Insincere, I think Nott! (Colin, MA 15+)
Title: Insincere, I think Nott!
Author:
chaeldub
Rating: MA 15+ - contains sexual references
Prompt Set: (50.3)
Prompt: #07, Smile
Word Count: 932
Summary: Colin waits on Theodore, but decides in the end to confront someone else.
Warnings: as per the rating
Notes: contains hints of Colin/Theodore, Seamus/Theodore and Colin/Seamus... filling in the gaps from my fic Slow Burn
Colin sat on the end of his bed, he had been sitting there for nearly half an hour already.. He had arrived to find his roommates packed and ready to leave. Colin had let them go, then started shoving his belongings into his trunk, slowly. He hoped that the longer he took, the more likely that Theodore would show. That hadn’t been the case. He drummed his fingers on the burnished bedpost, trying to think of something else other than Theodore-Bloody-Nott. He hadn’t spoken to him in nearly three weeks, and besides seeing Theodore talking with Seamus down near the lake, he hadn’t even laid eyes on him in that time. He just couldn’t believe that he would let him leave without saying anything. Glancing at the window one last time, Theodore would send his owl up to tap on the glass if he wanted to meet, Colin resigned himself to the fact that he wasn’t coming.
"Fuck it." Colin said, standing up and grabbing his trunk.
He dragged the heavy box out the door and down the corridor, of course he could have levitated it, but that wouldn’t have been as dramatic as it clunked down the steps leading to the common room. Normally the common room was abuzz with students, but it was empty now, even the fire was dying in the hearth. Christmas holidays were normally a time for cheer, but Colin felt miserable. How could he go home and be happy knowing he was coming back here? Hogwarts would be an immensely depressing place if he had to spend it pining over a lost love.
The portrait of the Fat Lady swung open and for a moment Colin thought that Theodore had found a way in. But instead of the obsidian locks of his hearts desire,, he saw the sandy hair of Seamus Finnegan. Sweat broke out on his forehead, his blood boiled in his veins.
Smile, he thought, smile and act like nothing is wrong.
Seamus stopped in his tracks, shirt untucked and tie held limply in his hand. He looked like a cross between the cat that got the cream and a rabbit caught in the headlights. He smiled nervously at Colin.
"Hey, Colin. Running late as well?" Seamus asked, walking toward the spiral staircase that lead to the dorms.
Colin balled up his fists, trying to keep his cool.
Smile; show him that everything is okay.
It wasn’t a smile as such, more of a grimace, as his lips parted and he bared his teeth.
"I was waiting on Theodore," he replied, letting Seamus know that this wasn’t just an innocent meeting.
Seamus stopped, one foot on the bottom step. Colin hadn’t moved, he had just kept his eyes on the Irish boy as he had walked across the room.
"Nott?" Seamus enquired, his voice breaking slightly.
"Yes." Colin said, staring his Housemate down.
"You’re here alone though, right?" Seamus asked, calmly, looking back at Colin.
Colin wanted to yank out his wand and hex him, scar him and make him hurt, just like he did. He didn’t care that it wasn’t something that a Gryffindor would do, Finnegan was acting smug and that was just too much to take. Then again, there were other ways, more interesting ways.
"I’m not alone… you’re here." Colin said, slyly.
Seamus raised an eyebrow, and casually laid his tie over his shoulder.
"I've got to go pack; the train will be leaving soon."
Colin strode over to where Seamus stood, the grimace had been replaced with a leering grin. Finnegan stank of sweat and sex. There were only a few centimetres between them, Seamus stood his ground as Colin pressed forward. Colin grabbed Seamus's hand. Seamus made to pull away but let Colin keep hold.
"What are you doing?" Seamus asked, his back against the wall.
Colin smiled, it was a lecherous thing, full of knowing and evil intentions. He lifted Seamus’s hand up to his face, looked at it, the imperfections, the chipped nails.
"Colin?" Seamus’s voice was barely a whisper.
"Mmmmh"
"What are you..."
Colin opened his mouth to answer, but thought better of it. Instead, he let his tongue flick out and graze Seamus's thumb. Seamus tried to yank his hand back then, as if it had been scalded by fire, but Colin held it firm. He kissed the fingernail, with the dirt and secrets hidden underneath, over the knuckle and licked his way up the index finger. Taste was a wonderful thing, like smell; the senses were things that could not be denied. Theodore was there, dry on Seamus's skin, salty but sweet. Colin opened his mouth and slowly sucked Seamus's thumb into his mouth. A practiced move, one that he had performed on many an occasion on a thing much larger than a thumb.
"C… Co… um, Colin. No… it’s wrong… I’ve got to go." Seamus stammered.
Colin had let go off Seamus’s hand almost thirty seconds earlier, but it stayed there, his rough fingers grazing Colin’s cheek. He watched the vein on the side of Seamus’s neck pulse and his tongue poke out between his lips, his eyes meeting Colin’s, holding his gaze. Colin's other hand slid over Seamus crotch, his trousers jutting out obscenely. Seamus tried to pull back but Colin felt him there, hard and throbbing. I wonder if Dean knows about him, Colin thought, kissing Seamus’s thumb one last time. Colin had noticed the way that Dean Thomas looked at Seamus, it was the same way that he looked at Theodore. he stepped back off the stone step, straightening his robes. Seamus stumbled backwards, turned and mumbling to himself, hurried up the stairs, only looking back once to see if Colin was still there.
"I’ll be here when you get back, Seamus."
