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Adult ++
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Small Secrets
Author: starapple
Pairing: Blaise/Theo/Seamus sandwich.
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: NC-17 baby!
Warning: PWP. No excuses made.
Notes: As always, thanks to kiwi666, slumber_8 and liquidwounds (all on lj and talented writers!) for introducing me to this pairing kicking and screaming.
Disclaimer: They don’t belong to me. Otherwise there’d be a lot more of this and a lot less of the waffle, dammit. (jk jk)
The problem with secrets is that eventually they become common knowledge, until they are so little dust on the ground that you forget it was a chunk of gold. When people speak of ‘secrets’ they usually refer to the past, because what was secret then must be revealed now.
Secrets are even shakier when shared. I never expected anyone to remember, didn’t expect anyone to take my drunken confession at the Slytherin Truth & Dare Night seriously. I thought I was safe. Everyone was drunk, even Draco had completely lost his snottiness. Safe. Fuck being safe. And now I was in this awkward position where I had confessed to something and there was no way in which I could back out.
The Question? If you could sleep with anyone, who would it be? Naturally I had to open my mouth and say ‘Blaise’. Nothing wrong about that. Not too bad. Could have been worse. It was worse when I opened my mouth a second time and added ‘Seamus too.’. Oh yes. Clever move Theo, ask to be mocked.
But in all honesty those two turned me on more than a calendar of hot firemen. From Brazil. That’s saying something in my books. And it had all started with books, books and Seamus’ inability to read them although I was certain it was all just a ploy for my attention.
As for Blaise? Blaise, hot. No more needs to be said. We played around all the time, so no harm in saying I’d want to sleep with him. It was common knowledge that we did. But Seamus? Big mistake on my part, and Blaise had been avoiding me lately. Which puzzled me, but I always knew something like this would happen, it’s the reason why we have secrets in the first place. To protect. To shield from experiences. Fuck the drink, I’m never going near it again.
***
Two weeks after that horrid event and things were slowly back to normal. I still tutored Seamus despite the looks Blaise would shoot me just before I left. Dark knowing looks that spoke of sex, lust and obscene behaviour in libraries. I had no intention of doing anything.
Not that it mattered. Secrets are out and about, walls speak and Mr. Zabini makes me weak at the knees. I’m forever ruined. And he knows this, he’s spoilt me for anyone else.
I’m tired after all the classes and the homework and the constant running around for others. Friday is a night off. Curl up in bed with some random book and hide from the other boys. Be asleep by the time they came in. All was going well, according to plan until I heard movement outside the door. I looked at the time. Too early for the first sleepers. A suppressed giggle. I burrowed deeper into the covers. It’s not enough. I can hear soft voices, one that floats to my bed and makes itself known as Blaise. And then the short Irish drawl only Seamus Finnigan has.
What?
WHAT?
Blaise only ever brought people back to the dorm for one thing. It involved a lot of touching, heavy breathing and the kind of things married couples do. Without the pregnancy. I shot out of my bed to confront them.
“What are you doing?” I asked, fury tightly controlled because this was Blaise hurting me, wanting what I wanted first, just to prove a point. You first. Always.
“Blaise invited me for an illicit drink or two.” Seamus said.
“You’re Irish. You have a stockpile of drink in more than ten different places. Don’t lie.” Meanwhile Blaise was taking off his shoes and socks, motioning for Seamus to do the same.
“It’s a special kind of drink, made where Zabini is from. You know. The posh stuff you have to appreciate.”
“Wine.” Blaise remarked sardonically. Sounded plausible enough. I wanted to stamp my foot anyway. Blaise was up to something.
“Yeah, not the stuff you quaff like beer.”
“Must be difficult for you.” Blaise cut in, once more. Seamus shot him an irritated look. So. No love lost between those two. A clink and a bottle of dark red appeared along with three pathetic looking glasses.
“You weren’t kidding.” I asked, disbelieving.
