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Strange-Eyed Constellation, Post 7
Title: Strange-Eyed Constellation
Pairing(s): Past Fred/Seamus, Seamus/Dean, eventual Fred/Seamus/Dean, Ron/Harry
Rating: This chapter definitely NC-17: the story's first threesome!!
Summary: War can make strange bedfellows; peacetime allows kindred spirits to join together. Seamus discovers both, and in being true to the baffling desires of his heart, believes that love needn't come exclusively in pairs.
A/N: my thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
auntee_mame for the written beta; exceeding gratitude to wolfiekins and callumjames for letting me read aloud and giving me insightful feedback while I write this; also for their enthusiasm over what's certainly a rare trio. The title comes from Thomas Hardy's poem "Drummer Hodge."
Previous Posts:
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6
"Are you sure about taking the Floo? I'm more than happy for us to take Seth." Seamus stood next to Dean, their various dishes and bottles charmed to a small size and put in the leather backpack slung across his back.
"No, the Floo is fine. I'll just crouch down on arrival. I'm used to it, whether blind or not."
Seamus smiled at the levity in Dean's voice. He'd been even more tactile than usual since they'd left St. Mungo's, which didn't bother Seamus one bit. In fact, he'd housed mountains of smug satisfaction in making as many Muggles uncomfortable as he could when they'd stopped at a couple of shops on the way home; Dean had practically poured himself into Seamus, never leaving his side. Bigotry of any kind rubbed Seamus the wrong way. His mam had raised him to believe that people were people regardless of colour or background or the gender of whom they took to bed, if anyone. There had been her one less than shining moment when she'd insisted that Harry couldn't possibly have seen You-Know-Who, but otherwise, her beliefs and open-mindedness about the multiple possibilities about what could constitute as right for a person had made a huge impression on him. While she had often said that love was blind as he'd grown up, he believed that she would have been especially fond of the phrase now that it had been made so literally true in his own life.
"You go first. I'm right behind you," Seamus said, running his palm over Dean's arse as confirmation. "Floo powder bowl's right here."
Dean scooped up a handful, threw it in, and said, "The Cleansweep!" in a clear voice. Seamus did the same, nearly toppling straight into Dean once he found himself in Fred's flat above Wheezes.
"Welcome, welcome!" Fred was saying, guiding Dean into the kitchen.
Seamus watched, gobsmacked, as Dean enfolded Fred in a crushing hug. "Thank you again, so much, for what you did for Shay," he said.
Fred looked about as shocked as Seamus felt. "It was no problem, honestly," he replied, eventually wrapping his arms around Dean's waist when it became apparent that Dean's action wasn't perfunctory. "I'll make more. Blood, that is." He winked at Seamus, who had wandered around them, pulling his bag over his head.
After a couple of pats to Dean's back, Fred eased out of Dean's arms. "I'll walk you through the place so you'll find your way around. It's not that big, of course."
"Yeah, thanks."
"Oh, Seamus? How do you fell?" Fred tilted his head, concern written on his features.
"Fine. Really," Seamus said, emphasising the last word. "I'll just get out our stuff."
"Back in a few."
Seamus busied himself, pulling out and enlarging the quiches, fruit, orange juice and bottle of vodka. He cast a heating charm on the food and was rifling through Fred's cupboards without a thought when he heard more voices in the next room than he expected. He pricked up his ears. Warily he approached what he was certain was Fred's bedroom, pausing in the doorway when he saw Fred and Dean looking at something on the wall.
"Seamus? You can come in," Fred invited.
With no small bit of trepidation, Seamus stepped over the threshold. A full-sized bed was set against the far corner, the bedcoverings a garish violet with two large lions embroidered in the middle. Aside from the vivid comforter and pillows, the rest of the room was quite tame, even severe. A beautiful mahogany chifferobe stood, closed; a matching bedside table housed a candle and picture, which from a distance seemed to be of a few members of the Gryffindor Quidditch team from early in Seamus' time at Hogwarts.
"Hi, Seamus," said a voice both familiar and disconcerting.
Seamus turned and looked at the large portrait above a chest of drawers, the painting the focus of Fred and Dean's attentions.
"Hey, George."
Seamus was really quite at a loss as to what else to say. 'How are you?' seemed right stupid, and anything else became even more ludicrous.
"Don't be awkward— it's really not so bad, and Fred's in here for company. Well, my Fred. You know what I mean. Fred," he said, pointing at Fred in the room, "told me about what you did yesterday. Impressive!" George's grin was infectious, even though Seamus couldn't will away the queasiness at seeing him there, lounging nonchalantly against the frame and juggling. George had always been good at that, constantly throwing small objects about in complicated patterns with seemingly no effort.
"Thanks. It's not just anyone who can trip and fall into a glass door, that's for sure."
George let out a short laugh.
"Good to talk with you," Dean said, appearing to be far less troubled at conversing with George than Seamus was.
"Oh, are you going already?" The disappointment in George's voice was palpable.
"No, I don't suppose…" Dean's voice trailed off as he glanced in Seamus' direction.
"You two stay here if ye'd like. I'll keep going with the food. And drink," he said under his breath, turning his back on the large portrait as Dean and Fred resumed their conversation with George about West Ham football, of all things.
Back in the kitchen, Seamus made himself a strong screwdriver, taking a shot first for good measure. He found his thoughts wandering to the later months of the War, when the four of them had spent a fair bit of time together in either Fred and George's tent, or his and Dean's. It had been pretty decent company, even light-hearted on rare occasion, if you overlooked the fact that they left each morning on missions from which they weren't certain they'd return. Then came the day when Fred had grabbed Seamus' arm with a grip so tight Seamus knew he'd bruised. He accidentally bit his tongue, trying not to yelp and thus giving away their cover for the intricate trap they were setting, the taste of metal soon in his mouth.
"It's George," Fred had hissed, his voice raw as though he'd been yelling. Seamus' world had tilted, careening into a tormented realm of Fred's hushed rants that they had to leave, something terrible had happened, he just knew it, which could only mean that Dean, too, had been in terrible danger…
Seamus jumped when a large hand nestled softly on his shoulder. His glass slid from his hand to the counter with a loud clatter, some of his drink tumbling over the edge when it fell.
"Easy, there." Fred's words were balm enough to tug Seamus out of his morbid reverie. Fred looked at the carton and bottle before aiming his wand at the orange slick spilled on the counter. "Great minds think alike and all that, but I'd bought champagne. Bit more celebratory."
"Variety's not a bad thing," Seamus said, shrugging. Hand trembling only slightly, he raised his glass to his lips. As he took another deep swallow of his drink, a yawning emptiness filled him despite the warm anchor of Fred's comforting hand on his shoulder. It was as though he were a nautilus, with nothing but cavernous chambers echoing their vacancy. Irritated with himself and out of sorts, he stepped away from Fred and started feeling about in his rucksack for his cigarettes.
"Seamus. I didn't mean for you to feel badly by coming here. What's going on?"
Seamus snorted derisively through his nose. "Dunno. Just gonna go and smoke a cigarette or two, calm me nerves. Think maybe I'd just not really thought about yesterday. I'm catching Dean's case of the 'what might've's', dammit." He forced a smile, but it felt horrid on his face and quickly disappeared.
"You can smoke in here, I don't mind."
Fred's concern caused itching prickles at Seamus' eyes. Fuck. He really did need to just get out for a few minutes. Seamus violently shook his head.
"Nope. Don't even smoke in our own flat. Love 'em, but not the lingering smell, if you know what I mean."
"Sure. Mind if I join you?"
"Nah," Seamus said, grateful beyond measure and unwilling to analyse why. "Hey Dean?" he called toward the bedroom. "Goin' out for a smoke, mate. You coming?"
"No, but thanks. You can bring me a drink before you go, though."
A genuine smile quirked Seamus' lips as he put together a less-potent drink for Dean as Fred poured himself a glass of untampered orange juice. Seamus took Dean his glass, giving him a quick caress around the curve of his hip. Dean held on to him for a moment, tilting down his head to brush a kiss across Seamus' forehead. Seamus spared a look at portrait-George, and the incomprehension stamped on his expression.
Portrait-George bit down on his lower lip before speaking. "It doesn't bother me, not really," he said, though his tone indicated otherwise. "It's just that I'd not expected you two… that Dean would…"
Dean shook his head with an easy smile. "Shay's always been there. Now there's all kinds of other brilliant things about him I get to know. And being with him's better than any wank, or a random bird."
"Ach! I'm insulted!" Seamus exclaimed, hitting Dean hard enough in the stomach that Dean made an 'oof'ing sound and nearly lost his balance. "Thought you got all randy because it's me."
"Well, that's true." Dean's huffed laugh went into his glass as he took a swallow. "But that one announcer for the Green Knights, that bloke's voice is so sexy it ought to be banned."
