Seamus is a Slutmuffin

My favourite chapter, if only for the crack pairing. Cedric/Seamus ahead. With a bit of background to work through...enjoy.
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Breakfast in the Great Hall was becoming a more interesting experience by the day. Over eggs and toast and pieces of bacon and orange juice and milk-‘Products of slave labour’ Hermione would insist-Seamus found that he could observe anyone who caught his fancy. No one suspected to be watched while they ate.

Seamus’ grey eyes flickered up from a sausage he’d been mulling over to scan the Slytherin table. Blaise, who had lost interest in him after the Theodore Nott incident, was chewing daintily on a piece of toast, nodding absently to some exaggerated point that Vincent Crabbe was apparently trying to make. When he caught Seamus looking he grinned, the perfect predator still, and winked. Seamus rolled his eyes but continued to watch Blaise anyway. The dark boy licked his lips, placing the piece of toast back on his plate, eyes still locked with Seamus, sneering smile falling into place. Slowly and-amazingly-unobtrusively Blaise mouthed the name ‘Krum’. Seamus cocked his head. Blaise nodded, smirked. So he’d had Krum, that wasn’t really news, Blaise could have whoever the fuck he wanted. Seamus glanced down the Slytherin table to where Krum was seated but the boy’s back was turned. He looked back to Blaise who shot him a crooked sneer. It was a challenge, a silent challenge. He was expecting Seamus to do better.

Seamus grinned. He was always up for a challenge. He scanned the Great Hall quickly, searching for someone that could compete with Blaise’s Krum, he couldn’t think of anyone. None of the Slytherin’s would do-Blaise had probably had all of them already anyway-Seamus wasn’t brave enough to try any of the kids from the visiting schools, none of the kids in his year would be enough of a challenge…

Then his eyes fell on the boyishly handsome features of Cedric Diggory, face pursed in slight unhappiness. Next to him a girl chattered away adamantly, Cedric was only nodding along to her, obviously not interested. Seamus’ grin returned; his grey eyes sought the dark brown ones of Blaise. The boy cocked his head, waiting for an answer. ‘Diggory’ Seamus mouthed, annunciating each syllable silently. A dark, cocked eyebrow was his only answer. A perfectly smooth dark hand raised to brush an errant lock of curly hair out of his eyes and he stealthily gestured to the Hufflepuff table. Seamus nodded. Blaise’s grin was absolutely Cheshire in nature. He nodded. ‘How long’ Seamus mouthed, Blaise scratched his cheek with four fingers. ‘Days’ he mouthed back to Seamus. The Irish boy nodded. The challenge was on.

“What is that loser, Zabini, looking over here for?” Dean asked, frown slashing across his pretty features. Seamus shot a wink to Blaise then looked over at Dean with an innocent shrug.

“Damned if I know.”
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Four days. He had four days to get Cedric Diggory alone, four days to corner the Hufflepuff pretty boy. Four days to fuck him or to get fucked by him. Seamus smiled, wouldn’t that just be perfect, taking it up the ass from the Hufflepuff prefect, pretty boy, champion.

A frown soon dispelled the smile. Four days wasn’t that long a time especially if Cedric Diggory was the sexually inactive prude everyone said he was. Seamus ran a hand through his sandy hair restlessly. It was after hours, everyone was supposed to be in their common rooms or dorms. The halls would be empty save the Professors on watch. Seamus gave another half-hearted groan, adjusted his position on the couch. The roaring fire of the common room kept him company, the others had long since gone to bed. Cedric Diggory was probably in bed. He had his own problems to fret about. Seamus heaved another sigh. He probably should have headed up to bed but thoughts of wooing Cedric still played ring around the rosy in his head. How to get him alone and blessedly naked and begging…

The sound of pointed giggling caused Seamus’ eyes to snap open. He sat up quickly. Grouped around the couch were a gaggle of Gryffindor girls, headed by Parvati and Lavender. They giggled again as Seamus glanced around at them with a frown.

