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It\'s Always the Shy Ones	By : CammyKat Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2243 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-It's Always the Shy Ones
- 1
“Double Date?”
Neville looked at Seamus in absolute shock, certain he’d misheard his Irish friend. The apartment where he and all the other Griffindor boys lived was relatively quiet for once. Ron and Harry were curled up on the couch together lazily playing chess and Dean was sneakily drawing the couple in the corner. Neville looked up at the sandy haired boy from the miniature bonsai he was trimming.
Seamus was nonchalantly leaning against the door-jam, arms crossed one eyebrow raised lazily. “Yes a double date. Ginny introduced me to them, there on exchange from Beauxbatons , Becky she agreed to go with me, only if she could bring her friend and only if I found Jemma a date. There both fit Neville, absolutely fine in fact, you gotta trust me.”
Neville stared at him as if he was Fluffy, the three headed dog “You want ME to go with you so you can get into the pants of yet another girl?! No way. Forget it. It’s not like you have other possibilities for dates this weekend.”
Seamus sighed dramatically standing up a bit straighter “You don’t understand. She’s not just Any girl, she a French girl. She’s FANTASIC. Beyond belief. And her Friend is JUST as hot. Trust Me. Anyways you haven’t been out on a Date since Susan . You need to get back out there!”
“And just who’s fault is that?!” the quiet boy turned a dangerous shade of red. Neville had found Susan in bed with another guy thanks to Seamus‘s pranks, but he couldn’t really blame the boy not really. He sighed and rubbed the back of his neck.
“Well let me make it up to you!” wheedled the Irish boy “C’mon Nev just say yes, you’ll luv her, she’s just your type, I know it!”
“How the Hell do you know what my ‘type’ is, Seamus?!” the smaller boy asked, quite cross and showing it. “The answer is still ‘no’ ask Dean, Harry or Ron!”
“You know Ron’d have my head if I asked Harry!” Ron snorted in agreement at this from the couch, mildly amused “And Ginny’d have my head if I asked Dean, you don’t go messing with a Weasley’s ‘other’ Nev” it was clear he was desperate. “C’mon, Please! I’ll do anything, do all your chores, won’t smoke your Plants again! Ever! … Anything!”
“She really that gorgeous?” he mumbled, pretending to think it over, though that last offer was tempting… though he knew Seamus couldn’t be trusted to keep that promise.
“Yeah she is, and really sweet too. You won’t regret this Nev..”
“Hold on Seamus,” Neville interrupted “I haven’t said yes yet, I don’t care what you offer. I’m NOT going on a blind date just so you can get laid. Ain’t happening.”
Seamus looked at him imploringly, but Neville just looked back at him sternly. Finally the blond boys eyes lit on a deck of muggle cards that Harry had been plying with earlier, and his eyes lit up “I’ll bet you!” he said snagging the pack off the table and holding it up “Anything you like! But if I win, you go out with me and the girls.”
Neville eyed the pack considering. There were, he pondered, a few thing that Seamus didn’t know about him. Slowly a wicked smile started to spread on the smaller boys face “Ok,” he agreed surprising the Irish lad “Five card stud, two draws of up to three cards each, no wild cards.” he named the muggle game and rules “ I’ll deal - I don't trust you not to stack the deck Seamus Finnigan. And if I win..."
He paused, apparently his smile was making Seamus nervous “If I win…” he said again drawing it out painfully “You go on a date with me. JUST me. Anywhere I want to go.” he blue eyes sparkled as Seamus’s jaw dropped dumfounded. Even the other boys stopped what they were doing, staring at him.
The silence didn’t last long. “You’re just trying to find something that will embarrass me so I’ll say no..” Seamus accused him. Neville just looked at him letting him think what he wanted “Shuffle the cards Longbottom. You’re on… Start planing what your going to wear to impress the girls” he said cockily
Neville grinned, and removed the cards from the box, riffling them expertly between his hands. Seamus’s eyes narrowed as he saw the way Neville handled the deck. Neville smiled innocently, and used every trick Fred had taught him to stack the deck in his favour. Seamus frowned but said nothing. It’d had been too fast from him to follow apparently. Oh this was going to be fun.
He dealt the hand, giving Seamus a pair of jacks and a king, plus a four and a six. His own hand held two queens and three extraneous cards. Seamus of course discarded the low cards, and Neville dealt him another king and a seven. He dropped his own three low cards, getting the other two queens and a two.
Seamus traded the seven, of course, hoping for the full house. Neville let him have it, giving him a third king. Neville traded his two just for appearances, and got a ten. "All right, Seamus... the moment of truth," he said, still grinning at his now confident house-mate.
Seamus spread his cards on the table, clearly tasting triumph within his grasp. "Full house, kings high. Figured out what you're gonna wear yet?"
“I know exactly what I’m going to wear, what I don’t know yet… is where I want to go” Neville replied smirking as laid his cards out on the table “Seems the ladies are favouring me tonight, ay?”
“You …. You CHEATED!” he accused wildly finger pointing at the normally quiet boy. The smaller boy shrugged
“Prove it.” he replied. “ Though if you thought I was cheating, you should of got Ron or Dean to shuffle, calling cheat AFTER is just being a sore loser, Seamus.”
“He’s right” Called over Harry, no longer even pretending to ignore the conversation between the two blondes. “You lost fair and square…. Though I think I’m going to have to get Nev to teach me his way of shuffling…it’s much more Impressive than mine.” his green eyes sparkled showing that he, at least hadn’t missed Neville stacking the deck
“Fred, taught me” he winked at Harry. Ron laughed knowing full well what his brother was like “And I’ll be happy to teach you, right After my Date with Seamus.”
“You can't really be serious!" Seamus blurted out, staring at him. "You're going to hold me to that?"

Neville raised a sardonic eyebrow at him. "Are you trying to say you wouldn't have held me to the terms of the bet if I'd lost?"
"Well, no, but that's... that's different," Seamus sputtered. "I thought you were bluffing! Why the hell would you want to go on a date with me?"
"To make you squirm with embarrassment, obviously," Neville retorted. "The same way I would have been squirming if I'd been forced to go on a double date with you. Pay up, Finnigan, you lost the bet."
"All right, all right!" Seamus conceded with ill grace. "I'll go on a damn date with you. This is going to be the END of my reputation. When? Tonight?"
Neville rose from the table smirking “No time like the present. I’m going to get changed, meet you back here in an hour … Dress to impress Seamus, I’m expecting a show, or else I’ll think of something even WORSE as a forfeit..” letting that ring in the playboy’s ears the quiet boy chuckled as he made his way up to his room, leaving four very stunned boys in his wake.

