New Fic - "Comfort" NC-17
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xylodemon's If You're Not at TWH Challenge. This is in response to deliciantasy's prompt of "Harry/Seamus where they both wish the other was someone else (of your choosing) but they don't know it before hand. One should have virgin status."
Title: Comfort
Pairing: Harry/Seamus
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Angst, Smut, First Time
Summary: After too many losses, Seamus and Harry comfort each other. They realize they want someone else.
A/N:deliciantasy - I hope this is close to what you wanted! For all - Concrit always welcome (honest!).
ETA: Has now been added at Skyehawke
The sound of crying distracted Harry from his mission of finding the nearest bed and falling asleep as soon as possible. Considering that the death toll was rising for the Light, tears were a common enough occurrence. Harry thought he was hardened enough to ignore another person’s grief but he wasn’t, he couldn’t.
So, he walked down the hall, listening as the sound of sobbing grew louder. Finally, he found the door that hid the mourning. He cracked it open and looked inside. He was thankful that he hadn’t hardened when it saw that it was Seamus crying on the bed.
Seamus was curled in on himself as he leaned against the headboard. His knees were pulled tightly to his chest as he rocked back and forth, the curve of his spine rhythmically tapping against the headboard.
“Seamus?” Seamus’ head slowly pulled away from his knees and looked over them towards Harry. The tear tracks reflected the light from the doorway.
“Who?” One softly spoken word so that Harry knew.
“Dean. Ginny. Lavender is in St. Mungo’s. A couple of Aurors, didn’t know them, didn’t ask.” Harry walked across the room as Seamus recited the list of names in a detached voice.
Harry didn’t respond verbally as he sat on the bed and hugged the Irishman. With a cry, Seamus turned and launched himself into Harry’s arms. The tears started again and this time, Harry joined in.
Harry didn’t know when the embrace turned from comfort into awkwardness. He didn’t know when he started feeling a bit different while holding his friend. All he knew was that when he turned his head to look at Seamus, their lips met and their tongues touched. A hand reached out and touched a cheek. Another reached into the hair and pulled a head closer. Heads switched, side to side, noses brushed as each searched for a better angle to continue the kiss.
When they finally broke apart in search of air, their eyes opened.
“Please.” Harry heard Seamus’ whispered plea. Harry nodded and they kissed once more.
This time, Harry reached his hands under Seamus’ shirt and tugged it off. Lips clashed once more, the kissing getting hotter and hotter.
“More.” Harry once more heard Seamus’ whisper and raked his nails down the back and roughly shoved his hands into the man’s pants to tightly clench his arse. He clenched and released it in a kneading motion as he felt the heat between them.
Harry was forced to move his arms when Seamus tugged Harry’s shirt off. Fumbling hands undid his belt and quickly unzipped his pants. The moan that came out of his mouth couldn’t be helped as he pressed into the hand holding his cock. Bare chests pressed against each other. There was no softness of breasts, just hard, muscular chests.
One of Harry’s hands reached between them and quickly undid Seamus’ belt and zipper. A forceful push and Seamus’ pants released the prize hidden in his pants. He was unsure of how hard to grip. Instead, he tugged and rubbed as if it were his own. The answering moan showed him that he was doing it right.
Harry had no idea how he ended up on his back with Seamus’ finger up his arse, but he enjoyed the pressure. Another finger and he moaned in pain. He was stretched and it was uncomfortable. Seamus grinned down from above and Harry tried to answer. When a third finger entered him, he cried out.
“Shh, it’ll be fine, love. You’ll like this, I promise.” Eventually, the pain dissipated somewhat as Seamus continued to scissor and move. A whispered spell and Harry could feel the lubricant smoothing the way as Seamus replaced his fingers with his cock. Even with the stretching and the preparation, it hurt.
Seamus stopped at the cry. When Harry nodded once more, Seamus pushed further in. Finally, after so many starts and stops, Seamus was situated and Harry rolled his hips, wondering at the feeling.
