Hot Blooded Harry

Title: Hot Blooded Harry part 4

Pairing: Harry/Oliver, Harry/Draco, Harry/Seamus, Harry/Justin, Harry/? (Others)

Rated: NC-17

Warnings: Slash- male on male sex. Yup. That’s it. PWP. (Might have het in future, not sure yet) Is the random sex scenes getting too squicky? I hope not. :D

Date editted: June 10, 2005 (I am editting this fic on here today because of grammar and mixed up word problems)

Disclaimer: I don’t own any of these characters; J.K. Rowling is the one who does! She owns them all! I am making NO money off of this; this is merely for my perverted (and others) minds.

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Common Room Shag

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Harry was very confused about why Draco Malfoy wanted to have sex with him, but Harry shrugged it off, counting it on sanity that probably came with inbreeding. Yet, as he stood there, watching Malfoy wander off the pitch, Harry couldn’t help but stare at the Slytherin. He was quite the looker, Harry admitted, even though he was a complete prick. But, no matter. Prick or not, he would be fun to screw. Harry had thought about turning the tables this time, and fuck Malfoy until he screamed uncle. He might… there were possibilities.

What kind of blackmail Malfoy had, Harry really didn’t know, but he couldn’t put it past the sneaky Slytherin to find a way in making Justin and Oliver believe what he said. Malfoy could even get his father involved, and that wouldn’t be good. It was either sex or he told. Harry would pick sex any day. It was one of his new favorite hobbies.

Harry was still a bit skeptical about the whole ordeal with Malfoy. It could be a trick. Well, he was bringing his wand anyway, so if Malfoy did decide to do something, he would be ready.

He entered the Gryffindor common room; broom slung over his shoulder, and a very noticeable ‘got some nookie’ smile on his face. It was hours before anyone went to bed, since it was Saturday, so Harry decided to do some reading by the fireplace while he waited. He switched his Quidditch gear for casual clothing (hip hugging blue jeans and a light blue t-shirt), put his broom away, and then picked up a book: Strange Creatures and Other Beings to read.

When Harry got back down to the common room, Ron and Hermione just walked in, and Seamus, Dean, and Neville were already sitting on the sofas by the fire. He was happy to see that no other girls were there. He was most comfortable around Hermione. For some reason, the other girls made him a bit nervous. Maybe it was because since he said he was bisexual, and they were still struggling with the idea.

“Hi guys,” Harry said, plopping down in front of the fireplace.

“Hey, Harry,” Seamus said smiling. Ron and Hermione greeted him too as they sat down on a loveseat. Hermione took out a roll of parchment and opened one of her textbooks. Ron rolled his eyes at her, and then started yapping away about how bored he was and that he wished that there was something he could do instead of sitting around all day. Harry shook his head in dismay, told him to find a book to read or something then, and received a shocked look from his friend.

“Read? What do you think I am, Harry? A bookworm? Right!”

Hermione grunted at that, but continued to do her work.

“So, Harry…” Seamus started, walking up to the dark haired teen, “I heard that you got yourself a boyfriend. Is this true?”

Without thinking, Harry just shrugged his shoulders. He continued to read his book, fixated on the mating patterns of the Veela.

“You have a boyfriend??” Ron gasped. “When? Where? Why haven’t you told me about it, Harry?”

“We’re not really going steady,” Harry said nonchalantly. “Just dating.”

Seamus made a weird noise in his throat, “Right, Harry. Just dating.”

Harry sprawled himself on his stomach, leaning on his elbows, with the book in front of him. He was trying his best to ignore any other comments about his personal love life. He knew that if he said for sure that him and Justin were seeing each other, and then find out about Wood, or even Malfoy, his reputation would be really hurt.

Minutes pass by, and then suddenly Harry felt a weight settle itself gently on top of him. Someone was straddling his back.

Harry swallowed hard and then looked up over his shoulder. His eyes met the grinning, amused face of Seamus Finnigan. Harry raised a brow at him, not really sure what he should say or even do. He was still slightly out of it from the heavy shagging he did with Oliver.

Because Harry didn’t say anything, Seamus started to rub his hands over Harry’s back, softly pushing his thumbs up and down his spine. Harry smiled at that, loving how it felt, but then frowned when he realized that he must have been giving the Irishman the wrong signals. “Seamus? What are you doing?” Harry said softly.

