Trevor or Seamus - H/R - NC-17
Title: Trevor or Seamus
Author: shocfix
Summary: Basically, it was all Trevor’s fault. Or Seamus’. Trevor or Seamus.
Pairing: Harry/Ron
Words: 2100
Rating: NC-17

Happy Birthday, dear capitu - where would our Ship be without you?

It is a lovely, happy ship, and this is a lovely, happy bunny you let loose on me the other day….

It’ll have to count as AU, because they are merrily NC-17ing at school, so it has to be Seventh Year…


Trevor or Seamus
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Basically, it was all Trevor’s fault.

Or Seamus’.

Trevor or Seamus.

I won’t blame Neville, because all he was doing was Charms homework.

And Hermione has conditioned me to be at least mildly impressed by people actually doing their homework on time.

We were doing Amnesia Charms – something like an Obliviate’s little brother – they only last a day, so you can’t do too much damage.

You’d think.

Unless we practise them in the dorm; practise them on a toad sitting on the end of the bed; practise them on a toad that jumps off the bed at just the wrong moment, so the Charm hits two innocent bystanders on the bed opposite.

That is the first thing I remembered.

Something hit me and I looked up from my magazine and blinked at Neville, who was squawking and diving off the bed after Trevor, not realising that his spell had found another target.

And at Dean and Seamus, who were looking at me nervously.

And at Harry, who was sitting beside me on the bed, frowning at his textbook.

“What was that?” I demanded.

“Huh?” Harry said, frowning up at me for a little variety.

“Someone hit me with a spell!” I complained, looking round the room. “C’mon ‘fess up, who was it?”

Dean and Seamus looked at Neville.

“Oh,” said Neville.

“What was it, then?” I asked.

“Amnesia Charm,” he muttered. “Sorry, Ron.”

“What d’you fire something like that off randomly for?” I said. “There are people over here.”

“I was aiming at Trevor,” he said, waving his captured toad vaguely at me.

“Well, thanks a lot,” I complained. “How am I supposed to know what I’ve forgotten – what were you trying to get a toad to forget?”

“I was working on his flies,” Neville offered.

Seamus sniggered.

“His flies?” Harry echoed.

“Well, it’s hard to know if it’s worked on a toad,” Neville explained. “So I thought I’d remove his interest in flies – then I could watch him and see if he doesn’t catch any.”

“So, basically, all I have to worry about is not catching flies with my tongue?” I asked.

Neville shrugged. “I guess so.”

I shook my head and tried to return to my comic.

Harry was still frowning at me.

“What’s wrong with you?” I asked.

“Well, it hit me, too,” he said. “I was just trying to think about flies.”

“And?”

“Well, I don’t fancy eating one,” he said. “But I’m pretty sure that I felt that way before the spell hit me.”

Dean laughed.

I glared at him.

“Y’know what,” Seamus said, suddenly, looking rather serious. “I’m not sure the spell would have the same effect on the two of you.”

“What d’you mean?” Harry said.

“Well, Nev, did you have an image of a fly in your head when you cast the spell?” Seamus asked.

“Uh, no,” Neville said. “Just the word ‘flies’. ‘You will lose your interest in flies’.”

“Well, there you go,” Seamus said.

“What?” I asked.

“You weren’t hit with the command, ‘don’t eat flies, anymore’, where you?”

“Seamus, I don’t see the difference,” Harry said.

“You will lose your interest in flies,” he said.

“And like I said before,” Harry said patiently. “I doubt I had an interest in flies.”

“Not the same interest as Trevor, admittedly,” Seamus laughed, “But you must admit you…. oh, no.”

“What?” I said.

“What?” Harry repeated.

“Ach, it’s too embarrassing, I can’t,” Seamus pulled a face at us.

“What the fuck are you talking about, Finnegan?” I said, losing my temper with him.

He gestured at Harry. “Well, your interest…” he said.

“My interest in what?” I snapped.