* * *

Neville hadn’t been clubbing in quite a while, not since Fred had… at any rate, and going out by himself never held any appeal for him. So all his sexier clothes ere still in his trunk underneath his bed. Despite all that they fit him well. Neville had filled out well in the last few years of school and after, those who thought that herboloigy was pansy easy job had never had to shovel manurer or battel a miniature whomping willow to get it re-potted. Despite all that they still fit him well.
Almost bounding down the stairs, he felt more light-hearted than he had in a long time. He'd been lusting after Seamus for a very long time indeed... well, truth be told, he'd been lusting after all his house-mates. Not that he’d ever act upon the rest of them… but one could still look. He'd never made any secret of the fact that he was bi, though he certainly hadn't advertised it. Seamus's reaction to discovering Ron and Harry's relationship (it was truly about time those too had got their asses out of the proverbial closet) had given Neville hope... The Irish boy had looked surprised, then shrugged it off with a sincere "I hope you guys are happy." There had been no sign of the disgust or revulsion that society in general demanded.
Harry and Ron were still in the living room when he came back down, Dean had buggered off somewhere with Ginny presumably. Harry saw him first, green eyes going impossibly wide as Neville stoped and posed in the doorway, knowing that he was looking fit and wanting to show off a little. The muggle vest he wore was tight black leather, that showed off his torso (which was nicely firm and tanned… Gotta love an out door job and that manure …So what if he smelled of it for the rest of the day). The way his knits and baggy T-shirts never did. The equally tight dragon hide pants didn’t hurt ether … Nor the fact that the chunky silver zipper was partially undone. He had the body… no sense in not displaying his assets … occasionally…
“Nev…Neville…” Harry stuttered and blushed causing Ron to look over as well “Bloody hell Nev” Cried Ron as he gave him an appreciative once over… not something he’d ever thought the red head would do.
“You like it boys?” he asked his friends wickedly and smirked even wider when Harry’s blush deepened when he nodded

“You should wear black more often, Nev it suits you” mused Harry still staring. Ron chuckled and moved to put a hand on Harry’s shoulder and Neville didn’t blame him - Harry looked a little faint “Seamus sure has a surprise in store for him tonight” the red head agreed with is partner with a small ‘Fuck yeah!’
“That’s what I’m hoping, where is he anyways?” Neville grinned back at his friends
Harry suddenly snickered “Right behind you.” he choked out, laughing, leaning on Ron to support himself. Neville spun around in surprise and sure enough there was Seamus on the third step, frozen as if hit by a stunning spell, staring down at Neville. Neville smirked up at him and stretched casually.
“Well?” he asked, as Seamus’s eyes nearly bulged out “You ready to go yet?” The other blond was dressed in his usual tight light blue jeans and a tight singlet top and his dragon hide Trench open over the top. Nothing fancy but still nice to look at for sure, and Neville was more than happy to do the looking.
"I'm ready," Seamus replied, jolted back to life by Neville's words.
A quick flue ride later and the two of them were walking along the section of Wizarding London that held the night clubs, but where Neville flued them in was closer to the border to where wizard met muggle “So where are we going?” asked Seamus sourly.
Neville sighed and gave him a doleful look. "Honestly Seamus, can't you at least pretend you're having fun? Is it that much of a hardship to be forced to spend a night out with me?" He shook his head. "Hell, you've been trying to get me to go clubbing with you since you met me!…Well at least since I was 17..."
"I wanted to take you clubbing so you could meet some pretty girls," Seamus explained with exaggerated patience. "We HAD a chance to go out tonight with some very pretty girls, and you're making me miss it!"

"Deal with missing it, Finnigan." Neville replied. "You'll survive the experience, I'm sure. As for where we're going... I'm a little out of touch with the current clubs around here. Does the Occamy still exist?"

Seamus choked and spluttered, nearly tripping over a cobble stone. "The Occamy? Do you have any idea what people will think if we go THERE?"

"Seamus," it was Neville's turn to employ exaggerated patience, "We're two guys going to a bar together. If we go to a straight club, we'll probably get our asses handed to us. Unless you want to get into a fight, we're gonna have to go to the Occamy or somewhere like it."
It was clear that the taller blond didn't much like the thought, but he didn't seem to be able to come up with a good answer. "How the hell do you even know about that place, anyway Nev?" Shooting his normally quiet friend an incredulous look
Neville shrugged dismissively . "Fred and I used to go there all the time. It was our favourite hang out while we were in the Order." The pixies were out of the cage, so to speak... He'd as good as admitted he and Fred had been lovers. Now to see how Seamus took the bait.
He took it rather well, actually. Just a sidelong glance him and just ran a hand through his hair. He got extra points for not asking the obvious, too. "You didn't strike me as the kind of guy to enjoy someplace like that." he said instead. Neville just smirked at him.
"There are a lot of things you don't know about me, Seamus... including how well I play cards, apparently. Just because I'm the eternal 'Nice Guy' doesn't mean I don't like to have fun once in a while." He paused, and then added more quietly, "I just haven't felt much like it since well….." he shrugged.

They walked in silence for a long moment, Neville looked at the other blond from the corner of his eyes. "This could have been a lot worse, you know," he offered at last, startling the Irish man.

"Oh?" Seamus didn't sound convinced. "How?"
“I could have asked you to go to a Qudditch match or something”
Seamus scoffed “And how EXACTLY is that worse than me going into a gay bar Nev? This is going to Kill my reputation if this gets out.”
“And going to a Very public place on a date with another guy wouldn’t?” he chuckled
Seamus considered that. "Well, true…" he finally conceded, and his expression lightened quite a bit. "I have to admit, I've always wondered what the inside of a place like that is like."
Eyes sparkling, Neville bit back a grin and a smart reply. Curiosity was definitely a step in the right direction. "Nothing like as sordid as I'm sure you're imagining," he said instead. "It's pretty much like a normal club... just a lot fewer girls. Except for the ones who're there together, but clubbing seems to be more of a guy thing."
"I suppose there's no point in trying to get a date with any of them," Seamus sighed mournfully and Neville snickered.

"Not the girls, no. The guys, on the other hand..."
Seamus used one hand to swat at him in irritation. "Don't even say things like that, it's bad luck. I don't flirt with guys."

"Oh?" Neville gave him a sardonic look. "What do YOU call the way you tease Harry, then?" Seamus, unexpectedly, flushed.
"That's not flirting," he defended himself a bit too vehemently. "I just like making him blush, that's all. He's so easy to fluster
Neville snickered, pleased. "Sure. And I suppose the fact that Harry is sexiest when he's blushing never crossed your mind," he teased, grinning.

The red on Seamus's cheeks deepened a bit, though it was difficult to see in the darkness of the night.
"Of course not. That's the sort of thing Ron would notice... and you, apparently."

Shrugging, Neville dropped it. Seamus looked uncomfortable, and Neville didn't want to push him too far too fast. They spied the Occamy, and quickly headed towards it.
Thankfully, although the Occamy was popular among its particular subset, it wasn't crowded enough that there was a long line outside. They got in easily, emerging from the cool, crisp night air into the warm, pounding dim atmosphere of the club. The colour scheme inside was unrelieved black - sable silk on the walls, ebony leather on the seats, carpeting the colour of the midnight sky, and polished obsidian on the dance floor. Neville and Seamus blended right in with the rest of the dark-clad club-goers. Neville let the beat of the music wash over him, and felt his spirits rise. It had been far too long since he'd been out dancing, damn it.
Seamus glanced around curiously. "Looks pretty much like a normal club," he said in an undertone to Neville. His eyes landed on the dance floor, and Neville thought the other man blushed faintly again. "Well, except for that…" he amended, hastily averting his eyes from the couples gyrating together under the lights. Most of the men out there were not being subtle about seducing their partners, Neville had to admit. One couple near the side was enough to make even him blush... he couldn't see their hands, but he had a good idea where they might be.
Once they'd gotten their drinks, they found a booth and sat sipping the cool beverages for a moment. The music was loud enough that it was difficult to talk, so Neville just sat and enjoyed the sight of Seamus. The playboy had tilted his head back so he could press his glass against his neck, letting the iced drink cool him down. Drops of condensation from the glass slid slowly over the man's long, tanned neck, and Neville took a hasty gulp of his own drink. Seamus was sexy even when he wasn't trying to impress someone - maybe even sexier.
"So, we're here," Seamus leaned over the table to shout at him. "Now what?"