“Good?” Seamus asked and Harry responded with a kiss. As they broke apart, Seamus pulled back and then rocked into Harry hard. Their moans and groans mingled as they thrust and plunged, rocked and pushed. Harry screamed when Seamus hit something deep inside of him. A laugh answered him as Seamus pressed his sweaty forehead against Harry’s.
“What was that?” Harry didn’t care that his voice was pitched a bit higher and he was out of breath.
“Prostate, felt good, did it?” Seamus pulled out and thrust back in to hit that spot once more. Harry moaned and closed his eyes as they re-established their rhythm.
The sweat slickened bodies glided against each other. Backs arched as hips pumped. Butts clenched and thighs tightened. Finally, Seamus came, his seed coating Harry’s inside.
“Dean!” The shout reverberated around the room.
Harry was too caught up in his own orgasm that he didn’t understand at first. Instead, he roared, “Neville!”
When they came down from their high, both were embarrassed to realize they’d shouted another’s name. Neither could make eye contact as they pulled apart. A small pop seemed to echo thunderously as Seamus pulled out.
Harry lay sprawled on the bed while Seamus sat on the side of the bed.
“It’s ok.” Harry reached out a hand and touched Seamus’ back. Seamus flinched away.
“It’s not ok, it won’t ever be ok. I was with you and I called his name. It was your first time and I called someone else’s name. How much more of an arsehole could I be?”
“I called someone else’s name too. I’m sorry for that.” Harry sat up and hugged Seamus from behind. Seamus stayed stiff as Harry rubbed his chest. Finally, though, Seamus collapsed back into the embrace.
“We’re fucked up, aren’t we?” The words were soft and Harry wasn’t sure if he was supposed to hear it or not.
“Yeah, but we’ll get better.” Harry reassured Seamus. The Irishman pulled his hands up from his lap and held onto Harry’s arms. Their heads pressed together as they each retreated into their thoughts. Today was painful but perhaps tomorrow would be better.
xylodemon's If You're Not at TWH Challenge. This is in response to deliciantasy's prompt of "Harry/Seamus where they both wish the other was someone else (of your choosing) but they don't know it before hand. One should have virgin status."Title: Comfort
Pairing: Harry/Seamus
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Angst, Smut, First Time
Summary: After too many losses, Seamus and Harry comfort each other. They realize they want someone else.
A/N:
deliciantasy - I hope this is close to what you wanted! For all - Concrit always welcome (honest!).ETA: Has now been added at Skyehawke
The sound of crying distracted Harry from his mission of finding the nearest bed and falling asleep as soon as possible. Considering that the death toll was rising for the Light, tears were a common enough occurrence. Harry thought he was hardened enough to ignore another person’s grief but he wasn’t, he couldn’t.
So, he walked down the hall, listening as the sound of sobbing grew louder. Finally, he found the door that hid the mourning. He cracked it open and looked inside. He was thankful that he hadn’t hardened when it saw that it was Seamus crying on the bed.
Seamus was curled in on himself as he leaned against the headboard. His knees were pulled tightly to his chest as he rocked back and forth, the curve of his spine rhythmically tapping against the headboard.
“Seamus?” Seamus’ head slowly pulled away from his knees and looked over them towards Harry. The tear tracks reflected the light from the doorway.
“Who?” One softly spoken word so that Harry knew.
“Dean. Ginny. Lavender is in St. Mungo’s. A couple of Aurors, didn’t know them, didn’t ask.” Harry walked across the room as Seamus recited the list of names in a detached voice.
Harry didn’t respond verbally as he sat on the bed and hugged the Irishman. With a cry, Seamus turned and launched himself into Harry’s arms. The tears started again and this time, Harry joined in.
Harry didn’t know when the embrace turned from comfort into awkwardness. He didn’t know when he started feeling a bit different while holding his friend. All he knew was that when he turned his head to look at Seamus, their lips met and their tongues touched. A hand reached out and touched a cheek. Another reached into the hair and pulled a head closer. Heads switched, side to side, noses brushed as each searched for a better angle to continue the kiss.
When they finally broke apart in search of air, their eyes opened.
“Please.” Harry heard Seamus’ whispered plea. Harry nodded and they kissed once more.
This time, Harry reached his hands under Seamus’ shirt and tugged it off. Lips clashed once more, the kissing getting hotter and hotter.