“Nope.” He poured some into each glass, handing us one. I sniffed it cautiously, hit by the soft sweet smell of wine with the sharp undertones. Blaise takes a careful sip, puts his glass to one side and comes closer until I can feel his body next to mine, one long body of lean muscle and light golden skin with long curled dark brown hair. My Blaise. His hand comes up to cup the back of my neck and it all suddenly falls into place, his plan, what was planned here. Damn Blaise and his sneakiness. How did he outwit me? And Seamus played along too! The kiss is quick but thorough, ever the Blaise, taking, taking. Seamus snaps out of his dream state, but clutching the glass presses a kiss to my lips. I wonder how I’m centre of attention.
“Drink up.” Blaise presses the glass to my lips. We stand there in anticipation, nearly downing the red. Trust Blaise to use the strongest stuff he has. It settles in my stomach, a pleasurable heat fanning out over my body, I can feel the flush on my skin. Seamus winks at me, Blaise drags his gaze up along my body. Oh Gods, I’m so turned on, right now. I finish my glass first setting it on the bedside table. Sitting on my bed, I watch the two of them and sigh pitifully. It works, two sets of eyes, hazel and dark brown look down at me. I smile playfully, settle back onto the bed and letting my legs spread a little. They both look at their drinks, a blush working its way up from Seamus’ neck to his cheeks. They down the rest of the wine, any attempt to finish it politely now forgotten.
I feel awkward for a moment. I’m used to sleeping with one person at a time, but how was I supposed to divide my affections between the two of them.
They lie down either side of me, warm bodies pressed to me. I can feel my heart pulsing, the way in which my lungs labour to breathe under these conditions. Seamus’ hand stealthily sneaks up my chest, stroking, caressing, making me moan under his touch. Blaise kisses my jaw, sucking wetly until he reaches my lips, swallowing my moans. I can hear a deep rumble in his chest, a purr that travels into me and sets me alight.
He pushes the t-shirt up, my chest feels hyper-sensitive, as if I can feel each individual thread pass up my skin. And then his warm hand on my nipple, tugging and pulling while he nibbles at my collar bone. Blaise lets up, allowing me breath for a moment before capturing my lips once more. I let my hands snake down their bodies, patting obvious bulges, smirking smugly at the passion in this bed as they both rock slightly into my hands. Blaise sits up abruptly, turning away from the both of us. I look at him in shock, but he gives me a reassuring smile before rummaging through my bedside table. Seamus takes this opportunity to lean over me, balancing his weight on one side while he kisses me, leisurely exploring the taste of each other. He plays with the zip on my trousers, I bite my lip. He finally pulls it all the way down all the while looking me in the eyes, undoing the button, pushing them down before letting me kick them off.
Blaise returns to us without another word, lying down on my left, rocking into my side. I cling to Seamus neck as he rids himself of his own trousers.
“Theo…” Blaise’s husky whisper reminds me not to neglect him. I look away from Seamus and into Blaise’s eyes, seeing the dark red lust that is in mine and Seamus’. He clamps his lips over mine, firmly, possessively. I undo his trousers, letting my hand fondle him gently. He rocks with more urgency into my hand, a pale blush on his cheeks as he rests his head on my shoulder, breathing rapidly. My legs are spread, and I feel hot breath pass over my cock, followed by the lick of a tongue. The room is quiet but for the rustle of sheets and the sound of slick flesh on each other. I grip Blaise more tightly, but with the same achingly slow pace as Seamus descends onto me, sucking gently. A warm hand – Blaise’s – caresses my stomach, and I come from the over stimulation. A moment later Seamus is in my sight, licking his lips lazily, and I can’t help but give another wanton moan when he kisses Blaise, who returns it with passion.
He slicks his fingers with the lube Blaise found, pushing gently against me. Blaise stills, watching us both. I can’t help but push back greedily as he prepares me.
“Please…” I whimper, my eyes closed to savour the sensation. I hear chuckling from both sides as I writhe between them, two hot lean bodies against mine.
Before I know it Seamus is entering me, my thighs spread out underneath him, his head buried in the crook between shoulder and neck. He’s mumbling words I can’t understand, but it doesn’t matter because he begins to move in me and it’s like a fire that won’t ever stop burning. Blaise takes my hand in his, slowly jerking him off. Seamus rocks into me, I cross my legs behind him, keeping him there as he makes me forget myself.
