Seamus is a Slutmuffin

Chapter 2: The Blushing Virgin
Neville/Seamus. A bit after the Draco episode.
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Seamus chewed his lip nervously, fisting his hands in the blankets that
adorned his bed as he reviewed what had happened on the bathroom. He could
still feel the touches, the cool, deft fingers of Malfoy pushing into his
hips. He could still hear the moans, breathy and needy, reverberating off
the tile walls of the cramped second floor bathroom. It had been nearly a
week. Malfoy had probably already forgotten, as he had so flatly stated, it
was just a fuck and nothing more. Seamus heaved a sigh and lay back on the
bed.

He was ashamed of himself. He had let a person he didn't like to begin
with-and a Slytherin no less!-talk him into doing something he'd never
considered-well, at least not seriously considered-doing before and he'd
actually expected something good to come out of it. And even if he sort of
knew the entire time that Malfoy was kissing him and thrusting up against
him that there would be no permanent relationship, he couldn't stop the mad
hope that had bloomed in him. He blushed. He couldn't help the fact that
he'd liked it, liked that it was cold Draco Malfoy doing it, liked that he'd
been used like a ten-cent boy-toy.

The dormitory door opening pulled Seamus from his thoughts with a puzzled
frown. Most people were down in the Great Hall enjoying dinner. His
inquisitive glance was met with the uncertain gaze of none other then sweet
Neville Longbottom. Seamus smiled. At least it wasn't Dean, who had been
pressing Seamus about his uncharacteristic silence all week.

"Dean's worried about you." It was Neville's form of a greeting. Seamus
rolled his eyes. Of course, Dean would send someone quiet and caring and
vulnerable like Neville to get the answers that he couldn't. The frown
Seamus shot Neville could have killed a small dog.

"Is he now?" Seamus couldn't help the sarcasm the crept into his voice. "And
if he was so worried, why didn't he come up here himself?" He smirked at
Neville superiorly and immediately felt bad about it. It wasn't fair, him
taking out his bad mood on anyone else. Neville however didn't seem to mind
too much. He merely crossed the room to sit on the edge of his own bed and
smiled uncertainly at Seamus.

"He didn't think you'd want to see him. You don't seem to want to see
anybody.not since last Monday anyway." Neville trailed off. "What happened
anyway?"

"Don't want to talk about it." It was Seamus' staple response. He'd used the
phrase more times then he could count over the past few days. He looked over
to Neville whose face was bright red. Seamus sighed. "I'm not mad at you,
Nev. I'm just frustrated that no one will let it drop." He crossed his arms
and pulled his legs under him. "Can't I just deal with my own life?"

Neville's bright gaze bore into Seamus. "But that's the point of friends."
He said quietly. "At least that's what Gran's always saying. Friends should
help one another, friends are there to listen, friends are there for you
when anything bothers you." Neville shrugged. "So, if you ever want to talk
about it, I'm here to listen." And he smiled at Seamus, awkward and eager
and comforting all rolled up in one package, and for a second Seamus
considered denying him.

But then he remembered the feel of Malfoy's lips, stone like, living ivory.
He remembered wrapping his leg around the boy's waist, needing more
friction, needing more contact. Seamus blushed. The entire sordid affair was
needy, pointless, a fuck, and it made Seamus feel dirty and wrong. Maybe
talking about it would alleviate some of those feelings of wrongness. He
just wouldn't go into too much detail.

"Have you ever been kissed, Neville?"

"Yeah, plenty of times. Gran's always kissing me on the head and-"

"Not like that. I mean really kissed, by someone your age, by someone who
car-" Seamus cut off abruptly. Malfoy didn't care about him. "By someone who
is interested in you." He edited. Neville shook his head.

"How many girls do you think would come after me?" His voice was quiet with
an air of injury. It made Seamus feel terrible.

"Hey, come now, what's that supposed to mean. Lot's of girls like you." His
eyes scanned Neville from across the room. While the under-confidant boy
couldn't exactly be called handsome, he had a certain appeal to him, an
almost intangible innocence that classified Neville as more of a cute then a
drop dead handsome fellow. Seamus blinked. On that note, Neville was more
then cute, he was adorable. And Seamus said so.

