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It's Complicated	By : KohakuShadow Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2708 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter and am not making any money off of it. The boys are all just so sexy I can't help playing with them a bit. I'll put them back when I'm done. In tact. ...probably.

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Chapter 5

Seamus had never thought
of himself as weak, but there was no other word he could use to
describe how all of his moral fibre evaporated under the weight of
Charlie Weasley's 'Come Hither' eyes. His two weeks of treatment
became three, because nearly every time Seamus had to rub the salve
into his wound they ended up naked and spent. It didn't matter that
every time, Seamus swore it wouldn't happen again, swore that he'd be
loyal to Percy. All Charlie had to do was drag his calloused fingers
along his cheek, or give him that sexy little smirk, or moan his name
softly into the pillows, and Seamus' inner battle was lost.

He always felt like shite
about it afterward. The guilt would consume him and he would end up
in pitiful, girlish tears. Charlie would hold and soothe him, even
though the man's kindness only made his own guilt that much worse. He
sat down to write to Percy so many times, but he couldn't bring
himself to do it. He'd finally managed a vague, uninteresting letter
in the beginning of May. He'd only mentioned that Charlie was
teaching him very briefly, because he didn't dare linger on the
subject of Percy's older brother.

It was the end of August
before Percy replied, and in that time Seamus had stocked up on at
least a dozen new sins of infidelity thanks to the elder brother's
passionate embrace. He knew the only reason the number wasn't higher
was that Bill was still crashing at Charlie's. He'd be leaving in a
week or two, Charlie said. Seamus dreaded that. He didn't know what
would keep him out of Charlie's bed if not Bill's presence during
their evening language tutoring sessions. It certainly wouldn't be
his willpower – he apparently had none where Charlie was
concerned. And oh, how Charlie was going to hate him when he found
out that it was Percy's boyfriend he was shagging! Seamus dreaded
that most of all. He couldn't bear the thought of being hated by
Charlie, but a bitter voice in the back of his mind that sounded
annoyingly like Dean Thomas reminded him that at least then he
wouldn't have to worry about succumbing to the base desires that
Charlie inspired in him.

He shook his head. He'd
been staring ominously down at Percy's tidy script on the envelope
for nearly twenty minutes as if his boyfriend would be able to sense
his guilt if he read it. He tore it it open and scanned the letter.
It was awfully brief for something he'd spent three months waiting
for.

'Seamus,

I will be at Bill's
next month – housewarming party and some sight-seeing while
we're there. I am sure I can think of something to be intensely
interested in that will bore the rest of my family to tears, and thus
manage an afternoon to myself. Will you be able to meet me? Let me
know, a.s.a.p. If not, I will make alternate plans.

Percy'

Seamus replied abruptly,
his own sloppy scrawl only barely legible. Yeah, that would help. If
he could see Percy again... It had just been too long, that's all.

He managed to convince
himself of that for an astonishing fourteen hours before Charlie got
his hands on him at lunch the next day.

***

“Hey.”

“...hey.”

Did this feel as awkward
for Percy as it did for him? Shouldn't he feel more excited. No, of
course not. Their relationship had been running rocky when they last
saw one another. Seamus couldn't expect a little bit of distance to
make that just disappear. He sat awkwardly on the edge of the bed an
arm's length from Percy.

When Percy leaned
clumsily over him and their lips connected, there was still nothing
there. It was nice, mind. Soft, shy, and kind of sweet, but that's
all it was. Seamus wondered if Percy thought so too.

Percy sat back. “You're
still angry,” he said.

“I,
what? No. About what?” Seamus looked honestly confused.

“I
wasn't particularly kind when we last saw one another, Seamus. Did
you forget?”

Seamus chuckled. “You
were just being you. You've got a lot going on. I know that.”

“You
don't seem all that happy to see me, all the same.”

'It's the guilt,'
Seamus thought. “No, I just...you know. Thinking about
things. Us. Trying to figure out what the problem is, how to fix it.
I thought I'd have some kind of answer by now, but all I can think
is...well...” he blushed.