“What does it look like?” Seamus said with a smirk. “I’m giving you a backrub.”

“Yeah, but…” he lifted his head and saw that Ron was giving them a funny look. Hermione didn’t notice yet. But he also realized that Dean had gone. Neville finally did notice, and his jaw dropped slowly in astonishment.

Seamus leaned forward a bit, smiling slyly, “What’s wrong, Harry? Don’t like it?”

“It feels good, Seamus.” Harry blushed. “I just… I don’t want anyone to think wrong…” he sighed heavily, giving in. Seamus was just too good. Harry moaned a bit, and then laid his head down onto his arms.

Seamus leaned closer to Harry’s ear, and whispered, “You smell like sex, Harry. Did you know?”

Harry gasped, feeling the heat creep up in his cheeks. He turned his head slowly to look at Seamus, “How do you know what sex smells like?” he whispered back.

“Oh, I know. It’s unmistakable, that’s for sure. So who was it, Harry?” Seamus murmured in his ear, his hands still continuing to rub at Harry’s shoulders, “Who’d you fuck? Or did they fuck you? Did you like it?”

Harry shuddered, “Stop it, Seamus. Ron’s watching.”

Seamus didn’t seem to care, because the next thing he did was kiss Harry’s ear. A shiver ran through Harry’s entire being, and Seamus felt it. Harry buried his head into his arms again, feeling disgusted with himself. He heard Seamus chuckling softly.

“You better be nice to him,” he heard Ron say. “Or you wouldn’t want to know what I’d do to you.”

Seamus kept massaging Harry’s back. “Like I’m scared of you. Even Hermione can whoop your ass.”

Harry heard Ron stand up, making Hermione gasp at the sudden movement, “Shut your pie hole, Finnigan! You KNOW that I can take you any day!”

“That sounds like a come on, Weasley.” Seamus said, wiggling his eyebrows. “Are you hitting on me?”

“ARRGGH!! No!”

“Ron, shush!” Hermione said. “Just sit down and be quiet. Harry can take care of himself.”

Ron’s face was glowing crimson as he sat back down with a huff. Seamus had a conceited smirk on his face. He started to rub Harry’s back a bit harder, producing more low moans from the boy beneath him. Seamus moved his hands lower and lower each time, and then when Seamus placed his hands off to the side of Harry’s body, Harry jerked.

“What’s the matter, Harry?” Seamus purred. He moved his hands up and down Harry’s torso again. Harry brought his arms down quickly and snorted into the pages of his book.

“Oh? You’re ticklish?” Seamus grinned. “The Harry Potter is ticklish?”

“Seamus!” Harry guffawed loudly; trying not to drool into the book. “Stop!” But Seamus didn’t stop. He just continued to wiggle his fingers along Harry’s body and under his ribs, getting Harry to laugh even harder. “Stoooop! Seamus!!” He kicked his legs and squirmed beseechingly.

Hermione shook her head, grinning all the while, “Boys,” she sighed. “Come on, Ron, let’s go to the library.”

“The library?” Ron frowned, “Why do I need to go to the library? What is the point of…” Hermione jabbed Ron hard in the ribs and pointed down at the two on the floor. Harry was still shrieking with laughter.

“Let’s give them some privacy.”

“But Harry’s going with… but Harry’s seeing…”

“Shush, Ron! Let them have some fun. Come on.” She grabbed Ron’s arm and hauled him up.

“Okay, Okay! No need to get pushy.” Ron groaned, and then followed Hermione out the portrait hole.

During the squirming, Harry had somehow flipped himself around so that he was now lying on his back. Seamus stopped tickling him for about a few seconds, letting him catch his breath, and then he started up again, attacking his stomach and armpit areas.

“Seamus! You’re so evil!” Harry cried. The masculine laughter filled Seamus’ ears, making him smile gleefully. He adored Harry’s laugh. He also enjoyed the way Harry’s face was turning red from all the tickling.

Seamus stopped again, and then looked around, finally realizing that they were now alone. He looked down at Harry and smiled candidly. “They’re gone. We’re all alone now.” He laid his hands over Harry’s chest, rubbing up and down slowly.

