Chapter Fifty Two
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All in all, Seamus thought as he strolled through the campus with Theo’s arm slung around his shoulder, “Disastrous Dancing” or what ever it had been called, wasn’t a bad film for a date. It had disgusted them both so much that they had left halfway through and gone to the pub.
Looking over at Theo drunkenly stumbling down the path, singing his heart out at 1am, Seamus also thought it was a rather bad (if not downright stupid) idea to challenge an Irishman to a drink out. Seamus was only slightly tipsy. Theo on the other hand, was as drunk as… a very drunk thing.
“You got the keys?” Seamus asked Theo as he leant against the door. The number on it was slightly blurry but Seamus decided as long as Theo’s face didn’t meet the same doom, he was fine.
“’S your flat, Seamus, mate,” Theo slurred and Seamus laughed because of course it was his flat. He shoved his hands in pocket, withdrew they keys and, once he had found the right key, finally unlocked the door. He had barely shut it when he was shoved up against it, his arms full of kissing Slytherin.
It was a particularly good kiss, in technique, because no one was good when they were blind drunk. It was sloppy and under-prepared, but god damn, Seamus thought, shoving his hands up Theo top to scrape his nails down the exposed pale skin, just as Theo reached both his hands down Seamus’s pants.
Seamus could feel Theo’s tongue sliding against his, and one of his hands sliding over his arse, and one sliding along the underside of his rapidly inflating cock. The Irish boy swore he was getting drunker by the minute. He could hear the sound of the growls coming from the back of Theo’s throat, the moans from his, the sound of his zipper coming down, and Theo pulling his cock from it’s restricting jeans and… the sound of someone knocking at the door.
“’Fuck’s sake,” Theo half whispered, half slurred in Seamus’s ear. Seamus turned around and yanked the door open, fully aware that he looked debauched, had his cock sticking out of his jeans and a purple haired sex god attached to his neck.
“Yes?” Seamus bit out sharply.
“Hallo, I bring great and fantabulous news!” Ron looked at Theo and frowned. He looked as drunk as Seamus felt. “Oops sorry, did I interrupt something. Oh well, never mind. You’ll never guess what, Sea?” Ron carried on without waiting for a reply. “I managed to get Saints ‘n Sinners a gig! A PROPER gig. Like one with a stage and tickets and an outdoor venue and shit.”
Seamus stared. Seamus grinned. Seamus whooped and threw his arms around Ron. “You did it!” he yelled, jumping up and down. “You really fucking did it! I could kiss you!”
Inevitably, both boys being drunk and a bit horny (Seamus because of Theo and Ron because, well, he was Ron) the next thing that Seamus did do was to smash his mouth into Ron’s. He felt their teeth smash together and shivered, loosing his hands in the red hair swimming before his eyes. Ron immediately grasped Seamus’s arse and pulled him closer, biting on his lip until he felt the Irish boy moan as he drew blood.
Seamus withdrew from the kiss, panting, and stared at Ron, who’s breathing was also harsh. Fuck he has missed this boy. But right this minute, he had another completely sexy guy standing behind him, his arms crossed and one eyebrow raised, his face looking like thunder.
“Erm… sorry?” Seamus half apologised, half asked to Theo.
Ah, this isn’t good at all, if Theo’s face is anything to go by, Seamus thought as Theo’s face darkened dramatically. They were in big trouble. Seamus shut his eyes tight and braced himself for yelling, cursing, maybe even a punch.
What he wasn’t expecting was for a look to pass between Theo and Ron. And for Theo to march up and snog the face off of Ron, grab him by the front of his t-shirt and pull him into the flat, motioning for Seamus to shut the door behind them. Seamus shut it.
He watched Theo lead Ron through to his bedroom, still snogging and groping, with amusement. He wondered how Theo knew which bedroom was his. And then Theo threw Ron onto the bed and Seamus watch with shock. Anyone that could do that to Ron Weasley was good.
Maybe they were still in big trouble.