“Oh God…” I hear him, for the first time, he picks up the pace and slams into me without remorse. There’ll be bruises tomorrow. Blaise watches us in awe as Seamus pounds into me one last time, stiffening above me as he comes. We both catch our breaths for a while before he rolls off to the side, giving me a chaste kiss. Blaise pulls away from me, settling between my legs. He kisses each thigh, scratching slightly with his fingernails. The difference between them is slight. Seamus controls himself to a degree, whereas Blaise simply doesn’t bother. And it comes across in the way they treat me, Blaise takes what he wants from me, and I offer it freely. He slicks his cock, positions himself and enters me, the same hot fire pools itself at the base of my spine, waiting to explode. Seamus comes up to my ear, licking the ear shell, breathing hot moist air across that makes me shiver in delight.
“You know what I want to do with you next time,” he begins, “I want to fuck you by the emergency stairs, I want to do you in the park, behind some bushes. I’ll take you to a club where its so dark that I can screw you against a wall without anyone noticing….” And he goes on murmuring these dirty thoughts into my mind as I twist under Blaise’s body, lean and trim, miles upon miles of golden skin. Seamus puts his hand on my cock, stroking in time to Blaise’s thrusts, and I scream because at this moment I’m not above making noise to express myself. I can feel Blaise, deep within me, I know he feels me, the way we fit together, the way in which Seamus had just fitted as well. The friction drives me over, making me come in Seamus’ hand. I clench tight, and Blaise just gives a growl in reply coming deep within me.
Seamus licks his hand, looking utterly content and sated. I wonder what I must look like, fucked silly twice. Blaise falls onto Seamus, tangling their bodies together. He pins him to the bed and kisses him thoroughly. I groan inwardly. I’ll be wanking to that sight for the next year. Blaise lets himself collapse on my other side, pressing a small kiss to my cheek. We breathe for a moment, aware of the silence in the room, the content feeling lulling me to sleep.
Not so fast though that I don’t hear Seamus’ remark.
“I’ll hav’ two carts of that there wine.” Blaise grins, I chuckle weakly. Alcohol will be the death of me.
Pairing: Blaise/Theo/Seamus sandwich.
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: NC-17 baby!
Warning: PWP. No excuses made.
Notes: As always, thanks to kiwi666, slumber_8 and liquidwounds (all on lj and talented writers!) for introducing me to this pairing kicking and screaming.
Disclaimer: They don’t belong to me. Otherwise there’d be a lot more of this and a lot less of the waffle, dammit. (jk jk)
The problem with secrets is that eventually they become common knowledge, until they are so little dust on the ground that you forget it was a chunk of gold. When people speak of ‘secrets’ they usually refer to the past, because what was secret then must be revealed now.
Secrets are even shakier when shared. I never expected anyone to remember, didn’t expect anyone to take my drunken confession at the Slytherin Truth & Dare Night seriously. I thought I was safe. Everyone was drunk, even Draco had completely lost his snottiness. Safe. Fuck being safe. And now I was in this awkward position where I had confessed to something and there was no way in which I could back out.
The Question? If you could sleep with anyone, who would it be? Naturally I had to open my mouth and say ‘Blaise’. Nothing wrong about that. Not too bad. Could have been worse. It was worse when I opened my mouth a second time and added ‘Seamus too.’. Oh yes. Clever move Theo, ask to be mocked.
But in all honesty those two turned me on more than a calendar of hot firemen. From Brazil. That’s saying something in my books. And it had all started with books, books and Seamus’ inability to read them although I was certain it was all just a ploy for my attention.
As for Blaise? Blaise, hot. No more needs to be said. We played around all the time, so no harm in saying I’d want to sleep with him. It was common knowledge that we did. But Seamus? Big mistake on my part, and Blaise had been avoiding me lately. Which puzzled me, but I always knew something like this would happen, it’s the reason why we have secrets in the first place. To protect. To shield from experiences. Fuck the drink, I’m never going near it again.
***
Two weeks after that horrid event and things were slowly back to normal. I still tutored Seamus despite the looks Blaise would shoot me just before I left. Dark knowing looks that spoke of sex, lust and obscene behaviour in libraries. I had no intention of doing anything.
