A Four Leaf Clover

A/N: I’ve been throwing around the idea for this fic for quite some time, but a quick search on fanfiction.net to say the least, inspired me… seeing there was only a few (literally only four) fics with Neville and Seamus as a couple and frankly… I’m a minor character freak, and this couple inspires me… This was all done in one night after being driven away from homework (yes, bad me, scanning fanfics when I’m supposed to be writing a small autobiography)… My inspiration: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/2526389/1/ Quite a good fic, but without further ado….

Four Leaf Clover

Neville never knew what exactly had possessed him to suggest to his dorm mates that Friday night be game night for those that weren’t out and about. After two weeks and only him and Seamus being in the room on Friday nights, Dean being off with Lavender, Harry with Draco, and Ron and Hermione. It always struck him as very strange that Seamus, being openly gay as he was never seemed to go on anymore dates with Blaise Zabini, after getting caught in a classroom by Snape doing his usual late night rounds. He currently sat on Seamus’ bed playing poker and three sickles in the pot.

“Well Nev, it’s your bet,” Seamus said with a smile, holding his three of a kind proudly.

Neville looked back and forth between his cards and Seamus, his flush was modest, but he really didn’t desire to push his luck. “Th-Three more…” he stuttered out, doing his best to act nervous.

Seamus looked at Neville, chewing on his lip. “I believe we should be makin' this interesting…” He suppressed a chuckle at Neville’s eyes bulging out slightly. “I’m willing to put a dare on it.”

“Wh-what kind of dare?”

“Whatever the other chooses.” Seamus suggestive smirk would have put Draco’s to shame. C’mon Nev, you don’t know how to play cards, I want this one to be fun, he thought evilly.

Neville pondered the idea for a few seconds and decided it wasn’t likely he’d loose. “Deal.”

“I’ll start having fun with-“

Neville set down his five hearts and smiled at Seamus, any trace of nerves disappearing from his face. “I believe you mean, you’ll be having fun with my flush.”

“That… you… oh bloody hell…” Seamus tossed down his cards, crossing his arms over his chest, looking quite spare.

Neville started collecting his money and set it into one of his pockets when Seamus spoke up.

“Well what’ll it be?”

Neville had briefly forgotten the entire matter of the dare. His eyes were on the money so he could buy a few new seeds that he had spotted in Herbology Weekly. “Um, well, I don’t know…”

“Surely there must be something…” Seamus could feel himself pouting. He had had ideas with this dare and he should have won the stupid hand.

“I really don’t know… IOU perhaps?”

“Fine… let’s play a few more hands… but you’ve taken all me money,” he lied, “perhaps a few rounds of strip poker?”

“Well… I suppose…” Neville said nervously. He’d thinned down considerably this past summer doing as much work as he had, since his Grandma had finally permitted him to get a proper job, and he dare say almost had some muscles going, but he was still very much so body conscious, but his last win had given him some confidence.

A few hands later both boys found themselves down the just a few articles of clothing, Seamus still with his jeans and undershirt, while Neville just his boxers and his undershirt. The cards were dealt once again as they started to consider what they’d wager.

Seamus looked Neville’s body up and down. He was looking very attractive with his curly brown hair just above his bright blue eyes, his undershirt slight taught, a size too small and he couldn’t help but wonder what was under his bright red boxers. He could feel something stirring down south when Neville called out to him. “Er, yeah, Neville?”

“Can I ask you a question?”

“Sure.” He set his cards down.

“How…” Neville took a deep breath setting his cards beside him. “How did you know you were gay?”

Seamus was taken back slightly at Neville actually asking that question. “Well,” he pondered, “I guess you could say I sort of figured it out after a while… I mean, take for example Hermione, she’s right out gorgeous right?”

“Well… I…” Neville looked down at his hands in his lap. His response was barely audible. “I guess.”