Neville shrugged, lounging in his own chair. "Pretend I'm a girl. What would you do next?"

Seamus gave him an odd look that Neville couldn't interpret. "If there's one thing I'd never do, it's mistake you for a girl, Nev," the playboy replied. "But I see your point. Well, I suppose I'd probably suggest dancing."
Neville grinned and skulled the last of his drink. "Dancing it is, then." Before the Irishmen could protest that he hadn't actually meant it as an invitation, Neville had grabbed his hand and dragged him up out of his chair and onto the dance floor.
Once out there, the taller blond sighed and gave in to the inevitable. Neville didn't try to push him by dancing too closely... he stayed far enough away to let Seamus cling to the illusion that he was just dancing at a normal club. Of course, the other patrons weren't so considerate - he saw Seamus wince a couple of times when an intrepid dancer got close enough to brush against him. Neville stifled his laughter with an effort, and danced just a little closer to let people know that the handsome Irish lad was most definitely NOT available.

Neville was enjoying himself, and as the influence of the music took him. Seamus seemed to get into it as well. After half an hour of dancing, they were thirsty again, and headed back to the bar for another round.
This time they found a charmed quieter corner that would actually allow them to talk without straining their voices. "Never thought you'd be such a good dancer," Seamus remarked idly as he sipped at his drink
“Well this isn’t the Yule Ball” he chuckled in high spirits “and my coordination has Improved since Hogwarts” He rested his glass against his cheeks, welcoming the coolness. It was hot in the room, as it always was in clubs like this. Watching Seamus dancing hadn't helped his internal temperature, either. Damn, if only he dared to get the man drunk... but that wasn't how he wanted it. If he DID manage to get Seamus into bed, he didn't want the playboy to be able to claim afterwards that he hadn't really wanted it. He wanted no misunderstandings between them.
Still... he was going to have to do SOMETHING to loosen Seamus up a bit. The blond still hadn't really relaxed, not enough for Neville to feel bold enough to make a move. He still hadn't had any brilliant ideas when Seamus stood a few moments later. "I'll be right back," the older man said, heading for the corridor that led to the lavatories. Neville chewed at his straw and watched him go.
“Longbottom!!” a gruff yet pleased voice called over to him and a heavy hand clapped his shoulder “Never thought I’d see you hear again. Merlin’s balls, heard you were dead… captured!”
Neville glanced up over his shoulder “Patrick Verona !!” he stood up and hugged the older man “Long time no see, no I’m not dead but it was a close thing” the friendly face was a regular at this Club and had been for many a year - he was the person you went to if you wish to make you night a bit more …. ‘interesting’ …. specializing in ’exotic toys’ both muggle and magical and some times if you were a regular an illegal combination of the both. Neville and Fred had been somewhat regular customers when they had frequented here and had developed a friendly relationship with the older man over time.
“Fred here with you haven’t seen that particular red head for years, ether.” Verona commented glancing around.
“No Fred and I haven’t been together since the end of the war” he told the other man as he sat back down gesturing for his friend to do so too. Verona Raised an eye brow at the second glass “doesn’t look like you’re here alone though Nev, is he cute?” he grind at the blond
‘Beyond belief” Neville toyed with the straw in his drink, twirling the ice “but he thinks he’s straight… he’s only hear cause I won a bet …. I cant think on how to get him to loosen up … short of getting him bloody smashed and then seducing him … but that’d only get me a one nighter and it’d make think bloody awkward later… we gotta live together…housemates … and other housemates to consider too” he stabbed viciously at a block of ice.
Verona gave him a sympathetic look “sounds like you got it bad Nev…. If there’s anything I can do to help, let me know”
Neville blinked and a grind a grin that would have sent Seamus Running in fear to the hills, as an image popped into his head from one of his more frequent fantasies featuring the other blond. “you know I think you just might be able to…”

