In Some Other Existence
Anonymous: hey I am the bathroom deamus prompter(? lol) It was SO GOOD wow seriously I bow to you seriously I know your awesome writer but wow awesome I just loved it I am buzzing ! haha - (I am ignoring that part of my brain that needs it to continue cause if I think about to much I will crave it loool) but yeah better than I thought possible INCREDIBLE
Anonymous: hey there I just read your bathroom deamus fic I am the original prompt person but still but can my prompt be for more (joking !but Im really not haha) it was so good and potentially exponentially hot -it needs to be one shot or something cause too good and I am itching for more haha sorry if this bothers in anyway
Originally posted Jan 30, 2015, on tumblr
2: Postbellum, two
Dean kissed Seamus with a kind of frenzied fervor and Seamus started to slip down the wall where he was pinned, so Dean wrapped an arm tightly around the Irishman's waist and hoisted him up so he was sitting on one of the nearby sink basins. They were at a nearly equal height now.
Seamus' brain was clouded and his vision was starry, so he tipped his head back against the mirror in an effort to catch his breath. All oxygen was expelled from his lungs, however, when Dean kissed along Seamus' jaw down to his neck.
Dean tugged roughly on Seamus' tie to loosen it as he mouthed at Seamus' collarbone, feeling incredibly grateful that in their seven years at Hogwarts Seamus had never learned to button his shirt completely up.
"Oh, Godric…" Seamus breathed, embarrassed at how needy he sounded yet too far gone to really care.
He leaned forward and nibbled at Dean's ear, caused a stunted groan to resound out of his best friend. Seamus got a thrill of pleasure from that and used one of his legs to bring Dean's hips forward against his. Dean gasped at the contact, hot breath rushing against Seamus' neck, and Seamus felt his chest swell with pride for being able to get such reactions from him.
With their hips pressed flush together now, Seamus could feel the hard line of Dean's dick through his pants, and there was no denying his own erection. A kind of panic started to rise in him as he wondered what exactly it was that they were doing and what it meant, but just then Dean's hands wandered under Seamus' shirt and all such thoughts flew from his mind.
Dean rocked against Seamus as they kissed, and it occurred to Dean how right this felt. He could feel a tenseness in Seamus' shoulders that meant he was nervous, but hell he was nervous too. But this, whatever it was, felt great. He loved the feel of Seamus' lips moving against his. It was so different from when he'd been with Ginny - making out was always something of a competition with them, and Dean always lost. With Seamus, they were both exploring. Seamus' mouth tasted like blood and soot, but also like ginger, and holding him like this was strange and familiar at the same time.
As Dean's hands roamed up Seamus' back from under the Irishman's tattered shirt, Seamus' hands found themselves gripping Dean's hips, with his fingers creeping past the hem of Dean's jeans. Seamus pulled his mouth away from Dean's and rested his forehead on Dean's shoulder, panting slightly.
"This okay?" he asked huskily, fingers pulling slightly on the button of Dean's pants.
Dean's throat felt thick and he nodded dumbly, then pressed kisses to the side of Seamus' face.
Seamus' hands shook slightly as he opened the button and slid the zipper down. He reached in and wrapped his hand around Dean, squeezing roughly. In an effort to not think about how he had his best friend's dick in his hand, Seamus instead focused on the breathy noises Dean was making.
Seamus used his free hand to tilt Dean's face toward his, their eyes meeting for a long moment before Seamus leaned forward and shoved his tongue down Dean's throat, palm working at Dean's erection. Dean moaned in Seamus' mouth, which felt good, and one of Dean's hands found Seamus' dick, which felt really good.
Dean's hands started working at Seamus' pants, so Seamus pushed Dean's boxers aside and pulled experimentally on Dean's cock. Dean groaned and pulled his mouth away to suck on Seamus' neck again, eliciting groans from Seamus.
"You like that?" Dean asked, licking up the side of Seamus' neck.
Seamus twisted his wrist in answer and Dean grumbled a laugh as he pulled Seamus' dick out. Seamus started quivering, his hand tightening around Dean's cock. His other arm slid around Dean's shoulders, fingers clawed into Dean's shirt like he was hanging on for dear life.
Neither of them had ever done this before, so it was messy and sloppy and sometimes not pleasant as they jerked each other off, and they sometimes bumped elbows or knuckles in their clumsiness, but it was new and exciting at the same time. And things got better once Dean stepped closer and wrapped his hand around both of them, their two cocks sliding together. Seamus had forgotten all discretion, his moans echoing around the bathroom, but Dean didn't mind. He enjoyed Seamus' noises, and attacked that spot on Seamus' collarbone whenever he wanted more.
They didn't last much longer after that, with Seamus cumming first and spurting all over their already ruined clothes. Seamus reached down and jerked Dean fervently until Dean came too, rubbing him through the whole stars-inducing orgasm.
Seamus' hand fell away and the realization of what they'd done came rushing over him. They'd just essentially had sex. Them. Dean and Seamus. Sex. They were both boys, let alone best friends, and now…
Now what?
A lump found itself in Seamus' throat and he was very aware of Dean's hands on Seamus' waist.
"That was…" Dean whispered after a few moments.
"Different," Seamus answered, suddenly refusing to meet Dean's eyes.
He moved Dean out of the way and hopped off of the sink basin, rubbing his ass a bit since he hadn't realized until then just how uncomfortable that was. He zipped his pants back up and grabbed some paper towels, wiping as much of the mess away as possible. He heard Dean doing the same behind him.
"Shay - "
"Don't."
Dean frowned. "Don't what?"
"I don't want to talk about this, I don't," Seamus said, biting his lip. "I want to forget it."
"No way."
"Excuse me?"
"I told you," Dean said, taking a step forward, but stopping when Seamus shuffled back. "I think I've wanted to do that for a while now, and I think you have too."
Seamus looked away and Dean sighed.
"Listen, I don't know what this means," he said. "And yeah, we're both blokes, but what does that matter?"
"Dean, we just had sex in a school bathroom!" Seamus shouted, blushing at the word sex. "Right after a bloody war! There's dead bodies downstairs! We have other shit to worry about right now."
"Yeah, okay, so our timing isn't that great, but we'll handle it," Dean said. "We'll handle it together, but not if we don't talk about this."
"I - "
"I care about you, Shay," Dean told him, moving toward him cautiously. "Apparently in a different way that I thought, but still."
Seamus looked up at Dean. They were inches apart now. "I'm scared, Dean."
"I am too," Dean said, leaning down slowly. "But can't we just see where this takes us? Don't we owe that to ourselves?"
Without waiting for a response, Dean slotted their mouths together, putting his arms around Seamus' torso. This kiss was different from the others. There was less fever and more emotion. It was tender and slow, almost as if they hadn't spent the last twenty minutes with their faces attached.
Seamus felt the panic knot up inside his chest but decided to ignore it and let himself enjoy this moment. He put his hands on Dean's neck and opened his mouth, and felt that maybe this thing would be easier to figure out than he'd thought.
I figured I should give an update here on what I've been doing, since people that don't follow me on tumblr probably think I might've died. You can go to my tumblr for the full explanation of why I haven't been posting things since 2014, but I'll let you know what I'm working on right now!
First, I'm working on a trans!Seamus fic that I'm almost done with. Then I'll be working on All I've Yet To Be, a Neville-centered story in the Through Their Eyes verse. Then I'll be working on Now I Know, the sequel to BIK. At least, that's the plan. My plans haven't been working out lately, but I'm excited to get back into writing again!
~Ki