Not that it mattered. Secrets are out and about, walls speak and Mr. Zabini makes me weak at the knees. I’m forever ruined. And he knows this, he’s spoilt me for anyone else.
I’m tired after all the classes and the homework and the constant running around for others. Friday is a night off. Curl up in bed with some random book and hide from the other boys. Be asleep by the time they came in. All was going well, according to plan until I heard movement outside the door. I looked at the time. Too early for the first sleepers. A suppressed giggle. I burrowed deeper into the covers. It’s not enough. I can hear soft voices, one that floats to my bed and makes itself known as Blaise. And then the short Irish drawl only Seamus Finnigan has.
What?
WHAT?
Blaise only ever brought people back to the dorm for one thing. It involved a lot of touching, heavy breathing and the kind of things married couples do. Without the pregnancy. I shot out of my bed to confront them.
“What are you doing?” I asked, fury tightly controlled because this was Blaise hurting me, wanting what I wanted first, just to prove a point. You first. Always.
“Blaise invited me for an illicit drink or two.” Seamus said.
“You’re Irish. You have a stockpile of drink in more than ten different places. Don’t lie.” Meanwhile Blaise was taking off his shoes and socks, motioning for Seamus to do the same.
“It’s a special kind of drink, made where Zabini is from. You know. The posh stuff you have to appreciate.”
“Wine.” Blaise remarked sardonically. Sounded plausible enough. I wanted to stamp my foot anyway. Blaise was up to something.
“Yeah, not the stuff you quaff like beer.”
“Must be difficult for you.” Blaise cut in, once more. Seamus shot him an irritated look. So. No love lost between those two. A clink and a bottle of dark red appeared along with three pathetic looking glasses.
“You weren’t kidding.” I asked, disbelieving.
“Nope.” He poured some into each glass, handing us one. I sniffed it cautiously, hit by the soft sweet smell of wine with the sharp undertones. Blaise takes a careful sip, puts his glass to one side and comes closer until I can feel his body next to mine, one long body of lean muscle and light golden skin with long curled dark brown hair. My Blaise. His hand comes up to cup the back of my neck and it all suddenly falls into place, his plan, what was planned here. Damn Blaise and his sneakiness. How did he outwit me? And Seamus played along too! The kiss is quick but thorough, ever the Blaise, taking, taking. Seamus snaps out of his dream state, but clutching the glass presses a kiss to my lips. I wonder how I’m centre of attention.
“Drink up.” Blaise presses the glass to my lips. We stand there in anticipation, nearly downing the red. Trust Blaise to use the strongest stuff he has. It settles in my stomach, a pleasurable heat fanning out over my body, I can feel the flush on my skin. Seamus winks at me, Blaise drags his gaze up along my body. Oh Gods, I’m so turned on, right now. I finish my glass first setting it on the bedside table. Sitting on my bed, I watch the two of them and sigh pitifully. It works, two sets of eyes, hazel and dark brown look down at me. I smile playfully, settle back onto the bed and letting my legs spread a little. They both look at their drinks, a blush working its way up from Seamus’ neck to his cheeks. They down the rest of the wine, any attempt to finish it politely now forgotten.
I feel awkward for a moment. I’m used to sleeping with one person at a time, but how was I supposed to divide my affections between the two of them.
They lie down either side of me, warm bodies pressed to me. I can feel my heart pulsing, the way in which my lungs labour to breathe under these conditions. Seamus’ hand stealthily sneaks up my chest, stroking, caressing, making me moan under his touch. Blaise kisses my jaw, sucking wetly until he reaches my lips, swallowing my moans. I can hear a deep rumble in his chest, a purr that travels into me and sets me alight.
He pushes the t-shirt up, my chest feels hyper-sensitive, as if I can feel each individual thread pass up my skin. And then his warm hand on my nipple, tugging and pulling while he nibbles at my collar bone. Blaise lets up, allowing me breath for a moment before capturing my lips once more. I let my hands snake down their bodies, patting obvious bulges, smirking smugly at the passion in this bed as they both rock slightly into my hands. Blaise sits up abruptly, turning away from the both of us. I look at him in shock, but he gives me a reassuring smile before rummaging through my bedside table. Seamus takes this opportunity to lean over me, balancing his weight on one side while he kisses me, leisurely exploring the taste of each other. He plays with the zip on my trousers, I bite my lip. He finally pulls it all the way down all the while looking me in the eyes, undoing the button, pushing them down before letting me kick them off.