“What are you all doing here at this hour?” He snapped, rubbing a hand over his eyes. He couldn’t have fallen asleep; he’d only closed his eyes for a second. Parvati smirked.

“This hour? It’s nine in the morning, Seamus.” She said superiorly, Seamus rolled his eyes. Well that fucking sucked, one day down and absolutely no progress. “The question is: what are you doing here? The common room isn’t for sleeping you know.” He growled at her dangerously and pushed himself off the couch and through their group of fourth, third and second years. He wasn’t in the mood for any girl silliness.

The four boys in the dorm had made no sign of moving, even when Seamus tramped in and gathered clothes for the day. As he pulled the shirt over his head; Neville’s sleep tousled top appeared out from his curtains.

“Mornin’, Shea.” He said amicably, running a hand over his eyes. He squinted around. “’t time is it?” Seamus frowned.

“Nine AM. The girls who found me snoring away on the couch were kind enough to inform me.” Seamus’ tone was completely sarcastic. Neville smiled kindly.

“They do tend to do that.” He responded. “But it is nine, not a decent hour. ‘m going back to bed.” His mussed head of curls retreated back into the curtains. Seamus grinned. For a moment, his bed called out to him, coaxed him to lie in its crimson and gold depths, allow himself to drift back to dreamland, but Seamus waved the feeling off. He needed to get a plan or he wouldn’t get Cedric.

There were a few sleepy faces moving about the common room with the efficiency of zombies when Seamus got back downstairs but most people were still asleep. It was a Saturday after all. Seamus pushed past them and hurried downstairs. If anything was abundant at Hogwarts, rumours were and rumours stated that, like all good prefects, Cedric was always early to rise. If Seamus was lucky-and he was Irish, so he considered his luck extremely good-he would be able to get Cedric alone during breakfast, if only for a moment.

As usual, Seamus’ Irish luck gave out. Even though he arrived early, there was already a small flock of admiring fans crowding the Hufflepuff table. There was however no Cedric to be seen. A scant number of Slytherins sat at their own table, Viktor Krum and a small group of admirers whom he was ignoring completely, a few of the Beauxbatons girls littered the room, a handful of Ravenclaws and even less Hufflepuffs, it was a sad hull for the Great Hall. Seamus frowned again, poked unhappily at an egg that he had hastily thrown on his plate. A collective gasp caused him to look up. Cedric Diggory had arrived on the scene.

The boy swept in with a natural air of confidence, walked down the few steps to the main section of the floor and proceeded to sit at the end of the Hufflepuff table, as far away as possible from the group as possible. The girls didn’t take the hint and rushed over to him. Seamus’ eyes were glued on Cedric. Par usual, the boy looked perfect, hair swept out of his eyes, face clean and free of any sign of stress. Seamus remembered pointedly why Cedric was considered the pretty boy of Hogwarts. Winter grey eyes were down, flickering over food that was placed upon his plate, he never looked at his admirers. His fingers drummed idly on the surface of the table.

Seamus’ breath caught as Cedric lifted a sausage and took a small bite, his eyes shutting for the barest of instants as he swallowed the small piece down. Seamus’ shameless libido took the sight and ran with it. He wanted to look away, he wanted to but he found he couldn’t. Cedric had him enchanted, sure as any Veela would. Halfway through the sausage, Cedric caught Seamus’ gaze and he cocked his head to the side. One elegant eyebrow formed a perfect arch. Seamus felt the heat rise in his cheeks but he couldn’t break eye contact. Winter, cold grey; the same grey that fell from the skies onto the enchanted roof of the Great Hall. Snow grey, ice grey but Seamus couldn’t help but think that Cedric’s kisses wouldn’t be half as cold as the colour of his eyes. And then it happened.

Cedric smiled at him.