“What are you suggesting?” Harry felt his neck and ears go warm. He felt stupid for asking, even though he knew what Seamus was suggesting.

“Oh, I think you know.” Seamus said, running his hands down to the edge of Harry’s blue jeans. He was ogling the soft lump between Harry’s legs. It seemed that even if Harry wasn’t hard, he had a rather impressive bulge. “Unless you’re too tired from your last shag?”

Harry glowered, “Whoever said I was shagging?”

Seamus gave him that know-all grin, and then slowly unbuttoned Harry’s jeans. “Well, when I said that you smelt like sex, you never disagreed, now did you?” He was watching Harry’s eyes closely, watching them turn hungry every second. Seamus slipped Harry’s jeans down a bit, so that they were just barely hugging the top part of his thighs. Harry never protested, just watched Seamus with glazed eyes. To both of their amazement, Harry’s cock began to stir alive.

Up on his elbows, Harry continued to stare as Seamus carefully slipped a hand into Harry’s boxers and wrapped it around his stiffening cock. Harry closed his eyes in slight embarrassment, but despite that, he moaned softly from the slow ministrations that Seamus was doing to him. Harry thought for sure that his body was done with getting excited, but it seemed that even his body wanted to rebel against him.

Seamus leaned forward, without even asking, and placed a gentle kiss on Harry’s lips. Harry’s eyes snapped open in shock and almost fell onto his back. Seamus put more weight over his body, making Harry shake from holding himself up. He gave in, and let his body sink back to the floor, resting his head onto the open book behind him.

“Chapter seventeen,” Seamus read behind Harry’s head, “The Matings Ways of the Veela. Interesting part there, Harry. And so appropriate too, since you’re looking just as good as a Veela to me right now.”

Harry blushed, “I’m not that attractive.”

“Then why does half the boys in the school want to shag you?”

“Good question.” Harry snickered.

“It’s because of your animal magnetism, Harry. No one advanced on you before because they weren’t sure if you liked boys. But since you went ahead and came out, all those who are bi or gay are so very relieved to know that they have a chance at you.” Seamus then blushed, and said, “Um, I know that you’re probably *seeing* Justin Finch-Fletchley, but since you said that you’re not going steady or anything serious, um, I’m hoping that it’s ok to… you know…” He squeezed Harry’s erection uncertainly.

Harry bit his bottom lip thoughtfully. He felt Seamus let up on his slowly growing erection, waiting patiently for his answer. Harry breathed in heavily, held it for a few seconds, feeling his heart beating wildly in his chest, and then exhaled slowly. His cock twitched unexpectedly in Seamus’ hand, making the Irishman lift his eyes from his arousal to his half lidded eyes. He felt his cheeks flush in both embarrassment and excitement, and he gave Seamus a lopsided smile.

“What do you want to do to me?” Harry finally asked.

“Whatever you want,” Seamus said too quickly. “Whatever you feel more comfortable with,” he said more slowly.

“I’m fine with anything,” Harry said, blushing. “As long as no one will come in and interrupt us.”

“Something quick, then?” Seamus grinned. When Harry nodded, he laid down on his elbows, going eyelevel with Harry’s cock. “I so hope that this hadn’t gone up someone’s ass.”

“No, I was the one that got fucked.”

“Good. Don’t need a cleaning spell then.” Before Harry could retort, Seamus had wrapped his lips around the head of his erection. Harry shut his eyes and sighed in bliss, enjoying the feeling of warmth and gentle suction. Seamus seemed to be too gentle, to Harry’s liking, so he placed his hands behind Seamus’ head and urged him to take more. He felt, more than heard, Seamus chuckle and then slowly begin to swallow Harry whole.

Seamus knew a thing or two about blowjobs, and it didn’t take long for Harry to get fully erect. Seamus didn’t gag much, he just took it all down his throat, sucking and swallowing with as much pressure as he could. Harry gasped, feeling on edge already, but before he could reach climax, Seamus pulled him out of his mouth.

“Need… air…” Seamus panted. Harry looked down his body and saw Seamus smiling inanely up at him.

“You ok?” Harry asked.

“Fine. Never thought in a million years that I’d be doing this. I feel almost honored that you’re letting me.”

