Served Cold

Chapter Two-A Happy Reunion

It had been a fascinating trip. Seamus and Neville had both ridden in the Knight Bus when they were younger, but Dean had never had the pleasure. Remus had glowered at them as they’d made loud whooping noises each time the bus stopped or started, since it sent them careening back and forth. With the promise of some kind of home, they were all considerably happier.

“We’re home,” Remus called as he stepped into the headquarters for the Order. Darkness clung to the walls and corners like spiderwebs, but soon light came from everywhere. Witches and wizards appeared with small flames held in palms or on the tips of their wands.

“Hullo Ron, fancy seeing you here!” Seamus said nonchalantly, grinning at the tall red head.

“Hey Harry. Hermione,” Dean said, grinning at them as they emerged from behind Ron. The adults were talking in more subdued, serious tones, but the six friends were too busy joking around to notice.

“Gin has some hot chocolate made up in the kitchen,” Ron stated suddenly, interrupting Harry and Neville’s talk on how large Snape’s nose really was. Although the conversation went right back to their professor’s nose, the group shuffled after Ron.

“While you are staying here, I would recommend gossiping about teachers not present,” an oily voice said from behind them. Neville yelped and nearly fell over Dean again, if it had not been for Hermione’s steadying hand.

“Snape!” Seamus said a bit loudly, looking towards the crowd of adults near the door.

“May I remind you Finnigan, that I am still your professor? Unless you’ve decided not to return to Hogwarts?” Questioned Snape, who was quickly closing the gap between them. Seamus thought to shake his head, and Snape’s lip curled unpleasantly.

“Pity. Well, enjoy your hot chocolate.”

He stepped around them and swept into the kitchen, his black robes eerily fitting with the dark décor. The three newest arrivals seemed in shock, and Neville was nearly crying.

“No one said he’d be here!” The chubby teen whimpered, looking to Harry and the rest.

“He’s usually not, thank Merlin,” Ron told him. They entered the kitchen and were quite pleased to find only a very drowsy Ginny present.

“What did you do to put him in such a fowl temper?” She asked, idly stirring her cup of steaming cocoa.

“Told him that he wears very feminine clothing,” Ron said, grabbing a mug from the table and pouring hot chocolate into it.

“I bet. You really should be nicer to him; he can’t help it that he’s jerk.”

The conversation was very familiar, and soon Seamus, Dean, and Neville felt right at home. The adults drifted in and out, talking with the new arrivals about various things until Remus entered and made it clear that they should all get some sleep.

“Mrs. Weasley is cooking you boys a welcoming feast tomorrow, and I promise you that you’ll need all your strength for that.”

Harry led them to their new bedroom, as Ron had come up with a flimsy excuse to talk with Hermione in private. No one had said anything, but Seamus’ wicked smirk had made it clear what they were all thinking.

“Not bad,” Seamus said as they filed into the rather large bedroom. It was reminiscent of their dorm at Hogwarts, except it was square, smelled faintly of bird droppings, and had only three beds. The walls were a royal purple and the only window was too tiny and grimy to really be considered a window.

“Uhm, shower’s down the hall,” Harry said as they each claimed their bed. Neville’s owl hooted as it perched on the headboard of the one he had chosen.

“Trying to give us a hint, eh, Harry?” Dean asked with a laugh.

“Something like that,” he said, smiling faintly, “It only has four stalls mind, so you usually have to wait a bit if you want to get cleaned up.” Seamus, done first, sidled past him and made towards the showers. Dean and Neville follow, talking with Harry as they went.

“The towels are all pink,” Seamus told them as they entered, already having claimed a stall. He twisted the knob and a stream of warm water burst from the shower head. He tilted his face up and let his jaw go slack, letting little rivers of warm droplets flow into his mouth.

“But the water’s nice!” He near yelled, running fingers through his hair to get out any knots. Seamus typically liked to drown himself in the showers, and could stand under the fall of the warm water for half an hour. Fifteen minutes later, the Irish boy was still just enjoying himself, not having started on any of the washing yet. He heard two of the other showers go off, and he thought he saw Neville and Harry’s feet leaving.

Idly, he reached for the muggle shampoo beside him. While they had been at Dean’s he was introduced to it, and now found he preferred it over the wizarding method. It was very calming, massaging the soapy foam into your skull. He was in the midst of doing just that when he heard the door of his stall opening. Seamus yelped and tried to cover himself, getting shampoo into his eyes in the process.

“Nice to see you, too, Seamus,” Dean said. Seamus swore and popped his head under the water, trying to rinse out the shampoo. He seemed rather nonchalant about closest friend being in the shower with him, both without a thread of clothing on. Dean seemed content to watch the smaller boy clean his hair, which took on a darker look when it was wet. When Seamus was content with cleaning, he looked to Dean with wide hazel eyes.