And Seamus realized his game was up. Somehow, someway Cedric knew. His smile held that note of confidence that Seamus had grown to know. It was a smile worthy of Blaise Zabini, full of cocky arrogance and knowledge. Seamus did blush then, a bright red blush that threatened to take over his entire being, and he looked away hurriedly. When he glanced back for a second he found Cedric was still watching him. He wasn’t hungry anymore, he pushed the plate of half-toyed with food away and stood. He needed fresh air and a place to clear his mind. How could he have known?

Seamus’ determined march led him up the stairs, past the group of Hufflepuff pretty boy’s fangirls and out into the hall. A slightly familiar voice hailed him just as he reached the steps.

“What were you doing back there?” For a second Seamus’ mind told him to ignore Cedric, pretend he hadn’t heard, hopefully the Hogwarts champion would drop the issue. But he had paused at the hail and to continue now, as if he hadn’t heard, would have been stupid. With a frown Seamus turned.

“What do you mean?” He asked. Cedric was standing at the door to the Great Hall, blessedly alone, eyebrow still cocked in that oh so perfect arc.

“You were watching me.” Cedric said with a bemused grin. “You were watching me eat. I was wondering why.”

“Is it wrong to stare at the Hogwarts pret-“ Seamus caught himself at the last moment, “Triwizard champion. I mean, you’re a legend.” He smiled not so much at Cedric but at his brilliant save. Cedric frowned back, misinterpreting the grin.

“That’s all then?” He huffed unhappily. He turned as if to go and for some reason Seamus’ stomach lurched.

“No.”

Cedric turned back, grey eyes, ice eyes meeting Seamus’ gaze. “Then why?”

Seamus blushed. “You eat sausage funny.” Cedric’s nose crinkled and a sort of half-smile found its way onto his perfectly shaped lips. “And you never look at the people you’re talking to, you focus on other things, food, tapestries, other people. I think you’re interesting, for more reasons then just you being popular. I think a lot of people see the popularity and don’t see the quirks.” Seamus spoke in an unplanned rush. He caught himself at the end of his last sentence and blushed again. Well, that was one way to get into his pants, tell him about his quirks—what a turn on!

However, Cedric was smiling. “You’re an odd kid.” He said, crossing the distance between them and holding out a hand for a shake. “What’s your name?”

Seamus blushed again. Cedric may not have recognised him by face but his name would certainly pique some memories. Everyone had heard the rumours. Seamus took a deep breath. “Seamus Finnigan.” He said slowly, waiting for the hand to be retracted. When it wasn’t, he shook it lightly, a little bit unbelievably.

Cedric’s grin twisted a little. “Sounds familiar. Finnigan…do you have any siblings?” Seamus shook his head, blush rising still higher on his cheeks.

“I…uhh…a lot of people talk about me.” He said, hoping not to tip Cedric off too much. The Triwizard champion smiled.

“I know the feeling.”

Seamus laughed. “Not quite. Stuff people say about me is quite a bit…different.” He ran a hand through his hair, painfully aware of how messy he probably looked when his finger snagged on a knot. Cedric laughed.

“You really are strange.” He said and Seamus noted a note of fondness in the bemusement in his voice. And if that didn’t make him blush ten times harder. “Today’s Saturday.” Cedric said suddenly, as if the words would mean something special to Seamus. The Irishman’s confusion was evident. “No classes today. Do you want to hang out?” Seamus’ already stoked ego gave another triumphant crow.

“Uhh…won’t your friends mind?”

Cedric grinned, cocky arrogance filling in cold greyness of his eyes. “Won’t Harry mind?” Seamus looked up, eyes wide. “You sit across from him at almost every meal, you talk to him a lot, you use your left hand to work your fork but from everything else I’ve seen you’re right handed.” Cedric answered. He smiled widely as Seamus caught on. “West Courtyard, two ’o clock. Don’t be late.” And his smile didn’t waver once as he walked away from Seamus. Never once could his directions be mistaken for a question. Seamus smiled at Cedric’s retreating back. Maybe the challenge wouldn’t be as impossible as he thought.
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One-thirty found Seamus Finnigan desperately trying to break away from a game of Exploding Snap that he and Dean had started to pass the time. He let out a curse and jumped to his feet, ignoring Dean’s protests as he crossed the common room to the porthole. He needed to get to the West Courtyard, that was across the school! He ran most of the way, pausing to walk slower only when he felt he needed to look calm, not wind-swept, when he reached the courtyard. He took his time once he slowed, timing it perfectly so that he would arrive at the courtyard at exactly two-ten.

