Title: Roomate Assistance [Seamus/Dean/Neville]
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating/Warnings: R, oral sex, voyeuism.
Summary: Neville's worried about Harry, and Seamus and Dean give him a
hand.
A/N: Written for Quidcaptains for the September round of the
Pornish_Pixies fantasy fest.
Neville trudged into the dorm long after lights out and began tiptoeing
around Ron's bed out of habit before he remembered that Ron was in the
Infirmary with Harry. Sighing, he let his outdoor things, still damp
from the rain during the match, drop to the floor in a heap. Normally,
Neville would have hung everything up carefully because he was going to
have to wear it all tomorrow whether they were dry or not, but at the
moment he couldn't scrounge up the effort. At least somebody had left a
light on for him so he wasn't tripping over everything in the room.
"How are they?" Dean asked
from the bed on the other side of Neville's. Neville sat heavily on his
own bed and rubbed at his eyes with the heels of his hands before
answering.
"Ron's fine," he said,
trying to gather up his scattered thoughts, "he's just sleeping off the
stuff Pomfrey gave him for the extra ear. He'll be back to normal in
the morning."
"What about Harry?" Seamus'
voice was rough from sleep, and it was a mark of just how tired Neville
was that it took him a full minute to realize that Seamus’ voice was
coming from Dean's bed as well.
Sure enough, when Neville
turned around and looked properly, he saw they were both on their sides
facing him, Dean curled up against Seamus' back, Dean's arm thrown over
Seamus' chest and Dean's calf wedged possessively over his knee.
"S-sorry," Neville's face
burned, "I didn't know...I mean, I didn't mean to..."
"Neville, don't," Dean
interrupted, sitting up on an elbow so he could see over Seamus better.
"Just tell us how Harry is."
"He'll be okay too, they
think," Neville let out another shaky sigh. "Pomfrey was worried about
more glass bits, but Ginny's Accio must've got them all cause Harry was
starting to be able to see us moving around. Just a little, but they
said it's all to expect for now. That's when they
made me go."
"Hope they tell that
Ravenclaw Beater," Seamus said around a yawn, "you shoulda seen her,
they couldna stop her carrying on and crying about the blood until
McGonagall had ta slap her across the face before Flitwick came."
"Wasn't her fault," Neville
shrugged with a charity he didn't feel, "if Harry didn't wear
glasses...Hermione's going to spell them shatterproof after this, she
says Muggles have glass like it, that sticks all together even when it
gets broken so shards don't...don't..."
Neville suddenly found that
he was only a few words from blubbering like a little girl, so he
stopped abruptly and tried to take a deep breath.
"Nev, you're shaking," Dean
peered at him, "are you all right?"
"F-fine," Neville lied,
surprised to find that he was indeed shivering. "Just tired."
"Here, c'mere," Seamus
motioned him over with a lazy hand. Feeling embarrassed and shaky,
Neville slid off his bed and took the several steps over to sit on the
edge of Dean's. His embarrassment doubled when Dean whispered something
in Seamus' ear that made the Irish boy blush and laugh.
"We could help you relax,"
Dean offered, "if you don't think you can sleep."
Neville looked from one to
the other, his heart pounding suddenly as he noticed the slow circles
Dean's fingertips were tracing on Seamus' abdomen.
"I..." Neville swallowed
hard,"...I mean, Harry..."
"You could just watch, if
you wanted." Dean's low voice made hot prickles run up Neville's spine
and he did want, he wanted very much as his brain filled in images of
Dean's dark fingers pressing into Seamus' pale skin.
"Yeah," Neville slid back
further onto the end of Dean's bed so he could lean against a bedpost,
"yeah, all right."
Dean and Seamus exchanged a
glance that Neville couldn't read, and suddenly Seamus wasn't blushing
anymore. Neville had the suspicion that they had done this before, but
gave up trying to guess who with when Dean's lips closed over Seamus'.
The smaller boy sighed and
rolled over towards Dean so that he was on his back, Dean putting a
hand on either side of him for support as he leaned in to deepen the
kiss. Freeing his legs from their previous tangle, Dean dropped a knee
in between Seamus' so that he was straddling his thigh, pressing down
in a motion that was too slow to be a rhythm quite yet, but made
Neville's throat dry nonetheless.
When Dean broke the kiss to
trail lips down to Seamus' neck, Seamus' whimpers went straight to
Neville's cock, which was beginning to strain against his trousers.
"Can I?" Neville asked
quietly, meeting Seamus' eyes and dropping a hand to cup his erection
to make his request clear. Seamus nodded, eyes dark with arousal, and
murmured 'yes, yes' but Neville had no way of knowing whether it
was in response to him or Dean.
Even though he was still
fully clothed, Neville felt ridiculously naked as he undid his trousers
and pulled his cock out under Seamus’ approving gaze. He gave it a test
stroke, feeling self-conscious and more than a little dirty, but the
feelings dimmed when Dean pushed up Seamus’ pajama shirt and began
twisting one of the pink nipples between his fingertips.
“How much,” Dean asked
quietly, and it took Neville a moment to realize that he was being
addressed, Dean glancing back over his shoulder, “do you want to see?”
“I…” Neville turned very
pink indeed as various options flitted through his mind, finding
himself unable to articulate any of them efficiently. Finally, he gave
up and shrugged.
“Hmm,” Dean eyed Neville and
then Seamus thoughtfully, wetting his lower lip with the tip of his
tongue. “How about we start with this…”
Before Neville could even
think to wonder what ‘this’ was, Dean was tugging Seamus’ pajama
trousers of the way, freeing Seamus’ cock. Seamus was already hard, and
he hissed a little when the cold air hit his bare skin. Dean curled a
hand around Seamus and fisted him slowly, making him arch, and Neville
decided that blood in the brain was overrated as his own stroking went
from Testing to Full Speed Ahead Captain.
“Dean!” Seamus whined, but
Dean smiled wickedly instead of speeding up, rubbing his thumb over
Seamus’ head, and Neville could see that the top was growing slick when
Dean’s steady hand tugged his foreskin out of the way.
His own breath sounding
harsh in his ears, Neville forced himself to stroke slower as Dean
pulled his hand away from a protesting Seamus and licked the pad of his
thumb off with obvious enjoyment, because otherwise he might have come
from that alone.
That was nothing compared to the sight of Dean
sliding down and giving Seamus a slow lick, running his tongue slowly
up the shaft, before sucking the tip in between his lips. Neville was
the one who whimpered as Seamus clenched the sheets underneath his
hands and arched into Dean's mouth.
At this point Neville realized that slowing down his
orgasm any more was essentially impossible, and he gave in and stroked
his cock hard and fast. He fought to keep his eyes open as he came in
his hand, not wanting to miss a second of the flushed, gasping glory
that was Seamus.
Slumped against the bedpost, hand still curled
around his softening cock, Neville watched avidly as Seamus moaned and
thrust and finally came, and Dean sucked him clean. Neville didn't even
think to be surprised when watching Seamus return the favor elicited a
hopeful response from his own cock, despite it's recent exertion.
"'Well?" Dean asked lazily while Seamus was licking
the last drops off his skin. "Think you'll sleep now?"
Sliding from the bed and tucking himself back into
his trousers, Neville took a moment to stretch before replying.
"I think," he said finally, "that I might just sneak
back up to the Infirmary. Just to, you know, see how Harry is."
Neville didn't miss the amused glances Dean and
Seamus exchanged as he was slipping back out the door, but he figured
they wouldn't mind too much if he borrowed some of their techniques,
for the sake of cheering Harry up.
"This is going to be better than that time with the
ties," Neville murmured to himself.
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