Neville's blush was as red as Ron's hair and Seamus suppressed a slight
chuckle. "Y-you're only saying that to be nice. Nobody really thinks that
I'm adorable and this isn't about me," the blush had spread to the tips of
Neville's ears and it was obvious he wanted off the topic, "we're supposed
to be talking about what's up with you."

The press of a living stone forehead leaning against his own, the sticky
mess of his belly, a combination of their mixed essences. Seamus gulped; he
couldn't tell innocent Neville about that.

"What girl kissed you?" And Seamus couldn't help but laugh at that. Girl? If
only it had been a girl, then he may not have been left gaping in the
bathroom, used and empty. A dark part of Seamus' mind coiled happily despite
these facts, at least he'd gotten some and, used or not, it had been fun.
When he looked back up at Neville the boy was chewing on his lips, looking
confused.

Those lips, a perfect little Cupid's bow despite Neville's too large teeth.
That dark part of Seamus' mind wondered idly what those lips would taste
like, if they'd be as firm and cool as Malfoy's, Seamus quickly swatted
those thoughts away. It wasn't right to think about sweet, innocent Neville
in such ways. The boy was straight enough to be a ruler and to think of
abusing him in such a way was dirty. And dirty could be fun echoed the
rebellious little section before Seamus could stop it.

"It wasn't a girl." He answered finally, his eyes shying away from Neville,
seeking the floor. Neville let out a small "oh" then ran a hand through his
hair. Swallowing heavily, Seamus looked up to meet Neville's gaze,
surprisingly, no condemnation burned in the boy's eyes.

"What boy kissed you then?" He had simply accepted. Seamus blushed. He
couldn't answer, would not answer. It was wrong and dirty and shameful and
Neville would think less of him for it. But a look at Neville's accepting,
understanding face, wide cheeked and waiting changed Seamus' mind.

"Draco Malfoy." It was whispered, ashamed and struck Neville sharply.

"Wow." He frowned a little, his big eyes crinkling on the edges in confusion
then slowly he whispered. "Why?" Seamus shrugged.

"I really don't know, Nev. Because I was there and because he could. He's
Draco fucking Malfoy, he can get away with whatever the hell he wants." And
the color was high in Seamus' cheeks. It must have been something in his
posture that tipped Neville off to the boy's next question.

"Did you like it?" And Seamus could feel the heat rising off his cheeks in
waves. He heard another "oh" from Neville and looked up, biting his lip.
"Well, that's okay, then." There was another pause, this one awkward as
Neville processed the information he'd been given. Finally he said. "That
was all? Why hide it? If you and Malfoy are dating, great, I hope it works
out." Seamus scoffed.

"That git and I aren't dating. I was his fuck toy, that's all." And the
words slipped out before Seamus could stop them and as soon as they hit the
air he regretted it. He glanced over to Neville, expecting shock but all he
got was a slightly upturned frown.

"So you two had s-sex?" Neville's voice caught on the word sex. Seamus
paused, the question was trickier then it should have been. He frowned.

"Not really.I mean we both came but he wasn't in me or anything." And
Neville was ten times redder then he'd been a few moments earlier and his
pretty lips were pressed together and his eyes were downcast. Seamus
couldn't help but think again of how pretty that a sight Neville would be
under him, all red like that-the blushing virgin-and how much he'd like to
kiss the boy silly and suck him off. Seamus was blushing too when he finally
got his thoughts back in control and looked back at Neville. Things really
weren't going to work out like this, Neville was too trusting to be used
like that.

"Do you.I mean." Neville's voice was shaky. "Could you show me?" Neville's
cheeks were nearly maroon now and his question caught Seamus completely
off-guard. He stared at Neville for a few moments, mouth open, gaping like a
fish out of water. This was certainly a new turn. Neville seemed to take
Seamus' silence as a decline and was immediately stuttering an apology and
an excuse and standing to leave when Seamus' voice stopped him.