Cedric glanced up as a smiling Seamus entered the courtyard. He scowled lightly.

“You’re late. I thought that maybe you weren’t coming.” Seamus smiled at the last sentence. So, Cedric actually cared whether he showed up or not, interesting.

“Sorry.” Seamus said, feigning innocence. “I got tied up with a friend.” He smiled apologetically. “You mad?”

Cedric frowned slightly, pondering, then he shook his head. “No, I’m just not used…people generally arrive early…” Seamus smiled.

“You aren’t anything special, Mr. Triwizard champion. No reason for me to bust my hump to get out here earlier. Gryffindor Tower’s on the other side of the building you know.” He said smirking. He glanced around the courtyard for a moment, searching for Cedric’s undying devotees. “Where’s the fan club?”

Cedric smiled. “I told them I was going to be studying in the library, naturally they all headed there.” He seated himself on one of the courtyard benches, tightening his scarf against the slightly biting wind. Seamus walked over and sat next to him. Cedric didn’t look happy. “Sometimes I wish those girl’s would go away.” He ran a hand through his perfect hair, upsetting a single piece of it and knocking it into his face. He didn’t seem to notice. “Thank Merlin for Krum, he shows up and half my fans go flocking off to him.” He smiled over at Seamus. “He deals with the popularity better then I do, though I think he hates it just as much as I do.” Seamus grinned. He could understand hating popularity. “But what about you?” Cedric’s voice drew Seamus’ attention.

“What?”

“Well, you said people talk about you and I placed where I heard your name before. You’re Hogwarts notorious flirt. You’re the one that Justin was talking about fooling around with. Cho mentioned you also once.” He grinned widely. “You see, Cho heard from Angelina who heard from Alicia who heard from Lavender who heard from Creevey who overheard Malfoy discussing you with Pansy and the large, oafish fellow…Crabes? Something like that. According to the rumour, you are quite the little town broomstick.” He said, grin developing more into a smirk. Seamus felt the blush he’d been attempting to ward off take control. “But the rumour mill is such a nasty place, you can never know what’s true and what’s not.” He picked his nail idly, grey eyes flickering from Seamus back down to the ground. “And to get the info from a Slytherin…” He clucked his tongue. Seamus felt his heart plummet. All Cedric wanted was information, to figure out the school rumours, no doubt he would use what he could glean from Seamus to boost his own popularity. The Irish boy frowned openly.

“Are you accusing me of something particular?”

“I’m not accusing at all.” Cedric’s tone was light, his words almost airy. “I’m simply stating. Rumours are Hogwarts’ biggest nuisance, next to dear Peeves, that is. You wouldn’t believe some of the ones I’ve heard about myself.” He grinned at Seamus over the top of his scarf. “I’m merely curious to see how you feel about the rumours that you’ve got generated.”

“What do you think?”

“About the rumours? If they’re true, I think that’s awful for someone to use you and then spread word about you like you’re some sort of whore. If they aren’t true, I think that you did something to seriously piss off Draco Malfoy. I however, cannot tell you how you should feel about the rumours.” The piece of hair was still out of place and Seamus had the strong urge to brush in back and kiss the forehead it obscured. He fought the urge brilliantly.

“So it wouldn’t matter to you if I was gay?” Seamus tried to keep the hope from showing in his voice. Cedric laughed.

“And why would it matter to me?” His eyes gleamed in the cold winter light, grey chunks of ice, forever unreadable. Seamus’ similar grey eyes faltered away from the gaze. ”Or a better question would be: Why does it matter if it would matter to me?” One gloved hand was placed on the bench, grey eyes met again. Seamus’ hands fisted in his lap. He looked away again. When he turned his head back, Cedric’s face was a whole lot closer then it had been a moment before. Seamus’ eyes landed on Cedric’s lips, he sucked in a breath, he licked his lips unconsciously. “May I?”