"Right! That's it, I've heard enough," Seamus said as he went out of the room, though there was no real bite to his tone.
Fred stood in front of an open door in the back study that Seamus could've sworn hadn't been there before.
"It's a staircase to the alley. We keep it closed most of the time, but in the past especially if we thought mum or someone unsavoury was about to pop 'round, we'd head out this way."
"Unsavoury? Can't imagine you'd attract anyone who's the likes of that," Seamus said, heading behind Fred a few steps down the wide metal staircase. "This's probably far enough for me." He sank down onto the stair, gesturing for Fred to join him.
"You don't want to go to the street?" Fred asked, taking a seat next to Seamus and stretching out his legs.
"No. Rather be close by in case Dean changes his mind."
Seamus offered Fred the pack and he took out a cigarette. Once Seamus had put his in his mouth, he cast a wandless Incendio, glancing over to see that Fred had done the same. They sat in a companionable silence, though after a couple of minutes Seamus tugged down his pushed-up shirtsleeves. It was much cooler than it had been recently, a soggy day, grey and rife with autumn. Seamus took a deep drag, cocking his head to look curiously at Fred, who'd laid his head on Seamus' shoulder.
"It's been great, being around you again," Fred said quietly, letting the fingers of his left hand wave against Seamus' jeans-clad calf.
"Likewise."
A tendril of smoke curled sinuously from Fred's cigarette, held loosely in his grip above his knee.
"You seeing anybody?" Seamus asked, even though he was nearly certain he knew the answer. His heart leapt guiltily when Fred made a negative grunting sound. It wasn't that he wanted Fred to be unhappy, despite how broken Seamus had been when Fred had callously let him go. He must have dragon droppings for brains to think all three of them could somehow be together. It just wasn't done; he couldn't even explain why he still cared for Fred, except that when they were together the earth seemed more solid. And with Dean at his side, sharing bed, home and heart, Seamus felt utterly unconquerable. Surely Fred cared for Dean in some way, and Dean for Fred… perhaps. He was being uncharacteristically open towards Fred today, at any rate.
"No," Fred said at last, sitting up to finish his cigarette that he then tossed to the ground below. He leaned back on his elbows on the stair behind them. "Nobody since you. Dicked around a bit, even brought a couple of guys back here. That was part of the reason why I wanted you two over. Wanted some better memories to go with the place. You don't know what a truly shitty morning is until you've woken up with some bloke in bed you barely remember, a splitting headache and out of hangover potion, and your dead twin glaring at you from out of a portrait."
That miserable image made Seamus wince. He put out his cigarette and flicked it over the stairs before turning to face Fred.
"I'm sorry," he said, instinctively raising his hand to place it on Fred's jaw. Seamus found himself leaning in, not resisting his urge to comfort Fred, and pressing a light kiss onto his chapped lips. His eyes fluttered closed, the touch lingering as only the briefest of skirmishes was fought in his conscience. Fred's imperceptible whimper shut out the rest of the world as an equally soft moan sounded in Seamus' throat and he opened his mouth. Fred's hesitant tongue met no resistance as Seamus slid his into the warm, pungent cavern, the taste of tobacco and tangy orange juice mingling as the kiss went on. It was odd and new, though a dance their mouths once had known well. The heat and intensity of Fred's neediness and want was molten desire settling in Seamus' cock. Without thinking, he brought up his other hand to cradle Fred's face as Fred's tongue plundered his mouth. Seamus felt a deep throbbing in his groin, exacerbated as Fred's hands found purchase on Seamus' head and shoulder, pulling them closer together. Constellations spun behind Seamus' eyes until they pulled apart, Fred's thin lips glistening as he licked at them. His brown eyes held longing and caution.
"What was that?" Fred asked hoarsely. "Not that I minded, Merlin, but I'd said I wouldn't—"
"You didn't. I did," Seamus admitted, his pulse racing at the unexpected intimacy joining past and present. "I. Well… I've had these thoughts. They're ridiculous. Obviously I'm shite at doing right by anyone—"
"Seamus," Fred said softly, tilting his head and kissing him with closed lips, though he suckled on Seamus' lower lip. Bolts of lust dove straight to his burgeoning erection as he forced himself away, overwhelmed at how fiercely his body was responding to even the smallest of Fred's advances.
"You've got to do right by you. I should apologise," Fred continued, using the pad of his hand to rub at the corner of his mouth. "Won't happen again."
"No. It's my fault," Seamus said, frustrated at his desires and chagrined that he'd acted on them. "I want Dean. And you. I know it sounds like utter rubbish, but I keep thinking of us. All three. Together."
Fred's expression transformed into shock and wonder. He sat for a few moments, lost in his own thoughts as he absently threaded his fingers into Seamus'.
"That's…" His fiery brows knit together. "That's unexpected."
Seamus barked a hopeless laugh. "Isn't it? Sorry I said anything. Here, we should go back in. 'S'not healthy for Dean to be talking to George for that long."
"Dean's fine. George's glad of the new company, don't worry."
"I need my drink," Seamus said, feeling as though his emotions, loyalties and sense of what the fuck to do were all jumbled and spinning like the pieces in a Muggle kaleidoscope he'd once had.
"Seamus, wait just a bloody second," Fred said in a low voice, his fingers becoming vice-like on Seamus' hand. "I didn't even know you thought about me like that any more. I've never been one to care what people think or say about what I do, and, well…" He loosened his grip on Seamus' hand, allowing it to skate the short distance across his thigh to the hardness straining against his jeans. Fred's glaze flickered ferally as Seamus had seen so often during that time they'd been together before he seemed to rein himself in. "I'm a pretty open-minded guy. Dean's certainly easy on the eyes; I'd not kick him out of my bed if I found him there."
"No, he's already in your bloody bedroom, talking to George!" Seamus hissed quietly, loathing himself more by the second and wishing with all he had for a time-turner to do the whole day over. All except for the waking up with Dean part, that was.
"Calm down. You're acting like we came out here and fucked each other senseless. All you've done is told me something you really want. It's obvious, Seamus," Fred went on, raising his hand from Seamus' crotch to place it solidly on his chest. The gesture was enough to keep Seamus' mouth shut, which was probably a blessing given what all else might come spilling out of it. "So you love Dean, and you feel something for me. I don't think that's worthy of shunting you away to the fourth floor of St. Mungo's, and it's not O-Level blarney, either. I know that's what you were about to say."
Seamus looked at Fred, at the amused, caring expression on his scarred face, and felt a slight loosening of the strangled knots of guilt in his chest.
"Okay. I won't say it. But I've not said anything to Dean, so don't you, all right?"
He stood up and went up a stair before stretching out a hand to Fred, who clasped it, pulling himself to a standing position.
"I won't," Fred promised, nuzzling his stubbled cheek against Seamus' for a moment. "But don't assume things are impossible just because you think they're unlikely to happen." He winked before taking the last two steps in one long stride and heading back into the flat.
It took Seamus a few minutes to regain his composure, but as soon as he'd corralled his arousal and turbulent thoughts, he went back inside. He heard Fred chatting with Dean, joking with him at how disappointed he was that Dean hadn't put out their brunch instead of going on and on with George, and Dean's cutting but good-humoured reply.
Eventually they sat down to the spread the three of them had compiled, eating and drinking until the food was gone and they decided to move into the living room. After a couple more screwdrivers, Seamus felt only vague guilt about the quick snog with Fred on the stairs. Dean and Fred were getting on famously, talking about all sorts of topics while Seamus held up his end of the conversation. The minutes cascaded into a few hours, with the conversation growing more lewd as Seamus and Dean inched their way through the bottle of vodka. Fred stuck to mimosas, but it was obvious he, too, was feeling the effects of his own beverages. He kept bringing the subject back to men and sex, badgering Dean for his real thoughts on the matter. He even had Dean sit in front of him, ostensibly simply as a kind gesture to rub his shoulders and neck. Despite the placid chorus of numbing in his veins, Seamus could tell that Fred had ulterior motives. He didn't do anything about it, however, since he was equally curious to see if he'd underestimated Dean's attitudes and open-mindedness. Once Dean had relaxed, he'd been uninhibited in his affectionate gestures to Seamus in front of Fred, and appeared unabashedly happy to receive Fred's focussed attentions.
"Fred, it's not about looks, bloody hell," Dean said in mock exasperation after Fred had gone through a list of nearly all of the guys they'd gone to school with. "Especially not now. Now it's all about voices, and how people feel, but I'm pretty picky."
"You should be," Seamus joked, nudging under Dean's leg with his toe. He'd gone barefoot before sitting down to brunch, as he like to let his toes breathe whenever possible.