Maybe, just maybe, next term wasn’t going to be so bad after all.
Author:
chaeldub
Rating: MA 15+ - contains sexual references
Prompt Set: (50.3)
Prompt: #07, Smile
Word Count: 932
Summary: Colin waits on Theodore, but decides in the end to confront someone else.
Warnings: as per the rating
Notes: contains hints of Colin/Theodore, Seamus/Theodore and Colin/Seamus... filling in the gaps from my fic Slow Burn
Colin sat on the end of his bed, he had been sitting there for nearly half an hour already.. He had arrived to find his roommates packed and ready to leave. Colin had let them go, then started shoving his belongings into his trunk, slowly. He hoped that the longer he took, the more likely that Theodore would show. That hadn’t been the case. He drummed his fingers on the burnished bedpost, trying to think of something else other than Theodore-Bloody-Nott. He hadn’t spoken to him in nearly three weeks, and besides seeing Theodore talking with Seamus down near the lake, he hadn’t even laid eyes on him in that time. He just couldn’t believe that he would let him leave without saying anything. Glancing at the window one last time, Theodore would send his owl up to tap on the glass if he wanted to meet, Colin resigned himself to the fact that he wasn’t coming.
"Fuck it." Colin said, standing up and grabbing his trunk.
He dragged the heavy box out the door and down the corridor, of course he could have levitated it, but that wouldn’t have been as dramatic as it clunked down the steps leading to the common room. Normally the common room was abuzz with students, but it was empty now, even the fire was dying in the hearth. Christmas holidays were normally a time for cheer, but Colin felt miserable. How could he go home and be happy knowing he was coming back here? Hogwarts would be an immensely depressing place if he had to spend it pining over a lost love.
The portrait of the Fat Lady swung open and for a moment Colin thought that Theodore had found a way in. But instead of the obsidian locks of his hearts desire,, he saw the sandy hair of Seamus Finnegan. Sweat broke out on his forehead, his blood boiled in his veins.
Smile, he thought, smile and act like nothing is wrong.
Seamus stopped in his tracks, shirt untucked and tie held limply in his hand. He looked like a cross between the cat that got the cream and a rabbit caught in the headlights. He smiled nervously at Colin.
"Hey, Colin. Running late as well?" Seamus asked, walking toward the spiral staircase that lead to the dorms.
Colin balled up his fists, trying to keep his cool.
Smile; show him that everything is okay.
It wasn’t a smile as such, more of a grimace, as his lips parted and he bared his teeth.
"I was waiting on Theodore," he replied, letting Seamus know that this wasn’t just an innocent meeting.
Seamus stopped, one foot on the bottom step. Colin hadn’t moved, he had just kept his eyes on the Irish boy as he had walked across the room.
"Nott?" Seamus enquired, his voice breaking slightly.
"Yes." Colin said, staring his Housemate down.
"You’re here alone though, right?" Seamus asked, calmly, looking back at Colin.
Colin wanted to yank out his wand and hex him, scar him and make him hurt, just like he did. He didn’t care that it wasn’t something that a Gryffindor would do, Finnegan was acting smug and that was just too much to take. Then again, there were other ways, more interesting ways.
"I’m not alone… you’re here." Colin said, slyly.
Seamus raised an eyebrow, and casually laid his tie over his shoulder.
"I've got to go pack; the train will be leaving soon."
Colin strode over to where Seamus stood, the grimace had been replaced with a leering grin. Finnegan stank of sweat and sex. There were only a few centimetres between them, Seamus stood his ground as Colin pressed forward. Colin grabbed Seamus's hand. Seamus made to pull away but let Colin keep hold.
"What are you doing?" Seamus asked, his back against the wall.
Colin smiled, it was a lecherous thing, full of knowing and evil intentions. He lifted Seamus’s hand up to his face, looked at it, the imperfections, the chipped nails.
"Colin?" Seamus’s voice was barely a whisper.
"Mmmmh"
"What are you..."
Colin opened his mouth to answer, but thought better of it. Instead, he let his tongue flick out and graze Seamus's thumb. Seamus tried to yank his hand back then, as if it had been scalded by fire, but Colin held it firm. He kissed the fingernail, with the dirt and secrets hidden underneath, over the knuckle and licked his way up the index finger. Taste was a wonderful thing, like smell; the senses were things that could not be denied. Theodore was there, dry on Seamus's skin, salty but sweet. Colin opened his mouth and slowly sucked Seamus's thumb into his mouth. A practiced move, one that he had performed on many an occasion on a thing much larger than a thumb.
"C… Co… um, Colin. No… it’s wrong… I’ve got to go." Seamus stammered.
Colin had let go off Seamus’s hand almost thirty seconds earlier, but it stayed there, his rough fingers grazing Colin’s cheek. He watched the vein on the side of Seamus’s neck pulse and his tongue poke out between his lips, his eyes meeting Colin’s, holding his gaze. Colin's other hand slid over Seamus crotch, his trousers jutting out obscenely. Seamus tried to pull back but Colin felt him there, hard and throbbing. I wonder if Dean knows about him, Colin thought, kissing Seamus’s thumb one last time. Colin had noticed the way that Dean Thomas looked at Seamus, it was the same way that he looked at Theodore. he stepped back off the stone step, straightening his robes. Seamus stumbled backwards, turned and mumbling to himself, hurried up the stairs, only looking back once to see if Colin was still there.
"I’ll be here when you get back, Seamus."
Maybe, just maybe, next term wasn’t going to be so bad after all.