Seamus couldn’t vocalize an answer, his throat muscles were frozen under that gaze of purest ice. He nodded slowly. It was a slow touching of lips at first, hesitant, unsure, first kisses, learning experiences. Seamus felt butterflies throw up a fit in his stomach, it was amazing, innocent beyond all reason. Such a Hufflepuff…

Cedric’s eyes were fathomless as he pulled away, gazed carefully at Seamus. “Was that…” His voice held a note of uncertainty.

“Amazing.” Seamus breathed. He couldn’t seem to control the butterflies that were running laps in his stomach, couldn’t resist the insatiable urge to lean forward and kiss Cedric again. Hufflepuff’s pretty boy responded admirably. And then reality checked back in.

They were sitting in the middle of the West Courtyard on a Saturday afternoon, anyone, student, ghost or faculty could walk in on them. He knew next to nothing about Cedric, a few useless things he’d picked up from the boy’s basic body language, the fact that he was loved by everybody ‘cause he was the fucking Hufflepuff golden boy. And there was a challenge, made without thought, made purely for the reason that he could. He was no better then Theodore Nott, using someone to win a pointless bet. Cedric deserved better.

“We should take this somewhere more…” Cedric paused, hand resting on Seamus’ thigh lightly. “Intimate?” He suggested.

Seamus was hard pressed for words. A large part of him wanted to say yes, bet or no he wanted this, Cedric his for the taking. Another part wanted to say no, tell Cedric the truth, yeah Seamus wanted him, but it wasn’t going to be a relationship, everything about Seamus defied relationship rules. He took a deep breath.

“I…I can’t.” Seamus’ voice was quiet. “I want do, I do, Ced, believe me. Its just…complicated and…I’m not going to use you.” Cedric’s face which had fallen at Seamus’ first statement rose again.

“Use me? Seamus, what do you think I sought you out for?” His grey eyes were practically dancing. “I know that relationships are hard to start let alone maintain. I wouldn’t ask that of you the first day that I met you.” Cedric smiled. “But we don’t have to be in a relationship to fool around. You of all people should know that.” Seamus wasn’t sure whether to take the last comment as a compliment or an insult so he just ignored it. Cedric’s hand cupped Seamus’ chin, drawing his gaze. “So, I’ll ask you again, do want to take this somewhere more intimate?” Seamus nodded weakly.

The challenge was forgotten, Blaise was forgotten, the slanting gaze, sneering grin, perfect skin, forgotten. It was just honey coloured hair and ice grey eyes and creamy skin, a warm hand entwining with his own, squeezing lightly, a perfect smile on beautiful full lips. At that moment Seamus couldn’t care less who saw them, he was happy. A few twists and turns later, up some steps, down a corridor, around a corner, up some more steps, Seamus didn’t keep track of the route, he didn’t care. They ended at the statue of a wizard, Cedric mumbled something, they slipped inside. Seamus had about a second to survey their surroundings—clean marble sinks, large unfilled tub, painting of a ocean scene with a rock—and then Cedric had pulled him close again, lips descending swiftly onto Seamus’. It was still careful but a bit more headstrong, strong, lithe hands gripped Seamus’ shoulders, a warm tongue swept passed his lower lip.

Seamus obliged to the tongue, lips parting with a small sigh. And, oh Merlin that was something! If Seamus thought that Cedric was a talented chaste kisser, when tongues were added to the mix…Seamus groaned as he thought of that tongue a good deal lower. He didn’t know how to voice this silent want though and all he could do was squirm as Cedric took his time, kissing him within an inch of his life before dropping his lips the exposed column of Seamus’ neck. His talented mouth worked there for a while, lips and teeth playing with the pulse, Seamus groaned again. It was sweet agony. Eventually though the kisses stopped and Cedric stepped away, he laughed at Seamus’ expression.