“More.” Harry once more heard Seamus’ whisper and raked his nails down the back and roughly shoved his hands into the man’s pants to tightly clench his arse. He clenched and released it in a kneading motion as he felt the heat between them.
Harry was forced to move his arms when Seamus tugged Harry’s shirt off. Fumbling hands undid his belt and quickly unzipped his pants. The moan that came out of his mouth couldn’t be helped as he pressed into the hand holding his cock. Bare chests pressed against each other. There was no softness of breasts, just hard, muscular chests.
One of Harry’s hands reached between them and quickly undid Seamus’ belt and zipper. A forceful push and Seamus’ pants released the prize hidden in his pants. He was unsure of how hard to grip. Instead, he tugged and rubbed as if it were his own. The answering moan showed him that he was doing it right.
Harry had no idea how he ended up on his back with Seamus’ finger up his arse, but he enjoyed the pressure. Another finger and he moaned in pain. He was stretched and it was uncomfortable. Seamus grinned down from above and Harry tried to answer. When a third finger entered him, he cried out.
“Shh, it’ll be fine, love. You’ll like this, I promise.” Eventually, the pain dissipated somewhat as Seamus continued to scissor and move. A whispered spell and Harry could feel the lubricant smoothing the way as Seamus replaced his fingers with his cock. Even with the stretching and the preparation, it hurt.
Seamus stopped at the cry. When Harry nodded once more, Seamus pushed further in. Finally, after so many starts and stops, Seamus was situated and Harry rolled his hips, wondering at the feeling.
“Good?” Seamus asked and Harry responded with a kiss. As they broke apart, Seamus pulled back and then rocked into Harry hard. Their moans and groans mingled as they thrust and plunged, rocked and pushed. Harry screamed when Seamus hit something deep inside of him. A laugh answered him as Seamus pressed his sweaty forehead against Harry’s.
“What was that?” Harry didn’t care that his voice was pitched a bit higher and he was out of breath.
“Prostate, felt good, did it?” Seamus pulled out and thrust back in to hit that spot once more. Harry moaned and closed his eyes as they re-established their rhythm.
The sweat slickened bodies glided against each other. Backs arched as hips pumped. Butts clenched and thighs tightened. Finally, Seamus came, his seed coating Harry’s inside.
“Dean!” The shout reverberated around the room.
Harry was too caught up in his own orgasm that he didn’t understand at first. Instead, he roared, “Neville!”
When they came down from their high, both were embarrassed to realize they’d shouted another’s name. Neither could make eye contact as they pulled apart. A small pop seemed to echo thunderously as Seamus pulled out.
Harry lay sprawled on the bed while Seamus sat on the side of the bed.
“It’s ok.” Harry reached out a hand and touched Seamus’ back. Seamus flinched away.
“It’s not ok, it won’t ever be ok. I was with you and I called his name. It was your first time and I called someone else’s name. How much more of an arsehole could I be?”
“I called someone else’s name too. I’m sorry for that.” Harry sat up and hugged Seamus from behind. Seamus stayed stiff as Harry rubbed his chest. Finally, though, Seamus collapsed back into the embrace.
“We’re fucked up, aren’t we?” The words were soft and Harry wasn’t sure if he was supposed to hear it or not.
“Yeah, but we’ll get better.” Harry reassured Seamus. The Irishman pulled his hands up from his lap and held onto Harry’s arms. Their heads pressed together as they each retreated into their thoughts. Today was painful but perhaps tomorrow would be better.
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Date: 2005-10-10 08:29 pm (UTC)I've been reading a couple of neville-centric fics so it snuck in ;)
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Date: 2005-10-10 09:08 pm (UTC)I friended you... hope you don't mind.
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Date: 2005-10-10 09:20 pm (UTC)I'm glad I have a few surprises up my sleeve ;)
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Date: 2005-10-10 09:36 pm (UTC)I fangirl/squee and OMG all the time... with every good comment!
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Date: 2005-10-11 05:18 pm (UTC)I have another t-shirt that says, I love dorks... so let's be dorks together! *Squee* ;)