060. Drink
Title: Never Again
Fandom: Harry Potter.
Characters: Ronald Weasley/Seamus Finnegan.
Prompt: 060. Drink
Rating: NC-17
Author's Notes: Inspired by a phrase I hear every Sunday at work. Room spinning is inspired by my best friend Robyn.
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Ron giggled. Sprawled out on the bed he decided he rather liked the “alcomahol” that muggles had. It was decidedly stronger then Wizard stuff, coz his head was spinning quickerer. Or whatever.
“I like this stuff,” Ron slurred, sloshing half of it down his front. “Wha’ tis it?”
“Ahhh, that be Guinness my lad,” Seamus replied with a drunken grin of his own. “Brew of me homeland.”
“I wanna come ‘ome with you then,” Ron said, and then giggled and rolled over onto his front when he realised what he had said. Seamus grinned. Ron liked Seamus. Seamus had taken him to a place called “the pub”. And Seamus had got Ron drinks. And Seamus had taken some of this alcomahol, especially this “Guinness”, back to Hogwarts with him. Ron liked Seamus lots.
Seamus suddenly sat up and then wobbled. “Roooooon,” he whined dismally, “the bed’s spinning. Whadda I do?”
“Spin with it,” Ron stated. Seamus span.
“Not helpin,” he replied, wobbling dangerously.
“Well c’mere then, this bed’s not spinning.”
Seamus half walked, half wobbled over to the bed and collapsed onto it in a fit of giggles. “Rmmf, yu huh wew rit um,” he mumbled into the bedclothes.
“Might wanna lift your ‘ead up and repl…. ple… ra… buggery, say that ‘gain, mate,” Ron said, slurring badly.
“Said ‘did ya kno’ ya have wery perdy eyes,” Seamus replied seriously, trying to annunciate every word as perfectly as possible, and getting them all wrong.
“Ta.”
There was silence for several seconds.
“Rargh!”
“Seamus! What the buggery fuck…?”
“Hello.”
“Hello. Looks like Guinness affects people in different ways.”
“Bugger orf. ‘s coz I’m Irish, therefore bigger than you, even when you’re hard.”
“You bugger orf,” Ron replied, reaching down and grabbing the offending organ. “No way is that bigger than mine, even when you’re hard. Like you are.“
“Ok, ok, I admit, you’re bigger.”
“What?” Ron squeaked. “How do you know?”
“I looked, when you were in the shower.”
“Pervert.”
“And proud.”
Ron grinned. “Wanker.”
“And proud.” Ron rolled his eyes. “In fact I could do with one now, unless you specifically wanted to do it for me.”
Ron realised his hand was still on Seamus’s crotch and lifted it, glaring angrily at the traitor as Seamus rolled over und unzipped his flies, pulling his jeans and boxers down. “And what if I did?” he asked defiantly.
“I’d say go for it,” Seamus replied, gesturing to his half-hard cock. Ron laughed as he wrapped his hand around it. Seamus’s boxers had dancing shamrocks on.
“Like them?” Seamus asked, breathing heavily.
“Like this better,” Ron grinned, moving has hand up and down Seamus’s shaft. It wasn’t all that different to wanking himself really, only backwards.
“Hmm,” Seamus sighed softly, stretching his arms out above his head. Ron’s brain decided to take this as an invitation, and he leaned over to kiss Seamus harshly, rubbing his clothed erection against the other boys.
“Oh,” Ron breathed, struggling to move his other hand down and undo his jeans, tugging them and his boxers down over his thighs so that he could rub against Seamus properly.
Seamus grinned and pointed to Ron’s boxers, which bore Chudley Cannons symbols in a loud, orange pattern. “Your devotion shows no boun’s,” he giggled.
“Shuddup and for fuck’sake move,” Ron groaned, rubbing harder against Seamus and holding him down as he moved in for another kiss.
For the next few minutes, the only sounds heard in the quiet room were the harsh pants and occasional groan of the two boys, as they rubbed and kissed and touched.
“Ron,” Seamus whispered, looking shocked as he stared up at the other boy, “I think I’m gunna…” Seamus whimpered as he came, and Ron looked down at the white strands of come coating his stomach and groaned, speeding up his thrusting.
“Fuck, ‘m gunna…too…” Ron grunted loudly as he came, biting hard enough into Seamus neck to mark, as his come mixed with that already on his stomach, before he collapsed down on top of the other boy, sighing contently.
“Can’t. Move. Too. Tired,” Seamus groaned to Ron. Not that it mattered, the redhead was already snoring peacefully.
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Seamus cracked his eyes open warily. It was bright. Far too bright. Someone had opened the curtains of his bed.
“Shut the fucking cur’ains,” he yelled, groaning when he realised what an immense effect this had on his pounding head.
“Nah mate, the scene’s too funny not to watch this next bit,” Dean’s voice came from somewhere to the left.
“Wanker,” Seamus muttered, rolling over and snuggling into the warm mass of flesh beside him. The warm mass of flesh snuggled back into him and sighed a contented “Morning.” Hold on. Warm mass of flesh. Distinctly male sounding warm mass of flesh. Distinctly Weasley, male sounding warm mass of flesh. Oh shit.
Seamus sat up and stared into a very blue looking pair of eyes. The very blue looking pair of eyes stared back and widened. Oh shit.
Both boys opened their mouths to speak at the exact same time, although they were barely heard over the noise of Dean pissing himself laughing on the next bed along.
“I’m never drinking again.”
Funnily, that’s what they had said the weekend before.
