Three Days
by Cristen
Popslash/Harry Potter, JC Chasez/Remus Lupin
Warnings: Wacky Crossover. Drabbles. Non-explicit sex between a fictional character and the public persona of a real, live celebrity.
Note: Chronologically, I have no idea where this is. Post-PoA, in an AU in which PoA happens about ten years later? Yeah, let's go with that.
00:00
what he did for a living in the States
He had a cap pulled low over his eyes, making his face look like nothing but a nose and a smile. As he struck up a conversation, Remus wondered what he did for a living in the States that required that hat and the large man who was shadowing him from just outside the bookstore. They wandered back and forth through the cramped aisles, from Fiction to British History to Religion, chatting incessantly. Remus found himself mentioning the most inane things, and the man actually seemed to want to listen to him. That was reason enough to take him home.
12:00
it was nice to be touched
JC was thin, sharp lines, all flexibility and energy, and he gave an absolutely delighted grin every time he did something that made Remus arch and moan. Clutching at JC's shoulders with a too strong grip, he hoped he didn't sound as needy aloud as he did in his own head. He'd somehow forgotten, Remus realized, that it was nice to be touched. The slick skin under his hands moved and rolled with him and it was a little too much for him to process for a moment and he had to remind himself that yes, he could have this.
36:00
the life-changing effects of the paintings of Goya
He'd found Remus' battered, secondhand guitar and was picking out melodies that he stopped to hum along with occasionally while he talked. While describing the life-changing effects of the paintings of Goya, he fell silent, mid-sentence, and listened keenly to something he was playing. His expression was more intense than Remus expected, not quite the laughing man who'd shown him something surprisingly inventive with maraschino cherries a few hours before. When he looked back up, the smile reappeared out of nowhere, and he continued his story. It was fairly bizarre, and Remus supposed that was why he found it comforting.
60:00
what are you now?
"How do you know all this stuff?" JC asked, stretched out unselfconsciously naked across the end of the bed. They'd gotten into a quietly heated argument about constitutional monarchies, and Remus felt a lot like he was stretching a disused muscle.
"You know quite a lot, too. I was fascinated by your earlier discussion of the role of erotic photography in American popular culture." He nudged JC's stomach with his toe, watching the flash of his smile. "I used to be a school teacher."
"And what are you now?"
Remus looked around the near-empty flat. "That's a very good question."
72:00
a little transformed
JC was deeply asleep next to him. Soon, his large companion would show up, he'd go back to the States to do whatever it was he did (the most Remus had gotten out of him was, "I travel a lot," said with such casual evasiveness that Remus had to respect it), and Remus would rejoin what passed for the real world in his life. It was strange, really: he felt a little transformed, not quite himself. It wasn't an unwelcome feeling, but it was one he felt ready to leave behind. JC burrowed closer. Maybe in a few more hours.
Stories
Ethereal