Fic: Final Chapter of Memories as a Teacup (Dean/Seamus, Hard R Rating)
Title: Memories as a Teacup: Chapter 19 (Final Official Chapter!)
Author: wook77
Pairing:: Dean/Seamus (other slash and het pairings contained within)
Rating: Hard R
100quills prompt: 045. Name
Warnings: Canon compliant through DH. Pre-Epilogue. Additional Warnings at the beginning of Chapter 1.
Wordcount: Overall: ~70k This part: ~1400
Summary: Four years ago, Dean Thomas died in the midst of a raid. Seamus saw it happen right in front of his eyes but seeing isn't believing and reality is in the eye of the beholder.
A/N: Many many thanks to nefernat and elanorofcastile for the beta job. All remaining mistakes are my own.
All Chapters
Seamus entered the flat whistling. The trial, even if it had lasted all day, had gone better than he'd thought it would. As he turned to shut the door and toss his keys onto the small table, he called out, "Dean? Where's me dinner? You promised to have it ready, my very tall housewife!"
"Seem," Dean said. Seamus froze where he stood. That name, that was the name he'd been waiting for, that was the landmark he'd set himself.
"What did you say?" Seamus turned around and Dean was too close, chest brushing chest.
"Seem," Dean repeated before reaching out a hand and cupping Seamus's cheek. "I called you 'Seem'."
"You don't know what that means," Seamus breathed out, shaky and disbelieving, while Dean didn't move his hand. Unconscious of the gesture, Seamus leaned his face deeper into that touch.
"I know, Seem." Dean's face slowly lowered as he spoke and Seamus was powerless to resist. "I called you 'Seem' and you said it meant the world to you. You knew that everything was going to be all right when I used it. I know."
Seamus raised his eyes and watched as Dean pressed just that much closer and then there was the brush of lip against lip. It brought tears to his eyes as Dean brushed his lips across Seamus's once more. A third time and Seamus's hands snuck up Dean's back until they threaded into the hair at the nape of Dean's neck. His palm fitted itself to the curve of skull and then pressed upwards, forcing their faces together.
Dean opened his mouth and breathed out, over Seamus's lips, "Seem" and it broke the last of the resistance. Hungry for the taste he hadn't had in over four years, Seamus opened his own mouth and licked across Dean's lips. The kiss turned ravenous as he sucked Dean's lower lip between his own and then nipped it.
Unable to tell where one set of lips stopped and the other began, they tasted and touched. Seamus cried out at the sensation. It felt like yesterday that they'd last been together but it also felt like the first time. He was mixed up, all the memories and sensations and the present muddling together into one massive wave of need that swept over him.
"Dean," he said as he pulled back and rested their foreheads against one another. Seamus couldn't quite think of anything other than the feel of their skin touching one another, the way that Dean touched his face and the feel of Dean's hair tickling the palm of his hand the way it hadn't for too many years. "Dean."
"I know, Seamus, I know, me too," Dean breathed out once more and then pressed their lips together. Dean's taste exploded across his tongue again. Seamus's hands shook as he started to unbutton Dean's shirt. The feel of that hard flesh under his hands and the sight of his pale hand against Dean's dark expanse had his knees going weak. He pressed harder against Dean to try to disguise the trembling as he pushed the shirt off Dean's shoulders and then let it drift to the floor.
Dean felt it, though, had to have felt it because he grabbed Seamus's hands and pressed his palms tightly against the exposed flesh and broke the kiss only to brush their lips against one another again. Seamus left his hands there and watched as Dean unfastened his shirt, fingertips brushing his chest. Shivering at the fleeting sensations, Seamus released Dean and arched backwards as Dean pushed the shirt off. The feel of having that familiar and missed touch on the bare skin of his hips made Seamus's head fall back as he thrust against Dean's hips.
Kissing once more, Seamus pulled Dean backwards so that they landed on the sofa with a slight bounce. He revelled in the feel of Dean over him, surrounding him. Touching Dean, looking up at him and pausing a moment to absorb the fact that he was once more able to touch Dean, Seamus couldn't help but whisper, "I love you so much."
