Peppermint Hot Chocolate

Part IV; Special Extra

“Sirius!”

“Yes love?”

“Where did you put the box with the Defense Against the Dark Arts texts?”

“Which box? You have about seven,” Sirius hollered back to his lover, rolling his slate colored eyes. The dark-haired teen across from him tried to hide his little giggles behind a hand. Sirius grinned back at him and gave him a playful wink.

“I do not have seven!” Remus called back indignantly from where he was in another room. “There are only two boxes and half of one has the Transfiguration texts which is the box I’m looking for! Do you have it upstairs with you?”

“I can’t say that I do,” Sirius sang, opening the box that he was kneeling in front of, pushing aside the flaps and pulling out some of the neatly folded clothes within. He handed them to Harry. “Do you know where his box is, love?”

“Maybe it’s in the lavatory?” Harry suggested. Sirius furrowed his brows, trying hard to stay focused as Harry bent over to place things in the lower drawer, his dark colored jeans pulled taught across his tempting backside.

“Why would we put a box of books in the lavatory?” Sirius asked, scratching his head in confusion.

“I dunno, but we didn’t exactly have an organized move,” Harry said, standing and reaching for the second pile of clothes that Sirius was holding out towards him. “I don’t know where you put the box.”

“Why do you think that I had the box?” Sirius questioned, almost indignant as he folded down the now empty box and moved onto another.

“Remus was trying to put boxes in their appropriate rooms and the two of you didn’t want me to do heavy lifting-,”

“We can’t have our mate hurt!” Sirius interjected, but Harry ignored him and continued on his train of thought.

“So you are the only one that could have handled the box.”

“Sirius, why is the box in the lavatory!?” Remus shouted and Harry snickered. Sirius pursed his lips in annoyance.

“Fine, the box is in the lavatory,” he groused.

“Obviously,” Harry said with a roll of his expressive emerald eyes. Sirius playfully snapped his teeth at the younger man, reveling in the sound of his mate’s laughter that came from the gesture.

Remus appeared in the doorway, a stack of books clutched to his chest and a slightly disgruntled look on his handsome face. “Sorry Moony,” Sirius said sheepishly, sending him a sweet smile, “I didn’t look at the label on the box.”

“I can see that,” Remus remarked dryly, but his amber eyes were sparkling. He turned his gaze to his younger mate, Harry smiling shyly at him before ducking his head bashfully.

Remus clicked his tongue and made his way over to the dark-haired teen, shifting the tomes to one arm and placing a finger under Harry’s chin, forcing him to meet the werewolf’s eyes. “None of that,” Remus cooed.

“I’m sorry,” Harry said quietly.

Sirius; who had made his way over to his mates and wound himself around Harry’s back; tsk’d gently, nudging the younger man’s cheek with his nose until Harry leaned his head back against the dark-haired man’s shoulder and looked at him with pretty eyes. “No apologies,” he whispered.

“I’m-,” Harry started, but Sirius interrupted him.

“None of that,” the man breathed before sealing his lips over Harry’s. The emerald-eyed young man mewled into the languid kiss, bringing one hand up to twine in Sirius’s thick hair. Remus growled hungrily, his eyes darkening as he watched the two engaged in their deep, languid kiss. Harry reached for him and Remus pressed against his chest, moaning gently as Harry entwined his free hand in the wolf’s sandy brown hair.

Remus attached his lips to Harry’s delicious looking throat, sucking and nipping lovingly, adoring the way Harry’s hand tightened in his hair and the soft moans that vibrated the flesh under his lips. The younger man pulled away from Sirius’ kiss, his breath escaping him in desperate pants as the two men devoured his neck on either side; Sirius beginning to unbutton his shirt as Remus dropped the books he was holding and started in on removing his jeans.

“Wait-,” Harry choked out, even as he tilted his head back to allow his lovers greater access to his neck. “We can’t do this.”

“It’s our house, so I don’t see why not,” Sirius smirked, trailing the tip of his tongue up Harry’s neck. The younger man gasped and trembled in between the other two, the hand buried in Remus’ soft hair slipping to rest at his side as Remus dropped to his knees.

“My parents. . .” Harry whispered, arching his hips closer to the soft lips that were brushing against his boxer-clad erection. “They’ll be here soon.”