* * *
Seamus made his way back from the bathrooms, trying his hardest NOT to think on some of the sounds he’d herd from most of the cubicles. He made a mental not to drink any more so he wouldn’t have to use the facilities again. He easily spied Neville who was toying with the last of his drink and was idly watching the dancers. Seamus slid into his seat with a grimace “you could of Warned me about the bloody bathrooms Nev”
Neville turned to look at him honestly bewildered for a moment. Then realisation hit and as grey eyes filled with silent amusement. “Oops Sorry Seamus… I forgot how bad it is in there.”
“ I am Soo going to make you pay for this night Longbottom. Is this honestly you idea of fun?’ Seamus shock his head
“It’d be more fun if you just relaxed and enjoyed yourself… are you really that miserable?” he admitted
“This isn’t exactly my idea of a great night out Neville’ Seamus said leaning back into the booth and scowling. “There’s hardly any girls here and the one that ARE here aren’t interested in flirting with me, that’s for damn sure … Why would you think I’d be enjoying this? You know I’m straight.”
Neville rolled his eyes “Most people aren’t as straight as they’d like to believe.” When Seamus mad e a disbelieving snort like sound. The smaller boy scooted closer to his friend and pointed across the dance floor. “Look over there. The guy with the long bleach blond hair … red and black leather … can you HONISTLY tell me you don’t find him the lest bit attractive?”
Trying to ignore the fact the Neville’s movement had pressed there bodies together from hips to shoulders, Seamus leaned forwards following the direction of Neville’s pointed finger. He caught a glimpse of the man that Neville was speaking of and spent a moment trying to analyse his own feelings. The man Neville hand pointed out was in his mid-twenties, whipcord thin and undeniable gorgeous. He was androgynous, his beauty neither masculine nor feminine, and if he was being honest with himself Seamus had to admit he could see the appeal. "Well, maybe," he admitted reluctantly. "But he's the next thing to a girl, anyway."
Neville dropped the arm he’d been pointing with and it ended up pressed up against Seamus’s on the table. Seamus started to shift away - and jumped when something solid clamped down over his arm, closing around it with a grip of velvet lined steel.
“Gotcha Longbottom!!” someone crowed from behind them both. Seamus jerked around to look at him and cursed when the action nearly pulled Neville’s shoulder out of it’s socket. The object that had been clamped around his forearm was a restraint of some kind - it reached from his wrist to nearly his elbow … and the other half was just as firmly attached to Neville’s arm.
“What the FUCK?!” Seamus blurted out, tugging at his captive arm. The cuff was loose enough for him to be able to turn his arm within it…barely… but there was no way hell he’d be able to get his arm out.
“Verona, You ASS!!” Neville yelled at the stranger tugging at his own half at the cuff as he turned to look at the ‘stranger’ “what are you playing at?!!”
The older man laughed at him “Just getting you back for that last little stunt you pulled on me Longbottom. Don’t worry. If you haven’t figured out how to get out of them by tomorrow, I’ll tell you the spell. My fire call hasn’t changed.”
Neville took a swipe at him with his free hand but was pulled off balance by Seamus. Verona dodged and disappeared into the crowd, his laughter echoing in their ears.
Seamus looked at their bound arms in despair ”What the HELL was that al about Nev?!” he demanded of his ’date’. Neville at least had the grace to look abashed .
“he’s someone I used to know when Fred and I used to come here… I guess he was still holding a grudge…” the smaller blond flushed and tried to scratch the back of his head in embarrassment. Since his hand was currently attached to Seamus’s the action merely pulled them into each other. They both righted themselves hastily, Neville blushing and Seamus scowling.
“Here lift your arm… there maybe a lock underneath” the former Auror trainee instructed , and twisted their arms so he cold get a good look underneath, extracting his wand from his trench. It was an awkward and his shoulder was screaming at him after only a few moments and from the look on Neville’s face the smaller man wasn’t fairing much better “Alohomora! …. Bugger…” he replaced his wand and fumbled in his jacket for his phone, all the Griffindor’s had one. They had discovered in the war that the muggle devices were very useful and would never be over heard as they were “ a another muggle abomination”
“Err Seamus… what are you doing?” Neville asked as their arms were dropped back to the table.
“Calling Harry, can’t call Hermione now she’s living in Bulgaria now can I?” his Irish accent thick with sarcasm “but Harry’s the next best, he’ll get us out , no problem.”
“Uh, Seamus…” Neville started as the phone began to ring in Seamus ear. Normally the green eyed hero answered his phone immediately, but it continued to ring as the other boy spoke “Harry and Ron went up to Godric’s Hollow this weekend, remember… you know they hardly EVER get a weekend off together. They would have left right after we did. Do you REALLY think that Harry’s going to answering is phone right now?”
Seamus stared at him dumfounded at the reminder, just as the phone finally clicked and an irritated sounding voice came over the line “This had better be VERY good, Seamus” Harry growled. Seamus gulped… Harry was almost as well know for his temper as for being ’the boy who lived’ and given the situation he undoubtedly pulled him from…
“Err…” Seamus coughed at fought a blush that was creeping up his neck at the mental image his mind wanted to produce. “Shit, I’m sorry Harry, I forgot you two were headed to the Hollow this weekend … Neville and I have a bit of a problem… we’re handcuffed together and I cant spell the bloody lock”
There was a pause on the other end of the line and despite the heavy beating of the music of the club he could hear Harry’s incredulous snort. He certainly herd it when he begin to laugh “Sorry” he said after a moment, still chortling “I’m sorry Seamus…” he started laughing again
Neville was watching his grey/blue eyes wide and Seamus glaired back at him. Theis was all Neville’s fault anyways… for dragging him to the cursed club, for whatever prank he’d pulled that had earned him this retaliation “Laugh all you like Harry, but PLEASE come and let us loose!!”
"Not on your life," Harry replied somewhat heatedly. "Ron and I hardly ever get any time to ourselves - you know we've been planning this trip for weeks! I'll be back tomorrow evening; if you haven't gotten out by then, I'll brake the lock for you. Until then, it's not going to kill you to be stuck to Neville's side for a day. Now, if you'll excuse me..." the smirk in his voice was obvious even over the noise, "Ron is getting a bit frantic."
Harry hung up before Seamus had a chance to say anything.. Not that he was sure what he would have said to that.
“I take it Harry refused?” Neville asked once again twirling the last half melted blocks of ice with his free hand “I can’t believe he even answered the phone…”
Seamus sighed as he dropped the phone back into his pocket “Yeah he refused …Fuck… what are we going to do now?”
Neville shrugged “Well it’s not the end of the world. It’s not like we’re strangers on a first date or something … and look on bright side at least your wand arm is free”
“So I’m guessing were doing to head home then?” he asked wondering how in the name of Merlin they we’re going to sleep like this. At least his bed was large enough for the both of them .. and them some, there was no way they’d fit in Neville’s single, even if it was a King single.
Neville seemed to think about it for a moment, then shrugged. "It's up to you - but if we go now, don't think I won't expect you to go out with me again."
"What?" Seamus was incredulous. Neville raised an eyebrow at him.