"I love you too, Seem," Dean whispered back and then brushed his lips against Seamus's. "Seem."
"Can't believe you're here." Seamus reached a shaking hand to touch Dean's cheeks. "Can't believe this is real."
"I'm here, I'm real," Dean vowed before kissing first the palm and then the tip of Seamus's thumb. While watching Seamus out of the corner of his eye, Dean bit down on the thumb and grinned when Seamus moaned.
Hands tugged at belts and trousers and pants. Seamus cried out at the feel of Dean's hand on his hips, tracing the indent and then delving between Seamus's legs to tease at his balls. That wicked hand cupped Seamus's balls, weighing them and then ran along the inside of his thighs. Twisting this way and that, Seamus tried to get Dean to touch his cock but Dean only held on to Seamus's hip and pressed it firmly against the cushion.
"Have to make this last," he said against Seamus's lips. "Patience."
"Four years, mate, four fucking years and you think I want to wait any longer? Touch me." Seamus didn't much care that he sounded demanding. He was demanding.
"Like this?" Dean asked before taking Seamus's cock into his hand. It felt amazing. Divine. Too much. Seamus cried out for the feel of it. Bucking up into the hand, Seamus tried for more friction but Dean wouldn't let him, instead he kept tormenting him by holding him still and ever so slowly pulling up and then sliding back down. When his thumb brushed the slit on the top of Seamus's cock, Seamus keened at the feeling.
"Going to come, want to come so bad," Seamus moaned as he tried to buck once more.
"Going to come in my pants if you keep moving like that," Dean answered.
"Then we need to get them off, don't we? Don't want you embarrassing yourself like a git," Seamus said with a wicked grin. He slipped his hand into Dean's trousers, felt the rasp of the zipper down his palm and then pushed the trousers and pants as far down Dean's legs as he could with the way they were laying on the couch.
"Haven't embarrassed myself like that in years," Dean muttered and then leaned forward to kiss the tip of Seamus's nose.
"You sure of that?"
"Yeah, I'm sure. I have supreme control."
Seamus could only grin in response. "Yeah? You think so?"
"I do."
"Oh yeah?" Seamus asked before grasping Dean's cock while his other hand slipped further between Dean's legs to tease at Dean's arse. "You really sure about that?"
"Going to make me come first?"
"Won't be all that hard."
"I think I'm hard enough." Dean waggled his eyebrows and grinned.
"Ha, ha." Seamus rolled his eyes. "That is some of the worst shite you have ever spouted."
"Fuck off."
"Am trying."
"That any better?" Dean asked.
"Hell yes, it is. Came out of my mouth, didn't it?" Seamus tugged at Dean's cock and watched as his head fell backwards. He did it again and listened to Dean moan. With the way that Dean was arching, his chest was at eye level for Seamus. Not one to let an opportunity pass, Seamus leaned forward and sucked Dean's nipple into his mouth again. The moan barely registered this time as Seamus fixated on nipping and licking Dean's chest. "Come for me."
"You first," Dean responded as his hands started to roam at will, touching and teasing Seamus's flesh.
"Make me," Seamus dared. It wouldn't take much; he was still overwhelmed by the fact that they were doing this let alone Dean having at least some of his memories back. Dean's hand slid from his chest to the back of his head, teasing along his cheek and ear. The subsequent kiss continued on and on, sending Seamus into a sensory overload where all he could see was the blur of Dean's face in front of him while all he could feel was Dean surrounding him, weighing him down.
When he came, he wasn't at all embarrassed that he was first. Besides, Dean followed quickly enough. Other than fumbling for his wand and spelling them clean, Seamus didn't move. Instead, he absorbed the feel of Dean on top of him.
"Seem," Dean said.
"I love you," Seamus responded.
"I know you do." Leaning forward, Dean pressed his lips against Seamus's. "I remember."
As always, I'd love to hear what you thought.
Some thoughts: This is, to date, the longest thing I've written. I'm very excited that you've been along for the journey. If there is a scene you would like, please do not hesitate to request it. I have about 28 more prompts left at 100quills and would like to keep it in this universe. Dennis and Parvati's story is coming.