“We aren’t finished.” He cooed, hands moving to his robe, stripping it off. The sweater vest came next, followed by the Hufflepuff coloured tie. Seamus was stripping along with him, blushing as he realised that once again beneath his required school robes he was wearing ratty Muggle clothes. He loved them and they were obscenely comfortable but in front of the perfectly dressed Hufflepuff pretty boy…

Cedric was smiling though. “That suits you.” And his hands were on Seamus’ top, pulling it off even though he hadn’t finished taking off his own clothes. Cedric kissed him, crushing them together, causing Seamus’ bare chest to rub up against the slightly itchy cotton of the school recommended button down. He contained another moan as Cedric’s hands ran up and down his back. Seamus’ fingers, feeling bumbling and awkward despite his experience, found the hem of Cedric’s shirt, followed it to the buttons. Without even thinking, Seamus tugged, sending a shower of buttons about the room. Cedric chuckled.

“Sorry.” Seamus said with a small grin that made his apology not seem so sincere. Cedric kissed him lightly on the nose.

“Don’t worry about it, that’s what repair charms are for.” His hands wound around Seamus’ waist, pulling the Irish boy closer. Their torsos collided, skin on bare skin, clothed erection pressed against jean-clad erection. Seamus suppressed another moan. Cedric’s teeth were on his ear, tugging it hard enough to pleasantly border the thin line between pain and pleasure. He was speaking, hushed and quickly. “Don’t smother those, Shea, wanna hear them, wanna hear every little sound you make.” Seamus nodded against Cedric’s head, allowing a whining, little-dare he call it effeminate?-moan slip out from between his parted, swollen lips. They didn’t stay like that for long. Carefully, Cedric guided the two entwined boys into a reclined position.

Seamus’ grey eyes fluttered open at the feel of cold tile on his bare and fevered skin, he lat out a small whine of discomfort. This was not the system; this was not how his fucks worked. He was an up-against-the-wall kind of fuck; the kind with growls and blood and faces smashed uncomfortably against stone. Cedric’s pretty eyes met Seamus’ questioningly.

“You aren’t used to this sort of treatment, are you?” He asked quietly, Seamus shook his head slowly. He stared back at Cedric, enjoying the warmth that radiated off the boy’s body. Tentatively he lifted a hand and pushed a stray clump of hairs back into place he followed it closely with a kiss. Cedric’s finger traced Seamus’ lip. “What have you done to yourself?” He asked. Seamus shook his head again. He didn’t want to talk about it, he didn’t want to think of the living ivory, the slanting sneer, the silent longing. The press of his erection against his jeans was too much to think about much else, the warm heat contrasting with the coolness of the tile, the feel of Cedric’s warm, giving lips as he traced Seamus’ collar bone, dipping down his heaving chest. Moans bubbled forth unhampered from Seamus’ throat. Lower, lower and lower still, Cedric spent a moment on every inch of exposed skin, kissing along Seamus’ small scar tenderly. It was driving Seamus nuts in the most pleasant of ways. It wasn’t until Cedric’s tongue dipped into his navel that he made any sort of exclamation.

“Fuck…Cedric, lower…fucking, Merlin…” His hips twitched, snapping against Cedric’s uncovered stomach. The brunette looked up from his task with a positively evil grin. With one hand he popped the button of Seamus’ too-tight jeans, pulling them off of Seamus’ legs with abandon.

“Lower like here?” Cedric asked innocently, kissing the silky area of flesh slightly to the right of Seamus’ dark brown trail of hair. Seamus let out a strangled little gurgle and thrust his hips again in response. “Or how about here?” He tugged the lip of Seamus’ boxers down a little bit and pressed a kiss right at the junction of hip and thigh. Seamus moaned again, his tone bordering more on a growl then anything else. Cedric laughed again. “Or perhaps you meant here.” And then his mouth, that godly, talented mouth, was swallowing Seamus whole, his throat muscles constricting, encouraging. Seamus’ hand fell into the hair he’d so tenderly fixed over what seemed eons ago, tangling into the honey locks, fingers twitching spasmodically about the gossamer strands. He thrust forward, heedless of the comfort of the other man, but if Cedric was having problems, he wasn’t saying anything, just opening his throat, allowing Seamus to fuck his mouth. Then those winter grey eyes, such a contrast to the warmth of his mouth, flickered to meet Seamus’ gaze and slowly, deliberately, Cedric winked, swallowing hard.

