Fic!
I was going to wait to post this because I have another idea as well, but kaalee needed some cheering up!
Title: Relief
Author: danijo1
Pairing: Seamus/Dean
Rating: PG
Word count: ~600
Summary: Written for kaalee's French Kiss Challenge
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all characters within are the property of JK Rowling.
Beta'd by the very lovely doneril. Thank you so much!
With his feet pounding out a beat against the ground, he ran toward the medical tent as all other sounds were covered by the relentless beat of his heart in his ears. He’d dropped everything and just ran when he’d heard.
Stopping just outside the canvas doorway, he paused to catch his breath. His eyes closed in silent prayer and he walked right into Ginny as she exited. He apologised and didn’t even notice what she was saying to him as she pulled him inside by the elbow.
They made their way through the maze of curtained-off rooms when, suddenly, Seamus lay there before him, on a medical cot. His eyes were closed, his shoulder bandaged and there were blood stains on his shirt.
A shaky breath escaped as Dean dropped onto the chair he’d assumed was there. Quickly scanning the rest of Seamus, he concluded that the shoulder wound was the only visible trauma. Ginny’s voice buzzed in his ear, competing with his still thrumming heart, informing him that all was fine and Seamus was just resting.
And then he was alone, watching Seamus’s chest rhythmically rise and fall. The hard knot that had been aching in his chest eased just a bit and he leaned forward, resting his head in his hands as the scenes he’d been keeping out of head flashed on the back of his eyelids.
“You stupid git,” he whispered, mostly to himself, “Don’t you dare leave me now.”
Glancing up, he thought he saw Seamus’s eyelids flutter and he half rose out of his seat to get a closer view. Placing one hand on the opposite side of Seamus’s head, he lowered his face. It was so close to the other boy’s; he could count the tiny freckles below his eyes.
He gasped when he felt the firm grip around his wrist and realised Seamus’s eyes were open and watching him. A pink tongue darted out to lick pale lips before a raspy voice called his name, “Dean.” It was the sweetest sound he’d ever heard.
Without another moment’s hesitation, he moved his hand up to cradle Seamus’s head, his thumb stroking the other boy’s jaw. “Eejit. Don’t fucking do that to me again.”
Before Seamus could respond, he lowered his mouth to cover the other boy’s lips, grazing them softly. He froze like that for a moment, not sure if he had just lost his best mate or if he just found his best love, when Seamus made a soft sound of want. Without opening his eyes, Dean’s tongue darted out and ran along Seamus’s lower lip before dipping into his mouth.
Pulling back slightly, he completed the circle of Seamus’s mouth with his tongue before he pressed their mouths together again. This time, Seamus’s tongue tentatively reached out to meet his for a brief moment. Dean took this as a sign of encouragement and moved his other hand to card his fingers through Seamus hair, cupping his head gently. Again, he sought out Seamus’s mouth with his tongue, asking and being granted entrance. Tongues entwined and Seamus’s leaned up to suck Dean’s lower lip between his, nipping it slightly with his teeth. Hands grabbed at Dean’s elbows and the kiss deepened becoming needy and full of desire that had been ignored for too long. Dean wrapped his lips around Seamus’s tongue and sucked, pulling away to run his own tongue over the roof of Seamus’s mouth before sealing their lips together again. And just when Seamus though he couldn’t stand the intensity of it all, Dean pulled away to look him in the eyes, silently making sure that no matter what had just happened and what might happen in the future, they were still Seamus and Dean.
Just as silently, Seamus assured him they were.
Title: Relief
Author: danijo1
Pairing: Seamus/Dean
Rating: PG
Word count: ~600
Summary: Written for kaalee's French Kiss Challenge
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all characters within are the property of JK Rowling.
Beta'd by the very lovely doneril. Thank you so much!
With his feet pounding out a beat against the ground, he ran toward the medical tent as all other sounds were covered by the relentless beat of his heart in his ears. He’d dropped everything and just ran when he’d heard.
Stopping just outside the canvas doorway, he paused to catch his breath. His eyes closed in silent prayer and he walked right into Ginny as she exited. He apologised and didn’t even notice what she was saying to him as she pulled him inside by the elbow.
They made their way through the maze of curtained-off rooms when, suddenly, Seamus lay there before him, on a medical cot. His eyes were closed, his shoulder bandaged and there were blood stains on his shirt.
A shaky breath escaped as Dean dropped onto the chair he’d assumed was there. Quickly scanning the rest of Seamus, he concluded that the shoulder wound was the only visible trauma. Ginny’s voice buzzed in his ear, competing with his still thrumming heart, informing him that all was fine and Seamus was just resting.
And then he was alone, watching Seamus’s chest rhythmically rise and fall. The hard knot that had been aching in his chest eased just a bit and he leaned forward, resting his head in his hands as the scenes he’d been keeping out of head flashed on the back of his eyelids.
“You stupid git,” he whispered, mostly to himself, “Don’t you dare leave me now.”
Glancing up, he thought he saw Seamus’s eyelids flutter and he half rose out of his seat to get a closer view. Placing one hand on the opposite side of Seamus’s head, he lowered his face. It was so close to the other boy’s; he could count the tiny freckles below his eyes.
He gasped when he felt the firm grip around his wrist and realised Seamus’s eyes were open and watching him. A pink tongue darted out to lick pale lips before a raspy voice called his name, “Dean.” It was the sweetest sound he’d ever heard.
Without another moment’s hesitation, he moved his hand up to cradle Seamus’s head, his thumb stroking the other boy’s jaw. “Eejit. Don’t fucking do that to me again.”
Before Seamus could respond, he lowered his mouth to cover the other boy’s lips, grazing them softly. He froze like that for a moment, not sure if he had just lost his best mate or if he just found his best love, when Seamus made a soft sound of want. Without opening his eyes, Dean’s tongue darted out and ran along Seamus’s lower lip before dipping into his mouth.
Pulling back slightly, he completed the circle of Seamus’s mouth with his tongue before he pressed their mouths together again. This time, Seamus’s tongue tentatively reached out to meet his for a brief moment. Dean took this as a sign of encouragement and moved his other hand to card his fingers through Seamus hair, cupping his head gently. Again, he sought out Seamus’s mouth with his tongue, asking and being granted entrance. Tongues entwined and Seamus’s leaned up to suck Dean’s lower lip between his, nipping it slightly with his teeth. Hands grabbed at Dean’s elbows and the kiss deepened becoming needy and full of desire that had been ignored for too long. Dean wrapped his lips around Seamus’s tongue and sucked, pulling away to run his own tongue over the roof of Seamus’s mouth before sealing their lips together again. And just when Seamus though he couldn’t stand the intensity of it all, Dean pulled away to look him in the eyes, silently making sure that no matter what had just happened and what might happen in the future, they were still Seamus and Dean.
Just as silently, Seamus assured him they were.