confiteor_3: prompts 8 and
Author: confiteor_3
Title: Feeding
Rating: PG
Prompt: Number 12: ‘Feed me’
Date: 07/15/06
Summary: Seamus gets and idea and Dean goes with it out of boredom.
Pairing(s): Seamus/Dean
Warning: Slash
Length: 519
"Listen to them," Seamus said. He and Dean were sitting on a small area in the owlery that wasn't coated in scat. "Don't they just sound like they're saying 'Feed me! Feed me!'" Personally, Dean just thought they were annoying but he nodded along anyway. Seamus loved owls and there was no use getting into an argument over the birds.
Seamus slapped his hand on the floor, saying, "I know what we can do!"
"What?" Dean asked. The only reason he was listening to the owls with Seamus was because there was nothing to do. All their assignments were done, wizard's chess and exploding snap were getting boring, and Dean just didn't feel like drawling.
"We'll feed the owls." Dean sighed heavily. That sounded boring too. "No! We'll smother each other in peanut butter and roll in owl treats. Then we'll feed the owls." Seamus nodded happily, obviously proud of his idea.
"Roll in owl treats while covered in peanut butter?" Dean shrugged. What else was there to do? "Sure."
"Great! Wait here. I'll go get peanut butter from the kitchens and owl treats. I think Harry and Ron have some." He jumped up and raced to the doors.
Dean asked, "Why don't I get the owl pellets so it doesn't take so long?" and got to his feet to follow Seamus, who shrugged and set off in the opposite direction.
Dean arrived back at the owlery before Seamus and waited patiently. Eventually he turned up with a jar of peanut butter.
"Here," Seamus said, handing the jar to Dean to open. Dean snapped it open then scooped some out with his fingers. "Wait! I'm striping."
Dean gurgled.
"Yeah, so my clothes doesn't get all foody." And he started peeling his clothes off. Dean was going to mention that they could simply scourgify their clothes but decided against it. He didn't mind seeing Seamus nude. He didn’t mind one bit.
"I'm keeping mine on." Dean held in a murmur of delight when Seamus pulled his last article of clothing off. "Aren't you afraid the owls will bite your bits?" And talking about said bits, Dean was having a hard time not staring.
"Nope! Not if you don’t put any owl treats there. But I trust you.” He smiled brightly and scooped peanut butter out, rubbing it on his chest.
"Me?" Dean squeaked.
Seamus nodded and smeared more food. "Yeah, I'll need help. Help me now with the peanut butter."
Dean gulped and nodded absently. There was no way he would be able to smear food on a nude Seamus. He was having trouble containing himself now. But Seamus raised his eyebrows at him and he reached out, smearing the food already on his fingers across Seamus' stomach. The muscles flexed as he rubbed, and he scrapped his nails lightly, wondering how Seamus' body would react.
Seamus snatched Dean hand up and stared at him.
"I can't," Dean whispered. "I need to --"
A wide grin spread across Seamus' face before he pulled Dean against him, the peanut butter squishing between them. Needless to say, the owls never got fed.
Author: confiteor_3
Title: First Impressions
Rating: G
Prompt: Number 8: ‘Explosion’
Date: 07/15/06
Summary: Microwaves don’t go well with Seamus.
Pairing(s): Seamus/Dean
Warning: Slash
Length: 185
"What's that?" Seamus asked, pointing at the microwave and removing himself from Dean’s arms to walk over to it.
Dean stared incredulously at him. "Shay, your dad's a muggle. Don't you have any muggle stuff in your house?"
He pondered the question for a while before saying, "Nope. So what's it do?"
Dean grabbed two mugs and filled them with water. "We'll make hot chocolate. See, you put something in it and turn the microwave on." He demonstrated by turning the knob. "And it heats it up."
"Wow." Seamus stared at it, seemingly entranced by the light.
"Er, yeah. Look, I'll go find my parents. They wanted to meet you. Don't touch anything." And he walked off.
Dean was walking down the stairs, his parents trailing behind him, when a loud explosion sounded from the kitchen. Dean groaned and rushed in.
Seamus was standing in front of the microwave, which was burning slightly. His face was black from the explosion. Dean thought he saw some type of metal sitting in the burnt microwave. "Mum, Dad. This is my boyfriend, Seamus. He just killed our microwave."