“Fuck, Cedric!” Seamus cried out, blunt nails scraping into Cedric’s scalp. His body snapped to attention, releasing his load into the Hufflepuff’s awaiting mouth, and the next moment he was boneless, a melted pile of Irish pride adorning the floor of the prefect bathroom.

As he came back down, he was aware of a warm touch ghosting over his forehead, tracing his nose, sliding down his cheek. His eyes fluttered open, met the gaze of their grey counterpart. “Great Merlin, that was something…” He muttered, tone cheeky, sarcastic, he wasn’t sure how he managed it. Cedric grinned, eyes level with Seamus’.

“You can keep your sass,” He said playfully, finger tracing nonsense patterns upon Seamus’ thigh, trailing up occasionally to his pectorals, trailing low to graze Seamus’ light growth of hair, “because we aren’t nearly finished yet.” His voice was in Seamus’ ear, the already abused lobe was tugged into Cedric’s tempting mouth, Seamus didn’t complain, simply moaned louder as Cedric added teeth to the mixture, pulling hard enough to make Seamus mewl in protest. It was beautiful, the Irish boy’s virility, the tiniest bit of stimulation and he was hard again, cock to stomach, grinding uselessly on Cedric’s leg.

“Now, now.” Cedric’s voice was lightly chastising. He sat back on his heels, undoing the button and zip of his pants in lightning speed, pushing them down his toned legs faster. Seamus stared unabashedly for a few moments.

“No underwear?” He questioned, Cedric grinned and blushed.

“Only on special occasions.”

Seamus smiled. “So you expected something to happen. You knew I’d follow you here.” Seamus couldn’t help sounding slightly hurt. Even the Hufflepuff sweetheart, golden boy hadn’t believed in his will power.

“Hey now.” Cedric’s voice was sober, his hand was on Seamus’ chin, forcing the boy’s chin up. Eye contact was slowly established. “For one thing, I was going to get laid tonight, whether from you or not. For another, I never said I knew you’d come. I had an idea, you did watch me rather…intently, but maybe you were just an intense person.”

‘Going to get laid tonight…’

“But I thought you were all about saving yourself.” Seamus said weakly. Cedric’s perfectly arched eyebrow and inquisitive grin stalled him mid-speech.

“The rumour mill again? They would. Where did you hear that one?” Seamus shrugged he honestly couldn’t remember. “Probably Marcus Flint’s doing.” The Hufflepuff golden boy snorted. “The fucker,” Seamus’ eyes opened wide at the use of language, “he’s been out of here for a year but all his,” Cedric’s hand shook, “his bullshit, sticks around.” He frowned. Angry, snowstorm eyes met Seamus’. He smiled slowly. “To dispel any of those fears that may still be lingering in your pretty little head, I am very…active, though most of my little fangirls will say otherwise simply because I haven’t slept with any of them. And I have every intention of sleeping with you, Seamus Finnigan. Did you think I would do all this and just expect you to go?” His grin was cocky, almost dangerous. “Nice try, Finnigan.”

Seamus nodded slowly. “Okay then.” And his hands were joining Cedric’s sliding down the tone muscles, pay off from years of Quidditch, he took the lead, let his hands move brazenly to Cedric’s proud cock. A few easy strokes later, Cedric stopped him, slick forehead to slick forehead, breathing hitched. The noises the golden boy prefect emitted made Seamus want to…Well he wasn’t sure what they made him want to do, but something more then what they were doing.