“Well I couldn’t exactly toss off thinking about her. I was thinking more about Ron in the showers… or catching Harry and Draco in the bathroom. That’s what did it for me…” Seamus shivered recalling the memory of catching Harry with his head thoroughly buried in Draco’s robes. He could feel another spring in his pants.

“Oh…” Neville said looking at his cards again, wanting desperately to get back into the game. “Two pieces of clothing,” he said without realizing he’d be naked.

“Right…” Seamus said quickly, hoping his king would be good enough, the very prospect making his heart race.

Neville cursed himself silently realizing what he’d done. “Ace… ace high.”

Seamus looked at his cards and felt his smile drop. He quietly muttered in Gaelic. “King… high.” He watched as Neville sighed with relief. He shrugged off his outer shirt and hesitated to push off his jeans, knowing well he was at half salute.

Neville watched Seamus shrug off his undershirt and felt his breath hitch in his throat. Seamus obviously was having problems getting his jeans off, as tight as they were. “Might help if you stand?”

Seamus cursed again, realizing the truth in the statement. He slowly rose, feeling sweat starting to collect on his forehead. He pushed his thumbs into the waste band of his jeans and brought them up front to the bottom. Merlin, I’m really doing this… The button came off with some resistance and his hand moved to the zipper, slowly moving it down.

Neville watched in amazement at all of Seamus’ moves and had to remind himself to breath. He took a shuddering breath when the zipper reached bottom. He looked down at his hands, but his eyes were affixed to Seamus. Before he knew it the jeans were at Seamus’ ankles and his eyes bulged. There, in the center of Seamus’ boxers was a four leafed clover which was obviously pressed out from a semi-hard on. Neville felt his own cock grow harder.

Seamus felt the heat on his face. “So… another… hand?” He blushed seeing Neville staring at the bulge in his boxers. “Nev?”

Neville immediately looked down at his hands, blushing hotly. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes and concentrated on not letting himself get hard. I’m not looking at him like this, I’m not gay… A cruel realization started taking over Neville.

“Nev you okay?” Seamus asked sincerely, his embarrassment long forgotten. He placed a hand on Neville’s shoulder, only to get it shrugged off. “Talk to me Nev, please?”

“I…” Neville croaked out. “I just don’t know what the bloody hell I’m thinking, what I’m feeling. My Gran’s always going on about how I have to keep up the Longbottom name and comparing me to my father. I just… I don’t think I can do it. I’ve never found a girl I’ve really liked… and if… I don’t… there won’t be anymore…”

“Oh, Nev…” Seamus chewed on his lip briefly, then leaned closer. He put his fingers under Neville’s chin and brought his eyes to meet his. “That’s not true… Wizards can have tikes too. Is that what’s been worrying you constantly?”

Neville looked horror struck at Seamus. Had he figured out what was constantly bugging him, heard what he’d been muttering in the night behind his hangings when he was tossing off thinking it was him Harry was sucking off. After a rough swallow he admitted it, “yeah. It’s just… I thought… I can’t be… No one will approve of it.”

Seamus moved and sat next to Neville, putting an arm around his shoulder. “Honestly, some won’t approve of it, but you just have to tell them to sod off, you’ll feel much better, and it’s actually kind of fun… being with a guy that is…” he finished, an awkward silence settling between the two boys.

“What… what happened between you and Blaise?”

Seamus took his own deep breath. “That was a quick thing… despite what everyone says that was the first time we’d done anything… and his father wasn’t very pleased with him being with a Gryfindor… he’s working it out, but until then… I don’t know what’ll happen.” He chewed his lip. The one night with Blaise had meant a lot to him, but he didn’t want to be with someone whose father ran their life. He looked out the window of the tower, into the cold night.

“Can…” Neville could feel even more heat running to his cheeks. “What do you think of me?”

Seamus looked over at Neville and placed his hand behind his head and put their lips together. Neville had obviously been shocked at first and had frozen, but he quickly relaxed and started kissing back. Seamus pushed his tongue onto Neville’s lips and quickly gained access. After a quick battle the two separated, gasping for breath. “Mmm s’nice,” Seamus said, pulling Neville down to the soft comforter.