"You lost the bet, and that means you owe me a date, Finnigan. An hour or two at a club does NOT constitute a whole date. Hell, for all I know you arranged this so you could try to get out of the bet .. Sounds like something you‘d do" he eyed the taller blond suspiciously
Seamus echoed the raised eyebrow. "How, exactly, would chaining myself to you for twenty-four hours be an improvement over spending a few hours at a club with you?" Nevile shrugged, conceding the point with a chuckle. Seamus leaned back, regarding the other man. "This doesn't bother you particularly much, does it?" he asked, lifting their arms slightly
Neville shrugged again, and a wicked smile danced across his features. Seamus had to blink... that smile changed the smaller man from the 'shy boy-next-door' he'd always known into something a bit more... wanton. The change was unexpected. Apparently there were, indeed, a few things he didn't know about his housemate. He swallowed hard, and told himself it was intriguing only because it was such a change from the way the shy herboloigest usually came across.
“Hell Seamus, do you think I’m going to object to being chained to a gorgeous guy for night?” Neville replied chuckling sensually. “I think not. I’m sorry it happened because it’s upsetting you, but it doesn’t bother me in the slightest.”
Seamus wasn't sure how he felt about knowing that Neville was attracted to him - granted, the other man had been hinting at it all night, but he'd never outright stated it like that. It made him uncomfortable... but it was possible that he might be just the least bit curious, as well. Hell, just because he wondered - objectively! - what it might be like from the other side didn't mean he was gay. And hell, he WAS attractive, and he knew it - and it wasn't like Neville was going to suddenly attack him or something … this was Neville after all. "So, what, you just want to sit here for a few more hours with our hands tied together?" he asked finally, deciding to avoid the dangerous territory of Neville’s attraction to him altogether.
‘Blugger that for a Joke” replied Neville “I’m gonna dance again.” with that he bounded to his feet forcing the other blond to come with him despite his protests. Seamus had never realised just how strong Neville was - the shorter man had gotten him to the dance floor with no real effort on his part.
Seamus quickly realized that Neville was determined to dance, and that meant he had to either dance as well or have his arm yanked out of his socket. He gave in grudgingly, and discovered that the only comfortable way to dance was to treat Neville as his partner and dance WITH him. Taking Neville's earlier advice, he did his best to pretend the smaller man was a girl and gave in to the inevitable.
Well at least the music was good, Seamus admitted to himself and the drinks were restively cheap too… hell if it wasn’t for the nature of the clientele, he would have added it to his list of favourite nightclubs in London by now. No long que outside, good dance floor as well and Neville was a good dancer. Even with one of his arms bound he was still managing to move smoothly to the beat, his movements graceful and enticing. He was getting more than a one or two envious looks of his ’catch’
Almost absently Seamus studied his ‘date’ how he’d studied the effeminate man earlier. He had to admit, dressed like this, sweat sticking his corn coloured hair to his face and curling in enticing ringlets to the back of his neck, eyes closed as he threw himself into the beat, Neville went from mearly ‘attractive’ to ‘Bloody Sexy’. If they’d been at a normal club the smaller blond would have had dozens of witches propositioning him. As it was, the cuffs stopped any one in THIS club doing the same thing.
All right, fine … objectively, Neville was attractive. New subjectively was Seamus attracted to his housemate? He decided to see if he could picture himself kissing the smaller man and the image was disturbingly easy to conjure. He couldn’t see much past that, but … but how different could kissing a guy be anyways? Lips were lips no matter the sex of the body they were attached to. It was only below the neck that the differences really started. So Neville was attractive and Seamus was … well curious. Just curious. Nothing wrong with being curious, every one got curious at some point in their lives - there millions of studies proving it. Both muggle and wizarding alike. Twasn’t anything to get his nose out of joint about.
Then he found himself wondering if Neville would be willing to let him find out first hand if kissing a guy was any different and, oh boy, he knew he was in trouble.
“Hay… you getting tired yet?!” he yelled to his partner during a brief lull in the loud music
Neville tossed his head tying to get some of the hair out his eyes. His whole body was shiny with sweat making the leather vest cling even closer to his torso. ‘Getting there,” he answered shrugging “how’s about one last dance?” he asked as a wicked smirk spread over his face and Seamus’s heart sunk. He was coming to know that grin Far too well … know it and dread it. “Dance with me Seamus”
“I Am dancing with you” tugging at their joined arms, having to lean in to talk now that the music had picked up. He had a funny feeling he knew where his was leading.
Sure enough Neville shock his head “no, I mean dance WITH me, please? Considerate it part of the bet. Just close your eyes and pretend I’m a girl, if you have to. C’mon…. Please? I haven’t been dancing in over two years and I’m not going to get a chance anytime soon.”
“There’s nothing stoping you from coming here on your own!” Seamus pointed out looking around at some of the envious dancers.
Neville rolled his eyes “Yeah right, picking up strangers in bar is so not my style, thank” the teasing smile faded and his grey eyes looked almost pleading “Just one dance wont kill you …and you wont ’catch’ being gay from me.”
Seamus felt suddenly guilty for ruining the man’s first night out in two years. Neville was right - one bloody dance wasn’t going to kill him. He tuged on the arm that was connected to Neville’s and pulled the startled man into a closer embrace and set about dancing with vengeance. Seamus was a firkin good dancer when he put his mind to it and had seduced many a willing witch and girl this way. Neville was off balance for a moment, then grinned happily and pressed himself closer to his friend and gave himself over to the music once more.
It worked, to some extent... he quickly discovered that it was easier for him if he danced behind Neville. Males and females weren't all that different from behind, after all. It meant their arms were crossed somewhat awkwardly over Neville's chest, but the smaller man didn't seem to mind... he threw his head back and closed his eyes, the back of his head coming to rest on Seamus's shoulder, a look of bliss on his face.
He only realised just how well he’d managed to forget himself when Neville ground his ass back into Seamus’s crotch, grey blue eyes flew open in shock, staring up at him with a silent question in his gaze. Snapped out of the half-trance he'd put himself into, he realized that Neville's shock was due to the fact that he’d become aroused... rather extremely aroused, in fact, if the tightness of his pants and the ache in his groin was any indication. Gods, small wonder Neville was looking at him like that... he honestly HAD forgotten who he was dancing with
He pulled away sharply, cursing the damn handcuffs when he could get only so far, not as far as he would have liked “That’s enough!” he gasped, feeling sweat trickling down his neck and between his shoulder blades. “that’s enough Nev” he repeated, wanting to demand that they get the hell out of there, but was afraid that the statement would be taken the wrong way. Hell considering what Neville had shoved firmly into his ass, it would almost certainly be taken the wrong way.
Neville, thank Merlin, was sensitive to read the distress on his friends face. He pushed back the hair on his face, grimacing as he shock his hand to get rid of the sweat “Sure I’m getting tired anyways” he agreed easily herding them towards the exit. “Let’s get outta here… I’m getting a headache”
The shock of the cold air outside hit them like a physical slap to the face. Seamus was desperately wishing for a cigarette, a muggle habit he‘d picked up from his father, but he wanted to get home more. Then again... the thought of what they would be facing when they got back home, still chained together, made him reconsider. "Hold up," he said, his ears still ringing faintly from the music. "I need nicotine before I collapse."
Neville made a face, but leaned agreeably against the wall. Seamus had to enlist his help to light the damn thing, but after the first lungful he found himself calming down almost immediately. “sorry bout that” he muttered his Irish accent thick he flicked the butt to the coble stones.
The shorter man shrugged. "No worries" he said, apparently realizing Seamus was referring to more than the smoke in his face. "Though I wonder if I maybe should be a bit worried about how easy you apparently found it to think of me as a girl." He grinned - his usual easy smile, not the wicked look he'd been gracing Seamus with for most of the night.
Seamus decided not to answer that, not matter what he said he’d be on dangerous ground “I think we’d better head home…” there was no way they’d be able to apparate while bound together.
“Sounds good to me,” Neville agreed “Merlin know I need a shower something awful though…” he paused and glanced down at their connected arms “…perhaps not…” he flush a beautiful shade of red and Seamus echoed him. The thought of the two of them trying to shower together while tyed up like this… no defiantly not going there.
Still… damn it he was hopeless at cleaning charms and Neville was always cleaning things by hand. They were going to ruin his sheets if they crawled into them sweat soaked . They were satin for Merlins sake. And there was Still no way they’d fit into Neville’s bed. So unless they were going to camp on the floor… he growled “I am NOT going to bed soaked like this,” he declared, trying to make it sound like no big deal. “Hell, it’s not as if we haven’t seen each other naked before, dorm rooms… war wounds and the like… a quick shower isn’t going to kill us.”
Neville shot him an unreadable look but merely nodded as they started to walk to the nearest flue station. The walk back was thankfully quicker than the early walk, and the pair got one ore two knowing and incurious looks at they walked down the cobbled street.
They were silent as they got back home. Seamus couldn’t think of anything for once and Neville seemed to sense his friend’s mood was a wee bit fragile. They paused outside the bathroom, looking at each other uncertainly. “Ah, fuck it… let get this over and done with,” Seamus shoved open the door. “it’s not like either of us has never showered in front of another guy before.” he said speaking of the quid ditch change rooms.
Neville followed him in somewhat hesitantly, pausing as they reached the shower stall. It was Tiny. What the landlords hadn’t skimped on, on bedroom size they had made up for with the size of the bathroom. They would be pressed right up against each other - and they would have to wash each other as well, because what with their hands bound as they were they wouldn’t be able to do it for themselves. “Er…Seamus….” the shorter man looked down at their arms “How the hell are we going to get our shirts off?”
Seamus thought about and cursed “cut it I guess…. Or just let them hang by the cuffs. Damn it and then they’d ruin my sheets anyways … how attached are you to that vest? We can always use Reparo on it after…same with my trench…”
Neville shrugged “not that badly. Don’t worry about it.They struggled out of their clothing - undoing their pants was an adventure all in itself, and Seamus had to fight very hard not to think about the rather obvious reaction to their dancing that Neville was sporting. Hell, he wasn't doing much better, frankly, but both of them were careful to keep eyes averted and mouths shut.