“Something the matter?” Seamus asked, hands effectively stilled in the Hufflepuff Seeker’s firm grip.

Ice met slate grey. “You’re perfect.” Cedric sounded strangely winded. “I just…” He ran a hand across Seamus’ cheek, tracing his jaw. “I want to…” He seemed to be having trouble putting the next phrase tactfully. Seamus smiled.

“I want you to cum in me, too.” He whispered, breath hot as it skidded over the shell of Cedric’s ear. The Hufflepuff blushed, nodded his thanks.

“Talking dirty has never been my game.” He said, running his hands through Seamus’ hair. “I assume you know how…” But Seamus was pre-empting him, fingers sliding into his mouth, thrusting in and out, coating them in saliva. He smiled craftily, remembering Blaise telling him how hot he looked when he acted like a slut, and stabbed the fingers into himself brutally. His eyes fluttered for a moment, losing sight of Cedric as his vision went a blissful white.

“Unh…Cedric,” he reached his other hand out, grabbed Cedric’s hand and guided it to his cock. “Slowly.” He said. Cedric gripped him lightly, pumping to his own rhythm, keeping it slow, subdued. Seamus hissed again, the hand between his legs moving faster, double time to Cedric’s movements. It took almost no time for Seamus’ motions to stop, his breath to waiver slightly and a tiny, “Merlin above, Cedric, fuck me now.”

The Hufflepuff complied, lining himself up with Seamus’ entrance. “You sure,” he said, “no more lube…prepping?” Seamus nodded, mumbled a small groan.

“I’ve taken harder, worse. Fuck, just hurry up.” He flexed his hips up, spread his legs, giving Cedric more access. Slowly the Triwizard Champion buried himself in Seamus’ willing body. Before he was even half-way sheathed, Seamus was ready for the pace to be picked up. “Faster.”

“But, I don’t wanna—“

“I’m not a fucking girl and I’m not made of china, I can take it, Ced.” The Hufflepuff grinned down at Seamus.

“Whatever you say.” And his hips slammed forward, catching Seamus off-guard. He let out a strangled moan.

“That’s it, fucking Cedric, yes.” Other mangled encouragements tumbled from Seamus’ lips, muffled by the occasional heady kiss. His hips were thrusting up to meet Cedric’s down thrust, his hand has flown to his own cock, he was working himself steadily toward completion. When Cedric’s cock brushed a particular spot deep within Seamus he cried out louder, forcing the older boy to crush their lips together to keep him from causing too much noise. His tongue thrust in and out of Seamus’ mouth, mimicking the movements of his cock. Seamus let out another mostly swallowed moan.

It was amazing, they were in perfect synch. Cedric’s orgasm crashed through him without warning, his body went rigid, snapping forward at the same time, wrenching his back painfully. A cry spilt passed Cedric’s lips, joining with Seamus’ low groan. Three more snaps of his wrist, and Seamus too was cumming, splashing out onto the floor and his hand and his belly.

He lay upon the floor as he got used to the post-orgasmic numbness flooding his being. He missed Cedric’s warmth, but the boy was up, moving about the prefects bathroom. Seamus could hear the sound of taps being run. Sleepily he picked up his head.

“I…I uh…figured that you’d want to clean yourself off after…that…” Cedric’s strong arms wrapped around Seamus, helping the Irish boy up, leading him to the tub.

Seamus grinned sleepily. “Sounds like a great idea, Ced.” He said, voice perfectly content, perfectly compliant. He allowed his body to be lowered into the pleasantly warm water. “And of course, you’ll join me.” He said to Cedric, a wicked smile winding onto his features. “Allow me to repay that little blowjob you gave me earlier.” He waggled his eyebrows suggestively at Cedric, relishing in the boy’s laugh.

“Well, we’ll see about that.” Then there was a splash and more laughter could be heard by the passer-bys who worked their way passed the wizard statue guarding the entrance to the prefect bathroom.
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~Slutmuffin

Almost done. Last chapter up tomorrow *tear*.