InsaneJournal

title: Favours
pairing: Seamus/Ron, with some imagined Ron/Lee
rating: nc17
wordcount: 2390
warnings: dirty talk, public sex, first times. in my country this is legal, it may not be in yours.
summary: Seamus is grateful for Ron's help, so he helps him back.
author's notes: this is for my OTP cracking table, in this case Seamus/Ron.


Seamus can't sleep when it's so awkwardly silent. Everything had been fine, the room full of noises that meant everything was safe and normal. Neville's slow rustle of paper from the library book he was reading, no doubt Herbology. The wet noises after Dean dropped his blankets of the bed for a flat surface so he can paint a page with watercolours, having decided in September to do a daily art diary. Harry's scratching of a quill against paper, who knew if he was doing homework or writing his biography or plotting out how to kill You Know Who. Seamus' contribution is the rustle of changing from clothing to pyjamas.

And then suddenly the entire room is silent, spelled so no action can cause noise. Going from half asleep to wide awake in an instant, Seamus sits up and sticks his head out of his curtains. Everyone's curtain is closed, it's impossible to tell who cast it. Even if he was to ask, no one, not even himself, would hear the question.

He lies down and tries to get to sleep with the silence buzzing in his ear. It's impossible. He sighs, stands, and goes to the common room in his pyjamas. A few people years look at him oddly, but he ignores them. When you're as tired as Seamus is, the need to be comfortable far outweighs what others think.

The next night it's the same. Seamus sighs as the room goes stiffly silent again, just as he's lying down to sleep. There's always been the occasional silence, but since the start of fourth year it's really picked up. He makes his way down the flights of stairs, eyes closed in exhaustion. The couch he reclines on is incredibly soft and it occurs to him not for the first time that it would probably be simpler just to sleep in the common room.

He's nearly drifted off when he feels a hand on his knee. He opens an eye blearily and it's Ron, in an explosion of colour. Bright yellow pyjama bottoms with Chudley Rules in orange text clash horribly with a green t-shirt. "You couldn't sleep either?" he asks, wiping the grit from his eyes.

"No, I just wasn't sleepy yet. Why'd you come down, forget about a essay? You've been doing this a lot lately, you must not do any homework during the day at all. Good thing you aren't mates with Hermione, she'd wring your neck. " Ron grins. Seamus can't help but return it, though his smile fades quickly as he attempts to explain.

"It's too quiet in our room."

"Somebody was just wanking. Not saying it was me, not saying it wasn't." The grin is still plastered on, with a hint of smirk. Seamus has never really had a thing for redheads, but Ron certainly is sexy when he smirks.

"Yeah, but quiet was not, still isn't, a good thing to hear at my house. It means my mam and my da are angry. When I went home last summer... Well, summers are sixty two days. My parents didn't talk to each other at different points for a combined total of thirty seven. I hate any sort of quiet, and if I continue to associate quiet with wanking, I'm gonna go impotent or something."

"I'll figure something out. You shouldn't have to stay out here until two every night to make sure everyone's finished before you can go to sleep. That's not fair." Ron pats Seamus on the knee then stands up and makes his way to the staircase.

"What the feck are you talking about, figuring something out! Weasley, get back here!" Seamus hisses at the retreating back, but Ron doesn't stop. Part of him wants an answer badly enough to chase Ron, but most of him is too tired to move, and a miniscule portion of him wants to believe Ron can solve all his problems.

When Seamus finally does go back up to bed it is around two. He's utterly exhausted, the months of sleeping three hours less than recommended by mediwitch catching up to him. To his surprise, Ron is awake, lounging on his bed with the curtains slightly cracked. When he sees Seamus enter the room he quickly moves to the ring of beds and beckons. Ron stands uncomfortably close to him and smiling, picks Seamus' wand from his pocket. A quietly cast Lumos lights the room, then he mutters a spell Seamus doesn't know.

A huge gong clang sounds out. It reverberates around the room, loud enough to make Seamus wince and cover his ears. Harry, Dean, and Neville all scramble awake, tearing open their curtains to check what's happening. Eyes open but not adjusted, the glaring light from Ron's wand must kill their eyes. Seamus can't say he feels guilty.

"See here. It's two a.m. That's the time Seamus goes to bed every time one of us uses a silencing spell while wanking. We're stopping that practice right now. The next time I hear a silencing charm from anyone, I'm going to wake everyone up at 2 when Seamus gets back. It's the only fair thing to do."

Seamus feels kind of embarrassed but at the same time incredibly touched that Ron would try to help him like that. Harry and Neville both flip Ron off, and Dean doesn't say anything, but the next night when they all have their curtains closed, someone starts muffling groans with the crook of their elbow instead of making the entire room quiet.

As the weeks go on and it gets closer to the third task, Seamus starts to realise the others had it right. Wanking should be a private thing, with no possible way of others knowing about it. It seems prudish, but burying his head in the sand is the only way Seamus is going to survive.

The problem Ron wanks at least once a night. Harry and Neville and Dean probably do, but when Ron does it he's not in the least quiet. Ron talks whilst he's wanking, and Seamus can't stop listening to him. A constant source of speculation is how Harry and Dean might feel about gay best friends. Seamus is fairly sure Dean doesn't know, though he plans to tell him soon. It's taken most of the year to work up the courage to feel proud of himself, but he's not a coward, he's going to tell everyone.

On the other hand, Harry has to know. How could he not, when Ron moans out things like 'Oh Merlin, fuck me. Fuck. Fuck. Oh fuck, fuck me. Merlin, harder, come on' ? It's paraphrasing, but it's fairly accurate.