Finally they managed to get into the shower, the hot water running over their bodies and washing the sticky sweat away. The confines of the tight space were even worse than Seamus had feared - they weren't able to keep from brushing against each other as they moved. Neville had the most flaming blush on his cheeks that Seamus had ever seen, but he caught the other man sneaking a few glances as well. He had to admit his own curiosity was growing at a rapid pace - not that he'd never seen another aroused man before, but somehow in this situation it was different. More... personal. Neville's body was trim and fit with more than the odd scare or two from the war - big surprises there Neville had never said much about his capture and he couldn’t get over how fit Neville looked. His cock was shorter than Seamus's, but wider and darker. When Seamus caught himself wondering if the other man was top or a bottom, he knew he was in serious trouble
Fuck, if Neville was a girl he would have said he was becoming infatuated. At the very least, his curiosity was never going to stop bugging him now until he satisfied it, at least in part. "Nev..." he started, then trailed off, unsure what it was he even wanted to say, much less how to say it.
Neville looked up at him, his grey blue eyes a darker shade of blue with lust and uncertainty. "Yeah?" he replied, suppressed passion making his voice rough. Seamus had to swallow at the sight and sound of him.
"You're gonna take this the wrong way," Seamus muttered, dragging his free hand through his hair. He couldn't tear his gaze away from Neville's eyes - they were almost hypnotic in their intensity. Unexpectedly, Neville grinned at him.
"You're curious," the smaller man guessed, leaning back against the wall of the shower. "Go ahead, ask me whatever you want. I don't mind."
Seamus blinked at him, but was willing to take him at his word. "Is it very different, kissing a guy?"
Neville chuckled “Is every girl you kiss the same? “ he countered “of course not, Not that I have a lot of basis for comparison .. I’ve only Ever been with Fred and Susan and only kissed one or two more people aside from them … I imagine that everyone kisses differently, Seamus” Neville cocked his head coyly to one side looking at him “Your welcome to find out if you want, no stings attached.”
Seamus couldn’t believe has was actually considering itThen again, how many chances like this would he ever get? Not many guys would be willing to just let him kiss them to find out what it was like. And there weren't many guys he'd be willing to try it with, either, strings or no strings. He braced his free hand against the shower wall beside Neville's head and leaned in. "You sure?" he asked, not certain whether he was stalling for time or honestly concerned about Neville's feelings. "I don't wanna lead you on or something..."
"No worries," Neville assured him, tilting his face up and licking his lips in a way that made Seamus's gut tighten. "I don't expect anything from you, Seamus. The only one teasing me is me." He gave his wicked smile again, this time tinged with a trace of wistfulness. "And I've been doing that all night, so don't feel like you're causing me problems or something."
Seamus closed the distance between them and locked lips with the smaller blond. He could feel the heat radiating off Neville’s body as there torsos brushed together. It was Rather different. Neville’s lips were thinner and firmer than a girls and he kissed more aggressively than most girls - but that wasn’t a bad thing, t’was rather good in fact. Very good in fact. Neville was a fantastic kisser. Seamus opened his lips and drove his tongue inside the other man's mouth. Neville responded without hesitation, his free hand coming up to clutch at Seamus's shoulder as he was pressed back against the cool tiles of the shower wall. "fuck," Seamus moaned as he pulled away at last.
Neville's eyes weren't quite focused, and he was panting heavily. "Wow," he muttered, grinning at Seamus somewhat foolishly. "Okay, I admit it, you deserve your reputation. Damn."
Seamus wasn’t fairing much better. His body was insisting that, male or not, Neville was attractive and WILLING and he should really be doing something about that. “It could have been a fluke” his mouth said, bypassing his brain… or at leats the brain in his head.
Neville stared at him, then his grin widened. “You should try it again then, just in case” he said mock solemnly as he tilted his face upwards again. Seamus kissed him again, and this time it started out open mouthed and got progressively steamier from there. Neville took the lead this time, finding every sensitive spot in shamus’s moth with hi tongue. Seamus moaned and crushed the smaller man against him, pushing him back against the cool shower wall. He felt as if he should have been repulsed at the feel of the flat chest and hard erection pushed up against his naked body, but it was anything but a turn off. Okay so he was DEFINATLY curious. Fine well, he was a self-proclaimed hedonist, right? If it felt good, he was generally willing to give it a try. This felt pretty damn good...
When they were forced to separate for air, Seamus dropped his lips down to Neville's vulnerable neck, tasting sweat mingled with clean water from the shower that was still pounding over them. Neville gasped, tightening his hand on Seamus's shoulder. "Seamus..." he gasped, tilting his head back to give the taller man better access. "You sure you're not forgetting who you're with again? Not that I'm... ah! Merlin!... complaining, mind you..."
"I haven't forgotten anything," Seamus assured him, his Irish voice vibrating against Neville's adam’s apple and making the other man moan. "Unless it's my common sense." The noises Neville was making could in no way be described as 'feminine' - deep, rough groans in the back of his throat, mixed in with small growling noises every time the smaller man tried to use his bound arm to encourage him. Despite that, Seamus felt intoxicated. Sex with women was a wonderful, beautiful, precious experience, and Seamus treated them like the gems and flowers they were. With Neville, there was no delicacy, no need to hold back for fear of leaving bruises, no soft, sweet nothings whispered between them to facilitate the experience. This was lust, pure and primitive.
“Fuck, Seamus!” the words escaped from Neville’s lips as f they’d been forcibly pulled out him. He raked his free hand over and down Seamus’s shoulder and torso, pausing at the small of his back to pull him closer. The alien sensation of their cocks rubbing together made Seamus jerk back, suddenly skittish. Neville quickly dropped his hand and covered his eyes instead. "Shit. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that. Looks like I'm the one who's forgetting himself."
Seamus stood less than a foot away - as far as he could get in the tight confines of the shower, and considering their arms were still bound together. Neville's head was tilted back to expose his face to the spray, presumably to help calm him down. The smaller man was panting hard, chest heaving as he gulped in air, his cock dark and straining with need. Part of him wanted very much to step forward again and take that dripping cock in his hand, find out first hand just how Neville was different from him; but a larger part of him was screaming at him to get the hell out of there before this went any further. He had to live with man, work with him on occasion for the DA. They couldn't afford to be awkward around each other, and they would end up that way if this went any farther. The smart thing for them to do would be to go to their own firkin rooms, jerk off to get it out of their systems, and then talk about it rationally in the morning or pretend it never happened… ether option was fine.
There was just one problem - they were still bound together from wrist to elbow on one side. They couldn't give each other space to think about it, and they certainly couldn't get the privacy they needed to deal with the demands of their bodies. Neville was practically shaking with need, and Seamus wasn't faring much better, despite his knee-jerk reactions. "You're gonna kill me if I stop now, aren't you?" the Irishman asked, his voice husky.
Neville lifted his arm just enough to peer out at Seamus from underneath with eyes that had gone the colour of dark storm clouds with passion. He shook his head, and when he spoke his voice was even rougher than Seamus's had been. "No. I told you, no strings." He laughed, the sound choked with desire. "Though I think I may die of frustration shortly. Merlin be damn, Seamus, I've never had anybody get me that hot with just a kiss."
"And I suppose the way you were dancing with me before that didn't contribute to it," Seamus replied, his rapidly pounding heart matching the drumming of the water in his ears. Neville still looked good enough to eat, braced against the wall with water streaming down over his taut skin, mixing with the thicker liquid seeping from the tip of his erection.
He didn’t realize that Neville’s thoughts were on the same wave length until the smaller man hesitantly reached out and his hand slid over Seamus’s trembling stomach muscles. Storm grey eyes jerked up and locked on leaf green as Seamus mad a chocked sound that was caught somewhere between protesting and encouraging. “Wh - what are you doing Nev?”
"You don't look like you're doing much better than I am," Neville said quietly, his expression open and inquiring. His voice had gone breathy, his eyes full of desire. "You could…” he paused delicately “ …let me take care of it for you. That wouldn't be so bad, would it? I mean, it's not like I'd be doing anything different than a girl would, right? You could just close your eyes and pretend again..."
Seamus reached down and caught his hand just before it reached the top edge of dark curls. "Why?" he demanded bluntly. "Why the hell would you do that, knowing I probably wouldn't return the favour?"
Neville licked his lips, and the sight of the small wet pink tongue flickering out was enough to make Seamus groan. "Well, that's reason number one right there," Neville admitted, smiling that wicked grin of his again. "The noises you make when you forget yourself are absolutely incredible. Better than anything I ever imagined. I LIKE going down on my partner, Seamus - guy or girl, I like the feeling that I'm giving something without taking anything for myself." He hesitated, then added softly, "Please? I swear this won't change anything between us. I'm not asking for passionate declarations of love here, Seamus. Just... I just want to remember what it feels like to give this kind of pleasure to someone else, even if I can't get any for me. It's still better than doing it alone, you know?"
Seamus did indeed know, and Neville's heartfelt words reached him where nothing else would have. Hell, it wasn't like it would be some kind of hardship to let the man blow him. He'd already proven he had a talented mouth... He groaned and threw his head back against the shower wall. "Go ahead," he murmured, twining the fingers of his captive hand through Neville's. The smaller man gave him an incredulous look that quickly changed to an expression of joy - and lust. Stepping forward, Neville stretched up to kiss Seamus again, this time being careful to keep the rest of their bodies separate. Seamus let his other hand go, and Neville slid it down, combing through the dark curls, deliberately avoiding Seamus's straining cock.
"Not a natural blonde after all, Seamus? Don‘t tell me you‘ve been using a charm all theses years!" Neville teased, eyes glinting. Seamus growled and swatted at his shoulder. Laughing, Neville ducked the swing and continued the motion downwards as he knelt to get at Seamus's erection with his mouth. The action forced their arms to twist in a highly painful way, and Neville halted halfway down, looking up at him with a frustrated expression. "Damn. This isn't gonna work, is it?"
The cuffs were loose enough that Seamus was able to turn his arm within them, and he bent his elbow so that his hand was nearly touching his shoulder. That brought Neville's arm up straight, and while it was a bit of a stretch for the smaller man, it wasn't nearly as painful and still allowed Neville to kneel on the floor of the shower. "Better?"
Neville grinned again. "Hell, yeah. Inventive as always, Seamus... no wonder the girls are flocking to get a date with you." Before Seamus could think of anything to say in reply, Neville lowered his head and the tip of Neville's cock slipped between those talented lips, and the playboy forgot all about speaking. Or even how to speak. Oh, dear sweet Merlin...
He started off with one long, deep plunge over Seamus's cock, taking nearly the entire length inside his mouth. Then he pulled away again, just when Seamus was starting to adjust to the feel of that warm, tight wetness around him. Next he drew his mouth away entirely, bringing his free hand up to curl around the base while he licked delicately at the tip like an ice cream cone. He pain special attention to the weeping slit and the large vein along the underside of the shaft, making Seamus snap his hips up in an attempt to encourage him to do more. Neville's hand left his cock to stroke over his heavy sac, fondling his balls inside and tugging them gently away from his body. Seamus groaned long and loud at the sensation - he'd been with women who were damned good at blow jobs, but none of them had ever been quite this good. Neville knew firsthand what the signals meant, and just how to change what he was doing to give the maximum amount of pleasure.
At some point in the haze Neville's hand left Seamus, but the playboy was too far gone to care. He'd been hard to one degree or another since coming down the stairs and seeing Neville in that incredibly sexy outfit and out of his baggy gardening gear, and Seamus knew he was too close to the edge after all the teasing to last long. When Neville took him to the root, the tip of his cock shoved right down into his throat, the Irish man threw his head back and shouted, body tensing as he rode the oncoming wave of orgasm. Neville swallowed once, deliberately, and the rippling motion of his throat muscles pushed Seamus right over the edge. He exploded, shouting Neville's name as his hand fisted in the younger man's dark hair and his vision went white at the edges.
Neville milked him for every last drop, kept licked at him as he softened until Seamus couldn't stand the stimulation any more. He pulled away with a groan, hearing the sound echoed as Neville gave a frustrated moan. Glancing down, he saw lustful storm eyes staring back at him, the other boy biting his lip until it bled slightly. "Shit," Neville muttered, moving his free hand to brace against the wall beside Seamus's hip. "Sorry... I was hoping to draw it out for you." His voice was rough with need, and his body was shaking with frustrated passion. Only then did Seamus realize that Neville had been attempting to quietly bring himself off while going down on him - probably hoping to spare the skittish man the embarrassment of witnessing him doing it.
"Sorry," Seamus replied, flushing as he tugged on their bound arms to draw Neville back up to stand beside him. Neville clambered to his feet readily enough, but his knees were apparently a bit shaky. He leaned against the slick wall of the shower, his breath coming fast and hard. Seamus could see his pulse pounding in his throat, and the oozing precum the shower was washing away told him the younger man had been damn close to the edge when he'd stopped. "I'm sorry," he said again as Neville looked away, blushing brightly under his frank scrutiny. "I've been hard all damn night, and you're really fucking good at that. I doubt you could have drawn it out much longer no matter what you'd done."

