God, Remus, yes". Sirius reached down and fumbled with the fastenings to the chaps for a moment, but then Remus looked up, locked eyes with him, and said, "Leave them on."

Sirius' breath caught in his throat. "Remus…what…"

Remus took Sirius' hands in his, trapping his wrists gently and pinning him to the wall. "Leave. Them. On," he growled softly, his own lean body pressed tightly against Sirius'. Sirius, who was many things but never stupid, complied. Remus spat into his palms and reached down between Sirius' legs, and Sirius gasped softly as he felt his lover's fingers slide into him, stretching him out. He wriggled on those fingers, trying to make them go in deeper, and Remus growled softly and pulled his hand out. The next thing Sirius knew, he was in Remus' arms, legs around his waist, and Remus was leaning him back against the wall and impaling him on his cock. Sirius gasped and wound his arms around his lover's neck, and Remus sped up, pounding into Sirius desperately and sealing their mouths together. They kissed hungrily, as though trying to consume one another; Sirius bit Remus' tongue and lips, and Remus, though he had the self control not to break the skin, gave back nearly as good as he got. The first time they broke apart for air, Sirius reached forward and pinched one of Remus' nipples between his thumb and pointer fingernails, hard, and then twisted sharply. Remus gasped, then growled, titled back his head and howled as he came. A moment later, his hand was wrapped around Sirius' cock, and it took only a few good tugs to make Sirius come too.

They leaned heavily against the wall for a moment as they recovered, and then Remus began to peel the chaps off of Sirius. Sirius blinked at him, but allowed it, and then grinned as Remus got his wand from the pocket of his robes and waved it at them, cleaning them off. His Remus was a neat freak. Sirius loved him anyway.

"You gonna use that wand on me now too?" he asked, amused.

Remus turned around and advanced on him, one eyebrow arched. "Actually, I was thinking of filling up the tub and scrubbing you down with my bare hands."
Sirius blinked, then swallowed. "Oh," he said faintly.

Remus grinned slightly. "Should I take it by the expression on your face you wouldn't mind reciprocating?"

Sirius blinked a few more times, shook his head and followed Remus to the tub. They had a grand time filling it with warm water and soap suds in every color, and when it was full, slid in together, still smiling, laughing and exchanging kisses. The smiles and laughter soon gave way to gasps and soft moans and whimpers as soft hands traversed beloved skin, clever fingers stroking and caressing. They continued to kiss throughout, staring into each other's eyes. They found each other's erections under the water and began to touch each other, gently at first, then more firmly, clinging to each other for balance as they did. Finally they broke apart, both shivering and fully aroused, and Remus took Sirius gently by the hand and pulled him over to the side of the tub, placing his hands on the taps.

"Don't let go," he ordered, whisper-soft. Sirius closed his eyes and shivered again as Remus got behind him, stroking his hips. "Bend over." Sirius did, and spread his legs slightly without even being asked. "Very good," Remus murmured, and slid into him, the water and soap surrounding them providing more than enough lubrication. Sirius gasped, his grip on the taps tightening convulsively. Remus reached around him with one hand, grasping his cock while his other hand held them both up. Sirius gasped and tilted his head back, whining low in his throat. Remus leaned in and fastened his teeth loosely on his neck, and Sirius gasped, thrust into Remus' hand, and came again. Remus growled and sped up his thrusts, pounding into his lover for a few more minutes before he, too, climaxed again. Sirius recovered first, and pulled himself gently off Remus' cock, prompting a bereft whimper from his lover. "Ssh, love," Sirius murmured, and embraced him, cradling him against his chest. "I'm right here. I just wanted to see you."

"Mm," said Remus, and burrowed close. "Love you, Siri."

Sirius smiled and leaned down slightly to kiss his lover's cheek. "I love you too, Rem," he murmured softly. "Now then, how about that bath?"

"All right," Remus said, looking up to give him a mischievous smile. "But this time, you're on top."

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