“What’re you-”

Dean cut off his question with a quick kiss on the lips that lasted all of two seconds. Seamus’ brow creased, and he gazed at Dean with something like cautious curiosity.

“I know we’ve kissed a few times, but you heard Lupin. We’re putting ourselves in danger by staying here. It’s just…if someone blows us up tomorrow, I don’t want to have never done this with you.” Dean explained, stepping forward and cupping Seamus’ wet face with one hand.

“Going mushy on me, Thomas?” He teased. He thought back to their very first kiss, which had rattled Dean very badly for a few days. While Seamus would have loved to do more with Dean, he never imagined it would be like this.

“Why? Want me to?”

And with that, he raised the smaller boy’s face and kissed him. The distance between them soon became nothing, and they were pressing their wet bodies against one another. With this being their first experience like this, and it being steamy and wet, it wasn’t very difficult for either to be aroused. Seamus opened his mouth to let out a moan when Dean’s tongue filled the void.

Dean focused on conquering his best friend’s mouth, and when Seamus tried taking control, he pushed him against the shower stall, grating his hips against him. He swallowed every one of the Irish boy’s delicious moans, and allowed his sense of touch to focus also on the friction of their bodies. With a final lick of his tongue, tracing the soft curves of Seamus’ lips, he drew away.

“Hey-y-y,” whined Seamus, bucking his own tanned body against the other boy’s dark brown one. His arms were latched around Dean’s neck, but he nearly lost his grip when Dean’s hand snaked down to stroke his throbbing erection. Seamus pressed his face into his lover’s chest, licking and biting and sucking at the skin between shoulder and neck. When Dean held both of their erections together with his massive hand, Seamus stopped what he was doing and let out a very enticing moan, tipping his head back. Splashes of water from the shower touched him all over and he wriggled, causing only more pleasurable friction.

Dean, with his fingers stretched to wrap around both of their erections, began a slow pumping motion. The boy pressed against him let out soft keening noises, and gradually returning to sucking at Dean’s skin. When he nipped at an apparent soft spot, his fingers tightened reflexively, and it was what they both needed to finally reach their peak. Seamus came crying into Dean’s shoulder, and he in turn wrapped his free hand around the other’s back, letting out a softer sort of cry.

They stayed poised that way for a few minutes, the water splashing off of them and reviving them nearly instantly.

“Merlin, that was amazing,” Seamus mused, reaching to twist the knob so the water would stop, but a dark hand grabbed his wrist.

“We’re not done just yet, Finnigan,” Dean growled, nuzzling at the boy’s neck. His expression then softened and he looked into Seamus’ widened hazel eyes.

“You do want to go all the way, right?” He asked gently.

“Yes, do whatever the fuck you want,” Seamus said with a sharp nod. With that, Dean let a grin spread over his face and he grabbed for both of Seamus’ wrists, pinning them above his head. When he tilted his head back to look at this in disbelief, Dean brought his lips to his. Wasting no time, he thrust his tongue inside the other’s mouth for a bit of exploration, tasting mostly mint and root beer.

A whimper rose in Seamus’ throat as both of them were fully erect again and pressing hard against each other. Dean stepped back, right into the center of the shower, letting the water mingle with his beads of sweat. When Seamused ted to follow him, Dean grabbed him and twisted him around, pushing him back towards the wall of the shower. The smaller boy did not seem to mind at all, and a shudder went through his body as he thought of what was to come.

Dean stepped closer to him, the wet skin of his belly grazing against his back. He tried leaning back into him, but a firm hand on his shoulder prevented him.

“Spread your legs,” a husky voiced Dean whispered into his ear, tongue darting out tste ste the shell of his ear. Seamus shivered and spread his legs as far as possible without slipping and falling. Dean traced a line from his neck, down his back, and ending at the curve of his temptingly perfect ass. He let out an annoyed little growl when he realized that this position wouldn’t be very comfortable for either of them, and instead wrapped his arms around the lithe boys waste and pulled him down to the shower floor.

“Eugh, I bet there’s germs down here,” Seamus muttered, only to be shushed a moment later by a passionate kiss. He was able to figure out why they were down there quicoughough, and soon both were slipping around to try and get into comfortable positions. Seamus giggled when he slipped and fell forward on his belly, but Dean seemed to be faring better, even if the mood was slipping.

“Keep it up, Finnigan, and I’ll shove my cock so far up your ass you’ll be able to taste it,” growled the black boy. Seamus tilted back his head, eyebrows raised, and was rewarded with a brutal kiss. He didn’t seem to mind, although Dean broke it off quickly, searching for any sudden changes in his friend’s eyes.

Again, his finger traced a line down the tanned skin of Seamus’ back. It seemed too soft and perfect for a boy, but the Irish lad was a bit vain. He used at least twice as many hair and skin products than Hermione Granger did. That sudden thought lessened his mood considerably, until his finger reached the curve of his ass again. His own body was trembling from the mental force it took not to just ram his cock inside of his lover and fuck him senseless.