♥ you all for coming along for the ride!
Author: wook77
Pairing:: Dean/Seamus (other slash and het pairings contained within)
Rating: Hard R
100quills prompt: 045. Name
Warnings: Canon compliant through DH. Pre-Epilogue. Additional Warnings at the beginning of Chapter 1.
Wordcount: Overall: ~70k This part: ~1400
Summary: Four years ago, Dean Thomas died in the midst of a raid. Seamus saw it happen right in front of his eyes but seeing isn't believing and reality is in the eye of the beholder.
A/N: Many many thanks to nefernat and elanorofcastile for the beta job. All remaining mistakes are my own.
All Chapters
Seamus entered the flat whistling. The trial, even if it had lasted all day, had gone better than he'd thought it would. As he turned to shut the door and toss his keys onto the small table, he called out, "Dean? Where's me dinner? You promised to have it ready, my very tall housewife!"
"Seem," Dean said. Seamus froze where he stood. That name, that was the name he'd been waiting for, that was the landmark he'd set himself.
"What did you say?" Seamus turned around and Dean was too close, chest brushing chest.
"Seem," Dean repeated before reaching out a hand and cupping Seamus's cheek. "I called you 'Seem'."
"You don't know what that means," Seamus breathed out, shaky and disbelieving, while Dean didn't move his hand. Unconscious of the gesture, Seamus leaned his face deeper into that touch.
"I know, Seem." Dean's face slowly lowered as he spoke and Seamus was powerless to resist. "I called you 'Seem' and you said it meant the world to you. You knew that everything was going to be all right when I used it. I know."
Seamus raised his eyes and watched as Dean pressed just that much closer and then there was the brush of lip against lip. It brought tears to his eyes as Dean brushed his lips across Seamus's once more. A third time and Seamus's hands snuck up Dean's back until they threaded into the hair at the nape of Dean's neck. His palm fitted itself to the curve of skull and then pressed upwards, forcing their faces together.
Dean opened his mouth and breathed out, over Seamus's lips, "Seem" and it broke the last of the resistance. Hungry for the taste he hadn't had in over four years, Seamus opened his own mouth and licked across Dean's lips. The kiss turned ravenous as he sucked Dean's lower lip between his own and then nipped it.
Unable to tell where one set of lips stopped and the other began, they tasted and touched. Seamus cried out at the sensation. It felt like yesterday that they'd last been together but it also felt like the first time. He was mixed up, all the memories and sensations and the present muddling together into one massive wave of need that swept over him.
"Dean," he said as he pulled back and rested their foreheads against one another. Seamus couldn't quite think of anything other than the feel of their skin touching one another, the way that Dean touched his face and the feel of Dean's hair tickling the palm of his hand the way it hadn't for too many years. "Dean."
"I know, Seamus, I know, me too," Dean breathed out once more and then pressed their lips together. Dean's taste exploded across his tongue again. Seamus's hands shook as he started to unbutton Dean's shirt. The feel of that hard flesh under his hands and the sight of his pale hand against Dean's dark expanse had his knees going weak. He pressed harder against Dean to try to disguise the trembling as he pushed the shirt off Dean's shoulders and then let it drift to the floor.
Dean felt it, though, had to have felt it because he grabbed Seamus's hands and pressed his palms tightly against the exposed flesh and broke the kiss only to brush their lips against one another again. Seamus left his hands there and watched as Dean unfastened his shirt, fingertips brushing his chest. Shivering at the fleeting sensations, Seamus released Dean and arched backwards as Dean pushed the shirt off. The feel of having that familiar and missed touch on the bare skin of his hips made Seamus's head fall back as he thrust against Dean's hips.
Kissing once more, Seamus pulled Dean backwards so that they landed on the sofa with a slight bounce. He revelled in the feel of Dean over him, surrounding him. Touching Dean, looking up at him and pausing a moment to absorb the fact that he was once more able to touch Dean, Seamus couldn't help but whisper, "I love you so much."
"I love you too, Seem," Dean whispered back and then brushed his lips against Seamus's. "Seem."
