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wook77Title: Dusk
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Pairing: Dean/Seamus with a voyeur!Harry
Wordcount: 343
Rating: Hard R
Warnings: voyeuristic!Harry
Summary: Shocked, intrigued, repulsed, attracted, Harry stared at the sight in front of him.
A/N: Written forchaeldub's prompt of Deamus with Harry watching. I hope this fits the bill. Also, not a drabble but not really a ficlet either. Finally - unbeta'd as I wrote this during driving school on Saturday.
Shocked, intrigued, repulsed, attracted, Harry stared at the sight in front of him. He hadn't ever considered this. Well, he had but not really, not seriously. They were his mates and he didn't know.
He'd tumbled out of the Floo a minute ago. When the flat echoed his greeting back at him, Harry hadn't really questioned. Instead, he'd started down the hall.
The door to Dean's bedroom was closed but there were muted noises coming from behind it. The bitten off cry had his heart racing and, in a controlled panic, he threw the door open.
Without taking his eyes away from the sight in front of him, he grabbed the door inches from it slamming into the wall. There, in front of him, Dean was wrapped around Seamus, his chest to Seamus' back.
In the murky light of a sunset in London being filtered through dingy curtains as they stirred in the breeze, the contrast of their skin tones weren't nearly as obvious as during the day. Instead, they blended, one into the other.
"Dean." The breathy moan had Harry's cock stirring in his trousers and Harry felt shame. He was watching two of his best friends fucking, and no, that word was wrong. Even Harry could tell that there was something more than just the physical between them as Seamus moaned and Dean stroked a hand down Seamus' cheek softly even as he continued to thrust harshly.
Harry had suspected but hadn't taken those suspicions seriously. He'd seen the furtive glances, the quick touches, a finger on the lips, a stray lock brushed off the forehead. He'd thought it merely the deep friendship that had spanned fifteen years, a war and countless losses.
As Dean thrust hard, Seamus bit back another cry. Harry's cock hardened completely and, completely mortified, he closed the door and fled to his bedroom.
The image of the two of them would stay with him but it was dirty, wrong to want, to respond to that. They were his friends and, as his hand frantically undid his trousers, he bit back his own cry.
As always - your thoughts and concrit always welcomed with open arms.
Author:
wook77Pairing: Dean/Seamus with a voyeur!Harry
Wordcount: 343
Rating: Hard R
Warnings: voyeuristic!Harry
Summary: Shocked, intrigued, repulsed, attracted, Harry stared at the sight in front of him.
A/N: Written for
chaeldub's prompt of Deamus with Harry watching. I hope this fits the bill. Also, not a drabble but not really a ficlet either. Finally - unbeta'd as I wrote this during driving school on Saturday.Shocked, intrigued, repulsed, attracted, Harry stared at the sight in front of him. He hadn't ever considered this. Well, he had but not really, not seriously. They were his mates and he didn't know.
He'd tumbled out of the Floo a minute ago. When the flat echoed his greeting back at him, Harry hadn't really questioned. Instead, he'd started down the hall.
The door to Dean's bedroom was closed but there were muted noises coming from behind it. The bitten off cry had his heart racing and, in a controlled panic, he threw the door open.
Without taking his eyes away from the sight in front of him, he grabbed the door inches from it slamming into the wall. There, in front of him, Dean was wrapped around Seamus, his chest to Seamus' back.
In the murky light of a sunset in London being filtered through dingy curtains as they stirred in the breeze, the contrast of their skin tones weren't nearly as obvious as during the day. Instead, they blended, one into the other.
"Dean." The breathy moan had Harry's cock stirring in his trousers and Harry felt shame. He was watching two of his best friends fucking, and no, that word was wrong. Even Harry could tell that there was something more than just the physical between them as Seamus moaned and Dean stroked a hand down Seamus' cheek softly even as he continued to thrust harshly.
Harry had suspected but hadn't taken those suspicions seriously. He'd seen the furtive glances, the quick touches, a finger on the lips, a stray lock brushed off the forehead. He'd thought it merely the deep friendship that had spanned fifteen years, a war and countless losses.
As Dean thrust hard, Seamus bit back another cry. Harry's cock hardened completely and, completely mortified, he closed the door and fled to his bedroom.
The image of the two of them would stay with him but it was dirty, wrong to want, to respond to that. They were his friends and, as his hand frantically undid his trousers, he bit back his own cry.
As always - your thoughts and concrit always welcomed with open arms.
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Date: 2006-05-23 12:46 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-05-23 03:50 am (UTC)It was actually as class started but yeah... it was fairly nice. I was also working on some dialogue in my head for something else.
I bet he would have passed out. That would have been worth it.
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