Marauder crack

Infect me

Remus never makes it to his Potions class. Sirius is right. He is actually too hot to think of bubbling cauldrons. Instead, he directs straight to the Quidditch team changing rooms, taking advantage of the fact that it is class time still, and there is no one around. The long benches are empty and the lockers closed. 

He begins to remove his clothes as soon as he arrives. He throws his shoes to the corner, without hands helping, pushing the heel with the other tip of the toes. He takes off his boxers along with his pants and socks, all in one movement. And he takes off his shirt pulling up, without letting go all the buttons, making the shirt and tie come out together at once. Breathing restlessly, he can't wait. If he doesn't touch himself now, if he doesn't relieve himself now, he is going to explode.

There is no one in the showers and no one can see him barefoot, naked, suffering an erection, tucked under the stream of the shower. Tall as the tower of Gryffindor, muscular buttocks marked by two or three bruises, deep cuts in his back full of freckles. The breadth of the chest, the hair on the face, eyes closed. Pale, concentrated, shaking hand vigorously but slowly to lengthen the moment and retain the feeling of fever in the skin and blood. He can only think of him and his words and his skin, fuck, abrasive contact with his skin. So close.

"I'll wait for you to fall asleep and lick you from head to toe until you too start to shiver and sweat and burn".

And he shivers and sweats and burns.

"And to be as hot as I am".

And it's hot. It is so hot. He can't take it anymore. So close and yet so far, more and more intense, until he can't more.

"Infect me", he murmurs, while he masturbates in the boys' shower. "Infect me, Sirius", as he cums under the water.