“They’ll knock,” Sirius soothed, his fingers finding Harry’s nipples now that his shirt was unbuttoned.

Harry laughed breathlessly, shuddering wildly as Sirius played with his chest and Remus pulled his underwear down, his cock springing free and making both of his lovers groan excitedly at the sight. “You obviously don’t know my dad very well,” Harry whispered, licking his dry lips.

“I don’t,” the other black-haired male agreed, pressing a tender kiss to Harry’s cheek even as he continued to manipulate the erect little buds perched atop a slightly tanned chest. “But don’t think right now; just enjoy.” With those words Remus swallowed down Harry’s cock to the root, Harry shouting out loudly and thrusting his hips forward, desperate for more of that perfect wet warmth.

Remus devoured his young mate hungrily, sucking strongly and flicking his tongue against the head when he pulled back, before diving back down for more of Harry’s taste. Harry was keening wildly, panting and gasping and squirming within Sirius’ grasp. Remus was sure that if the other man wasn’t holding him up Harry would have collapsed to the floor.

“Please,” Harry moaned, shaking his head. “Please, stop, we can’t.”

“Of course we can,” Sirius purred, running his hand down Harry’s chest and stomach, his fingertips trailing playfully over Remus’ top lip and making both his mates moan noisily.

“But my parents-,” Harry tried to protest again. Sirius nipped him sharply on the neck. Harry yelped.

“Didn’t I tell you to enjoy, not think?” Sirius murmured. “Give Remus your come, Beautiful,” he hissed. Harry gasped, arching frantically. His eyes were wide behind his glasses, staring unseeingly up at the ceiling as Sirius entwined his hand in Remus’ hair.

“Sirius,” Harry sighed. “Remus.”

“He’s hungry for you, Harry,” Sirius continued, grinding his own erection against Harry’s back. Remus moaned his agreement loudly, clutching Harry’s hips and sucking harder on the cock in his mouth. “Give him what he wants.”

“I’m close,” Harry gasped suddenly, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

“Yes,” Sirius whispered his eyes dark and intense. “Let go, let go for us.”

“I. . . I,” Harry stuttered, his body tensing, readying for climax.

SLAM!

“Alright, stop molesting my son and get down here!” James Potter bellowed from downstairs, startling the three in the bedroom. Remus pulled away quickly, Harry crying out as his erection was suddenly surrounded by cold air. Sirius jumped at the shout, swiveling his head to look at the wide open door of the bedroom, his eyes narrowed angrily. Remus, too, looked upset, brows furrowed in aggravation as his eyes slowly morphed from gold back to their usual amber.

Harry whimpered and sagged in Sirius’ arms, every breath escaping him in a soft whine. His cock was still hard, glistening from Remus’ saliva, the head purple and leaking pre-come. Sirius gave him a gentle kiss before passing the younger man over to the now standing Remus. “I’ll go try and distract James, but he won’t wait for long.”

As if to prove what Sirius said, James yodeled, “Hellooooooooooooo, I know you three are here! Hopefully dressed and presentable!”

“Go,” Remus whispered. “I’ve got the puppy.” Harry murmured, rubbing against his mate’s stomach in a desperate search for friction.

Sirius gave both of them quick kisses, adjusted himself in his jeans, and strode quickly from the room, his boisterous greeting floating throughout the house. Remus looked down at Harry, who peered up at him through glazed eyes. “I told you we couldn’t,” he whispered.

Remus chuckled dryly. “So you did,” he murmured. “Are you going to be alright?”

“Fine,” Harry said, standing up with difficulty. His erection was just beginning to fade, but his boxers and jeans were still around his ankles and hindering his movement.

“I’ll make it up to you tonight,” Remus promised his voice husky with desire. “I’ll-,”

“Shh!” Harry said frantically, pressing a finger against Remus’ lips. They were soft and plump beneath his digit. “Don’t say any more or I’ll never be able to go down and see mum and dad.” Remus grinned devilishly and gave a quick lick to Harry’s finger before he began to help the younger man straighten himself out.

“. . .happy birthday, dear Harry! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!” the four adults shouted tunelessly. Harry laughed in delight, even as his cheeks flushed brightly in embarrassment. A small cake; perfect for the five in the house; sat in front of the birthday boy, six candles flickering happily in the baked confection.

