Shut Up and Smile

Disclaimer: I solemnly swear that I do not own Harry Potter and/or any other characters used in this fic. They are all property of J.K. Rowling.

A/N: This fic was written as a reward for a certain number reviewer on a fic of mine on another site :)

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"Come on, Zabini!" Seamus slurred, climbing up on top of the table that held a plethora of snacks. Most of the other students stood around the table, giggling feebly to themselves.

Empty bottles of Fire Whiskey were scattered around the entire room, rolling under tables, under chairs, everywhere. Colorful lights hung around the room, illuminating the large area. Outside, the sky was black. It was near midnight and the party had been going on for quite sometime already.

Seamus stumbled on the unstable table and came up laughing loudly. Dean looked up at his friend and grinned. Seamus had already had several bottles of the potent alcohol and was well on his way to becoming completely sloshed.

"What do you want, Finnigan?" Blaise Zabini asked him skeptically, not coming any closer to the table than he already was.

"It's the end of the year!" Seamus shouted and the students around him cheered. "Our last year here at Hogwarts." He gave a huge reminiscent sigh. The rest of the students gazed up at him with kind of glazed over looks of complacency on their faces.

"Here, here!" someone shouted from the back of the room and Seamus grinned drunkenly, swaying slightly.

"We all know what that means, don't we?!" he shouted, waving his drink around, not noticing when the contents sloshed out and onto the table.

"What?" someone yelled.

"Time to make amends!" Seamus slurred. "We gotta 'pologize for all the stupid stuff we did!"

"We do?" Blaise drawled. He looked over to where Draco stood. His eyebrows were raised skeptically as he watched Seamus on top of the table.

"O' course!" Seamus exclaimed. He jumped down from the table, staggering upon his landing. He walked through the crowd and over to Blaise.

Blaise eyed him nervously, wanting to back up but not resolving to just yet. The dull sound of a music came up around them. A song came on around them and people started nodding along with the music, still watching Seamus as he moved closer to Blaise.

Seamus got within less than a foot of Blaise and gave him a mysterious smile. He flung his arms around Blaise's shoulders and Blaise was completely shocked.

"What the fuck?! Finnigan, get off me!" he exclaimed, trying to undo Seamus' arms from around his neck.

"Nu uh," Seamus said, shaking his head. His eyes were a little unfocused as he looked at Blaise. He looked around desperately for someone to help him but all the Slytherins had somehow disappeared into the crowd. Only Draco was left, smirking at his friend. Blaise sent him a silent message with his eyes, begging for some kind of intervention.

To his shock, Draco just shrugged and vanished into the crowd. Blaise turned back to Seamus who was still draped around his neck. He reached up and grabbed his arms, trying to pry him off.

"Blaise," Seamus whispered, licking his lips slightly. Blaise stopped trying to remove him at his first name.

"Finnigan, what is your problem? Get the hell off of me!"

Seamus only tightened his grip, sliding his body closer. Blaise gave him an incredulous look. Seamus' eyes flitted down and over Blaise's body. His eyes took in the tightly muscled stomach that was just visible under the tee shirt Blaise had chosen for the night.

Seamus leaned forward to whisper in Blaise's ear so that no one else could hear.

"I want you to fuck me," he whispered. Blaise jerked backward, staring at him.

"What?!" he exclaimed. Seamus looked at him, lust in his eyes. He licked his lips again, never breaking eye-contact.

"Come on," he whispered seductively. "You can't deny you don't want to."

He leaned forward, nipping at Blaise's neck. He slid his hand into Blaise's short, dark hair. He dipped his hot tongue into the hollow of Blaise's neck, bathing the tanned skin there. Blaise's head tilted to the side involuntarily as Seamus continued his exploration over his neck. His hand gripped the short strands of his dark hair, tugging at it lightly.

A loud noise from a drum in the music brought Blaise back to reality. He tried to jerk away from Seamus but was still prevented by his arms.

"Finnigan, you're drunk," he said seriously. The sandy-haired boy looked up at him and frowned. He bit his lip in concentration as he thought.

"So?" he asked, moving his body closer and Blaise could feel his growing hardness pressing into his thigh. "That's no excuse."

"You'll regret this in the morning," Blaise said warningly.

"Oh, I doubt that," Seamus said, giving him a lopsided smile. He took a step and staggered to the side. Blaise reached out and grabbed him purely by reaction. He pulled him upright, his hands now on his waist.

Seamus looked down at his hands then back up at him. He smirked as he looked at the gorgeous Italian.

"I knew you couldn't resist me," he slurred.

"Listen, Finni--" He stopped abruptly as Seamus shifted his body, pressing his hard length into Blaise's crotch. He squeezed his eyes shut, willing himself to resist.