"Yeah, well you've only been with the one bloke. He's quite a catch, I'll admit, but maybe you should find out what it's like to kiss somebody else. I know, I know, it's only Seamus for you," Fred said, squeezing Dean's shoulders tightly in an attempt to stifle Dean's usual insistence that he wasn't into men as a whole. "But would it hurt just to try?"
"I assume you're offering yourself," Dean said, one arm looped around Fred's calf and the other feeling around to find Seamus' ankle.
"Could be." Fred let his fingers slide down onto Dean's upper chest, glancing over to Seamus. Fred's eyebrows raised; his expression was one of, 'See? Just watch this.' "What do you think? Worth a go? No strings attached to me— but no pressure. I know you think you're a one-guy man, and Seamus is it."
At the mention of Seamus' name, Dean's ease of posture stiffened minutely, and he looked over in his direction. Seamus got up onto his knees, leaning over to exhale hotly into the distinctive question mark shape of Dean's earlobe.
"I don't mind," he breathed before nibbling on the sensitive skin. "Won't change anything between us, promise. Go on."
Dean still looked as though his intrigue and uncertainty were locked in a stalemate. "He's your ex," he said, bewilderment threaded in his voice.
"He's our friend," Seamus suggested, rubbing noses with Dean.
"But I— you," Dean began before something shifted in him. "All right, then," he said, seeming cavalier but Seamus recognised the resolution behind his words. He laid his head back, lolling against Fred's abdomen, his expression almost challenging. "You've certainly got nice hands. Impress me with whatever else you're so keen to offer."
"Oh, I've a lot to offer," Fred said, his voice husky.
Seamus scooted back and out of the way as Dean turned around. He shuffled on to his knees, placing his hands atop Fred's spread thighs as Fred shot a rather incredulous look in Seamus' direction. Seamus reached sluggishly for his glass, taking a deep swallow. Like a lazy, summer sunrise, desire unfurled in him as he watched Fred reach out, his meaty fingers cradling Dean's jaw. When their lips met and Seamus could see Dean's mouth ease open, the affection he felt for both of them spread its wings and Seamus felt he could soar. He watched for a time, seeing Dean take control of the kiss. He was entranced by the muscles of Dean's neck as their tongues battled and slid, hidden from his view. His own passion was subdued in comparison, a kettle not long ago set on to boil.
Dean eased away first, his arms still draped around Fred's neck. Seamus took the opportunity to kneel behind him, scooting in until he was flush against his back, snaking his arms around Dean's waist.
"You're so sexy. Both of you," Seamus said heedlessly, caught up in his euphoria of seeing Dean's enthusiastic response to Fred's relatively tame advance. "Gods, but I want ye," he murmured into the side of Dean's neck. "The both of you make me feel like I'll burst."
"So." Fred's unspoken question finally took weight in a single syllable.
"Well, I've had experience kissing another Weasley, y'know, but this was nothing like that."
"You secretive codger!" Seamus exclaimed, genuinely shocked. "I never knew you and Ron had it on."
"Not Ron," Dean said throatily.
"Oh. Right," Seamus snorted, dropping his head onto Dean's shoulder.
"Brotherly honour aside, don't compare me to Ginny," Fred suggested, pulling Dean even closer to him so that he was sandwiched between them.
"I won't," Dean said, one hand reaching behind him to hold on to Seamus' arse. "You're passionate— I can tell why Shay fell for you so hard."
He grabbed at Seamus' backside as Seamus eased forward, meeting Fred's awaiting kiss over Dean's shoulder with an expectant hot sigh. He sank into the rapture of sensation, imagining he could taste Dean on Fred's tongue, though of course he knew that was impossible.
"Shay? Kiss me. Now," Dean demanded, worry flooding his voice.
Seamus pulled away from Fred's lips, panic rushing through him at perhaps having pushed Dean too far. Fred gave him a look of reassurance and he eased up so that he was sitting against the back of his couch.
"C'mere, a rún," Seamus pleaded, putting his hands on Dean's hips to turn him around. "Mo chuisle mo chroí," he said, realising that he was pretty well plastered to be consoling Dean in Irish.
"What?" Dean said, nipping at Seamus' lips and holding on to his upper back. "Sounds sexy, whatever it was."
"Just telling ye I love you." He spoke the words against Dean's kiss-bruised lips before licking over the soft skin. "Let's lie down."
"You're not angry?" Dean asked, following Seamus' lead and spreading out on top of him, slowly rutting against Seamus' growing erection.
"Angry at what?"
"That I liked it. Kissing Fred," he said as though the very idea were blasphemous.
"No. Not angry. Was sexy, watching," Seamus admitted, kneading at Dean's arsecheeks and hearing his own moans at the friction of their cocks rubbing against each other. "Can he join us?"
"Join us? Like how?" Dean managed, though he was kissing Seamus feverishly and had taken hold of his hands, pressing them against the floor.
Seamus wriggled his arse, and through his lust- and alcohol-induced fog, realised that Fred must have cast a cushioning charm. "Like kissing like. And other stuff, if that'd be all right." He heard the distinctive clink of a belt buckle being undone and metallic tearing sound of a zipper being pulled down. Tilting up his head, Seamus saw Fred lifting his hips from the couch, pulling his denims and pants down to his knees.
"What's a wank between friends, right?" Fred said, his voice raspy and gaze smouldering.
"You're not!" Dean exclaimed, his flush barely noticeable, but Seamus could tell he was embarrassed.
"I am. Can't watch something as exciting as you two without doing something about it." Fred's slender cock straightened as it twitched. He licked at his palm before rubbing his thumb over the top, the reddened crown barely showing from the tight foreskin.
"Fuck, Shay. I…"
Seamus hushed Dean's possible protestations and managed to roll them over, wanting desperately to get out of his own clothes, to taste both Dean's and Fred's cocks, one after the other. "Can I suck you? Please?" Seamus begged, already sliding down Dean's torso and tugging at the button at his waistband.
"But… Fred!" Dean whimpered as Seamus tugged down his trousers, hurriedly moving to untie and slide off Dean's trainers so he could have unfettered access to Dean's groin.
"Don't stop on my account. Please," Fred groaned, the sound of lusty frustration going straight to Seamus' steely cock. "Guess I'll spell it out for you, Dean. You're really fucking hot. Kissing you gave me a raging hard-on, and watching you two makes me wish I could join you. Accio lube," he growled, and Seamus moaned, his nose buried in the gingermusk of Dean's wiry thatch of hair.
"That's— you really— gods, Shay, so good," Dean babbled as Seamus set to licking and sucking his shaft.
Seamus swirled his tongue around the purpled dome before saying, "Tastes good," and sloppily but with relish resuming his blowjob.
"Fred?" Dean said tentatively, rising up onto his elbows. "Wouldn't mind more kissing, if that's okay. I can't believe I'm saying that," he said under his breath.
Seamus gave his approval by doing all the things he knew Dean loved, hollowing his cheeks for suction as he bobbed his head up and down, letting Dean set a pace for pumping his hips up while he stretched his hands back over his head.
"Fine by me," Fred purred.
Seamus hadn't known he could be more turned on, but there Fred was in his stocky, freckled glory, shirt and denims shoved into an untidy heap, easing down to the floor to lie down next to Dean. With a frustrated groan, Seamus let go of Dean's shaft with a slurp.
"Getting undressed," he told Dean, whose forehead was furrowed, sweeping his arm around to figure out who was where until Fred lay down beside him. Seamus pulled off his own shirt and tore a too-long fingernail in his rushed attempt to get out of his denims to free his aching prick. Fred recommended that Dean lose his shirt as well, and at last all three of them were skin to skin.
Seamus was adrift in a sea of musk and sweat, papery skin over steel, and waves of moans and grunts. Fred lay half across Dean, kissing and suckling and turning his upper body so they were nearly chest to chest. The fact that this was happening, and that Dean was a conduit of pleasure, made Seamus feel that he was flying. He hummed and choked a laugh of delirious happiness around Dean's shaft. Dean and Fred kissed, communicating without words as Fred guided Dean's hand down to take a hold of his leaking erection. Dean cautiously took to his task, the backs of his fingers rubbing against Seamus' face on occasion. Seamus caressed and fondled Dean's sacs, loosening his throat to take all of the hard flesh in his mouth.
"Shay, oh, fucksogoodcoming," Dean gasped moments before the vinegarsweet fluid coursed into Seamus' mouth. Dean's hand stilled as Seamus swallowed, coughing once he took his mouth off of Dean's softening cock.
"You okay?" Dean panted, taking the hand he'd had wrapped around Fred's cock to wave carefully in the air until he could place it on Seamus' cheek.
"Yeah. Never better. I'll let you get back to Fred," he said, his voice a bit rough from the coughing spell.
"Your fingers are wicked," Fred enthused, turning Dean to face him and bringing his hand back to wank him some more.