Fandom: Harry Potter.
Characters: Ronald Weasley/Seamus Finnegan.
Prompt: 060. Drink
Rating: NC-17
Author's Notes: Inspired by a phrase I hear every Sunday at work. Room spinning is inspired by my best friend Robyn.
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Ron giggled. Sprawled out on the bed he decided he rather liked the “alcomahol” that muggles had. It was decidedly stronger then Wizard stuff, coz his head was spinning quickerer. Or whatever.
“I like this stuff,” Ron slurred, sloshing half of it down his front. “Wha’ tis it?”
“Ahhh, that be Guinness my lad,” Seamus replied with a drunken grin of his own. “Brew of me homeland.”
“I wanna come ‘ome with you then,” Ron said, and then giggled and rolled over onto his front when he realised what he had said. Seamus grinned. Ron liked Seamus. Seamus had taken him to a place called “the pub”. And Seamus had got Ron drinks. And Seamus had taken some of this alcomahol, especially this “Guinness”, back to Hogwarts with him. Ron liked Seamus lots.
Seamus suddenly sat up and then wobbled. “Roooooon,” he whined dismally, “the bed’s spinning. Whadda I do?”
“Spin with it,” Ron stated. Seamus span.
“Not helpin,” he replied, wobbling dangerously.
“Well c’mere then, this bed’s not spinning.”
Seamus half walked, half wobbled over to the bed and collapsed onto it in a fit of giggles. “Rmmf, yu huh wew rit um,” he mumbled into the bedclothes.
“Might wanna lift your ‘ead up and repl…. ple… ra… buggery, say that ‘gain, mate,” Ron said, slurring badly.
“Said ‘did ya kno’ ya have wery perdy eyes,” Seamus replied seriously, trying to annunciate every word as perfectly as possible, and getting them all wrong.
“Ta.”
There was silence for several seconds.
“Rargh!”
“Seamus! What the buggery fuck…?”
“Hello.”
“Hello. Looks like Guinness affects people in different ways.”
“Bugger orf. ‘s coz I’m Irish, therefore bigger than you, even when you’re hard.”
“You bugger orf,” Ron replied, reaching down and grabbing the offending organ. “No way is that bigger than mine, even when you’re hard. Like you are.“
“Ok, ok, I admit, you’re bigger.”
“What?” Ron squeaked. “How do you know?”
“I looked, when you were in the shower.”
“Pervert.”
“And proud.”
Ron grinned. “Wanker.”
“And proud.” Ron rolled his eyes. “In fact I could do with one now, unless you specifically wanted to do it for me.”
Ron realised his hand was still on Seamus’s crotch and lifted it, glaring angrily at the traitor as Seamus rolled over und unzipped his flies, pulling his jeans and boxers down. “And what if I did?” he asked defiantly.
“I’d say go for it,” Seamus replied, gesturing to his half-hard cock. Ron laughed as he wrapped his hand around it. Seamus’s boxers had dancing shamrocks on.
“Like them?” Seamus asked, breathing heavily.
“Like this better,” Ron grinned, moving has hand up and down Seamus’s shaft. It wasn’t all that different to wanking himself really, only backwards.
“Hmm,” Seamus sighed softly, stretching his arms out above his head. Ron’s brain decided to take this as an invitation, and he leaned over to kiss Seamus harshly, rubbing his clothed erection against the other boys.
“Oh,” Ron breathed, struggling to move his other hand down and undo his jeans, tugging them and his boxers down over his thighs so that he could rub against Seamus properly.
Seamus grinned and pointed to Ron’s boxers, which bore Chudley Cannons symbols in a loud, orange pattern. “Your devotion shows no boun’s,” he giggled.
“Shuddup and for fuck’sake move,” Ron groaned, rubbing harder against Seamus and holding him down as he moved in for another kiss.
For the next few minutes, the only sounds heard in the quiet room were the harsh pants and occasional groan of the two boys, as they rubbed and kissed and touched.
“Ron,” Seamus whispered, looking shocked as he stared up at the other boy, “I think I’m gunna…” Seamus whimpered as he came, and Ron looked down at the white strands of come coating his stomach and groaned, speeding up his thrusting.
“Fuck, ‘m gunna…too…” Ron grunted loudly as he came, biting hard enough into Seamus neck to mark, as his come mixed with that already on his stomach, before he collapsed down on top of the other boy, sighing contently.
“Can’t. Move. Too. Tired,” Seamus groaned to Ron. Not that it mattered, the redhead was already snoring peacefully.
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Seamus cracked his eyes open warily. It was bright. Far too bright. Someone had opened the curtains of his bed.
“Shut the fucking cur’ains,” he yelled, groaning when he realised what an immense effect this had on his pounding head.
“Nah mate, the scene’s too funny not to watch this next bit,” Dean’s voice came from somewhere to the left.
“Wanker,” Seamus muttered, rolling over and snuggling into the warm mass of flesh beside him. The warm mass of flesh snuggled back into him and sighed a contented “Morning.” Hold on. Warm mass of flesh. Distinctly male sounding warm mass of flesh. Distinctly Weasley, male sounding warm mass of flesh. Oh shit.
Seamus sat up and stared into a very blue looking pair of eyes. The very blue looking pair of eyes stared back and widened. Oh shit.
Both boys opened their mouths to speak at the exact same time, although they were barely heard over the noise of Dean pissing himself laughing on the next bed along.
“I’m never drinking again.”
Funnily, that’s what they had said the weekend before.