“What?”

“Don't
get pissed, okay? Promise.”

“It's
not like you to be so timid,” Percy answered flatly.

“Well,
you've cheated on me a few times and all.” He held up his hands
defensively before Percy could take offense. “No. I mean,
shite, I'm not exactly innocent either, right, but I think it's
important to talk about this. Probably. I mean, we've both done that
sort of thing and that means we were able to get things from nearly
perfect strangers that we couldn't get from each other. We've been
avoiding the subject, but bollocks, Perce, it's the most important
one, ain't it?”

Percy pinched the bridge
of his nose. He couldn't even begin to talk to Seamus about this. Not
this...

“...you're
a bottom, aren't you, Perce?” Seamus blanketed at last. “Those
other guys you've done, you bottomed. Am I right?”

“Seamus!”
Percy exclaimed, cheeks coloring brightly.

“No,
I mean, shite, you don't need to be embarrassed about it. If we're
open about it and all we can make it better, can't we? I mean, it's
because we've been trying to ignore it that we ended up going
elsewhere for sex, isn't it? Maybe it's something like that. But I
thought, you know, if two girls can get each other off, we can
definitely come up with something that works for both of us if we're
a little creative, right?”

Percy couldn't seem to
form words. “I'm...not particularly creative by nature.”

“Well,
I thought about it a little...” Seamus mumbled awkwardly.
“There's a...store. I...sort of stopped in.” His face
turned a brighter red with every word. “I didn't get anything
crazy,” he clarified quickly when Percy looked a little
panicked. “And we don't have to if you...but, I mean, do you
want to try?”

Percy could feel the heat
of Seamus' embarrassment coming off of his body in waves. He was
cute when he blushed. There was that. Seamus was still cute,
sometimes. “You went to somewhere like that, for me?”

“Well,
for us...” Seamus mumbled awkwardly. “Because...we have
to try something,
don't we?”

Percy tilted Seamus' chin
up and laid another one of those soft, bland kisses on his lips
again. “Alright. We'll...try. Let me see what you brought.”

“Nothing
exciting,” Seamus reiterated, pulling out the contents of his
pocket and returning the black bag to its natural size. “Just
the normal things.”

Percy took it and peeked
in the bag and quirked a brow. “You certainly brought along a
range of choices.”

“I,
well, it's not like we ever talked about this before. I didn't know
what kind of size you would like, so I tried to pick some different
ones. I wanted to make sure there would be one you'd like...”

Percy quirked a brow and
pulled out a particularly large one. “Sufficed to say, I think,
this is way too big,” he teased. Seamus colored straight up to
his hairline. “Wait, you don't mean...for you?”

“I...fancy
the big ones,” Seamus admitted sheepishly. “But if it
creeps you out...”

“No.
No that's...wow. You can actually take all of this?” Percy
couldn't help but doubt it was physically possible.

“Do
you want to see?” Seamus asked. There was an odd innocence in
the dirty conversation that reminded Percy of the way things used to
be between them when Seamus was indecently young and it was all so
incredibly new. Things had been so good then. Seamus had been so tiny
and adorable. Every expression he made was priceless. His small, pale
body too charming to resist. His groin started to stir lazily awake
as he remembered and watched Seamus start to clumsily undress
himself.

Percy opened the
packages, unable to believe he was actually humoring this, and
casting the necessary sanitary spells on the lot before lubing up the
large phallus. It was a bit sexy, but also humiliating. If this is
the sort of thing Seamus liked, it's no wonder their love life had
taken a downward spiral once Seamus' body took on more manly shapes
and sizes. Percy knew he was not particularly endowed. He wasn't
humiliatingly small but most of the people he'd been with had used
the word 'cute' in reference to his prick, which wasn't exactly a
good sign for his prowess. He pushed those thoughts aside as his
naked lover climbed onto the bed. “Do you need to be spelled
or...how do you like it best?”