"What about you?" Dean asked, looking down his body to Seamus, where he was kneeling at the vee of Dean's legs.
"Don't worry. I'll bring myself off after Fred. Watching you two's bloody amazing," he said, fumbling around the sofa cushion to find the abandoned tube of lubricant and lightly coating his cock with a deep groan at the contact.
"You sure? I could return the favour," Dean said, his hopeful tone causing a small seam of worry to tear in Seamus' blanket of contentment.
"No, love, not right now. You've no idea how sexy it is, seeing you like this."
"I can take care of myself," Fred said chivalrously. "I thought you were enjoying it, but if not…"
"No, I am," Dean insisted, curling his fingers around Fred and pulling up and down with a slight twisting motion Seamus knew he liked to use on himself. "Just self-conscious, is all."
"No need for that," Fred said, his low voice reassuring and so erotically charged Seamus bit down on his lip. "Can I tell you how good it feels? How I nearly came at the look on your face when you let yourself go with Seamus?"
Fred's supple voice did the trick and Dean was soon kissing Fred again, his nimble fingers sliding up and down the hard shaft. Seamus needed to be a part of them, but he couldn't figure out how. He was aching to come, but he felt left out.
"Dean? You still want me in your mouth?" he asked, a bit embarrassed at how needy he sounded.
"Yeah." Dean's face lit up, and Seamus gleefully knee-walked up his body once Fred had made room.
It was awkward placement for Dean, and not only that, Seamus reckoned that Fred would've been just as happy for Seamus to offer to wank them together. Regardless, after not too long, Dean's vigorous tongue and talented lips brought Seamus to the edge and his release thundered out of him, profanity and praise spilling from his mouth. Seamus felt two hands bumping his leg and realised Fred was helping Dean out, being far more forceful as he fisted his cock until warm, sticky strings shot onto Seamus' leg and Dean's stomach. There was a ringing in Seamus' ears, his heart thudding against his ribs, and he was pretty certain he had rug burn on his knees.
He felt absolutely brilliant.
Seamus eased down to flank Dean on his left side, feeling as expansive and unhurried as clouds drifting across a summer sky. He snuggled against Dean while Fred got his wand and cast some cleansing spells. It cleaned up the pearly mess on Dean's side and fingers, but thankfully didn't erase the musky, heated scent of sex that lingered on the air.
"That was unexpected," Dean said, seemingly weighing his words.
"Never done anything like that meself," Seamus said happily, burrowing his nose at the hollow of Dean's arm until Dean made a disapproving noise and Seamus laid his head below his collarbone. "You?" he asked of Fred, who now sprawled out on the floor on Dean's right side.
"Nope, can't say that I have, but it was certainly memorable."
With his right hand, Fred played with the crisp curls of hair at Dean's groin, and Seamus was pleased to see Dean let his arm reach out to drape on Fred's thigh. Dean nudged Seamus closer so he could put an arm around him. Silence reigned in the room for a time; Seamus didn't have anything to say that wouldn't sound incredibly daft, and he suspected both Fred and Dean were lost in their own thoughts. Yawning, he lazed even more on top of Dean, stretching across the sunken plain under his ribs to tap at Fred's arm. Fred moved his hand up to intertwine his fingers with Seamus' on Dean's belly.
Seamus was cosy, well fed, still buzzed and lying naked with his lover and ex. Or non-ex. As he dallied on the cusp of sleep, his eyelids drooping shut before he caught himself and nuzzled at Dean's prominent collarbone, he hoped that Dean wasn't regretting having Fred join in their coupling. Dean was a bloke, and often just as horny as Seamus, or more. The more sex and stimulation, the better— but what if Dean thought this was just a one-off? Was it?
"Would you two like to kip on my bed for a bit? I wouldn't mind a short lie-down, and the mattress is far more comfortable than the floor," Fred said sluggishly.
"Dean?" Seamus asked.
"Maybe for a little bit. Fred, where's your loo again?"
They each got up from the floor, helping each other in turn, Fred first. Seamus handed Dean his clothes which he accepted gratefully before shuffling off to the bathroom. One arm was held out in front of him, sweeping through the air until he knocked his knuckles against the doorframe. Once Dean had gone in and closed the door, Fred tugged Seamus over to him. Seamus was wrapped in an embrace that felt novel anymore, being chest to chest rather than chest to ribs.
"That was bloody brilliant," Fred said, his scruffy chest hair pressed softly against Seamus' skin. "How d'you think Dean feels?"
Seamus was taken off guard at Fred's seemingly instinctive concern for Dean. Gratitude to him and, by extension given his somewhat loopy state, the world at large, bloomed in his chest.
"Not sure," Seamus admitted, "but you two seemed to be getting on like a house on fire."
Fred made an affirming, snuffling noise. "He's a great guy. I don't know that I'd ever have thought to ask him for a shag, but I'd not turn him down if he found himself in a right state and you were otherwise unavailable."
"But I'm the one who wants you both!" Seamus said indignantly. "I'm key."
"I've been thinking about what you said, on the stairs." Fred leaned back so he could look Seamus eye to eye. "A threesome mightn't always be all three together, y'know. It's also three separate pairs, with one person left out. You and Dean both seem to have a lot of jealousy. I'm pretty easy-going by nature, and I don't want to see you lose something that's so great with Dean because one or both of you lets your imagination go absolutely bonkers."
Seamus blinked, thinking about how to respond. "When'd ye get so thoughtful?" he asked, hearing the toilet flush down the corridor and realizing he needed to take a piss as well.
"I've had a fair bit of time to myself to think," Fred said wryly, giving Seamus' shoulder a squeeze before moving away to his pile of discarded clothes.
"Shay? Make me a drink, will you?" Dean called from the doorframe, stretching his hands up in the air and getting a quizzical expression when his fingertips brushed the ceiling. "Not strong, though."
"All right."
"I'll put out some water, too," Fred said sagely, zipping up his denims and running his hands through his still short and spiky hair.
"Ta." As Seamus padded to the loo, he asked Dean to save him a spot in the middle of the bed.
"Just need you by my side," Dean said, the simple words falling like seeds into rich soil. Seamus hoped he hadn't cast a blind eye to weeds that might choke this new garden, or that he'd planted such intruders himself. Fred's insight into him was disconcerting, but Seamus put it out of his mind as he took care of his body's demands. Back in the kitchen he got two more drinks together. He yawned and walked to Fred's room, unable to keep a smile from his face when he saw Fred and Dean speaking softly. Dean's expression was unguarded, and while they weren't touching, Dean had angled toward him, still leaving space for Seamus.
Maybe the vision for his unconventional life wasn't so far-fetched after all.
* * * * *
A rún = my dear
Mo chuisle mo chroí = the pulse of my heart
..:~TBC~:..
Pairing(s): Past Fred/Seamus, Seamus/Dean, eventual Fred/Seamus/Dean, Ron/Harry
Rating: This chapter definitely NC-17: the story's first threesome!!
Summary: War can make strange bedfellows; peacetime allows kindred spirits to join together. Seamus discovers both, and in being true to the baffling desires of his heart, believes that love needn't come exclusively in pairs.
A/N: my thanks to
auntee_mame for the written beta; exceeding gratitude to wolfiekins and callumjames for letting me read aloud and giving me insightful feedback while I write this; also for their enthusiasm over what's certainly a rare trio. The title comes from Thomas Hardy's poem "Drummer Hodge." Previous Posts:
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6
"Are you sure about taking the Floo? I'm more than happy for us to take Seth." Seamus stood next to Dean, their various dishes and bottles charmed to a small size and put in the leather backpack slung across his back.
"No, the Floo is fine. I'll just crouch down on arrival. I'm used to it, whether blind or not."
Seamus smiled at the levity in Dean's voice. He'd been even more tactile than usual since they'd left St. Mungo's, which didn't bother Seamus one bit. In fact, he'd housed mountains of smug satisfaction in making as many Muggles uncomfortable as he could when they'd stopped at a couple of shops on the way home; Dean had practically poured himself into Seamus, never leaving his side. Bigotry of any kind rubbed Seamus the wrong way. His mam had raised him to believe that people were people regardless of colour or background or the gender of whom they took to bed, if anyone. There had been her one less than shining moment when she'd insisted that Harry couldn't possibly have seen You-Know-Who, but otherwise, her beliefs and open-mindedness about the multiple possibilities about what could constitute as right for a person had made a huge impression on him. While she had often said that love was blind as he'd grown up, he believed that she would have been especially fond of the phrase now that it had been made so literally true in his own life.
"You go first. I'm right behind you," Seamus said, running his palm over Dean's arse as confirmation. "Floo powder bowl's right here."
Dean scooped up a handful, threw it in, and said, "The Cleansweep!" in a clear voice. Seamus did the same, nearly toppling straight into Dean once he found himself in Fred's flat above Wheezes.
