Without A Paddle - R/S - NC-17
Title: Without A Paddle
Author:shocfix
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Ron/Seamus
Word Count: 950
Summary: Ron and Seamus have more in common than they realise.

Written for kaalee for Kaalee Appreciation Day!

Well, I could not appreciate you more if you had red hair and freckles!

I will take you to Kensington Gardens, and you can run for me there!

It works as a sequel to In The Same Boat, while relieving me of any pressure to include plot in this one!

Go and re-read, I’ll wait.

Right.


Without A Paddle
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We Flooed back to the flat, stepped over the fire lit, bobbing arse on the rug that seemed to be Neville and Hannah, and stepped into the hall.

Seamus moved towards his bedroom door, and I moved toward mine.

“Oh,” I said. “Um.”

“Where’d you be happier?” Seamus asked me.

I looked back and forth between the two, frowning. Mine was contaminated with too many wanking-and-thinking-about-Harry vibes.

“Yours; in yours,” I said firmly and he grinned.

“Ah, you’re more than welcome inside anything of mine,” he leered and opened the door.

“Do I get sexual innuendo throughout the entire experience?” I asked, following him into the room, closing the door behind me and watching him grab the neck of his t-shirt and haul it over his head.

“Capitalise,” he muttered as he freed a tousled sandy head.

“Oh I intend to,” I said, kicking off my shoes and struggling out of my t-shirt.

He snorted.

“Not capitalise on my innuendo,” he said, unbuckling his belt and ripping it through the loops.

I swallowed.

“Then what?” I asked, unzipping my jeans and stepping out of them.

“You get Sexual Innuendo, capital S, capital I,” he explained, helpfully, hooking his thumbs in his the waistband of boxers and sliding them down his narrow hips.

I kicked mine away and looked at him.

“Socks,” I said, frowning.

“What?” he asked, standing on one foot to wiggle his sock clad toes at me.

“Not sexy,” I said, gesturing down my entirely naked body.

“Ah, but they’re yours,” he reminded me. “I thought you’d find some thing familiar something of a comfort.”

I laughed.

“Idiot,” I said fondly.

“Ah, who’s the bigger eejit,” he said, removing the socks and throwing himself onto the bed, “the man in socks or the man who’s never put that beautiful arse to its God given use?”

I stood by the bed and looked down into his smirking face.

“The man whose face is inches from my cock and not putting his mouth to its God given use,” I said.

“Ah, but I thought you were gonna go down on me?” he said, running his fingers down my shaft.

“I’m welcome inside anything of yours, remember?” I asked, watching him stroke me. “And that includes that smart mouth.”

“True,” he said. “I wouldn’t be a good host if I didn’t let yer fuck my mouth.”

“Oh, will you just shut up and suck me?” I complained.

With a triumphant “hah!” at making me lose my cool, he slid off the bed and onto his knees and took me in his mouth.

I braced my legs and watched him.

Watched those smirking pink lips stretching around my cock as his head bobbed.

Watched those smiling eyes flutter closed as I thrust forward and he hummed smugly around me.

“’Sgood,” I muttered, shaking my head to rid itself of lingering images of black hair as I tangled my hands in fair and felt his hands come up to cup my arse and pull me closer on every stroke.

His tongue fluttered against my skin and I felt my balls tighten and my skin tingle and I gasped, “Shay, m’gonna come,” and he tilted his head back to meet my eyes and suck my soul out through my cock.

I blinked the flashing stars away to find Seamus sitting on the bed, with me kneeling and resting my head in his lap.

“Wow,” I croaked.

“Excellent,” he said.

“Where d’you learn how to do that?” I said, rubbing my cheek against his thigh and feeling my heart speed up again as something poked me in the back of the head.

“Dementor Charm School,” he said. “Nothing sucks quite like a Dementor.”

I snorted.

“Dean taught me,” he said, stroking my hair. “Let’s just hope that Ginny didn’t teach him, yeah?”

“Oh, fuck,” I moaned, firmly stopping the mental images of her kneeling at Dean’s feet from melting into her kneeling at Harry’s.

“I thought you’d never ask,” Seamus murmured and I looked up.

He was smiling down at me and his cock was arching against his belly and I turned my head and nuzzled it, inhaling his sweaty, musky scent.

I swallowed.

“What d’you want to…” I sort of asked.

“Can I fuck you?” he asked.

“Oh,” I gasped. “Um, yeah, sure, why not?”

“Yeah,” he said. “’Cos how can I resist a come on like that?”

“Well, I’ve just never….” I huffed and my breath hit his cock and he twitched and I liked it.

“Look at it as something Harry has never done, how’s that?” he offered.

I gazed up at him.

“How would you know something like that?” I asked. “Even I don’t know something like that.”

“Well, you know.” He shrugged. “Harry and yer sister was always off-agin, on agin, and she an’ Dean had another try - you were off Questing for two years...”

I nodded reluctantly.

“Well, she, you know… offered… ‘cos she knew about Dean an’ me,” he said. “Dean said that she needn’t. And she said that she’d have a go… that Harry didn’t go for that sort of thing…”

He eyed me, with a small frown.

I swallowed.

“So,” I said slowly. “My sister offered to let my best mate take her up the arse, but he doesn’t go for it; then she offered your best mate, just in case he missed your arse, but he didn’t go for it, either.”

“Um,” he said. “Yeah?”

“So, basically, I should let you take me up the arse, because either Harry doesn’t go for it, or so I’ll be one up on my sister?”

“Which one’ll get yer into my bed?” he asked.

“Because Harry doesn’t,” I said firmly.