Neville snorted. "First time I've been mad at myself for being good at it," he muttered under his breath. Seamus caught the comment, and chuckled.
"Go ahead and finish yourself off," he offered, and Neville snapped disbelieving eyes up to meet his gaze.

"Are you serious?" the blond blurted out, staring at him. "You... you don't mind? I mean, it's not going to freak you out? I'll live, Shea..."
Seamus hushed him by the simple means of kissing him. "After the way you just made me feel? I think I'll manage to deal with you jerking off in front of me, Nev. Go ahead - unless you're embarrassed to know that I'm watching."
From the blonde’s heated moan and the way his cock visibly twitched at the words, Seamus didn't think the other man was turned off by the idea. Far from it, in fact. Keeping his eyes locked on Seamus's - probably to watch for any sign that he would change his mind or be upset by what was happening - Neville slid his free hand down over his own chest. He gasped and his eyes slid to half-mast when he brushed past the tight nubs of his nipples. Past the faint traces of scars from his past imprisonment that he never spoke of, down over a taut, tan stomach, the fingers slid into the nest of dark honey curls and wrapped around the straining cock nestled in the centre. Neville pumped himself slowly, deliberately - obviously showing off for Seamus, rather than finishing himself off as quickly as possible.
Seamus found himself drawn to watch the show the other man was putting on, his eyes pulled downwards along the path that hand had taken, stopping at the breathless sight of tan fingers twined tightly over an erection nearly purple with pent-up passion. It was beautiful, beyond sexy. Seamus discovered that he wanted to touch it, to lay his fingers over Neville's, and he gave in to the impulse. Neville gasped again when Seamus's fingers touched him, and his eyes closed completely as he threw his head back against the tiled wall.

