Fic: Just Two Mates
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alisanneTitle: Just Two Mates
Author:alisanne
Rating: R
Pairing: Seamus Finnigan/Neville Longbottom
Summary: Just two mates hanging out together...
Word Count: 800
Genre: Romance.
Warnings: Fast, teenaged sex. *g*
A/N: Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
hp_may_madness's 2014 fest.
Day twenty six prompt(s) used: Wine, Quarry.
Kink: Lightning round.
This pairing was decided on by me! *g*
Betas:sevfan and emynn.
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
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Just Two Mates
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Seamus slipped into the Room of Requirement just in time. That was a close one, he thought as he tried to catch his breath. As usual, he’d been running from one of the Carrows. He hadn’t been sure which one, actually. They’re both sodding trolls and they seem to see us all as their quarry.
The Room was all but empty, only one person was in there. As he’d hoped. Seamus smiled. “Hey, Nev. I got us some wine.”
Neville looked up from the book he was reading. He was always reading these days. “Did you get food, too, though? I mean wine’s all right, but--”
“Yes, I got food, too.” Seamus sighed. Neville had turned into such a serious bloke. “I just thought we could have some fun, yeah? Just two mates together.”
Neville nodded, setting aside his book. “Sure. There’s a table over here.”
They sat side by side and Seamus reached into the basket he’d snuck from the kitchens, pulling out sandwiches, crisps, biscuits and some fruit. The elves seemed to know what they needed and usually left a basket or two conveniently placed out in the open, despite Snape’s order that no one should help the ‘noncompliant students’.
“Brilliant,” said Neville, grabbing a sandwich. “I owe you.”
Seamus knew exactly how he wished Neville would settle that debt, too. Watching him as he ate, his mouth watered. Who would have predicted that chubby Neville Longbottom would grow into this tall, muscular bloke that made Seamus want to climb him like a tree?
“Everything all right?” Neville asked as he ate. He smiled. “Did I drop something on myself?”
“No.” Seamus looked away. “Here, have some wine. You could do with relaxing a bit.”
Neville shook his head. “All right. But I’m not drinking alone.”
Seamus grinned back. “Too right you’re not.” Pulling two glasses from the basket, he opened the bottle and poured two generous measures. “Slainté!”
Neville held up his glass in a salute and they drank. “Not bad,” he said. “Where’d you get it?”
Seamus chuckled, refilling the glasses again. “Alecto gets a few bottles delivered every week. I saw the owl when it arrived and I pinched one.”
Neville sighed. “You take too many chances.”
And I’m about to take another one now, thought Seamus. Grasping Neville’s hand, he said, “When are the others coming back?”
“After class.” Neville licked his lips, stained red with wine, and Seamus’ breath quickened. “Why?”
Leaning in, Seamus pressed his mouth against Neville’s and hoped. For a moment it seemed as if Neville wasn’t going to do anything, but then he moaned, dropping the glass onto the table with a thump and a splash before wrapping his arms around Seamus and kissing him back.
Conveniently, they were sitting on a bench, so Seamus shifted closer, dragging Neville towards him.
The angle was awkward, but Seamus didn’t mind. He was finally snogging Neville, the bloke he’d had a crush on all year, ever since he’d turned into some sort of hot wizard vigilante.
“Have to be quick,” Neville gasped into his mouth. “The others will be here soon--”
Fast was fine with Seamus, who didn’t think he could last too long anyway. “Face me,” he whispered, straddling the bench.
Once Neville did, Seamus pressed even closer, fumbling with first Neville’s flies and then his own, all the while snogging Neville, who seemed to be urging him on with his mouth and hands.
Everything happened very fast after that. Somehow Seamus had both their cocks in his hand and was stroking, groaning at how bloody good it felt and then before he could even process it he was coming, his slick seed spurting all over Neville. Seamus barely had a chance to savour the weight of Neville’s cock in his hand before he, too, was coming, his body shuddering.
As they sat there panting, staring into each other’s eyes, the door started to open.
Neville’s eyes widened, and he reached for his wand. They barely managed to clean up and tuck themselves back in before the room was full of people.
“Oh, you got food,” said Ginny, flopping down across from them. “Good. I’m starving.”
“And wine,” murmured Luna, chewing on a piece of her hair as she stood there and stared unblinkingly at Seamus. He shifted uncomfortably under her gaze.
“Brilliant!” said Jimmy Peakes, reaching for an apple.
As everyone began eating and chatting, Luna tilted her head and said quietly, “I’m happy for you.”
Seamus blushed. “I don’t know what you mean. We’re just two mates--”
Neville slid his arm over Seamus’s shoulders and smiled at Luna. “Who like each other a lot. I think she knows that, Seamus. And thanks, Luna.”
Seamus relaxed. “Yes,” he said. “Thanks, Luna.”