"Come here, Nev." And slowly Neville did, crossing the room to Seamus' bed,
face bright with shame. Seamus took the boy's hand slowly, gazing up at the
still bright red face topped with a mass of dark brown hair and Seamus
realized that Neville really, really was handsome. You just had to be close
to see it. And he smiled reassuringly and tugged Neville down onto the bed
carefully and he kissed him. It was chaste, slow, unsure, the hesitant
touching of lips and to Seamus it was amazing. Neville sort of melted into
him, leaning forward, growing bold and placing a hand onto Seamus' thigh. It
was intoxicating, so much more then what he'd gotten from Malfoy. And then
Seamus' conscious kicked in.

Slowly he disengaged himself from Neville, watching the boy carefully as he
caught his breath. "Are you sure?" At Neville's nod, Seamus held up a hand
and continued. "I mean really sure, mate. I can't promise that we'll be a
couple, I can't do that, 'cause I love ya, Nev, but not like that." Neville
paused for a moment, his eyes studying the blanket, flitting back and forth
as he considered Seamus' proposition. When he looked back up, Neville was
smiling.

"I understand, Shea, and I still want it." And that was all he really needed
to say. Seamus was kissing him again, thrilling at the feel of warm, pliant
lips beneath his own, and a warm, perfectly sized hand twining in his own.
Neville's lips bumbled along, inexperienced but eager to learn and Seamus
was more then willing to teach. His hand moved to Neville's chest and he
pushed the boy flat to the bed, simultaneously swinging his legs over
Neville's hips so he was effectively straddling him. He used the guided the
hand entwined in his up and under his tee-shirt (he'd discarded his normal
school robes when he'd decided not to go to dinner) and placed it on one of
his nipples. Neville's confusion was painted in an arc across his face.

"Pinch it." Seamus said and when Neville did he hissed and jerked forward a
bit, Neville's worried face was an apology but Seamus waved it off. "Don't
worry 'bout that." He cooed, sitting up proper and tugging his shirt off.
When he'd been with Malfoy the boy had known exactly how to make him squirm,
little things like pinching his nipples too hard hadn't been a problem. But
Neville and Malfoy were worlds apart, sexually, and Seamus had to keep that
in mind. So instead of stripping himself further he lowered his hands to
Neville's robes and meandered his way inside. He traced the muscles he found
there with his index finger, trailing it up and down, reveling in every
little movement from the boy below him. His blunt nail scraped down
Neville's sternum once before plotting a course to his nipple which he took
carefully and rolled. This caused Neville's hips to jerk and his face to
turn a nice shade of pink when a throaty groan filled the room.

Seamus couldn't stop the smirk. He slipped his hands back out from Neville's
shirt and sat back, dragging the boy with him. He kissed him once before
climbing off Neville's lap, not missing the tiny whimper at loss of contact.

"What are you doing?" Seamus' eyebrows rose at the question. His hands were
on the edges of Neville's robes. He smiled.

"Well, we can't do very much with you still fully dressed, mate." He stated
simply, slipping the robe off Neville's shoulders and removing the boy's
shirt soon after. The boy's blush had returned, and Seamus' mind conjured
the image of blushing virgin again. He didn't bat the thought away this
time, instead he reached forward, and began to unbutton Neville's tented
khakis. Neville's hand stopped him.

"Can.Could you go first?" And Seamus glanced down at his still clad legs and
he nodded and smiled. He took a step back, never once breaking eye contact
with Neville, and slid his hands down his torso, letting his left hand clip
his nipple on its trek down, before he placed both hands on the waist band
of his jeans, tugging on them just enough to make them slip down a little,
revealing a bit more of the dark hair that started at his belly button and
led down to his cock. Neville seemed to be torn between watching Seamus'
eyes and the show he was putting on lower, it made Seamus smirk in
satisfaction. With one hand he lazily flicked open the button of his jeans,
while with the other he traced an untraceable pattern on his taut stomach.
When his hand moved to his fly, Seamus was glad to see that Neville's
attention was purely drawn to the show he was giving. He couldn't suppress
the moan that escaped his lips when the zipper was fully down, alleviating
the pressure on his rock-hard cock immensely, and from the bed he could hear
Neville echo the moan. He opened his eyes, which he couldn't seem to
remember closing and looked down at Neville with a seductive smile. "Wanna
help, mate?" He asked, his accent thick with lust. Neville nodded, stood,
walked over to Seamus uncertainly before reaching down and hooking his
thumbs into the back of Seamus' waist band. With a nod from the Irishman,
the pants and boxers were tugged down and Neville stepped back to survey the
now gloriously nude Seamus before him. "Your turn."