Harry could possibly still squeak by thinking Ron's wanking to an image of a woman, of fucking some bird. But then Ron says something worse. It's so incriminating that there's no way Harry can ever squeeze out of it. One night Seamus is listening and hears Ron moan 'ahhh, fuck, put it inside me,'. Seamus listens intently, trying to figure out who Ron is picturing so he can picture it too. He wants to see someone fuck Ron, line their dick against his arse and shove in, make him cry out.

He starts watching Ron the same way that Harry stalks Draco, just waiting for the perfect moment to confront him. And while Harry and Draco just have arguments and try to hex each other, Seamus has a whole nother plan. He watches for who Ron talks to outside of Hermione and Harry and Hagrid and his siblings. He tries to look in the directions that Ron looks in, so he can see who Ron is staring at.

After a month of hearing Ron moan to be fucked, after a week of watching Ron watch, Seamus is certain. When Harry suggests to the Gryffindor team that can't play this year that they try to find a place for a pick up game, a lot more then the team's seven members head out the portrait. Seamus waits until Hermione runs to get another book and then takes her place in the most private corner of a large room of people.

Seamus opens the conversation with "I'd want to be fucked by him too."

Ron looks around the room wildly. Seamus can see the moment he decides to treat it like a joke, so it's no surprise when Ron leans over and punches Seamus on the arm. "What you talking about, mate?"

"Lee Jordan. You've been looking at him since I've started looking at you. Now, I must say I like you a lot more then him-" Seamus inches closer to Ron and grabs his bulge with his left hand. "But I'd totally do Lee in a minute."

Ron looks from Seamus to his groin, cock quickly swelling with what must be the first hand on him other than his own. Seamus feels proud when Ron stutters on a breath as Seamus presses the palm of his hand in.

"Imagine it. Naked against cool cotton sheets, your Gryffindor bedroom in rich golds and reds. And then Lee comes in. He's naked too-"

"Wearing a tie," Ron whispers.

"He's nude except for a properly knotted tie around his neck. The V'ed point drawing your eye to his navel, and then a line of hair on his dark torso makes you look lower, and what does he have? A huge, iron hard cock, and it's all for you."

Ron is breathing heavy, and doesn't seem to notice when Seamus slips his hand up the hem of his robe so he can touch the teen's prick. Seamus wraps his fingers around it and starts a slow motion, rougher for the fact there's no lotion. "He's nowhere near your bed, but you pull your legs up to your chest anyway. You want him inside you, there's nothing you want more in this world then Lee's hard prick inside you."

"Cock," Ron whispers, voice quivering. Seamus continues to jerk Ron, it gets easier as precome starts gathering on the head of his cock, he can slide his hand over it then down.

"Lee's cock inside you, you feel like you could die if you don't have it. Lee comes over to your bed. He grins, those white teeth shining perfectly against his dark lips. He stands at the edge of the bed and he's strong enough to pull your entire body towards him. He starts wanking you, telling you how much he wants you..."

"Oh God." Ron's head is craned back, digging into the backrest of the couch. Seamus sloppily reaches into his own robes and grabs his own prick, just as hard for doing this in public with Ron as for the story he's got going with Ron being at Lee's mercy.

"He takes his hand off your cock, and you think you're going to cry. You start to take care of yourself, but he shakes his head slowly. Only once, left to right. But you get the hint, you know someone as powerful as he is isn't going to let you dictate the terms. So you wait, Lee takes off his tie. He kneels, face right beside your arse, and you're not sure what he's going to do. But then he takes the tie and wraps the thin end around your bollocks. He ties the tie around them tightly, and you hiss because you know that means you're only gonna come when he decides."

Ron's arm dissapears from his sleeve, and the way he slides down the couch leads Seamus to believe he's trying to finger himself. Seamus smiles a bit, it gives him a new twist for his story. "Lee stands back up, looking at you, all trussed up for him. And then suddenly you have two fingers in your arse and it's amazing. You can only manage one when you're wanking, but Lee's got a better angle and the fingers drive in and out of you. You moan, doesn't matter if anyone else is around you, all that would happen is them knowing how you're the one lucky enough to get Lee. Lee pulls out his two fingers, puts in three. You shake around them, it's more than you've ever had and Lee is bigger than that."

"Christ, Seamus!" Ron moans, quietly enough that no one looks at them.

"Then Lee pulls those out and you get a good look at his cock before he lines it up against you. You start to worry, because maybe he should be trying a fourth finger first. Before you say anything he presses inside. He's the biggest thing in the world, warm and hard and pulsing inside you. He bends down to kiss you, and one of his dreds tickles your ear. Lee starts rocking and it burns, but under that it's amazing, you feel like you might die if he has to stop."

"Fuck, fuck, fucfu-" Ron stutters before he spills all over the inside of his robe and on Seamus' hand.

Just to make the story complete Seamus tells himself "and when you've finally had enough to drive you around the bed, Lee shoots deep into you. The sudden warmth triggers you, and you come all over yourself, Lee's chest, the bed and the posts."

Seamus bites down on his lip to prevent himself from crying out as the heat in his belly and bollocks forces it's way out. He pulls his hand out of his robes at the same time as he pulls his left hand from Ron's. He picks up his wand and quietly casts a cleaning charm that should take care of their robes and their hands.

As methodical as he is, he hadn't planned for being weak kneed. He's supposed to be making a quick escape, but he can't stand.

"What was that about?" Ron asks, sated but completely bewildered.

"Just, consider it a favour. You need not, but if you ever want to return one, feel free." Seamus smiles and sits there until Hermione comes back with a stack of six books, and three more in her bag. He tips an invisible hat to her and crosses the common room. When Dean gets back from Quidditch he'll tell his best mate that he's queer. You shouldn't lie to your friends, nor be ashamed of who you are.