"Welcome, welcome!" Fred was saying, guiding Dean into the kitchen.
Seamus watched, gobsmacked, as Dean enfolded Fred in a crushing hug. "Thank you again, so much, for what you did for Shay," he said.
Fred looked about as shocked as Seamus felt. "It was no problem, honestly," he replied, eventually wrapping his arms around Dean's waist when it became apparent that Dean's action wasn't perfunctory. "I'll make more. Blood, that is." He winked at Seamus, who had wandered around them, pulling his bag over his head.
After a couple of pats to Dean's back, Fred eased out of Dean's arms. "I'll walk you through the place so you'll find your way around. It's not that big, of course."
"Yeah, thanks."
"Oh, Seamus? How do you fell?" Fred tilted his head, concern written on his features.
"Fine. Really," Seamus said, emphasising the last word. "I'll just get out our stuff."
"Back in a few."
Seamus busied himself, pulling out and enlarging the quiches, fruit, orange juice and bottle of vodka. He cast a heating charm on the food and was rifling through Fred's cupboards without a thought when he heard more voices in the next room than he expected. He pricked up his ears. Warily he approached what he was certain was Fred's bedroom, pausing in the doorway when he saw Fred and Dean looking at something on the wall.
"Seamus? You can come in," Fred invited.
With no small bit of trepidation, Seamus stepped over the threshold. A full-sized bed was set against the far corner, the bedcoverings a garish violet with two large lions embroidered in the middle. Aside from the vivid comforter and pillows, the rest of the room was quite tame, even severe. A beautiful mahogany chifferobe stood, closed; a matching bedside table housed a candle and picture, which from a distance seemed to be of a few members of the Gryffindor Quidditch team from early in Seamus' time at Hogwarts.
"Hi, Seamus," said a voice both familiar and disconcerting.
Seamus turned and looked at the large portrait above a chest of drawers, the painting the focus of Fred and Dean's attentions.
"Hey, George."
Seamus was really quite at a loss as to what else to say. 'How are you?' seemed right stupid, and anything else became even more ludicrous.
"Don't be awkward— it's really not so bad, and Fred's in here for company. Well, my Fred. You know what I mean. Fred," he said, pointing at Fred in the room, "told me about what you did yesterday. Impressive!" George's grin was infectious, even though Seamus couldn't will away the queasiness at seeing him there, lounging nonchalantly against the frame and juggling. George had always been good at that, constantly throwing small objects about in complicated patterns with seemingly no effort.
"Thanks. It's not just anyone who can trip and fall into a glass door, that's for sure."
George let out a short laugh.
"Good to talk with you," Dean said, appearing to be far less troubled at conversing with George than Seamus was.
"Oh, are you going already?" The disappointment in George's voice was palpable.
"No, I don't suppose…" Dean's voice trailed off as he glanced in Seamus' direction.
"You two stay here if ye'd like. I'll keep going with the food. And drink," he said under his breath, turning his back on the large portrait as Dean and Fred resumed their conversation with George about West Ham football, of all things.
Back in the kitchen, Seamus made himself a strong screwdriver, taking a shot first for good measure. He found his thoughts wandering to the later months of the War, when the four of them had spent a fair bit of time together in either Fred and George's tent, or his and Dean's. It had been pretty decent company, even light-hearted on rare occasion, if you overlooked the fact that they left each morning on missions from which they weren't certain they'd return. Then came the day when Fred had grabbed Seamus' arm with a grip so tight Seamus knew he'd bruised. He accidentally bit his tongue, trying not to yelp and thus giving away their cover for the intricate trap they were setting, the taste of metal soon in his mouth.
"It's George," Fred had hissed, his voice raw as though he'd been yelling. Seamus' world had tilted, careening into a tormented realm of Fred's hushed rants that they had to leave, something terrible had happened, he just knew it, which could only mean that Dean, too, had been in terrible danger…
Seamus jumped when a large hand nestled softly on his shoulder. His glass slid from his hand to the counter with a loud clatter, some of his drink tumbling over the edge when it fell.
"Easy, there." Fred's words were balm enough to tug Seamus out of his morbid reverie. Fred looked at the carton and bottle before aiming his wand at the orange slick spilled on the counter. "Great minds think alike and all that, but I'd bought champagne. Bit more celebratory."
"Variety's not a bad thing," Seamus said, shrugging. Hand trembling only slightly, he raised his glass to his lips. As he took another deep swallow of his drink, a yawning emptiness filled him despite the warm anchor of Fred's comforting hand on his shoulder. It was as though he were a nautilus, with nothing but cavernous chambers echoing their vacancy. Irritated with himself and out of sorts, he stepped away from Fred and started feeling about in his rucksack for his cigarettes.
"Seamus. I didn't mean for you to feel badly by coming here. What's going on?"
Seamus snorted derisively through his nose. "Dunno. Just gonna go and smoke a cigarette or two, calm me nerves. Think maybe I'd just not really thought about yesterday. I'm catching Dean's case of the 'what might've's', dammit." He forced a smile, but it felt horrid on his face and quickly disappeared.
"You can smoke in here, I don't mind."
Fred's concern caused itching prickles at Seamus' eyes. Fuck. He really did need to just get out for a few minutes. Seamus violently shook his head.
"Nope. Don't even smoke in our own flat. Love 'em, but not the lingering smell, if you know what I mean."
"Sure. Mind if I join you?"
"Nah," Seamus said, grateful beyond measure and unwilling to analyse why. "Hey Dean?" he called toward the bedroom. "Goin' out for a smoke, mate. You coming?"
"No, but thanks. You can bring me a drink before you go, though."
A genuine smile quirked Seamus' lips as he put together a less-potent drink for Dean as Fred poured himself a glass of untampered orange juice. Seamus took Dean his glass, giving him a quick caress around the curve of his hip. Dean held on to him for a moment, tilting down his head to brush a kiss across Seamus' forehead. Seamus spared a look at portrait-George, and the incomprehension stamped on his expression.
Portrait-George bit down on his lower lip before speaking. "It doesn't bother me, not really," he said, though his tone indicated otherwise. "It's just that I'd not expected you two… that Dean would…"
Dean shook his head with an easy smile. "Shay's always been there. Now there's all kinds of other brilliant things about him I get to know. And being with him's better than any wank, or a random bird."
"Ach! I'm insulted!" Seamus exclaimed, hitting Dean hard enough in the stomach that Dean made an 'oof'ing sound and nearly lost his balance. "Thought you got all randy because it's me."
"Well, that's true." Dean's huffed laugh went into his glass as he took a swallow. "But that one announcer for the Green Knights, that bloke's voice is so sexy it ought to be banned."
"Right! That's it, I've heard enough," Seamus said as he went out of the room, though there was no real bite to his tone.
Fred stood in front of an open door in the back study that Seamus could've sworn hadn't been there before.
"It's a staircase to the alley. We keep it closed most of the time, but in the past especially if we thought mum or someone unsavoury was about to pop 'round, we'd head out this way."
"Unsavoury? Can't imagine you'd attract anyone who's the likes of that," Seamus said, heading behind Fred a few steps down the wide metal staircase. "This's probably far enough for me." He sank down onto the stair, gesturing for Fred to join him.
"You don't want to go to the street?" Fred asked, taking a seat next to Seamus and stretching out his legs.
"No. Rather be close by in case Dean changes his mind."
Seamus offered Fred the pack and he took out a cigarette. Once Seamus had put his in his mouth, he cast a wandless Incendio, glancing over to see that Fred had done the same. They sat in a companionable silence, though after a couple of minutes Seamus tugged down his pushed-up shirtsleeves. It was much cooler than it had been recently, a soggy day, grey and rife with autumn. Seamus took a deep drag, cocking his head to look curiously at Fred, who'd laid his head on Seamus' shoulder.
"It's been great, being around you again," Fred said quietly, letting the fingers of his left hand wave against Seamus' jeans-clad calf.
"Likewise."
A tendril of smoke curled sinuously from Fred's cigarette, held loosely in his grip above his knee.
"You seeing anybody?" Seamus asked, even though he was nearly certain he knew the answer. His heart leapt guiltily when Fred made a negative grunting sound. It wasn't that he wanted Fred to be unhappy, despite how broken Seamus had been when Fred had callously let him go. He must have dragon droppings for brains to think all three of them could somehow be together. It just wasn't done; he couldn't even explain why he still cared for Fred, except that when they were together the earth seemed more solid. And with Dean at his side, sharing bed, home and heart, Seamus felt utterly unconquerable. Surely Fred cared for Dean in some way, and Dean for Fred… perhaps. He was being uncharacteristically open towards Fred today, at any rate.