“Nah.
You can just push it in,” Seamus said. “Slow. It's
fecking huge. I'll be fine though.” When Percy quirked a brow
Seamus covered his readiness quickly by saying, “Well, ya know,
I live alone now, which is kind of boring, so I have plenty of
opportunities to...er...”

“...fuck
yourself?” Percy offered, finding his throat rather dry as he
pressed the tip against Seamus' pucker.

Seamus blushed and
nodded. “Yeah. feck meself.” That was a blatant lie and
Seamus felt instantly guilty for it, but he really couldn't bring
himself to hurt Percy even more by telling him he'd been cheating on
him ever since he transferred to Romania up until last night, and
that the thorough shags had him ready to take even such a large toy
with minimal preparation. He didn't think on this long though, as the
toy began to press in. He buried his head against his forearms, arse
in the air and thighs spread wide and groaning as the toy spread him
wide, just the way he liked it. He chose to ignore the fact that he'd
chosen a phallus similar to the size of the man who'd been driving
his body wild for months now, and focused instead on the pleasure.

Once it was all the way
inside, humming softly within him, he turned over to sit firmly on
top of it, leaning back against the pillows with his thighs spread to
accommodate his partner.

Percy undressed and
pulled himself into Seamus' waiting arms. The kiss this time was a
bit more fevered as Seamus pulled their tense groins together with
his hands on Percy's bottom, but there was still a coolness between
them that they were trying desperately to gap.

Seamus grabbed the lube
and squeezed it out over his fingers, dragging them up Percy's crack.
Percy shuddered, revealing just how much of a bottom he'd been all of
these years that he'd been topping for Seamus. He rested his hands
against the headboard as Seamus carefully slid the first finger
inside and watched Percy's eyelashes flutter. The second finger
followed quickly, and Percy took it easily. No discomfort showed on
his face as Seamus carefully stretched him. He was a bit clumsy –
more used to being stretched than doing the stretching, but he seemed
to be doing a decent job, if the way Percy panted was any sign.
“Perce, how many do you...”

“Just
the two,” Percy rasped. “Two is enough. I...like to
be...”

“...tight?”

Percy nodded.

“...which...?”

“...this
one,” Percy said, selecting a gaudy purple toy prick that was
only a bit shorter than the one Seamus had up his hole, but wasn't
only about half as thick.

Seamus tilted his head
and licked the end of the phallus, sucking it into his mouth as Percy
held it in quivering fingers. He let his tongue slide past his lips,
hoping the show would be appreciated. Percy didn't seem to mind
watching him orally molest the toy at all. He uncertainly pressed it
deeper into Seamus' mouth, and Seamus tilted his head back against
the pillows to open up his throat so he could swallow it whole,
moaning softly to encourage Percy to gently slide it in and out of
his mouth a few times, using his saliva to get it nice and moist.
He'd always been uncertain about how Percy would react to anything
too kinky, but now he was willing to take the risk if it might
somehow save their relationship. He wrapped his fingers around
Percy's and pressed it deep into his throat a few times before
pulling it out and taking it from Percy's hand, slipping his fingers
out of the older man's bum. “Lube?”

Percy shook his head
negatively. “Put it in, please...”

Percy begging was kind of
sexy, maybe not Charlie-level sexy but Seamus liked it. He reached
around and slipped the flexible purple prick into Percy's
barely-stretched arse, watching as the man's eyelashes fluttered and
his mouth opened to an 'o' shape. Seamus kissed his throat softly.
“That's a sexy expression,” he murmured, removing his
hand and letting the phallus slide in and out of Percy's bum slowly
on it's own. That was the beauty of magical toys – pleasure
without the wrist cramp. The toys responded to the body's need, so
for now they were both keeping a rather languid, but pleasant pace as
they kissed gently and rubbed against one another.