He nodded ostentatiously at Harry’s lap. “Flies,” he said, significantly.

I looked at Harry’s lap. “Why would be interest in Harry’s flies?” I asked frowning at him. “Harry?”

“I dunno,” he shrugged.

Seamus snorted and held his hands up in surrender. “Well, the amount of unzipping we have to pretend we don’t hear,” he said.

“What?” Harry demanded.

“The two of you,” Seamus said. “All over each other.”

“Are you saying we’re a couple?” I gasped.

“Ach, this is awful,” Seamus muttered. “Nev, c’mon, we’d better leave them to sort it out, I really don’t want to have to explain what goes where.”

And he dragged Dean and Neville out of the dorm.

I looked at Harry.

He blinked back at me.

“D’you remember being a couple?” I asked.

“I don’t think so,” he said.

“What does that mean?”

“Well, I don’t remember doing anything together,” he said slowly. “But I don’t think I’d mind.”

“You… what does that mean?” I spluttered.

“Well,” he shrugged. “I wouldn’t mind a little unzipping.”

I boggled at him.

My mate.

My best mate.

But I didn’t feel like that about him.

Did I?

I looked at him objectively.

He was slender, but wiry.

His hair was dishevelled, and I did have an urge to push it off his face.

But I was just being tidy, wasn’t I?

His eyes were huge and green and staring at me.

His plump lip was being worried between sharp teeth.

I had to admit he was pretty attractive.

But that didn’t mean I was attracted to him.

I was just facing facts.

My best mate was a good looking guy.

Bloke.

And I didn’t fancy blokes.

Or unzip their flies.

I looked down at Harry’s lap.

He was pleating the hem of his t-shirt between nervous fingers.

“Harry?” I asked plaintively.

He shrugged again and moved a bit closer.

His teeth released his reddened lip and his tongue peeped out.

“Maybe we should try?” he suggested.

“Unzipping?” I squeaked.

Harry smiled.

Downright laviciously.

I think – I’ll have to look up what ‘laviciously’ means.

Later.

When Harry has stopped kissing me.

And surely I’d have remembered a kiss like that?

Because my best mate is a fantastic kisser.

His lips nibbled and teased and his tongue stroked and it was wet in the most fascinating way and he tasted fantastic and he sighed into my mouth.

Without even meaning to, I found myself clutching hold of his t-shirt, to hold him in place.

His hands came up to close over my wrists and he deepened the kiss, thrusting his tongue into my mouth and then withdrawing and somehow dragging mine with him.

And then he sucked enthusiastically on my tongue and something inside me just snapped.

I bore him backwards onto my bed and he groaned as my weight settled on top of him.

“You feel it, too?” he whispered between kisses.

“Feel what?” I murmured, running one hand down between our bodies and rubbing at the bulge in his jeans.

“Feel like this is what we do,” he said, tipping his head back so I could suck on his neck.

“I dunno,” I said, taking my weight on my knees and an elbow as Harry reached for my flies – despite Seamus’ theory.

“I know this is what we do,” Harry said desperately, unzipping us both and freeing our erections.

“I don’t care,” I said, trying to align our hips so our cocks were pressed together. “But I want to do it, anyway.”

We each wrapped a hand around our cocks and Harry used his free hand in my hair to tug my face back up to his and I started thrusting against him.

I’m not that great at multi-tasking, and found I couldn’t kiss and grind against him at the same time, so I let him take charge of the kissing again, and fuck, he was good at it.

And we were seventeen, and I didn’t care if we did this all the time or not, it was fucking fantastic and it didn’t take long for me to come over our tangled fingers.

I buried my face in his hair, whimpering as Harry continued rubbing against my over sensitive flesh, until he shuddered and stilled and I felt more wet heat on my hand.

We gradually returned to earth, still half dressed, still wrapped around each other, our bellies stuck together with our come.

“I know that is what we do,” Harry said softly, kissing my ear.