"Can't believe you're here." Seamus reached a shaking hand to touch Dean's cheeks. "Can't believe this is real."
"I'm here, I'm real," Dean vowed before kissing first the palm and then the tip of Seamus's thumb. While watching Seamus out of the corner of his eye, Dean bit down on the thumb and grinned when Seamus moaned.
Hands tugged at belts and trousers and pants. Seamus cried out at the feel of Dean's hand on his hips, tracing the indent and then delving between Seamus's legs to tease at his balls. That wicked hand cupped Seamus's balls, weighing them and then ran along the inside of his thighs. Twisting this way and that, Seamus tried to get Dean to touch his cock but Dean only held on to Seamus's hip and pressed it firmly against the cushion.
"Have to make this last," he said against Seamus's lips. "Patience."
"Four years, mate, four fucking years and you think I want to wait any longer? Touch me." Seamus didn't much care that he sounded demanding. He was demanding.
"Like this?" Dean asked before taking Seamus's cock into his hand. It felt amazing. Divine. Too much. Seamus cried out for the feel of it. Bucking up into the hand, Seamus tried for more friction but Dean wouldn't let him, instead he kept tormenting him by holding him still and ever so slowly pulling up and then sliding back down. When his thumb brushed the slit on the top of Seamus's cock, Seamus keened at the feeling.
"Going to come, want to come so bad," Seamus moaned as he tried to buck once more.
"Going to come in my pants if you keep moving like that," Dean answered.
"Then we need to get them off, don't we? Don't want you embarrassing yourself like a git," Seamus said with a wicked grin. He slipped his hand into Dean's trousers, felt the rasp of the zipper down his palm and then pushed the trousers and pants as far down Dean's legs as he could with the way they were laying on the couch.
"Haven't embarrassed myself like that in years," Dean muttered and then leaned forward to kiss the tip of Seamus's nose.
"You sure of that?"
"Yeah, I'm sure. I have supreme control."
Seamus could only grin in response. "Yeah? You think so?"
"I do."
"Oh yeah?" Seamus asked before grasping Dean's cock while his other hand slipped further between Dean's legs to tease at Dean's arse. "You really sure about that?"
"Going to make me come first?"
"Won't be all that hard."
"I think I'm hard enough." Dean waggled his eyebrows and grinned.
"Ha, ha." Seamus rolled his eyes. "That is some of the worst shite you have ever spouted."
"Fuck off."
"Am trying."
"That any better?" Dean asked.
"Hell yes, it is. Came out of my mouth, didn't it?" Seamus tugged at Dean's cock and watched as his head fell backwards. He did it again and listened to Dean moan. With the way that Dean was arching, his chest was at eye level for Seamus. Not one to let an opportunity pass, Seamus leaned forward and sucked Dean's nipple into his mouth again. The moan barely registered this time as Seamus fixated on nipping and licking Dean's chest. "Come for me."
"You first," Dean responded as his hands started to roam at will, touching and teasing Seamus's flesh.
"Make me," Seamus dared. It wouldn't take much; he was still overwhelmed by the fact that they were doing this let alone Dean having at least some of his memories back. Dean's hand slid from his chest to the back of his head, teasing along his cheek and ear. The subsequent kiss continued on and on, sending Seamus into a sensory overload where all he could see was the blur of Dean's face in front of him while all he could feel was Dean surrounding him, weighing him down.
When he came, he wasn't at all embarrassed that he was first. Besides, Dean followed quickly enough. Other than fumbling for his wand and spelling them clean, Seamus didn't move. Instead, he absorbed the feel of Dean on top of him.
"Seem," Dean said.
"I love you," Seamus responded.
"I know you do." Leaning forward, Dean pressed his lips against Seamus's. "I remember."
As always, I'd love to hear what you thought.
Some thoughts: This is, to date, the longest thing I've written. I'm very excited that you've been along for the journey. If there is a scene you would like, please do not hesitate to request it. I have about 28 more prompts left at 100quills and would like to keep it in this universe. Dennis and Parvati's story is coming.
♥ you all for coming along for the ride!