Title: Feeding
Rating: PG
Prompt: Number 12: ‘Feed me’
Date: 07/15/06
Summary: Seamus gets and idea and Dean goes with it out of boredom.
Pairing(s): Seamus/Dean
Warning: Slash
Length: 519
"Listen to them," Seamus said. He and Dean were sitting on a small area in the owlery that wasn't coated in scat. "Don't they just sound like they're saying 'Feed me! Feed me!'" Personally, Dean just thought they were annoying but he nodded along anyway. Seamus loved owls and there was no use getting into an argument over the birds.
Seamus slapped his hand on the floor, saying, "I know what we can do!"
"What?" Dean asked. The only reason he was listening to the owls with Seamus was because there was nothing to do. All their assignments were done, wizard's chess and exploding snap were getting boring, and Dean just didn't feel like drawling.
"We'll feed the owls." Dean sighed heavily. That sounded boring too. "No! We'll smother each other in peanut butter and roll in owl treats. Then we'll feed the owls." Seamus nodded happily, obviously proud of his idea.
"Roll in owl treats while covered in peanut butter?" Dean shrugged. What else was there to do? "Sure."
"Great! Wait here. I'll go get peanut butter from the kitchens and owl treats. I think Harry and Ron have some." He jumped up and raced to the doors.
Dean asked, "Why don't I get the owl pellets so it doesn't take so long?" and got to his feet to follow Seamus, who shrugged and set off in the opposite direction.
Dean arrived back at the owlery before Seamus and waited patiently. Eventually he turned up with a jar of peanut butter.
"Here," Seamus said, handing the jar to Dean to open. Dean snapped it open then scooped some out with his fingers. "Wait! I'm striping."
Dean gurgled.
"Yeah, so my clothes doesn't get all foody." And he started peeling his clothes off. Dean was going to mention that they could simply scourgify their clothes but decided against it. He didn't mind seeing Seamus nude. He didn’t mind one bit.
"I'm keeping mine on." Dean held in a murmur of delight when Seamus pulled his last article of clothing off. "Aren't you afraid the owls will bite your bits?" And talking about said bits, Dean was having a hard time not staring.
"Nope! Not if you don’t put any owl treats there. But I trust you.” He smiled brightly and scooped peanut butter out, rubbing it on his chest.
"Me?" Dean squeaked.
Seamus nodded and smeared more food. "Yeah, I'll need help. Help me now with the peanut butter."
Dean gulped and nodded absently. There was no way he would be able to smear food on a nude Seamus. He was having trouble containing himself now. But Seamus raised his eyebrows at him and he reached out, smearing the food already on his fingers across Seamus' stomach. The muscles flexed as he rubbed, and he scrapped his nails lightly, wondering how Seamus' body would react.
Seamus snatched Dean hand up and stared at him.
"I can't," Dean whispered. "I need to --"
A wide grin spread across Seamus' face before he pulled Dean against him, the peanut butter squishing between them. Needless to say, the owls never got fed.
Author: confiteor_3
Title: First Impressions
Rating: G
Prompt: Number 8: ‘Explosion’
Date: 07/15/06
Summary: Microwaves don’t go well with Seamus.
Pairing(s): Seamus/Dean
Warning: Slash
Length: 185
"What's that?" Seamus asked, pointing at the microwave and removing himself from Dean’s arms to walk over to it.
Dean stared incredulously at him. "Shay, your dad's a muggle. Don't you have any muggle stuff in your house?"
He pondered the question for a while before saying, "Nope. So what's it do?"
Dean grabbed two mugs and filled them with water. "We'll make hot chocolate. See, you put something in it and turn the microwave on." He demonstrated by turning the knob. "And it heats it up."
"Wow." Seamus stared at it, seemingly entranced by the light.
"Er, yeah. Look, I'll go find my parents. They wanted to meet you. Don't touch anything." And he walked off.
Dean was walking down the stairs, his parents trailing behind him, when a loud explosion sounded from the kitchen. Dean groaned and rushed in.
Seamus was standing in front of the microwave, which was burning slightly. His face was black from the explosion. Dean thought he saw some type of metal sitting in the burnt microwave. "Mum, Dad. This is my boyfriend, Seamus. He just killed our microwave."