Even with the toys, it
took a while to get well and properly riled, but once Seamus wrapped
his hand around both of their cocks and started to stroke them
together they groaned and managed a sedate orgasm. It was a record
for them, Seamus thought – just over an hour. Without the
'help', it would have taken them all afternoon to get each other off.
He tried to remember when things had changed. He could remember a
time when all Percy had to do was barely brush his robes walking past
him in the hall and Seamus felt like he'd melt. He chocked it up to
the fact that he'd long since passed puberty.

Percy groaned and righted
himself, sliding the toy out of his arse, and then lifting Seamus'
hips to slide the much larger one from within his boyfriend, and
dropping them to the floor to be dealt with later before collapsing
against the mattress.

Seamus curled into his
side, craving the comfort and intimacy. They were quiet for a while
before he asked, “that was better, wasn't it?”

“...it
was good,” Percy answered, but there had still been no cussing,
no exclamations. It wasn't 'great' or 'amazing' or 'fucking
mind-blowing'. It was just...'good'. But 'good' was better than
they'd been together in ages.

“Yeah,”
Seamus sighed softly. “...good.”

Percy pet his hair a bit.
“We'll keep trying,” he assured. “Until we find the
right combination that will be best for both of us.”

Seamus smiled a bit.
“Yeah. I mean, it's the first time we've done this sort of
thing, so of course it seemed a bit strange, right?” Actually,
it seemed more like mutual masturbation than sex, but Seamus was
determined not to think about that too hard. It was the first time in
a long time he'd felt like maybe their relationship wasn't doomed
after all. ...as long as he could stay the fuck away from Charlie.

There was a long silence
before Percy answered. “There are a lot of things we probably
should have done much sooner,” he admitted as he sat up and
spelled himself clean before beginning to get dressed.

Okay, so Percy wasn't
much of a cuddler. Seamus could live with that, as long as his lover
humored it for a little while. He reluctantly followed suit, cleaning
up,dressing, and gathering his things.

“You
normally spend the holidays with your family, right?”

“Huh?
Oh. Yeah. Mam burns the roast. Cousins get toasted and end up
floating dad about the house. Everyone has their traditions, yeah?”

Percy was quiet for a
long while. “...would you consider breaking yours?”

Seamus tilted his head
and turned towards the older man. “What's on your mind, Perce?”

“I
was just thinking it's probably about time I grow some balls and
bring you home with me. Only if you want to, though.”

Seamus couldn't remember
how many years he'd been waiting for Percy to make that offer.
Because he'd been waiting so long, his instincts answered before his
brain. “Yeah! Definitely. Absolutely,” he grinned. “Hell,
Perce, I didn't think ye'd ever ask. Mam'll understand if it's
something like this.” His accent was always thicker when he was
excited about something.

Percy sighed, relieved,
but he still looked rather tense. Seamus chocked it up to nerves and
didn't give it another thought, but when Percy gave him one last
bland kiss and told him, “I'll owl you the details when I'm
back in London” and left, the brunette's blood ran cold.
Percy's family.

“feck!
Seamus, you idiot!” he cussed as he realized that Charlie was
going to be there. Sandwiched between the brother he'd been dating
for eight years and the one he'd been shagging for eight months –
Seamus spent the next three months imagining all the creative ways in
which he was going to be murdered. His imagination was particularly
gruesome every time he woke up naked and sated in Charlie's bed,
which happened far more often than he cared to admit. He just
couldn't seem to say no to the man! He had no idea why. He had no
problem saying no to anyone else.

He was a nervous wreck
over those three months – and when he was overly emotional
things tended to burst into flame – like Charlie's bed linens.
He ruined a set at least once a week. Constantly buying the man new
satin sheets didn't seem to deter Charlie from throwing him down onto
them and tearing off his clothes, though. If anything, Seamus thought
he was only encouraging the burlier brother. Charlie often teased him
about 'enjoying them while they last'.

Seamus thought 'enjoying
things while they last' was probably his new motto – because
once Christmas came around, he was sure he'd lose both of the men who
were most important to him, and maybe a few good friends, too, when
they realized he was a fucking whore.
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