Neville's stripping wasn't half the show that Seamus had put on, it was more
a jumble of arms and lanky legs, as Neville tugged on the stubborn buttons
of his pants and finally slid them down his legs with a shy, half-grin to
Seamus. The boxers came off with a bit less difficulty but Neville didn't
seem to want to look at Seamus at all as he freed himself from that garment.
Seamus knew immediately why.

His hand found Neville's square chin and he took a comforting step closer.
"Look at me." It wasn't a request, it was a quiet command and Neville seemed
to understand this. He looked over to Seamus, color red from his neck to the
top of his forehead. "I already told you that you're hot, Nev, so stop being
coy. Okay? If I didn't want you," Seamus was careful to use the word want,
not love, cause love implied feelings and relationships and broken hearts
and that was not what he was in this for, "I wouldn't be here. I wouldn't be
doing this," and the hand not holding Neville's chin wandered to his cock
and he gave a light squeeze, Neville shivered, "and I would most surly not
do this." His hand left Neville's cock and, with a smirk, he placed it in
the center of Neville's chest and pushed. Neville's knees hit the edge of
the bed, causing the boy to land flat on his back, eyes wide and arms above
his head. Seamus' didn't give him time to stop and think about it though, he
was on his knees a second later, nestling in between Neville's thighs before
lowering his head and touching his tongue to Neville's cock. The sounds the
boy made at that stroked Seamus' ego to an extreme and encouraged him to
proceed with his plan. He trailed his tongue down Neville's cock slowly,
memorizing each sound as it echoed out of the boy's mouth. Then with another
smirk and a wink to Neville who had lifted his head enough to glance at the
scene occurring below, Seamus opened his mouth wide and swallowed him down.

Things seemed to go fast after that, a whirlwind of feelings and actions. He
was keeping steady rhythm, bobbing his head up and down, forcing his throat
to relax as more and more of Neville's rather impressive length found it's
way into his mouth, and he was sort of aware that Neville was making some of
the most delicious sounds that he had ever heard in his life and that the
boy's hands had found his hair and was twisting into it almost painfully but
that was alright because the pain just added another layer to the pleasure
and his hands were meandering down to work his own cock, sliding in time
with his head and he could feel the muscles in Neville's legs tensing and
releasing as he built higher and higher and for a brief, evil moment Seamus
considered stopping and leaving Neville to finish himself (and wouldn't that
have just been hot-the blushing virgin working himself to completion while
Seamus watched) but the thought was killed as Neville's thighs snapped like
a vice about his head and Neville's hips gave one final heave and with a
shuddering breath he came. Seamus wasn't quite prepared for the onslaught of
liquid and it sloshed down his throat and back out onto his lips messily but
he didn't really notice because his hand was still fisting his cock and,
with a groan and a sigh, he too climaxed and collapsed with his head resting
on Neville's thigh.

When Seamus opened his eyes he could tell that some time had passed. He sat
up slowly, stretching his arms out and yawning like a great satiated cat,
which was sort of what he was, he realized with a start. Before his
encounter with Malfoy, he never would have considered sucking off another
boy-Neville Longbottom of all people-but now it seemed like no big deal.
Apparently that bathroom incident had transformed him into quite the little
sex kitten. Seamus smiled, he could deal with that, his flirty personality
already led people to believe that he was a slut, now he was simply living
up to that expectation. With that thought in mind, Seamus glanced around. He
could see the other beds and when he listened closely he could hear the
light breathing of all his roommates, next to him on his bed, his clothes
were folded in a neat little pile. A small note was tucked into the pocket
of his jeans.

"Luminos." The whispered charm ignited the tip of Seamus' wand as he gazed
down at the small piece of paper. There was one word scrolled out in
Neville's slightly messy but compact writing: Thanks. Seamus smiled and
tucked the note back into his jeans. He would tell him you're welcome in the
morning, for now he just wanted to rest and think about what other
interesting things he and Neville could try while the others were out.
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~Slutmuffin

Next Chappie tomorrow. Maybe. Sister Wendy gonna smack me if I don't post...