A/N: This is really a continuation of chapter 13. There were a few
inquiries as to Dean's sexuality, so maybe this chapter will throw some
light on that aspect of our story. Chapter 14 should be out in a week or
two.
Thank you Rehanna, Tech Dust (almost flawlessly IC? I'm tickled!), kenku (^_^), Redhawk, Rhinestone, jilly-anne (I managed to pull off a plot? Yay!), Silent Stalker, AllAboutMe, Silverfox, whitebearwrites (sorry!), Danielle, Scratches, and Catspook.
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Seamus grinned evilly once the handcuffs were undone and Harry got a sinking feeling in his stomach- until Seamus pounced on him. Harry was acutely aware of Seamus's lips on his and vaguely aware of the other boy's nimble fingers working to remove his shirt. He rolled over, pinning the Irish boy beneath him. Seamus gazed at him from beneath lowered eyelids, his flushed face betraying his cool stare.
The door swung open. Harry jumped off Seamus so fast, he knocked the blonde off the bed. Dean laughed. Seamus stood up and dusted himself off. "Dean!"
"Seamus!" Dean replied, amusement shining in his dark eyes. "Having fun there, boys?" Harry blushed and sat down.
Dean's eye moved over him nonchalantly. "Apparently."
"What would you know about it?" Seamus retorted.
"Enough." Seamus's face brightened.
"Oh?" he said curiously.
"No. Whatever it is, Seamus, just no."
"You don't even know what I was going to say," Seamus whined.
"I don't need to know what you were going to say. I know that look."
"What look?"
"You know very well what look."
"So you wouldn't be interested in a threesome?" Seamus asked, his hair falling into his eyes in a very fetching manner. Dean snorted.
" I like you both as people and I appreciate you aesthetically, but I would shoot myself in the foot before I got romantically or sexually involved with either of you," Dean answered frankly.
"Damn you! I am in no mood to get a dictionary. Could you translate that into English please?" Seamus requested, batting his eyelashes prettily.
"No way in hell."
"How about heaven?" purred the Irish boy.
" I do not like them here or there. I do not like them anywhere. I do not like green eggs in ham. I do not like them, Sam-I-Am," Dean quoted, raising an eyebrow. Harry giggled at the Dr. Suess reference.
"Ah. So you're straight?" Seamus inquired, completely ignoring his best friend's idiotic response.
"I didn't say that."
"So you're gay?"
"I didn't say that either," Dean replied, enjoying his game with Seamus immensely.
"Bi?"
"Not telling you," Dean sang, placing his hand on the doorknob.
"Why not?"
"Because I like tormenting you." Dean ducked out of the room just in time to avoid the alarm clock Seamus hurled at him.
"Well," Harry said at length." I hope Neville didn't need that alarm clock." Seamus surveyed the remains of the clock.
"Nah, " the Irish boy. "He always sleeps through it anyway. His alarm clock is Dean rolling out bed to turn off his alarm for him and-OH!OH!OH!" The look on Seamus's face was hard to describe, but Harry would've classified it as big trouble for Dean.
"What?" The dark-haired boy asked, preparing himself in case Seamus decided to make another bid for freedom.
"I've got Dean figured out! I am so going to give him hell for this. How dare he try to keep this from me? Of all the-" Harry yanked Seamus down into his lap.
"Has anyone ever told you that you talk too much?" Harry asked, cupping Seamus's chin.
"Well, there was once when I was five and in this recital and I had to explain the story of the Three Little Pigs, but I forgot the ending so I kept going and going and going. Did you know the pigs built an atomic bomb shelter out of match sticks in their backyard? And just last week I was talking to Ron- I don't know how you manage to stay so close to that boy; he's impossible- and we got on to the topic of-" Harry shook his head and kissed the babbling blonde firmly.
Afterwards, Seamus was breathless, which is saying something since he had already demonstrated his considerable lung capacity with his amazing ability to say whole paragraphs in one breath. "Or if you don't want to talk, there are other ways to amuse ourselves," he acknowledged. Harry grinned.
"Other ways?" he asked, nuzzling Seamus. "Like what?"
"Like this," Seamus replied, kissing the tip of Harry's nose. "And this," he added, kissing his eyelids. "And this. " Another kiss landed on the curve of Harry's jaw. "And this. " Seamus's tongue darting out along Harry's neck. "And this" His teeth tugged at Harry's earlobe. "And-" Harry turned and caught Seamus's lips again. Seamus smiled. "And then of course, there's always that."