"No," Fred said at last, sitting up to finish his cigarette that he then tossed to the ground below. He leaned back on his elbows on the stair behind them. "Nobody since you. Dicked around a bit, even brought a couple of guys back here. That was part of the reason why I wanted you two over. Wanted some better memories to go with the place. You don't know what a truly shitty morning is until you've woken up with some bloke in bed you barely remember, a splitting headache and out of hangover potion, and your dead twin glaring at you from out of a portrait."
That miserable image made Seamus wince. He put out his cigarette and flicked it over the stairs before turning to face Fred.
"I'm sorry," he said, instinctively raising his hand to place it on Fred's jaw. Seamus found himself leaning in, not resisting his urge to comfort Fred, and pressing a light kiss onto his chapped lips. His eyes fluttered closed, the touch lingering as only the briefest of skirmishes was fought in his conscience. Fred's imperceptible whimper shut out the rest of the world as an equally soft moan sounded in Seamus' throat and he opened his mouth. Fred's hesitant tongue met no resistance as Seamus slid his into the warm, pungent cavern, the taste of tobacco and tangy orange juice mingling as the kiss went on. It was odd and new, though a dance their mouths once had known well. The heat and intensity of Fred's neediness and want was molten desire settling in Seamus' cock. Without thinking, he brought up his other hand to cradle Fred's face as Fred's tongue plundered his mouth. Seamus felt a deep throbbing in his groin, exacerbated as Fred's hands found purchase on Seamus' head and shoulder, pulling them closer together. Constellations spun behind Seamus' eyes until they pulled apart, Fred's thin lips glistening as he licked at them. His brown eyes held longing and caution.
"What was that?" Fred asked hoarsely. "Not that I minded, Merlin, but I'd said I wouldn't—"
"You didn't. I did," Seamus admitted, his pulse racing at the unexpected intimacy joining past and present. "I. Well… I've had these thoughts. They're ridiculous. Obviously I'm shite at doing right by anyone—"
"Seamus," Fred said softly, tilting his head and kissing him with closed lips, though he suckled on Seamus' lower lip. Bolts of lust dove straight to his burgeoning erection as he forced himself away, overwhelmed at how fiercely his body was responding to even the smallest of Fred's advances.
"You've got to do right by you. I should apologise," Fred continued, using the pad of his hand to rub at the corner of his mouth. "Won't happen again."
"No. It's my fault," Seamus said, frustrated at his desires and chagrined that he'd acted on them. "I want Dean. And you. I know it sounds like utter rubbish, but I keep thinking of us. All three. Together."
Fred's expression transformed into shock and wonder. He sat for a few moments, lost in his own thoughts as he absently threaded his fingers into Seamus'.
"That's…" His fiery brows knit together. "That's unexpected."
Seamus barked a hopeless laugh. "Isn't it? Sorry I said anything. Here, we should go back in. 'S'not healthy for Dean to be talking to George for that long."
"Dean's fine. George's glad of the new company, don't worry."
"I need my drink," Seamus said, feeling as though his emotions, loyalties and sense of what the fuck to do were all jumbled and spinning like the pieces in a Muggle kaleidoscope he'd once had.
"Seamus, wait just a bloody second," Fred said in a low voice, his fingers becoming vice-like on Seamus' hand. "I didn't even know you thought about me like that any more. I've never been one to care what people think or say about what I do, and, well…" He loosened his grip on Seamus' hand, allowing it to skate the short distance across his thigh to the hardness straining against his jeans. Fred's glaze flickered ferally as Seamus had seen so often during that time they'd been together before he seemed to rein himself in. "I'm a pretty open-minded guy. Dean's certainly easy on the eyes; I'd not kick him out of my bed if I found him there."
"No, he's already in your bloody bedroom, talking to George!" Seamus hissed quietly, loathing himself more by the second and wishing with all he had for a time-turner to do the whole day over. All except for the waking up with Dean part, that was.
"Calm down. You're acting like we came out here and fucked each other senseless. All you've done is told me something you really want. It's obvious, Seamus," Fred went on, raising his hand from Seamus' crotch to place it solidly on his chest. The gesture was enough to keep Seamus' mouth shut, which was probably a blessing given what all else might come spilling out of it. "So you love Dean, and you feel something for me. I don't think that's worthy of shunting you away to the fourth floor of St. Mungo's, and it's not O-Level blarney, either. I know that's what you were about to say."
Seamus looked at Fred, at the amused, caring expression on his scarred face, and felt a slight loosening of the strangled knots of guilt in his chest.
"Okay. I won't say it. But I've not said anything to Dean, so don't you, all right?"
He stood up and went up a stair before stretching out a hand to Fred, who clasped it, pulling himself to a standing position.
"I won't," Fred promised, nuzzling his stubbled cheek against Seamus' for a moment. "But don't assume things are impossible just because you think they're unlikely to happen." He winked before taking the last two steps in one long stride and heading back into the flat.
It took Seamus a few minutes to regain his composure, but as soon as he'd corralled his arousal and turbulent thoughts, he went back inside. He heard Fred chatting with Dean, joking with him at how disappointed he was that Dean hadn't put out their brunch instead of going on and on with George, and Dean's cutting but good-humoured reply.
Eventually they sat down to the spread the three of them had compiled, eating and drinking until the food was gone and they decided to move into the living room. After a couple more screwdrivers, Seamus felt only vague guilt about the quick snog with Fred on the stairs. Dean and Fred were getting on famously, talking about all sorts of topics while Seamus held up his end of the conversation. The minutes cascaded into a few hours, with the conversation growing more lewd as Seamus and Dean inched their way through the bottle of vodka. Fred stuck to mimosas, but it was obvious he, too, was feeling the effects of his own beverages. He kept bringing the subject back to men and sex, badgering Dean for his real thoughts on the matter. He even had Dean sit in front of him, ostensibly simply as a kind gesture to rub his shoulders and neck. Despite the placid chorus of numbing in his veins, Seamus could tell that Fred had ulterior motives. He didn't do anything about it, however, since he was equally curious to see if he'd underestimated Dean's attitudes and open-mindedness. Once Dean had relaxed, he'd been uninhibited in his affectionate gestures to Seamus in front of Fred, and appeared unabashedly happy to receive Fred's focussed attentions.
"Fred, it's not about looks, bloody hell," Dean said in mock exasperation after Fred had gone through a list of nearly all of the guys they'd gone to school with. "Especially not now. Now it's all about voices, and how people feel, but I'm pretty picky."
"You should be," Seamus joked, nudging under Dean's leg with his toe. He'd gone barefoot before sitting down to brunch, as he like to let his toes breathe whenever possible.
"Yeah, well you've only been with the one bloke. He's quite a catch, I'll admit, but maybe you should find out what it's like to kiss somebody else. I know, I know, it's only Seamus for you," Fred said, squeezing Dean's shoulders tightly in an attempt to stifle Dean's usual insistence that he wasn't into men as a whole. "But would it hurt just to try?"
"I assume you're offering yourself," Dean said, one arm looped around Fred's calf and the other feeling around to find Seamus' ankle.
"Could be." Fred let his fingers slide down onto Dean's upper chest, glancing over to Seamus. Fred's eyebrows raised; his expression was one of, 'See? Just watch this.' "What do you think? Worth a go? No strings attached to me— but no pressure. I know you think you're a one-guy man, and Seamus is it."
At the mention of Seamus' name, Dean's ease of posture stiffened minutely, and he looked over in his direction. Seamus got up onto his knees, leaning over to exhale hotly into the distinctive question mark shape of Dean's earlobe.
"I don't mind," he breathed before nibbling on the sensitive skin. "Won't change anything between us, promise. Go on."
Dean still looked as though his intrigue and uncertainty were locked in a stalemate. "He's your ex," he said, bewilderment threaded in his voice.
"He's our friend," Seamus suggested, rubbing noses with Dean.
"But I— you," Dean began before something shifted in him. "All right, then," he said, seeming cavalier but Seamus recognised the resolution behind his words. He laid his head back, lolling against Fred's abdomen, his expression almost challenging. "You've certainly got nice hands. Impress me with whatever else you're so keen to offer."
"Oh, I've a lot to offer," Fred said, his voice husky.
Seamus scooted back and out of the way as Dean turned around. He shuffled on to his knees, placing his hands atop Fred's spread thighs as Fred shot a rather incredulous look in Seamus' direction. Seamus reached sluggishly for his glass, taking a deep swallow. Like a lazy, summer sunrise, desire unfurled in him as he watched Fred reach out, his meaty fingers cradling Dean's jaw. When their lips met and Seamus could see Dean's mouth ease open, the affection he felt for both of them spread its wings and Seamus felt he could soar. He watched for a time, seeing Dean take control of the kiss. He was entranced by the muscles of Dean's neck as their tongues battled and slid, hidden from his view. His own passion was subdued in comparison, a kettle not long ago set on to boil.
