In Some Other Existence

Anonymous: Deamus prompt: Seamus begins wetting the bed in fourth year and Dean finds out and promises not to tell and they cuddle together in Seamus' bed anyway because Dean couldn't care less about his adorable boyfriend's unusually small bladder, even if he'll tease him slightly (and discreetly) followed by a kiss.

Originally posted May 26, 2015, on tumblr

4: Bed Wetter

The bed was damp and sticky, and Seamus' pants clung to his legs. Shame pooled in his belly as his face heated and he leaped out of bed, thankful that none of his other dormmates were awake. He changed his trousers and began to quickly strip the sheets.

It was the fourth time it had happened this week, and the twenty-first time in two months. He burned with embarrassment just thinking about it. He felt like a two year old who hadn't been potty trained yet.

With a resigned sigh, he scooped up the soiled sheets and quietly left the the dormitory, headed down to the kitchens to fetch a house elf so he could get new sheets. The house elves were always as helpful and cheerful as ever, but he couldn't stand the pity in their bulbous eyes.

One of the benefits to this whole ordeal was that he'd gotten really good at sneaking around the castle at night. He liked to think he was better than Harry, Ron, and Hermione, especially since he hadn't been caught yet.

"Seamus?"

"Christ Almighty!" Seamus shrieked, jumping from fright and hitting the stone wall. He turned to see Dean standing behind him, his friend's worried face dimly lit from his wand tip.

"What are you doing?" Dean asked.

Seamus' heart dropped into his stomach. "I…" But there was no way to explain this, no way to cover it up with a lie.

"Shay, whatever it is, I don't care," Dean said quickly. "I want to be here for you, Shay, and I'm not going to judge you."

Seamus closed his eyes and chewed his lower lip. Godric, what had he done to deserve a friend like Dean? Dean was always so kind and understanding, but this…

"I've been wettin' the bed," Seamus mumbled.

"Yeah?" Dean said softly.

Seamus nodded a bit. "Yeah."

"For how long?"

"A couple months."

"Do you know what's caused it?"

"Ah, well…me parents are gettin' divorced. That might've somethin' ter do with it."

The silence was heavy, and Seamus kept his eyes squeezed shut. He hadn't told Dean about that. He was too embarrassed. In fact, he'd never really told Dean about his family. Dean had talked plenty about his, about his mom and step-dad and three little sisters, but Seamus never wanted to talk about his cause there was nothing much to say.

He heard Dean move and could feel him getting closer. Tears smarted in his eyes, wondering what Dean was going to do or say, when a gentle hand touched his shoulder and his eyes flew open.

"Thank you for telling me," Dean said softly.

Seamus gaped. "But…but I didn't - "

"But you did just now," Dean interrupted. "You don't always need to tell me things right when they happen. Sometimes we need time to process or come to terms. Of course I want you to tell me things, but only when you're ready."

Seamus shook his head a little. He really didn't deserve Dean.

"I'll walk with you to the house elves, if you wanna tell me what's going on," Dean offered.

"Sure," Seamus answered.

And they walked down to the kitchens together as Seamus explained that his dad found out that he was gay (Seamus came out to Dean last year) and basically disowned Seamus, causing a rift between his mother and father, which resulted in the current divorce.

"…So recently they've both just been sendin' me letters, arguin' about rights and child support and whatnot," Seamus finished as they left the kitchens, knowing that Seamus' bed would be made and fitted with new sheets by the time they got back to the dormitory. The house elves really were miracle workers.

"I'm so sorry, Shay," Dean said. "You know, I've heard that stress can cause bed wetting. And that feeling shame or embarrassment only makes it more stressful."

Shay bowed his head. "Yeah, well, I could've told ye that much, mate."

Dean put his arm around Seamus' shoulders. "Do you get nightmares."

"Not nightmares, but… 'm not sleepin' well," Seamus admitted.

Dean nodded slowly as they crawled through the portrait hole and climbed up the stairs to their dormitory. Harry, Ron, and Neville were still fast asleep. Seamus walked slowly toward his freshly made bed and pulled back the covers, his face pinched tight with anxiety. He gingerly sat on the edge of the bed and looked as if he were psyching himself up to go to sleep.

"Hey," Dean said softly, walking over. He pulled up the covers on the other side of Seamus' bed. Seamus stared at him. "Mind if we share?"

Seamus looked horrified. "But what if - "

"I don't care," Dean said.

"Well I bloody well do," Seamus hissed. He wasn't bothered by sharing a bed with Dean, they'd done that a lot in their first and second years, but the thought of wetting the bed while sharing with Dean…

"We think it's caused by stress, right?" Dean said. "So if you sleep with someone, if someone's there with you, you might feel more relaxed. Another person's presence might have a good effect."

Seamus still looked unsure. "But - "

"Shay."

They had a small staring contest, and then Seamus conceded. He was never really able to deny Dean. So they crawled into the small bed, Seamus' back pressed against Dean's chest. Dean wrapped his arms around Seamus' torso and Seamus tried not to blush as he rested his hands on top of Dean's hands, feeling Dean's breath on the back of his neck.

"Relax," Dean whispered. "You're still tense."

"Yeah, cause I'm sharin' a bed with ye and I'm a wetter," Seamus hissed.

Dean's head shifted and suddenly Seamus felt a pair of lips on his neck and his insides melted in a different way.

"Just go to bed," Dean murmured. "We'll talk in the morning."

Seamus' liquid insides turned to butterflies and a warm feeling erupted in his chest as Dean's arms squeezed him briefly.

The night passed without any more incident, and if Seamus and Dean started holding hands the next day, well, nobody was really surprised.