"SLAM!"
"Do these people even know you're gay?" Seamus called from the bathroom, shoving his razor back in drawer.
"They know I live with you. They probably think we're roommates, but no one's ever really asked," Dean answered, magicking his tie into a perfect Windsor knot.
Seamus came back into their bedroom, freshly shaved. "So you're going to out yourself to your whole office at the company Christmas party?" he asked disbelievingly.
Dean shrugged. "I told Blaise right after he bought the team, and he's the only one who could even think of firing me. He said he didn't care who I lived with or dated as long as I kept doing my job well. He just wants to make money."
Turns out Seamus had been right about those foam fingers. After Dean earned a graphic design degree from a muggle university, he'd been hired by Puddlemere United's marketing department. His ability to integrate muggle marketing and design concepts with the wizarding world helped him climb the ranks of his department in record time. Blaise Zabini bought Puddlemere three years ago and, having heard of his great success, made Dean the VP of Marketing for the entire club. At 30, he was the youngest VP in the entire British and Irish Quidditch League.
"Then we'd better get going, or we're going to be late!" Seamus warned.
The two men Apparated into Dean's office and moved to the front office to join the party. The decrepit secretaries greeted Dean with a pinch to his cheeks, and none of the female interns could take their eyes off Seamus, wondering where this hot new guy came from.
The two milled about, making small talk and chatting with Dean's coworkers. As the firewhiskey began flowing, the party got rowdier. Plenty of off-key Christmas carols and bawdy drinking songs filled the air with festive cheer and a sense of impending regret.
As they were walking through a doorway, the two wizards found themselves frozen in the space by enchanted mistletoe.
The entire office turned to stare at them. Once trapped by enchanted mistletoe, the only way to break free was to kiss whoever you were trapped with. But it was only supposed to trap a man and a woman, unless…
In their slightly boozy state, Dean and Seamus decided that if people were going to stare, they'd give them something to stare at. People later swore their snogging was so intense that it burned the enchantment right off the mistletoe. All Dean and Seamus cared about was that the party was a ton of fun and a smashing success. Mission accomplished.