This time there was no sense of wrongness, no feeling of panic as he explored the root of what made Neville different from all the women he’d had slept with. Seamus's body began to respond to the erotic sight, recovering faster than he had since he'd been a teenager. Experimentally he leaned in, pressing their bodies together in the way that had driven him to pull away before. This time he felt nothing but excitement, and a sort of thrill shot through him at the way Neville moaned as their hips ground together. He realized he desperately wanted to possess this passionate young man, wanted to drive into him and mark him from the inside out. Seamus lowered his head and growled into the smaller man's ear. "Nev... Sweet Merlin, you're sexy. I want... I want to take you. May I?"
"Oh shite, do you really have to ask?" Nevile gasped out, thrusting up into his grip wildly. "but... you're too big for me, Seamus, and it's been too long since I've been taken. If you try to do it without lube, you'll hurt me."
Seamus drew his hand away from Neville's cock, eliciting a protesting whine from the other man as he reached out and fished among the shelves of shampoo and bath soaps. "C'mon, I know it's in here," he growled as he knocked over a couple of bottles in his haste. At least his fingers closed over a small tube, and he drew it out triumphantly, displaying it to Neville.
The herbologest's eyes widened as he stared from the tube to Seamus's face. "You... you didn't..." he murmured, choking on his amazement. Seamus chuckled and shook his head, tapping Neville lightly on the nose with the tube.

"No, idiot, it's not mine. I found it the other day when I knocked over all the bottles by accident. I assume it belongs to Ron and Harry."
Neville flushed a brilliant shade of red, though he grinned widely at Seamus's words. "Yeah, probably. I swear, I bet you we could find these stashed all over the place. Those two are like minks. Who'd have thought Harry would turn out to be such a sex fiend? I mean Ron is a Weasley that‘s kinda a given… but Harry?"
"The only fiend I'm concerned with at the moment is the one in front of me," Seamus murmured, leaning in to bite at Neville's earlobe. The smaller man shuddered beneath him, and moaned. Seamus fumbled with the tube for a moment, before realizing it would be impossible to open one-handed. "Ah, fuck. Give me a hand here, would you?"
Snickering, Neville reached up to help him get the cap unscrewed. Seamus squeezed the tube and a generous portion squirted out onto Neville's fingers. He lowered his hand to Seamus's rapidly hardening cock, bringing it to full attention with a couple of quick, oiled strokes. "Good enough," Neville gasped after just a few passes, pulling his hand away to brace himself against the shower walls. "Do it, Seamus, before I die of frustration or you change your damn mind again!"
Seamus was happy to oblige, lifting Neville with his free hand until the smaller man could wrap his legs around his waist. Pinning him to the wall with his heavier bulk, Seamus used his free hand to position himself and drove slowly forward, mindful of Neville's reactions to the intrusion.

The last thing on Neville's mind seemed to be a protest of any sort, unless it was against the slow pace Seamus was setting. "Fuck, Seamus, just do it!" he cried out, his free hand coming up to clutch at Seamus's shoulder once more. "I can't stand it any more..."
Seamus obliged him, pushing all the way in and pausing for only a moment to adjust to the feeling. It was tighter than anything he'd ever felt before, the muscles ringing the entrance squeezing him in a way guaranteed to drive him mad within minutes. He pulled out and thrust forward again, and again, as Neville rocked up to meet him each time with a wild moan. The other man was close, too close to the edge - he would come within moments and leave Seamus pounding into him alone so Seamus reached down and tried a trick one or two of his girlfriends had used on him before - he clamped down on the base of Neville's cock tightly, closing him off like a human cock ring.
"FUCK!" Neville screamed, clawing at Seamus's shoulder in protest. "Shit, Seamus, you're killing me," he whimpered, a single tear sliding down over his cheek to mix with the streams of water from the shower. "Let me come," he begged, squirming futilely in Seamus's grip.
"Not yet," Seamus panted, stepping up the pace a notch. "I want you to come with me, Nev." Despite Seamus's earlier release, thankfully for Neville it didn't look like it would take the Irish man long to reach the peak again. Neville's ass was the sweetest, tightest thing he'd ever felt in his life, and his body was reacting as though he were still a bloody teenager.
"I can't, I c-can't stand it... Shea, oh shit PLEASE I need it, I need to come, please let me come," Neville continued to beg, the words and the desperate tone pulling hard at Seamus's cock. He thrust harder as Neville pleaded with him piteously. "Fucking hell, Seamus, let go, let me come, I need it so bad, God Seamus!!" His words trailed off into an incoherent groan as he thrashed frantically in Seamus's arms.
Seamus felt himself approaching the edge for the second time that night, and he relented. The moment his grip loosened Neville came with a scream of agonized ecstasy, his muscles tightening painfully around Seamus's oversensitive cock as he came all over his hand. It was enough to push the Irish man over the line, his seed pumping deep into Neville's body as they convulsed together for an eternal moment.
They slid to the floor together, Seamus's legs unable or unwilling to support both their weight any longer. The water, now slowly turning cool, washed over them, cleaning away the outward traces of their passion. Neville opened dazed eyes to gaze up at him, blinking slowly like a satisfied cat. "Holy... shit..." he whispered, voice rough after the way he'd been screaming.
Seamus considered that statement, and found he really had nothing to add. "Yeah," he agreed wearily, slumping against Neville's shoulder as his softening cock fell free of the other man's limp body. "That ‘bout sums it up."
"So..." Neville gave him a tired approximation of his earlier wicked grin. "Does that mean you'd be willing to do it again sometime?"

"Only if we manage to get out of here before the water goes completely freezing," Seamus muttered, hefting himself slowly to his feet and pulling Neville up with him. "Think the heating charm is failing…”
Neville laughed and stood, reaching out to twist off the taps. "Yeah. No kidding. So... what now?"

"Bed," Seamus said definitively. "Before we both pass out. And yeah, I might consider doing this again sometime... given the right incentive," he added, smirking. "I'll be the first to admit it when I've made a mistake - and apparently I was a bit mistaken about how straight I was. Or at least, I'm willing to let you continue to try to change my mind about it."
Neville snickered and snagged a couple of the large, fluffy towels Dean insisted the bathroom be stocked in. "I'll do my best - in the interest of gay guys everywhere. That was damn amazing, especially for your first try with a guy."
They dried each other off and staggered down the hall into Seamus's bedroom, collapsing together on the bed. After a few moments of awkward squirming, they managed to find a comfortable position that didn't strain their bound arms. "So..." Neville muttered sleepily. "Think Harry, Ron and Dean will be shocked to see us come out of your room together? Especially since we aren't going to be able to get any shirts on?"

"They won't be back until evening, idiot… you know Dean loves his time with just Ginny and him… without Ron Glairing over his shoulder," Seamus reminded him, barely able to keep his own eyes open. Between the dancing and the fantastic sex, the other man had done quite a thorough job of wearing him out.
"What makes you think you're going to be getting out of bed any time earlier than that?" Neville mumbled, the last words trailing off as he fell soundly asleep, snoring softly against Seamus's shoulder. Seamus chuckled, and closed his own eyes, letting that pleasant thought send him off to his dreams.
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