He opened them to find Seamus smiling at him seductively. He rolled his hips into Blaise's, feeling his cock grow harder as he did so. Blaise bit his lip to stop himself from moaning, which would definitely give Seamus the impression he was enjoying it.

Seamus continued his actions while leaning in close to his ear once more.

"Please," he whispered. "Fuck me."

Blaise struggled to control his breathing as Seamus' rolls became harder, thrusting his hips slightly into the hardness that had developed there. Blaise's hands slid from his waist down to his hips, gripping them tightly.

Around them, the crowd noticed nothing, all too drunk to care. Blaise was vaguely aware of the other students milling around them, swaying drunkenly to the music that was playing loudly.

He could hear Seamus' breathing becoming labored. Seamus looked up at him, his eyes glazed over in a combination of alcohol and lust. In a second, Blaise leaned down and captured his lips in a kiss.

Seamus moaned as his mouth was plundered by Blaise's skillful tongue, tasting all that he could, urging him to respond in the same matter. Seamus' arms slid over Blaise's shoulders, holding him tighter to himself.

Blaise pulled Seamus' lower lip into his mouth, nibbling on the plump lip, drawing a moan from the sandy-blond boy. Blaise broke the kiss suddenly and Seamus looked winded. He reached up and slid a hand around Blaise's neck, pulling him back to his lips.

Blaise stopped just before their lips touched again. He rested his forehead against Seamus' and Seamus' eyes drifted closed.

"We have to get out of here," Blaise whispered, panting slightly.

"Mmhmm," Seamus agreed quietly, nodding his head slightly. He opened his eyes as Blaise grabbed his hand and tugged him away through the crowd.

They burst out into the hallway and he looked around furtively. Seamus came up behind him, hands sliding around his waist and kissing his neck.

Blaise spotted an open door down the corridor and dragged Seamus to it. They went in quickly and Blaise slammed the door, locking it behind him. He turned around and was immediately pushed up against the cold, stone wall.

Seamus pushed his hands under the dark-haired boy's shirt, pushing it up and off. It fell to the floor and no one took any notice. Seamus stared in marvel at Blaise's toned torso, he ran a hand tentatively over the muscles and up his chest.

When they reached his neck, they slid behind and jerked him into a heated kiss. They staggered backward, stumbling around desks, still locked in the kiss, tongues battling for dominance. Seamus made a noise of distress when they hit a desk.

Blaise took no notice, pushing him back so that he had no choice but to climb on top of the wooden desk. He crawled up and on top of him. Seamus pulled him into another kiss, hands gripping his hair tightly in the passion of the moment.

When they broke apart, they were both panting. Seamus looked up at Blaise through lust-glazed eyes, wanting more. Blaise moved down to suck on Seamus' neck. He moved quickly, sliding his tongue over the exposed throat. He nipped at the flesh with his teeth.

Seamus moaned loudly at the sensations he was causing. He arched his body upward, his erection brushing against Blaise's, shooting waves of heat through him. Blaise pulled away, ignoring the noise of protest that issued from Seamus.

He slid his hands under Seamus' shirt, grazing over the tanned skin. He grabbed the shirt and pulled it over his head in one smooth motion. Seamus lurched upward, crushing their lips together once the offending article of clothing was off.

Blaise broke the kiss, panting heavily. Seamus was lying underneath him, his eyes closed, also breathing hard. When Blaise pulled away, he opened his eyes, looking at him.

"Fuck me," he panted, pushing his body upward, once again brushing the hardness against Blaise's own throbbing member.

Blaise leaned in and scraped his teeth along his neck, coming to whisper in his ear.

"You want this?" he asked, kissing Seamus' ear lightly before sucking the lobe into his mouth.

"Fuck yes!" Seamus practically screamed.

"How much?" Blaise whispered torturously, sliding a hand down between their bodies and slipping under Seamus' zipper down to grasp his pulsing cock. Seamus gasped and his eyes shot open wide. He searched for Blaise's eyes, locking gaze with him.

"I want you right now, please, Blaise. I want to feel you inside me," he gasped. Blaise smirked down at the panting boy beneath him.

He slid his hand out from under the jean material and instead undid the zipper one-handedly. He tugged at the jeans, pulling them down over Seamus' slim hips. He pushed and pulled them until they came off then shoved them to the floor.

He gave Seamus a quick kiss before sitting up and pulling off his own pants and boxers. He removed Seamus' boxers, watching as his cock sprang free from its confinements. He reached down and stroked it softly.

Seamus groaned, arching his back off the table. Blaise searched for his wand quickly, pulling it out of the pile of clothes on the floor. He muttered a spell and Seamus arched as a slick liquid penetrated his body.

