This story is fan fiction. I do not own any of the characters mentioned, they belong to JK Rowling and Warner Brothers Entertainment, and any other respective owner. I make no money from the writing of this story.
Authors Note: This fan fiction was originally written for me by my good friend Ellie. I enjoyed it enough to want to share it with the rest of you. I went through and changed a couple of things, but this is 99% her original work. Enjoy.
It was a warm June evening, last night at Hogwarts before the sumer holidays. Harry was half packed, but lost track somehow. The beads of sweat were prominent, even in the dim candle light of the dorm. Ron had gone off somewhere with Hermione, probably to the common room. Neville was still recovering from the events of recent, and was in the greenhouses, tending to his plants. Dean was elsewhere, undefined and Seamus was unaccounted for. Harry decided to call it quits on the packing, and head for a shower, leaving the packing for the morning. He took his things; towel, clothes and slippers with him.
Passing the common room, he went into the boys showers, seeing it empty as it was afterall the last night and everyone was spending it with friends. He started the shower, letting it run for a moment, while stripping his clothes off piece by piece. Starting with his shirt, drenched in sweat, he pulled it over his head. His thin body glistened in the flicker of the candle light as he unlatched his belt, and removed his trousers. All that stood between him and the cool water now was his own pants.
Dropping his knickers to the floor, and stepping out of them, he finally stepped into the cool water letting it wash over his much deserving body. The cool air all around him enveloped him like cool serenity. He was totally relaxed when he heard the door open. Instinctively he turned fast grabbing his wand off the bench next to the showers, not caring that he was completely starkers, and faced the door, not trying to cover himself, until he realized it was only Seamus.
Seamus turned a brilliant shade, ducking his head and mumbling in his thick irish accent, and exiting quickly. He watched him bolt from the room, and shut the door hard, and blinked a moment. Harry wasn't all that embarassed. What Seamus didn't know was that it happened all too often, another boy come in, see him there and then exit quickly. It wasn't as if this wasn't a communal shower, why people were so afraid to shower by him was unknown to him. Harry was never quick to show off his naked form, but this wasn't a new occurance. He had been showering here for 4 years, and nothing would phase him on it now.
He went back to showering, deep in thought, his body covered in soap. There was no real reason for his mind to be so numb, save for his recent relationship problems. His love life was almost as tragic as his life, the way the public viewed it. There was no real reason for it, however. Turning the shower off, he pulled the towel in to his hands, drying his arms, then his torso slowly. He worked the towel over his body, drying it and absentmindedly slipping into his pajama pants. It was too hot for shirts, WAY too hot for shirts.
He dried his hair, then slinging the towel over his shoulders and gathered his old clothes, carrying them back with him to his dorm. The common room was still loud, though it felt late, it wasn't as if they had classes in the morning. He felt sure his dorm would be more than desolate by now, thinking the other boys had filed in and taken to their beds. He wanted to tell Ron of how Seamus had walked in on him in the shower, and had ran off so fast.
Climbing the stairs, not bothering to hang around the common room to see friends, but moving quickly so to be unnoticed by watchful eyes. Finally arriving at his dorm he pushed the door open to see Seamus hunched over in his own four poster. He crept in quietly not wanting to disturb him or make him uncomfortable when he heard Seamus breathe his name. He blinked and tossed his towel onto his bed, creeping closer.
Standing at the end of his bed, he saw that Seamus was wanking furiously with his eyes closed. Harry blushed slightly, feeling his own erection springing into action. Seamus seemed a decent size, and Harry couldnt help but run his hand over his own now stiff cock while watching. He gulped hard, and came around the side of the bed, facing Seamus. Taking his beaming erection from his restricting pants, he started to stroke it gently, breathing deep, so Seamus would know he was there.
Seamus's eyes popped open in suprise but softened when he saw Harry's dick in his hand. He looked up at him grinning goofily and spoke. "How was your shower?" Harry shrugged and his eyes closed slowly, only to reopen a second later.