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So for those of you who bemoaned my poor choice of stopping points, sorry again! I just keep thinking that Dylan is going to read this and though I'm sure he's read all the disclaimers, I don't want to scare the poor dear. Comments and suggestions are always welcome so please review!
love,
j. silver
Thank you Rehanna, Tech Dust (almost flawlessly IC? I'm tickled!), kenku (^_^), Redhawk, Rhinestone, jilly-anne (I managed to pull off a plot? Yay!), Silent Stalker, AllAboutMe, Silverfox, whitebearwrites (sorry!), Danielle, Scratches, and Catspook.
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Seamus grinned evilly once the handcuffs were undone and Harry got a sinking feeling in his stomach- until Seamus pounced on him. Harry was acutely aware of Seamus's lips on his and vaguely aware of the other boy's nimble fingers working to remove his shirt. He rolled over, pinning the Irish boy beneath him. Seamus gazed at him from beneath lowered eyelids, his flushed face betraying his cool stare.
The door swung open. Harry jumped off Seamus so fast, he knocked the blonde off the bed. Dean laughed. Seamus stood up and dusted himself off. "Dean!"
"Seamus!" Dean replied, amusement shining in his dark eyes. "Having fun there, boys?" Harry blushed and sat down.
Dean's eye moved over him nonchalantly. "Apparently."
"What would you know about it?" Seamus retorted.
"Enough." Seamus's face brightened.
"Oh?" he said curiously.
"No. Whatever it is, Seamus, just no."
"You don't even know what I was going to say," Seamus whined.
"I don't need to know what you were going to say. I know that look."
"What look?"
"You know very well what look."
"So you wouldn't be interested in a threesome?" Seamus asked, his hair falling into his eyes in a very fetching manner. Dean snorted.
" I like you both as people and I appreciate you aesthetically, but I would shoot myself in the foot before I got romantically or sexually involved with either of you," Dean answered frankly.
"Damn you! I am in no mood to get a dictionary. Could you translate that into English please?" Seamus requested, batting his eyelashes prettily.
"No way in hell."
"How about heaven?" purred the Irish boy.
" I do not like them here or there. I do not like them anywhere. I do not like green eggs in ham. I do not like them, Sam-I-Am," Dean quoted, raising an eyebrow. Harry giggled at the Dr. Suess reference.
"Ah. So you're straight?" Seamus inquired, completely ignoring his best friend's idiotic response.
"I didn't say that."
"So you're gay?"
"I didn't say that either," Dean replied, enjoying his game with Seamus immensely.
"Bi?"
"Not telling you," Dean sang, placing his hand on the doorknob.
"Why not?"
"Because I like tormenting you." Dean ducked out of the room just in time to avoid the alarm clock Seamus hurled at him.
"Well," Harry said at length." I hope Neville didn't need that alarm clock." Seamus surveyed the remains of the clock.
"Nah, " the Irish boy. "He always sleeps through it anyway. His alarm clock is Dean rolling out bed to turn off his alarm for him and-OH!OH!OH!" The look on Seamus's face was hard to describe, but Harry would've classified it as big trouble for Dean.
"What?" The dark-haired boy asked, preparing himself in case Seamus decided to make another bid for freedom.
"I've got Dean figured out! I am so going to give him hell for this. How dare he try to keep this from me? Of all the-" Harry yanked Seamus down into his lap.
"Has anyone ever told you that you talk too much?" Harry asked, cupping Seamus's chin.
"Well, there was once when I was five and in this recital and I had to explain the story of the Three Little Pigs, but I forgot the ending so I kept going and going and going. Did you know the pigs built an atomic bomb shelter out of match sticks in their backyard? And just last week I was talking to Ron- I don't know how you manage to stay so close to that boy; he's impossible- and we got on to the topic of-" Harry shook his head and kissed the babbling blonde firmly.
Afterwards, Seamus was breathless, which is saying something since he had already demonstrated his considerable lung capacity with his amazing ability to say whole paragraphs in one breath. "Or if you don't want to talk, there are other ways to amuse ourselves," he acknowledged. Harry grinned.
"Other ways?" he asked, nuzzling Seamus. "Like what?"
"Like this," Seamus replied, kissing the tip of Harry's nose. "And this," he added, kissing his eyelids. "And this. " Another kiss landed on the curve of Harry's jaw. "And this. " Seamus's tongue darting out along Harry's neck. "And this" His teeth tugged at Harry's earlobe. "And-" Harry turned and caught Seamus's lips again. Seamus smiled. "And then of course, there's always that."
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So for those of you who bemoaned my poor choice of stopping points, sorry again! I just keep thinking that Dylan is going to read this and though I'm sure he's read all the disclaimers, I don't want to scare the poor dear. Comments and suggestions are always welcome so please review!
love,
j. silver