Seamus/Dean drabble.
Dean was sitting on his bed reading a football magazine when Seamus charged into the room and threw himself onto his bed, ripping the curtains closed and sighing heavily.
Dean raised his dark eyebrows at the display of anger and tried to think why Seamus might be angry. Ah yes, it had been quidditch tryouts for a new keeper and Seamus had gone out for the place on the team. Apparently he hadn't gotten the role. Dean felt his heart fall, knowing how much his boyfriend had wanted the position, without another thought the dark-skinned wizard swung his legs over the edge of the bed and was standing before the deep red curtains of Seamus' bed. He pulled said curtains apart and looked his boyfriend over, noticing how he had smudges of mud over his clothes and across his freckled cheeks.
"Hey, Seamus. do you wanna talk about what happened on the quidditch pitch?" the question was left hanging in the air as the Irish boy just gave him an anguished look and shook his head, looking every bit like a five year old who had lost his favourite teddy. Dean took pity on him and gave him a reassuring smile in return.
Dean crawled over the covers until he was sitting directly in front of Seamus, placing thin-fingered hands on the sandy-haired boy's knees, squeezing lightly in sympathy.
"Don't get too depressed about it, this way we can watch the matches wrapped up warm in those gloves your mum knitted rather than flying around in the freezing rain and wind and-
"Dean, please can we not-
"Right, sorry, not talking about it. Would you rather be distracted from what happened today? Keep your mind on something else?" Dean asked, in a voice that was decidedly deeper and more seductive than normal. Seamus raised a caramel eyebrow at his boyfriend and tilted his head sideways.
"What're ya talkin' about, Dean? You got something that can distract me?" Seamus responded, confused as to what Dean meant by his statement. Before Seamus could deliberate about it any longer the other lifted himself up from his place on the red bedspread and deposited himself in Seamus' lap, smiling and wiggling his hips.
"Yeah, babe. I think I might just have an idea of how to distract you...understand what I'm talking about now, Seamus? Hmm? I need to work on my seduction skills if you're so oblivious when I turn on the charm!" Dean replied, laughing when Seamus blushed a little at being so unaware of his boyfriend's intentions. He placed pale hands on Dean's hips, where a line of skin had become exposed from him leaping into the Irish boy's lap; he rubbed circles there with his thumbs and smirked at his lovely boyfriend.
"Aye, I think I might just get it now. I'd be happy to help you practice your seduction skills, all night long? With lots of emphasis on the sex part? I wasn't oblivious anyway, I just didn't pick up on it until you demonstrated it my jumping me and propositioning me. I would be insulted by your disregard for my virginal honour if I wasn't so turned on right now." Seamus replied, also laughing as both boys leaned forwards, crushing their lips together.
Hope this is okay