~
Author:
alisanneRating: R
Pairing: Seamus Finnigan/Neville Longbottom
Summary: Just two mates hanging out together...
Word Count: 800
Genre: Romance.
Warnings: Fast, teenaged sex. *g*
A/N: Written for
hp_may_madness's 2014 fest. Day twenty six prompt(s) used: Wine, Quarry.
Kink: Lightning round.
This pairing was decided on by me! *g*
Betas:
sevfan and emynn. Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
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Just Two Mates
~
Seamus slipped into the Room of Requirement just in time. That was a close one, he thought as he tried to catch his breath. As usual, he’d been running from one of the Carrows. He hadn’t been sure which one, actually. They’re both sodding trolls and they seem to see us all as their quarry.
The Room was all but empty, only one person was in there. As he’d hoped. Seamus smiled. “Hey, Nev. I got us some wine.”
Neville looked up from the book he was reading. He was always reading these days. “Did you get food, too, though? I mean wine’s all right, but--”
“Yes, I got food, too.” Seamus sighed. Neville had turned into such a serious bloke. “I just thought we could have some fun, yeah? Just two mates together.”
Neville nodded, setting aside his book. “Sure. There’s a table over here.”
They sat side by side and Seamus reached into the basket he’d snuck from the kitchens, pulling out sandwiches, crisps, biscuits and some fruit. The elves seemed to know what they needed and usually left a basket or two conveniently placed out in the open, despite Snape’s order that no one should help the ‘noncompliant students’.
“Brilliant,” said Neville, grabbing a sandwich. “I owe you.”
Seamus knew exactly how he wished Neville would settle that debt, too. Watching him as he ate, his mouth watered. Who would have predicted that chubby Neville Longbottom would grow into this tall, muscular bloke that made Seamus want to climb him like a tree?
“Everything all right?” Neville asked as he ate. He smiled. “Did I drop something on myself?”
“No.” Seamus looked away. “Here, have some wine. You could do with relaxing a bit.”
Neville shook his head. “All right. But I’m not drinking alone.”
Seamus grinned back. “Too right you’re not.” Pulling two glasses from the basket, he opened the bottle and poured two generous measures. “Slainté!”
Neville held up his glass in a salute and they drank. “Not bad,” he said. “Where’d you get it?”
Seamus chuckled, refilling the glasses again. “Alecto gets a few bottles delivered every week. I saw the owl when it arrived and I pinched one.”
Neville sighed. “You take too many chances.”
And I’m about to take another one now, thought Seamus. Grasping Neville’s hand, he said, “When are the others coming back?”
“After class.” Neville licked his lips, stained red with wine, and Seamus’ breath quickened. “Why?”
Leaning in, Seamus pressed his mouth against Neville’s and hoped. For a moment it seemed as if Neville wasn’t going to do anything, but then he moaned, dropping the glass onto the table with a thump and a splash before wrapping his arms around Seamus and kissing him back.
Conveniently, they were sitting on a bench, so Seamus shifted closer, dragging Neville towards him.
The angle was awkward, but Seamus didn’t mind. He was finally snogging Neville, the bloke he’d had a crush on all year, ever since he’d turned into some sort of hot wizard vigilante.
“Have to be quick,” Neville gasped into his mouth. “The others will be here soon--”
Fast was fine with Seamus, who didn’t think he could last too long anyway. “Face me,” he whispered, straddling the bench.
Once Neville did, Seamus pressed even closer, fumbling with first Neville’s flies and then his own, all the while snogging Neville, who seemed to be urging him on with his mouth and hands.
Everything happened very fast after that. Somehow Seamus had both their cocks in his hand and was stroking, groaning at how bloody good it felt and then before he could even process it he was coming, his slick seed spurting all over Neville. Seamus barely had a chance to savour the weight of Neville’s cock in his hand before he, too, was coming, his body shuddering.
As they sat there panting, staring into each other’s eyes, the door started to open.
Neville’s eyes widened, and he reached for his wand. They barely managed to clean up and tuck themselves back in before the room was full of people.
“Oh, you got food,” said Ginny, flopping down across from them. “Good. I’m starving.”
“And wine,” murmured Luna, chewing on a piece of her hair as she stood there and stared unblinkingly at Seamus. He shifted uncomfortably under her gaze.
“Brilliant!” said Jimmy Peakes, reaching for an apple.
As everyone began eating and chatting, Luna tilted her head and said quietly, “I’m happy for you.”
Seamus blushed. “I don’t know what you mean. We’re just two mates--”
Neville slid his arm over Seamus’s shoulders and smiled at Luna. “Who like each other a lot. I think she knows that, Seamus. And thanks, Luna.”
Seamus relaxed. “Yes,” he said. “Thanks, Luna.”
~