Dean eased away first, his arms still draped around Fred's neck. Seamus took the opportunity to kneel behind him, scooting in until he was flush against his back, snaking his arms around Dean's waist.
"You're so sexy. Both of you," Seamus said heedlessly, caught up in his euphoria of seeing Dean's enthusiastic response to Fred's relatively tame advance. "Gods, but I want ye," he murmured into the side of Dean's neck. "The both of you make me feel like I'll burst."
"So." Fred's unspoken question finally took weight in a single syllable.
"Well, I've had experience kissing another Weasley, y'know, but this was nothing like that."
"You secretive codger!" Seamus exclaimed, genuinely shocked. "I never knew you and Ron had it on."
"Not Ron," Dean said throatily.
"Oh. Right," Seamus snorted, dropping his head onto Dean's shoulder.
"Brotherly honour aside, don't compare me to Ginny," Fred suggested, pulling Dean even closer to him so that he was sandwiched between them.
"I won't," Dean said, one hand reaching behind him to hold on to Seamus' arse. "You're passionate— I can tell why Shay fell for you so hard."
He grabbed at Seamus' backside as Seamus eased forward, meeting Fred's awaiting kiss over Dean's shoulder with an expectant hot sigh. He sank into the rapture of sensation, imagining he could taste Dean on Fred's tongue, though of course he knew that was impossible.
"Shay? Kiss me. Now," Dean demanded, worry flooding his voice.
Seamus pulled away from Fred's lips, panic rushing through him at perhaps having pushed Dean too far. Fred gave him a look of reassurance and he eased up so that he was sitting against the back of his couch.
"C'mere, a rún," Seamus pleaded, putting his hands on Dean's hips to turn him around. "Mo chuisle mo chroí," he said, realising that he was pretty well plastered to be consoling Dean in Irish.
"What?" Dean said, nipping at Seamus' lips and holding on to his upper back. "Sounds sexy, whatever it was."
"Just telling ye I love you." He spoke the words against Dean's kiss-bruised lips before licking over the soft skin. "Let's lie down."
"You're not angry?" Dean asked, following Seamus' lead and spreading out on top of him, slowly rutting against Seamus' growing erection.
"Angry at what?"
"That I liked it. Kissing Fred," he said as though the very idea were blasphemous.
"No. Not angry. Was sexy, watching," Seamus admitted, kneading at Dean's arsecheeks and hearing his own moans at the friction of their cocks rubbing against each other. "Can he join us?"
"Join us? Like how?" Dean managed, though he was kissing Seamus feverishly and had taken hold of his hands, pressing them against the floor.
Seamus wriggled his arse, and through his lust- and alcohol-induced fog, realised that Fred must have cast a cushioning charm. "Like kissing like. And other stuff, if that'd be all right." He heard the distinctive clink of a belt buckle being undone and metallic tearing sound of a zipper being pulled down. Tilting up his head, Seamus saw Fred lifting his hips from the couch, pulling his denims and pants down to his knees.
"What's a wank between friends, right?" Fred said, his voice raspy and gaze smouldering.
"You're not!" Dean exclaimed, his flush barely noticeable, but Seamus could tell he was embarrassed.
"I am. Can't watch something as exciting as you two without doing something about it." Fred's slender cock straightened as it twitched. He licked at his palm before rubbing his thumb over the top, the reddened crown barely showing from the tight foreskin.
"Fuck, Shay. I…"
Seamus hushed Dean's possible protestations and managed to roll them over, wanting desperately to get out of his own clothes, to taste both Dean's and Fred's cocks, one after the other. "Can I suck you? Please?" Seamus begged, already sliding down Dean's torso and tugging at the button at his waistband.
"But… Fred!" Dean whimpered as Seamus tugged down his trousers, hurriedly moving to untie and slide off Dean's trainers so he could have unfettered access to Dean's groin.
"Don't stop on my account. Please," Fred groaned, the sound of lusty frustration going straight to Seamus' steely cock. "Guess I'll spell it out for you, Dean. You're really fucking hot. Kissing you gave me a raging hard-on, and watching you two makes me wish I could join you. Accio lube," he growled, and Seamus moaned, his nose buried in the gingermusk of Dean's wiry thatch of hair.
"That's— you really— gods, Shay, so good," Dean babbled as Seamus set to licking and sucking his shaft.
Seamus swirled his tongue around the purpled dome before saying, "Tastes good," and sloppily but with relish resuming his blowjob.
"Fred?" Dean said tentatively, rising up onto his elbows. "Wouldn't mind more kissing, if that's okay. I can't believe I'm saying that," he said under his breath.
Seamus gave his approval by doing all the things he knew Dean loved, hollowing his cheeks for suction as he bobbed his head up and down, letting Dean set a pace for pumping his hips up while he stretched his hands back over his head.
"Fine by me," Fred purred.
Seamus hadn't known he could be more turned on, but there Fred was in his stocky, freckled glory, shirt and denims shoved into an untidy heap, easing down to the floor to lie down next to Dean. With a frustrated groan, Seamus let go of Dean's shaft with a slurp.
"Getting undressed," he told Dean, whose forehead was furrowed, sweeping his arm around to figure out who was where until Fred lay down beside him. Seamus pulled off his own shirt and tore a too-long fingernail in his rushed attempt to get out of his denims to free his aching prick. Fred recommended that Dean lose his shirt as well, and at last all three of them were skin to skin.
Seamus was adrift in a sea of musk and sweat, papery skin over steel, and waves of moans and grunts. Fred lay half across Dean, kissing and suckling and turning his upper body so they were nearly chest to chest. The fact that this was happening, and that Dean was a conduit of pleasure, made Seamus feel that he was flying. He hummed and choked a laugh of delirious happiness around Dean's shaft. Dean and Fred kissed, communicating without words as Fred guided Dean's hand down to take a hold of his leaking erection. Dean cautiously took to his task, the backs of his fingers rubbing against Seamus' face on occasion. Seamus caressed and fondled Dean's sacs, loosening his throat to take all of the hard flesh in his mouth.
"Shay, oh, fucksogoodcoming," Dean gasped moments before the vinegarsweet fluid coursed into Seamus' mouth. Dean's hand stilled as Seamus swallowed, coughing once he took his mouth off of Dean's softening cock.
"You okay?" Dean panted, taking the hand he'd had wrapped around Fred's cock to wave carefully in the air until he could place it on Seamus' cheek.
"Yeah. Never better. I'll let you get back to Fred," he said, his voice a bit rough from the coughing spell.
"Your fingers are wicked," Fred enthused, turning Dean to face him and bringing his hand back to wank him some more.
"What about you?" Dean asked, looking down his body to Seamus, where he was kneeling at the vee of Dean's legs.
"Don't worry. I'll bring myself off after Fred. Watching you two's bloody amazing," he said, fumbling around the sofa cushion to find the abandoned tube of lubricant and lightly coating his cock with a deep groan at the contact.
"You sure? I could return the favour," Dean said, his hopeful tone causing a small seam of worry to tear in Seamus' blanket of contentment.
"No, love, not right now. You've no idea how sexy it is, seeing you like this."
"I can take care of myself," Fred said chivalrously. "I thought you were enjoying it, but if not…"
"No, I am," Dean insisted, curling his fingers around Fred and pulling up and down with a slight twisting motion Seamus knew he liked to use on himself. "Just self-conscious, is all."
"No need for that," Fred said, his low voice reassuring and so erotically charged Seamus bit down on his lip. "Can I tell you how good it feels? How I nearly came at the look on your face when you let yourself go with Seamus?"
Fred's supple voice did the trick and Dean was soon kissing Fred again, his nimble fingers sliding up and down the hard shaft. Seamus needed to be a part of them, but he couldn't figure out how. He was aching to come, but he felt left out.
"Dean? You still want me in your mouth?" he asked, a bit embarrassed at how needy he sounded.
"Yeah." Dean's face lit up, and Seamus gleefully knee-walked up his body once Fred had made room.
It was awkward placement for Dean, and not only that, Seamus reckoned that Fred would've been just as happy for Seamus to offer to wank them together. Regardless, after not too long, Dean's vigorous tongue and talented lips brought Seamus to the edge and his release thundered out of him, profanity and praise spilling from his mouth. Seamus felt two hands bumping his leg and realised Fred was helping Dean out, being far more forceful as he fisted his cock until warm, sticky strings shot onto Seamus' leg and Dean's stomach. There was a ringing in Seamus' ears, his heart thudding against his ribs, and he was pretty certain he had rug burn on his knees.
He felt absolutely brilliant.
Seamus eased down to flank Dean on his left side, feeling as expansive and unhurried as clouds drifting across a summer sky. He snuggled against Dean while Fred got his wand and cast some cleansing spells. It cleaned up the pearly mess on Dean's side and fingers, but thankfully didn't erase the musky, heated scent of sex that lingered on the air.