Neville felt everything behind his eyes pulsing, he was short of breath. He felt Seamus’ hand ghosting down his chest. Seamus began pulling his shirt over his head, letting it snag slightly when his eyes were covered, recapturing his lips before trailing his tongue down to the hollow of Neville’s neck , leaving his mark. “Ohhh…” Neville could feel his erection pressing firmly into his now taut boxers, and a small wet mark being left at the peak of the mountain. Stars flashed before his eyes when he suddenly felt his erection slap against his stomach.

Seamus slowly moved his hand onto the twitching member before him. He felt Neville jump slightly as he first put his hand onto it. It was a good fourteen centimeters long, slightly shorter than his and unlike his, a hand easily slipped around it. Moved his hand down slowly, getting a shuddering breath out of Neville. Seamus laid his head on Neville’s chest, ever so slowly moving his hand up and down, getting many squeaks and squirms. “Do ya like tha?”

Neville shuddered as Seamus shifted his finger so that one finger rubbed the thin skin ridge. He opened his eyes as he felt Seamus’ head slowly trailing its way down his chest, towards there. His hips bucked when Seamus mouth engulfed him. He huffed out three quick breaths, feeling Seamus slowly moving up and down on his shaft.

Seamus rotated so he could stroke Neville’s perineum with his fingers. He could feel Neville getting close and moved up Neville’s shaft with a quiet pop.

Neville whimpered at the loss of feeling. He looked up at Seamus as he rolled around and laid beside him, his own erection pressing hard into the four leaf clover. He pushed down Seamus’ straining boxers, and without a resounding flap his erection hit his stomach. He played curiously with Seamus’ foreskin, having been circumcised when he was an infant. He pulled the loose skin up, a small pool of pre-cum collecting. He pulled it down, releasing a small river of pre-cum down his fingers. He felt Seamus grabbing him again.

“I want to see you cum…” Seamus whispered into Neville’s ear, pushing back some of the sweaty curls. His hand returned and he was back quickly stroking Neville from tip to base, his hand meeting Neville’s brown course hairs. After a few strokes he felt Neville tense up, and he quickly backed off, getting another set of whimpers from Neville. He quickly sped up once again and brought Neville to the point, but backed off once again.

Neville felt his eyes bulging and his chest heaving as Seamus almost got him there, but backed off. He bit his lip to keep from crying out. Finally he felt himself get beyond the point of no return and felt the rush from his stomach and felt the great crunch and spasms.

Seamus watched with lust as a shot of cum went to Neville’s throat, another two to his chest, till finally it just dribbled out onto his stomach. He slowly traced one run from Neville’s chest up to the one on his neck as Neville lay gasping for air, as the after glow continued to wash over him. Finally Neville recovered and opened his eyes as he lay near him, running his hand up and down Neville’s arm. Seamus smiled at him, getting his blood going. “Can I try something?”

“Bloody hell...!!! absolutely.”

Seamus sat down across from him, his legs draped over Nevilles, their cocks nearly meeting. With Neville’s rapidly growing cock in hand he placed his in front of it. He slid his loose foreskin over Neville’s head, eliciting a quick groan from Neville, feeling the tips meet. After bending his knees slightly he moved closer to Neville, who promptly grabbed his hand and took over. He grunted, feeling the painfully slow movement of Neville’s finger on just the head of his shaft. With Neville’s hand in his he guided Neville’s lower grip more of the shaft. Neville quickly realized this and started moving faster. Seamus started breathing deep, feeling his orgasm building rapidly. “Uh!” He grunted.

Neville felt Seamus start to cum and kept stroking, feeling Seamus’ cum squirt all over his hard cock, sending him crashing overboard for the second time rapidly, spraying his own onto Seamus.

After they had both collected themselves Seamus finally spoke. “Mind doing that every Friday?”

“If it feels that good, we can do it everyday…”

“I think I could arrange that…”

Fin…




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