“Blow out the candles!” Sirius crowed, a huge grin covering his handsome face. Harry grinned, doing as the man requested and throwing the room into darkness as the people around him clapped enthusiastically. Remus flicked his wand at the light switch and the room was flooded with bright light.

“Birthday boy gets the first slice,” Lily beamed, picking up the serving utensils and easily cutting the cake into five slices. Remus held out a plate and Lily plopped one of the large slices of cake onto it, setting down in front of her son and dropping a kiss on top of his messy ebony hair. Harry smiled up at her, his eyes sparkling wildly with happiness.

“Thanks mum,” he said. Lily smiled and served the rest of the cake to the other occupants in the room, everyone munching away contently at their slices.

“What do your friends have planned for your birthday?” James asked Harry curiously. The older Potter had been informed that his son’s friends from work would be taking him out tomorrow, the day after his birthday, while the day of his birthday was just for family. Harry was secretly glad that his friends had decided this; he didn’t know if they would be able to handle his father’s strangeness.

“I don’t actually know,” Harry admitted with a shrug, licking traces of frosting off his fork. Sirius and Remus stared, their own cake forgotten as their eyes darkened with lust. Lily watched warily; although she had come to accept the relationship that her son had with her two classmates from school (she was actually quite happy for her boy since this was probably the happiest he had ever been), she didn’t want to see what should happen behind closed doors.

“James,” Lily cleared her throat nervously, placing her cake down on the table. “I think that its time we be going.”

“What are you talking about?” James asked, confused and oblivious. Harry was also puzzled at his mother’s sudden declaration, looking at the redhead in confusion, but continuing to run his fork mindlessly back and forth across his tongue. Sirius’ hand found Remus’ and he gripped it tightly, trying to reign in his desire. Remus was struggling as well, his body humming with tension.

“I’m sure that Harry has gifts to open and we have . . . laundry . . . to do at home,” Lily fibbed, yanking the plate of half-eaten dessert from her husband’s hand and ushering him out of the room towards the front door.

“Laundry? Lily, we just did laundry last night!” James protested, grabbing onto the doorjamb of the kitchen and firmly planting his feet. His redheaded wife placed her palms flat on his back and continued to push, putting all her weight behind her motion, but her husband didn’t budge.

“James, you and I both know that your socks pile up in a day,” Lily huffed.

“Are you saying my feet stink?” James quipped, looking over his shoulder at his struggling spouse. Lily growled, straightened, and then rammed her elbow into the black-haired man’s spine. James yelped and stumbled into the foyer, Lily quickly following.

“I’ll floo you tomorrow honey,” the woman called back to her son, gathering her shoes and opening the front door. “Have a happy birthday!”

“Lily, I wasn’t finished with my cake yet!” James whined as he was shoved out of the door, shoes flying out after him and hitting him in the backside.

“We’ll buy some on the way home,” Lily said, the door slamming shut behind her. Harry blinked, shocked, staring at the doorway and wondering what had just happened.

He cleared his throat. “Well, that was . . . different.”

“Your mother is a very smart woman,” Remus growled, slinking towards the younger man. Harry turned surprised eyes onto his wolf, his breath catching in his throat as he saw the smoldering look in those amber eyes that were beginning to swirl gold.

“Remus, what . . .” Harry breathed, standing from his chair and taking a few stumbling steps backwards, only to run into his second lover. Sirius twined his arms around Harry’s slim waist, rolling his hips into the younger man and letting him feel the raging erection trapped in his jeans.

“We owe you for earlier, don’t we Beautiful?” Remus rumbled, making his way to stand in front of Harry and cupping that gorgeous face in between his large, warm hands.

Harry felt his heart thudding in his chest, his own cock beginning to swell as he gave a faint moan. “But,” he whispered, “my parents.”

“Are gone now,” Sirius answered. “And they won’t be coming back tonight.”

“So,” Remus continued where his mate had left off, “nothing is going to interrupt us this time.” He kissed Harry’s nose gently, a move that was so at odds with the burning lust in his eyes. “I do believe that it is time Sirius and I gave you your birthday present.”

And with a moan Harry was swept into Sirius’ arms and hurried upstairs, the cake abandoned on the table and a door slamming shut echoing throughout the house.

Story finished: December 6, 2008