“Well, if you don’t hurry up and make me come, you’ll never get another chance.” Harry teased.

“So domineering, Potter.” Seamus snickered. He slowly started to stroke Harry again, “I was just hoping that I could… you know…”

“Shag me? Go ahead. I should still be loose enough for a quickie.”

Seamus’ eyes widened in almost disbelief, but then he smirked, “If you’re not careful, Harry, you’ll turn into a slut.”

Harry got up onto his elbows again and then gave Seamus a smug look, “Well, if you really don’t want to fuck me…” he spread his legs wider, “still open and ready, then that’s your decision.”

Almost immediately, Seamus crawled up Harry’s body with an animalistic look in his eyes, “You’re a big fucking tease, Potter.” Harry brought his legs around Seamus to punctuate that remark, and then he wrapped his arms around Seamus’ neck and pulled him down for a long, wet kiss.

“I’ve been called worse.” Harry said once he let go of Seamus’ lips.

Seamus grinned, opened his mouth to say something, but was interrupted by Harry’s eager mouth clamping around his. Seamus kissed back hungrily. Harry found Seamus’ tongue and begun to suck on it as he ran his hands up and down Seamus’ back, feeling his muscles in it tense up. Seamus didn’t speak after he let go of Harry’s lips. He moved his mouth southward, kissing as much skin as he could, lifting Harry’s shirt up with shaky hands and slipped it off. He ran his hands over Harry’s nipples, emitting moans and purrs from his housemate, and then ducked his head down to kiss at one.

“I like you this way,” Seamus groaned. Harry slipped his trousers and boxers off, for the second time that day, kicking them off of one leg. He let it dangle on his right ankle.

“Don’t waste anymore time with foreplay,” Harry gurgled. “Just do it.”

Seamus did as told, stroking himself quickly to get his head moist with pre-come, and then slowly thrusting into Harry’s pre-slicked hole. Harry was right, he was still loose, and Seamus slid in all the way without too much trouble. He gnashed his teeth together when he felt Harry clamp down around him. Harry threw his head back and gasped, sexual desire building up again deep inside his belly. He gripped at Seamus’ arms as he put his legs around his torso again.

“Do it, Seamus,” Harry choked. “Quick, before someone walks in!”

Again, doing as he was told, Seamus moved his hips back and forth with quick, tight thrusts. Harry felt so incredible, more so than any woman that he had done, and Seamus found himself gasping for breath already, slowing his hips down. Harry grasped the sides of Seamus’ head and forced him down, “Don’t slow down, damn it! Faster!”

Seamus complied, quickening his movements. Harry lifted his lower half up more, meeting Seamus thrust for thrust. Seamus moved his face down and took Harry’s mouth in a passionate kiss. The kiss continued until Seamus grunted, spilling his seed deep inside Harry’s body. Carefully, Seamus slipped out of Harry and then saw that Harry was still erect. He moved his hand down to start stroking him off, but Harry stopped him.

“It’s ok. Leave it.”

“But, Harry… you said…”

“Don’t worry about me now. Just go upstairs and clean up.”

Seamus bit his lip nervously, “Harry…”

“Don’t argue with me, Seamus!” Harry snarled. He quickly started to pull his trousers back on. “Stuff yourself back in.”

Just as Seamus did, the door to the common room flew open. Seamus meeped, and then ran behind one of the couches to zip himself up. Harry had his back facing the door, so he slowly, and casually, slipped his trousers back over his hips. There was a small gasp behind him, and Harry prayed that it wasn’t a first year, a prefect, or a teacher. He held his breath in anticipation, and then slowly turned around. He was decent enough, expect that his shirt was still unbuttoned.

Harry let out a relieved sigh, “Oh, it’s you, Hermione.”

“Done then?” she smirked. “I can tell Ron that all is safe now?” She looked over at Seamus with a raised eyebrow.

“Y-yes. Everything is… we’re…”

“We’re finished. Thanks, Hermione,” Harry said, saying what he was sure Seamus was going to say. “I better go get some rest. I have… er… a date later tonight.”

“What??” both Hermione and Seamus said. Harry grinned slyly, and then headed up the boy’s dormitory.

~TBC~