Blaise returns to us without another word, lying down on my left, rocking into my side. I cling to Seamus neck as he rids himself of his own trousers.
“Theo…” Blaise’s husky whisper reminds me not to neglect him. I look away from Seamus and into Blaise’s eyes, seeing the dark red lust that is in mine and Seamus’. He clamps his lips over mine, firmly, possessively. I undo his trousers, letting my hand fondle him gently. He rocks with more urgency into my hand, a pale blush on his cheeks as he rests his head on my shoulder, breathing rapidly. My legs are spread, and I feel hot breath pass over my cock, followed by the lick of a tongue. The room is quiet but for the rustle of sheets and the sound of slick flesh on each other. I grip Blaise more tightly, but with the same achingly slow pace as Seamus descends onto me, sucking gently. A warm hand – Blaise’s – caresses my stomach, and I come from the over stimulation. A moment later Seamus is in my sight, licking his lips lazily, and I can’t help but give another wanton moan when he kisses Blaise, who returns it with passion.
He slicks his fingers with the lube Blaise found, pushing gently against me. Blaise stills, watching us both. I can’t help but push back greedily as he prepares me.
“Please…” I whimper, my eyes closed to savour the sensation. I hear chuckling from both sides as I writhe between them, two hot lean bodies against mine.
Before I know it Seamus is entering me, my thighs spread out underneath him, his head buried in the crook between shoulder and neck. He’s mumbling words I can’t understand, but it doesn’t matter because he begins to move in me and it’s like a fire that won’t ever stop burning. Blaise takes my hand in his, slowly jerking him off. Seamus rocks into me, I cross my legs behind him, keeping him there as he makes me forget myself.
“Oh God…” I hear him, for the first time, he picks up the pace and slams into me without remorse. There’ll be bruises tomorrow. Blaise watches us in awe as Seamus pounds into me one last time, stiffening above me as he comes. We both catch our breaths for a while before he rolls off to the side, giving me a chaste kiss. Blaise pulls away from me, settling between my legs. He kisses each thigh, scratching slightly with his fingernails. The difference between them is slight. Seamus controls himself to a degree, whereas Blaise simply doesn’t bother. And it comes across in the way they treat me, Blaise takes what he wants from me, and I offer it freely. He slicks his cock, positions himself and enters me, the same hot fire pools itself at the base of my spine, waiting to explode. Seamus comes up to my ear, licking the ear shell, breathing hot moist air across that makes me shiver in delight.
“You know what I want to do with you next time,” he begins, “I want to fuck you by the emergency stairs, I want to do you in the park, behind some bushes. I’ll take you to a club where its so dark that I can screw you against a wall without anyone noticing….” And he goes on murmuring these dirty thoughts into my mind as I twist under Blaise’s body, lean and trim, miles upon miles of golden skin. Seamus puts his hand on my cock, stroking in time to Blaise’s thrusts, and I scream because at this moment I’m not above making noise to express myself. I can feel Blaise, deep within me, I know he feels me, the way we fit together, the way in which Seamus had just fitted as well. The friction drives me over, making me come in Seamus’ hand. I clench tight, and Blaise just gives a growl in reply coming deep within me.
Seamus licks his hand, looking utterly content and sated. I wonder what I must look like, fucked silly twice. Blaise falls onto Seamus, tangling their bodies together. He pins him to the bed and kisses him thoroughly. I groan inwardly. I’ll be wanking to that sight for the next year. Blaise lets himself collapse on my other side, pressing a small kiss to my cheek. We breathe for a moment, aware of the silence in the room, the content feeling lulling me to sleep.
Not so fast though that I don’t hear Seamus’ remark.
“I’ll hav’ two carts of that there wine.” Blaise grins, I chuckle weakly. Alcohol will be the death of me.