He felt Blaise insert a finger into his opening, successfully stretching him. He added another finger, smirking when Seamus gasped as he hit his prostrate within him.

"Blaise," he gasped, his eyes shut tightly as Blaise continued to move the fingers inside his body. "I need you now."

Blaise looked up at his partner and decided it was time. He removed the fingers and replaced them with his rock hard cock. He gritted his teeth as he pushed into the warm tightness.

Seamus' gripped the side of the desk tightly as Blaise slid in further. Once his cock was fully sheathed within the tight muscles, he pulled out and slammed back in. Seamus gave a cry as he hit his prostate on his first thrust.

Blaise increased the speed of his thrusts, sliding faster into the willing body beneath his. He leaned forward, bracing his body by leaning on the table. Seamus was still panting, but reached up and pulled his head into a needy kiss.

It soon turned rough as Blaise bit down lightly on his lower lip. Teeth clashed and tongues intertwined, performing a delicate dance inside the hot caverns of their mouths.

Seamus broke the kiss with a gasp as Blaise angled his body differently, hitting that spot inside him harder and faster. Sweat glistened off Blaise's skin in the low light of the classroom as he slammed harder into Seamus, his tight muscles engulfing him every time, bringing him closer to completion.

"Fuck," Seamus cursed loudly as Blaise moved faster and harder inside him. "Faster, god, faster!"

Blaise immediately complied, increasing the speed of his thrusts, slamming into his body with wild abandon. Seamus shoved his body up to meet Blaise thrust for thrust. His muscles contracted around Blaise's hard cock, nearly causing him to cum.

"Seamus," Blaise gasped through his thrusts. "I--I'm gonna--"

He never finished the sentence as he came hard inside Seamus' tight body. He closed his eyes as it came over him, washing over him in a wave of heat. He felt Seamus cum as well, his seed covering his chest.

When he had finished, he barely had enough strength to lie down on the desk next to Seamus. They were both breathing hard as they lay there, not saying anything.

At length, Blaise sat up, looking over at Seamus who hadn't moved since they had finished. Blaise reached down and grabbed his pants, slipping them on after a quick cleansing spell.

He was about to get up when he felt a hand on his arm. He turned back to see Seamus grinning at him.

"Leaving so soon?" he asked mischievously.

"You won't remember this tomorrow," Blaise said with a slight smirk.

"Oh," Seamus said thoughtfully. "I think I will."

He didn't sound remotely drunk anymore. Blaise looked at him closely, wondering what was going on. Seamus smirked at him and sat up. He crawled over to straddle his lap. Blaise gave him a questioning look.

He leaned in closely, his lips barely touching Blaise's.

"Just so you know," he whispered, his breath ghosting over Blaise's lips. "All those Fire Whiskey bottles, they were only filled with water."

He pressed his lips forward and kissed Blaise softly. He pulled away, giving him a tongue-in-cheek smirk before climbing off him. He dressed quickly while Blaise sat in shock on the desk.

Once he was fully clothed, he walked back over to where Blaise sat, stunned. He ran a hand over his cheek then leaned in and kissed the corner of his mouth. He turned and walked to the door.

He stopped just before opening it and looked back at Blaise.

"I'll be seeing you," he said with a suggestive eyebrow raise. Then he pulled open the door and slipped out.

Blaise sat on the desk in stunned silence. It took him a minute to realize what had happened, and when it did, he jumped off the desk and raced to the door. He threw it open and took off down the corridor. He caught up with Seamus just as he rounded the corner.

Seamus didn't notice him but was suddenly slammed against the corridor wall. He looked up at Blaise, confusion etched into his face.

"Finnigan," Blaise growled and Seamus raised his eyebrows, confused. "You weren't drunk?"

Seamus was taken aback, not expecting that.

"No," he said simply, watching Blaise carefully. He could see him hesitating.

"You manipulated me."

"Not really."

Blaise paused, looking closely at the Irish boy. He moved closer, cocking his head to the right. Seamus still looked slightly confused. Blaise hesitated, his tongue flicking out to wet his dry lips. Without warning, he pressed his lips against Seamus'.

He pulled away quickly before he had any chance to respond. His eyes flickered up and down Seamus' body before reaching his sea-green eyes. Seamus was smiling slightly, trying not to be too obvious.

"Well?" he asked, his eyes sparkling mischievously.

"Then I guess I will be seeing you," Blaise replied, moving away from Seamus and off down the corridor. Before he disappeared beyond the corner, he glanced back at Seamus, unable to stop and small smile that appeared on his face.

Seamus' face split into a grin as he practically skipped back to the dormitory, finally having done what he'd wanted for many years.

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