So, seeing as Seamus said they were used to ignoring our unzipping, we undressed and got into bed properly, drawing the curtains.

I don’t think I’d ever slept to well.

I woke up, with Harry wrapped around me, and Harry’s cock rubbing gentle circles against my thigh.

I still couldn’t tell if we’d done this before, but it felt as natural as breathing.

As natural as smiling at him as he blinked sleepily.

As natural as leaning in for a slow kiss.

“Y’know what?” I asked him. “I think that this is what we do, too.”

“Me, too,” he smiled, running his hand down to my hip. “Have we got time to do it again?”

I sighed as he threw a thigh across mine, trapping my grateful cock. “Only if we hurry,” I whispered. “It’s double Potions first thing.”

He pulled a face, but started rubbing me in earnest and it wasn’t long before he got me off and let me return the favour.

We wriggled into the previous day’s boxers and got up, and no one said anything about us getting out of the same bed, although Neville squeaked.

We cleaned up and showered and shaved and dressed and went down to breakfast.

I was pretty sure that we weren’t the sort of couple who held hands and kissed at the table, and we managed to keep our hands off each other all day, except for when Harry grabbed me and snatched a quick kiss behind a suit of armour.

Hermione didn’t frown at us when I pinched Harry’s last sausage.

No one said anything in the Common Room when we sat close together on a couch, reading the same Quidditch magazine.

Dean and Seamus were whispering together in the far corner of the room, but it can’t have been about me and Harry, because they knew more about us than we did.

Harry stretched ostentatiously, letting his shirt pull free from his waistband, and announced he was going to have an early night.

“Coming?” he asked me, casually.

I blushed, but I don’t think anyone noticed.

Dean was looking daggers at Seamus, and I don’t know what he’d done to upset his friend like that.

I was just glad that Harry and I were this close.

We didn’t argue about stuff.

I said goodnight to Hermione and ambled up the stairs after him.

We cleaned our teeth side by side, our eyes locked together in the mirror above the sinks.

“Don’t mind me,” the mirror snapped.

Harry smiled and it hit me right in the groin. “C’mon,” he said, and grabbed my hand and pulled me back into the dorm.

He stood on tiptoe to kiss me as we unbuttoned each other and we fell onto my bed, laughing between kisses.

We were down to our boxers and I had my hand inside Harry’s, wrapped around his shaft and running my thumb across the head when it happened.

A wave rushed through my body from head to toe, leaving me completely clear-headed, in command of all my faculties and all my memories.

And with my hand wrapped around Harry’s cock.

“I don’t think that this is what we do,” I whispered, unable to look at him.

“Fuck,” he whispered.

“I am going to kill Seamus Finnegan,” I hissed. “I am going to rip him limb from limb. Is he insane? What was he thinking?”

“And yet,” Harry said, in an annoyingly reasonable voice.

“And yet what?” I demanded rearing back to look at him.

“And yet you still have your hand wrapped round my cock.”

I blinked down at him.

He blinked back.

And smiled tentatively.

“Harry?” I whispered.

“How about we finish what we were doing and then kill Seamus?” he asked.

“Finish?” I echoed.

“Well,” Harry said calmly, thrusting up slightly into my hand. “By total fluke, he seems to have hit the nail on the head.” I squeezed his head gently and he gasped. “I reckon you should fuck me through the mattress and then we kill him.”

And, so, that is what we did.

I made Harry come and them we made Seamus suffer.

He was sorry.

So very, very sorry.

He’d do anything to make it up to us.

He’d do our homework.

He’d do my Prefect rounds.

He’d get us food from the kitchen.

The drinks were on him at the Three Broomsticks for the rest of the term.

We took advantage of that for nearly three weeks before he caught me going down on Harry and hit the roof.

And now he takes all the credit.

Well, I’m sure Trevor would take the credit, if he could.

And we always buy him a little something from the Magical Menagerie.

To say thank you.