#just saying this in advance because i might draw the two fuckers naked a lot not because theyre doing anything nasty

[polarchariot]

sorry i like drawing naked people, i had a whole fixation on renaissance-era artists once

[krethes]

@wolfstarmicrofic Day Twenty-Four: popsicle

Part four of the firefighter AU (links to come oops). This one is much lighter, and ofc 18+.

Read: Part One (Wildfire), Part Two (Inhale), Part Three (Accident)

"You're ridiculous."

"I'm working!"

"The point remains."

"Bah! Remus, you just don't understand fine art."

"I hardly think sitting half-naked on the back of the fire engine deepthroating your THIRD melted popsicle qualifies as 'fine art'."

"See, that's where you're wrong. I'm mostly naked. And this is my fourth." Sirius, sitting shirtless and in a pair of indecently tiny white briefs, covered only by a helmet between his spread thighs wags the mostly-gone ice pop at him. His lips have been stained red by the popsicle, and if Remus wasn't so cross with him, he might actually find this is a little...hot.

"We're here to pose for a fundraising calendar, not...whatever it is you're doing!"

Sirius leans forward suddenly, pressing the helmet against his washboard torso, and fucking leers at him. "If you're confused, Lieutenant Lupin, maybe I can give you a play-by-play later?" he purrs.

Remus feels his face heat up and has to clench his thighs, willing his body to listen to him and not show, through the robe covering his own mostly-nakedness, the effect that Sirius has on him. Fucker. He advances on him with a little growl, and is pleased to see a flicker of excited apprehension flash across Sirius's face. "You little-

"Captain Potter! How good to see-"

"I leave you alone for three minutes to pee because I'm, if you haven't noticed, massively pregnant, and you're at this again?" Lily snaps as she comes back to the tripod (the camera, not either of them, though Remus thinks Sirius could give it a run for its money).

Sirius does his best to look contrite, but the overall effect is wholly ruined by the drip of cherry popsicle sliding down his wrists. Remus can't look away. He's spent the last half-hour watching Sirius put on this obscene display. Letting Sirius go first seemed like a good idea at the time, because when he gets bored, he gets a little (a lot) chaotic, and there is plenty of chaos to be made in the station. But now, his boxer briefs uncomfortably tight and his mind soaked with images of Sirius taking the ice pop down his throat, sucking and slurping and making the worst (best) sounds deep in his chest... Remus can see he miscalculated.

There's no way he can go on next, not like this. It's a shirtless fireman calendar, not X-rated pornography!

"Cover yourself back up, you menace," Lily scolds, waving vaguely at Sirius's very obvious and helmet-less bulge. "Save your foreplay for when you're off-duty."

"I AM off-duty, as a matter of fact. You're just jea-... Ah, hello, Chiefy."

Alastor somehow pins them both with his one good eye. "Captain Potter, is there a delay? Tweedledee and Tweedledum over there are getting restless and loosening all the caps to the pepper shakers."

Sure enough, Fabian and Gideon Prewett emerge from the cafeteria with shit-eating grins on their faces. They see Chief Moody and Lily and beat a hasty retreat.

Lily shoots Sirius a mutinous look from around the Chief's shoulder. "No, sir, I-"

"It's my fault, Chief Moody, sir," Remus interrupts. Alastor is a good Fire Chief, fair if a bit brusque, but he's had quite a lot to say about Lily still working as Captain during these late stages of her pregnancy. Remus doesn't want to draw any further heat to her than necessary. "Heckling my husband, sir, sorry."

Alastor doesn't look entirely convinced, but he's clearly bored with the whole affair. "You have eleven more to get through, Captain Potter," he says gruffly, and walks off.

In the end, Lily thanks Remus with the night off to match Sirius's, and Remus thinks, or as much as he can with his husband's head bobbing away between his spread thighs, that perhaps the popsicle fiasco wasn't so bad.