"Could have been better...you didnt have to run off so fast." he said, running a tight grip over himself slowly, providing the thick pink head of his erect cock to Seamus's view. Seamus licked his lips hungrily, watching Harry intently. Noticing Seamus licking his lips, Harry stepped closer, pressing the head of his cock to Seamus's lips, which parted slightly to let his tongue slide across the most tender of spots. Harry moaned slightly, letting go of himself and letting Seamus take more of him into his mouth. He put one hand on Seamus's head, rocking his hips back and forth to slowly fuck his mouth. His head fell back as he got deeper and deeper into the boys warm mouth, and he felt Seamus incorporating his tongue, to deepen the pleasure.
He moaned, sucking on the thick juicy cock of his roommate, that he had often wanked to when nobody was awake. His own dick was so hard it felt like exploding but he focused all his efforts on Harry. Harry looked down at him, smirking and pulled himself out of the boy's mouth, bending over and kissing him. He pushed him back on the bed, crawling over him and stepping out of his pants. Their mouths clashed as they kissed, tongues wrestling with the other's as the the kiss went deeper. Seamus whimpered softly into Harry's mouth as Harry's fingers danced across the other's naughty bits until he started kissing a slow trail of passionate kisses to them. He looked up through his round glasses at the boy who owned such an erection, before licking down it slowly. He smiled, while licking lightly across his balls teasingly.
He lifted Seamus's hips up a bit, to gain access to his tightly puckered entrance. Letting his tongue dance over it slowly at first, he inserted a finger, tickling against his most sensitive places. He resumed working on the long shaft with his tongue, slowly sliding him into the back of his throat, and feeling the blood pulse, making him throb. Seamus arched his back against the bed, moaning and calling his name, professing that he had fantasized this over and over in so many years worth of wet dreams.
Harry smiled, sliding both his fingers out of Seamus's now very receptive hole, and his cock from his throat and positioned himself over him. His now rock hard cock ready for insertion, though he wondered if Seamus could handle it. He grinned deviously before speaking in a low growl. "You want me to fuck you, mate?" He said playfully and raised his eyebrows. Seamus stammered, and nodded, as Harry sunk into him, pushing deep. Seamus gasped, moaning and purring while rocking his hips back and forth towards Harry instinctively. Harry let his head fall forward, resting it on Seamus's bare chest as he pumped hard into him grunting with every thrust. His body once again glimmered with the sweat of his laborious actions, not to mention the heat of not only the evening, but the moment.
As the boys kept on, Seamus gripped himself tight, close to exploding. He was, afterall, in the process of working himself over when Harry had turned up. He shuddered, moaning louder, more rapidly before finally shouting and emitting a hot, sticky ejaculatory mess all over their stomaches. He panted for breath, letting Harry fuck his tight hole until he felt Harry's balls restricting against him and bucked his hips to let him spill his seed deeper into himself. Harry groaned pushing as he rode wave after wave of his orgasm out, straight into Seamus's tight ass.
Harry sat back on his heels, trying to catch his breath and looking at Seamus.
"Wow. I had no idea," he said, between deep breaths. "that you'd have been up for that."
Seamus smiled goofily again, nodding and caught up with his own breathing. "I've wanked to that at least one hundred times." he said, chuckling. Harry stood up, with Seamus's spunk still on him, when Ron opened the door. They both scattered to get covered, but Ron clearly saw what happened.
"What the bloody hell is going on here!" He raged, looking frantic. Harry pulled on his pants, and walked quickly over to Ron. Ron looked him over, in horrified disgust. "How long has this been going on? And Merlin's beard Harry, clean yourself up!"
Seamus fought with his pants, and stood too. "Only about 45 minutes." he said, clearly missing the question and Harry laughed.
"I just showered Ron!" he said, in retort to cleaning himself up. Ron left the room, to think about anything else, and Harry chased after him, wiping the gunk off of his navel. "Ron! Ron! Look! This was the first time, there is really no need to tell anyone, honestly." he said, trying to keep his private affairs PRIVATE. Ron gaped and stormed off, leaving Harry standing there, half dressed and sticky.
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