"That was unexpected," Dean said, seemingly weighing his words.
"Never done anything like that meself," Seamus said happily, burrowing his nose at the hollow of Dean's arm until Dean made a disapproving noise and Seamus laid his head below his collarbone. "You?" he asked of Fred, who now sprawled out on the floor on Dean's right side.
"Nope, can't say that I have, but it was certainly memorable."
With his right hand, Fred played with the crisp curls of hair at Dean's groin, and Seamus was pleased to see Dean let his arm reach out to drape on Fred's thigh. Dean nudged Seamus closer so he could put an arm around him. Silence reigned in the room for a time; Seamus didn't have anything to say that wouldn't sound incredibly daft, and he suspected both Fred and Dean were lost in their own thoughts. Yawning, he lazed even more on top of Dean, stretching across the sunken plain under his ribs to tap at Fred's arm. Fred moved his hand up to intertwine his fingers with Seamus' on Dean's belly.
Seamus was cosy, well fed, still buzzed and lying naked with his lover and ex. Or non-ex. As he dallied on the cusp of sleep, his eyelids drooping shut before he caught himself and nuzzled at Dean's prominent collarbone, he hoped that Dean wasn't regretting having Fred join in their coupling. Dean was a bloke, and often just as horny as Seamus, or more. The more sex and stimulation, the better— but what if Dean thought this was just a one-off? Was it?
"Would you two like to kip on my bed for a bit? I wouldn't mind a short lie-down, and the mattress is far more comfortable than the floor," Fred said sluggishly.
"Dean?" Seamus asked.
"Maybe for a little bit. Fred, where's your loo again?"
They each got up from the floor, helping each other in turn, Fred first. Seamus handed Dean his clothes which he accepted gratefully before shuffling off to the bathroom. One arm was held out in front of him, sweeping through the air until he knocked his knuckles against the doorframe. Once Dean had gone in and closed the door, Fred tugged Seamus over to him. Seamus was wrapped in an embrace that felt novel anymore, being chest to chest rather than chest to ribs.
"That was bloody brilliant," Fred said, his scruffy chest hair pressed softly against Seamus' skin. "How d'you think Dean feels?"
Seamus was taken off guard at Fred's seemingly instinctive concern for Dean. Gratitude to him and, by extension given his somewhat loopy state, the world at large, bloomed in his chest.
"Not sure," Seamus admitted, "but you two seemed to be getting on like a house on fire."
Fred made an affirming, snuffling noise. "He's a great guy. I don't know that I'd ever have thought to ask him for a shag, but I'd not turn him down if he found himself in a right state and you were otherwise unavailable."
"But I'm the one who wants you both!" Seamus said indignantly. "I'm key."
"I've been thinking about what you said, on the stairs." Fred leaned back so he could look Seamus eye to eye. "A threesome mightn't always be all three together, y'know. It's also three separate pairs, with one person left out. You and Dean both seem to have a lot of jealousy. I'm pretty easy-going by nature, and I don't want to see you lose something that's so great with Dean because one or both of you lets your imagination go absolutely bonkers."
Seamus blinked, thinking about how to respond. "When'd ye get so thoughtful?" he asked, hearing the toilet flush down the corridor and realizing he needed to take a piss as well.
"I've had a fair bit of time to myself to think," Fred said wryly, giving Seamus' shoulder a squeeze before moving away to his pile of discarded clothes.
"Shay? Make me a drink, will you?" Dean called from the doorframe, stretching his hands up in the air and getting a quizzical expression when his fingertips brushed the ceiling. "Not strong, though."
"All right."
"I'll put out some water, too," Fred said sagely, zipping up his denims and running his hands through his still short and spiky hair.
"Ta." As Seamus padded to the loo, he asked Dean to save him a spot in the middle of the bed.
"Just need you by my side," Dean said, the simple words falling like seeds into rich soil. Seamus hoped he hadn't cast a blind eye to weeds that might choke this new garden, or that he'd planted such intruders himself. Fred's insight into him was disconcerting, but Seamus put it out of his mind as he took care of his body's demands. Back in the kitchen he got two more drinks together. He yawned and walked to Fred's room, unable to keep a smile from his face when he saw Fred and Dean speaking softly. Dean's expression was unguarded, and while they weren't touching, Dean had angled toward him, still leaving space for Seamus.
Maybe the vision for his unconventional life wasn't so far-fetched after all.
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A rún = my dear
Mo chuisle mo chroí = the pulse of my heart
..:~TBC~:..
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and Dean will be open to what they have done or if there
will be some...issues. Loving this so far.
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I'm really enjoying this story and looking forward to the next chapter!
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it's the first time i've really warmed this much to seamus, strangely enough. but here i felt the honesty of what he's desiring, and how he would walk away from it if he had to, for dean.
i'm sure it won't be a smooth path to 3some but i'm looking forward to it anyway!
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So glad that Seamus as a person is coming across to you, as well; it's always intimidating and frightening to write from a new POV, much less when the story ends up becoming as much of a bohemoth as this is! But I do adore them. Just wish they could get to some smooth sailing, but they won't let me. Yet. ;)
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I just love that quote from FWtW!!!
So glad we finally get to The Cleansweep...I feel as though I know it well, although from another 'verse! I love all the little details, like George juggling, and mentions of the Green Knights. Poor Seamus, though, on his emotional roller-coaster. He's so torn between what he has and what he wants. And Fred...not only is he canon stocky (woof!), but I really like him...easy-going and thoughtful, and still clearly smitten with Seamus. Loved the scene on the stairs...the descriptions of the flood of emotions (and blood!) were spot on.
And of course the sex is so very hot...slightly awkward, but not overly so. I really liked Fred pointing out how possessive BOTH Seamus and Dean are, and that being in a three-way relationship doesn't always mean all three get off at the same time...very true, and I love your Fred all the more.
So much to enjoy here...a marvelous, satisfying story, luv! Bravo!
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Thought you'd enjoy some of the expounding on the threesome dynamic. For all of Seamus' lust and bona fide attraction to the concept, I really don't think he'd considered how complicated it might be.
Thank you for your thoughts, and feedback, and enthusiasm!! XOXOX
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Seamus was really quite at a loss as to what else to say. 'How are you?' seemed right stupid, and anything else became even more ludicrous.
"Don't be awkward— it's really not so bad, and Fred's in here for company. Well, my Fred. You know what I mean. Fred," he said, pointing at Fred in the room, "told me about what you did yesterday. Impressive!" George's grin was infectious, even though Seamus couldn't will away the queasiness at seeing him there, lounging nonchalantly against the frame and juggling. George had always been good at that, constantly throwing small objects about in complicated patterns with seemingly no effort."Thanks. It's not just anyone who can trip and fall into a glass door, that's for sure."George let out a short laugh.
lmfao shay can always make me laugh oh and btw nice touch. love that you showed a george portrait:)
"Ach! I'm insulted!" Seamus exclaimed, hitting Dean hard enough in the stomach that Dean made an 'oof'ing sound and nearly lost his balance. "Thought you got all randy because it's me.""Well, that's true." Dean's huffed laugh went into his glass as he took a swallow. "But that one announcer for the Green Knights, that bloke's voice is so sexy it ought to be banned."
*snorts*
"Well, I've had experience kissing another Weasley, y'know, but this was nothing like that."
"You secretive codger!" Seamus exclaimed, genuinely shocked. "I never knew you and Ron had it on.""Not Ron," Dean said throatily."Oh. Right," Seamus snorted, dropping his head onto Dean's shoulder.
"Brotherly honour aside, don't compare me to Ginny," Fred suggested, pulling Dean even closer to him so that he was sandwiched between them.
"I won't," Dean said, one hand reaching behind him to hold on to Seamus' arse. "You're passionate— I can tell why Shay fell for you so hard."
He grabbed at Seamus' backside as Seamus eased forward, meeting Fred's awaiting kiss over Dean's shoulder with an expectant hot sigh. He sank into the rapture of sensation, imagining he could taste Dean on Fred's tongue, though of course he knew that was impossible.
"Shay? Kiss me. Now," Dean demanded, worry flooding his voice.
love the part. the ginny part was funny. the kiss wa s hot
lmfao fred wanking watching them and dean all shy that is to priceles haha
"I've been thinking about what you said, on the stairs." Fred leaned back so he could look Seamus eye to eye. "A threesome mightn't always be all three together, y'know. It's also three separate pairs, with one person left out. You and Dean both seem to have a lot of jealousy. I'm pretty easy-going by nature, and I don't want to see you lose something that's so great with Dean because one or both of you lets your imagination go absolutely bonkers."
ya they both are so jealous....:(