Dean ran his hands over the flesh of his ass, cupping it and squeezing it, gradually making his way towards the center. He spread his friend’s legs further, and when he had a very good view of his puckered entrance, he slowly slid one finger inside. Seamus stiffened and clenched the ring of muscles, and it slowly dawned on Dean that his friend was indeed still a virgin.

“Are you still okay?” He asked, gentler than he had been only moments earlier. He saw Seamus nod and impaled the boy on his finger. There was much less resistance this time, and as he wriggled it around, trying to widen the entrance, he was faintly aware that Seamus was cursing like a maniac.

“Oh fuck, bugger, bloody hell, that feels fucking … oh Merlin, shite, oh…” His accent thickened, and it only drove Dean crazier. He thought he even heard a bit of Gaelic, though he claimed not to know any.

Eagerly, he added another finger to the mix, and Seamus writhed beneath him, his luscious body covered in a layer of sweat and shower water. His body gave a funny jolt when he realized that he had not used any kind of lubricant for Seamus, but he supposed with all the water and soap it wasn’t quite necessary.

“Fuck, Dean, just do it already,” Seamus whined. Dean wasn’t sure if he was properly prepared yet, but if he was asking, he couldn’t resist much longer. Slowly, he pulled his fingers out from Seamus, who was now whimpering and trying to clutch at the tile floor. Dean shifted around a little, and soon his fully erect cock, glistening with wetness, was poised at the entrance. He nudged forward and Seamus let out a string of loud curses, hands clenching into fists.

They stayed like that for a while, Dean breathing heavily in and out, Seamus making the most delightful noises with his pretty little mouth. Dean reached down and snaked his hand towards his friend’s erection, rubbing small little circles at the head with his fingers. He felt Seamus become suddenly relaxed and was caught up in the feeling, driving forward in one quick thrust, filling the Irish boy with all seven inches of his cock.

“Oh my bloody fucking Merlin, fuck…”

“Oh fuck, Seamus, did I hurt you?” Dean asked, already pulling back slightly.

“No, that was bloody unbelievable. Do it again.”

Dean didn’t need to be told twice. He slid nearly all the way out, and then shoved himself back in. It felt like he had grazed over something. Sitting up a bit higher, he did it again, and Seamus was his loudest yet.

“Dean. Dean, oh fuck, Dean,” he cried, losing any ability to keep himself raised with his arms. The spray of the shower flecked against his face in rhythm with Dean’s frantic pace.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Seamus cried as Dean continued. Those long fingers went wandering down to his cock again, and he came screaming Dean’s name as soon as he had wrapped his fist around it. This seemed to only drive Dean to become even more frantic and brutal, keeping a firm grip on Seamus’ hips as he achieved his own mind blowing orgasm. Dean withdrew out of Seamus and rolled onto his back, panting heavily.

“Are all soccer players like this in bed?” Seamus asked, scooting over so that the spray of the shower cleaned off any hint of what they’d been up to.

“No. Well, they might be, but not quite as good,” Dean assured him, drawing in another deep breath. He tilted his head to look at his small little friend and was a bit surprised that he didn’t look too differently from how he normally did. Dean could practically feel a ste gle glowing aura pulsating off of his own body, but Seamus…

“Did you know you always look like you’ve just had an orgasm?” Dean asked.

“What?”

“You do. When you’re just being you and doing normal things, you have this life around you.”

Seamus snorted and sat up, looking at Dean. He seemed to be thinking of some clever quip to throw at him, but gave up and smiled.

“You’re crazy, Dean Thomas,” he said. After a while, Dean twisted thob oob off and they were left in a very heavy cloud of warm moisture.

“Does this change anything?” Seamus asked, eyes wide. Dean rolled over and sat up towards him, looking at his face. He seemed so utterly innocent and young then, barely seventeen. It made his stomach flip to think that they had just had heated sex so young, but really, their generation had been forced to grow up a long time ago.

“No,” Dean relented, dropping his gaze and standing.

“Good.”

“Good?”

“Yeah. I like being your best friend too much.”

“You wouldn’t risk it for amazing sex like this?”

“Nah, you’re better at kissing anyway.” Seamus giggled and left the stall, grabbing one of the cotton candy pink towels and wrapping it around himself. His body protested slightly, and Seamus knew he would be quite sore tomorrow. As he padded back to their new bedroom, he hoped that Lupin had not been right; after all, how much energy would he have tomorrow after tonight?

Dean was a bit slower, making sure everything was cleaned up and tidy before drying himself in the fluff of the pink towel. He grabbed his wand and muttered a spell reversal before following after Seamus.

‘Thank Merlin for silencing spells,’ he thought.

(( A.N. Enjoy? Think I have no understanding of the male body? Wanting me to write in your favorite pairing? Hit me up with a review and I’ll do my best to answer if it’s a question. If not, I’ll just let the compliments go to my head. Cheers! ))