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All in all, Seamus thought as he strolled through the campus with Theo’s arm slung around his shoulder, “Disastrous Dancing” or what ever it had been called, wasn’t a bad film for a date. It had disgusted them both so much that they had left halfway through and gone to the pub.
Looking over at Theo drunkenly stumbling down the path, singing his heart out at 1am, Seamus also thought it was a rather bad (if not downright stupid) idea to challenge an Irishman to a drink out. Seamus was only slightly tipsy. Theo on the other hand, was as drunk as… a very drunk thing.
“You got the keys?” Seamus asked Theo as he leant against the door. The number on it was slightly blurry but Seamus decided as long as Theo’s face didn’t meet the same doom, he was fine.
“’S your flat, Seamus, mate,” Theo slurred and Seamus laughed because of course it was his flat. He shoved his hands in pocket, withdrew they keys and, once he had found the right key, finally unlocked the door. He had barely shut it when he was shoved up against it, his arms full of kissing Slytherin.
It was a particularly good kiss, in technique, because no one was good when they were blind drunk. It was sloppy and under-prepared, but god damn, Seamus thought, shoving his hands up Theo top to scrape his nails down the exposed pale skin, just as Theo reached both his hands down Seamus’s pants.
Seamus could feel Theo’s tongue sliding against his, and one of his hands sliding over his arse, and one sliding along the underside of his rapidly inflating cock. The Irish boy swore he was getting drunker by the minute. He could hear the sound of the growls coming from the back of Theo’s throat, the moans from his, the sound of his zipper coming down, and Theo pulling his cock from it’s restricting jeans and… the sound of someone knocking at the door.
“’Fuck’s sake,” Theo half whispered, half slurred in Seamus’s ear. Seamus turned around and yanked the door open, fully aware that he looked debauched, had his cock sticking out of his jeans and a purple haired sex god attached to his neck.
“Yes?” Seamus bit out sharply.
“Hallo, I bring great and fantabulous news!” Ron looked at Theo and frowned. He looked as drunk as Seamus felt. “Oops sorry, did I interrupt something. Oh well, never mind. You’ll never guess what, Sea?” Ron carried on without waiting for a reply. “I managed to get Saints ‘n Sinners a gig! A PROPER gig. Like one with a stage and tickets and an outdoor venue and shit.”
Seamus stared. Seamus grinned. Seamus whooped and threw his arms around Ron. “You did it!” he yelled, jumping up and down. “You really fucking did it! I could kiss you!”
Inevitably, both boys being drunk and a bit horny (Seamus because of Theo and Ron because, well, he was Ron) the next thing that Seamus did do was to smash his mouth into Ron’s. He felt their teeth smash together and shivered, loosing his hands in the red hair swimming before his eyes. Ron immediately grasped Seamus’s arse and pulled him closer, biting on his lip until he felt the Irish boy moan as he drew blood.
Seamus withdrew from the kiss, panting, and stared at Ron, who’s breathing was also harsh. Fuck he has missed this boy. But right this minute, he had another completely sexy guy standing behind him, his arms crossed and one eyebrow raised, his face looking like thunder.
“Erm… sorry?” Seamus half apologised, half asked to Theo.
Ah, this isn’t good at all, if Theo’s face is anything to go by, Seamus thought as Theo’s face darkened dramatically. They were in big trouble. Seamus shut his eyes tight and braced himself for yelling, cursing, maybe even a punch.
What he wasn’t expecting was for a look to pass between Theo and Ron. And for Theo to march up and snog the face off of Ron, grab him by the front of his t-shirt and pull him into the flat, motioning for Seamus to shut the door behind them. Seamus shut it.
He watched Theo lead Ron through to his bedroom, still snogging and groping, with amusement. He wondered how Theo knew which bedroom was his. And then Theo threw Ron onto the bed and Seamus watch with shock. Anyone that could do that to Ron Weasley was good.
Maybe they were still in big trouble.
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