Fan Fiction ❯ Closeted Fantasies ❯ Nipples! ( One-Shot )

Disclaimer: I don't own them.

Pairing: Harry/Seamus

Rating: NC-17?

Warnings: Slash and horrible writing. If you can stand both of those things, then by all means, read my fic!

Notes: Well, I really don't have a good excuse for this fic. It is just there. I don't even remember writing it. So, go ahead and read! Just remember to review.

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Closeted Fantasies

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Harry grinned.

Not only did he have all of his homework done, but also, it was only Saturday morning! He still had an entire weekend to relax and not have to worry about stupid potions papers or star charts. He stood up and stretched sore muscles, hearing some of them crack. Cringing when he felt his neck pop painfully, he stood up and moved toward the door of the Gryffindor dorm room.

He descended the stairs in a very good mood. Deciding to listen to Hermione more often when it came to homework tips, he reached the bottom of the stairs with a full smile. Now, that he was free, there was no reason he couldn't go out and play some Quidditch.

"Hey Harry!"

Turning to the voice that called him, he saw a smiling Seamus. Harry beamed back at the boy, waiting for the boy to come up to him.

"I have a question for you."

Harry's grin fell for a few seconds while he gained a suddenly suspicious look. It was after all Seamus. Seamus noticed the look and shook his head.

"Come on Harry! It's an easy one! Just tell me, what do you most want to do? Wait; let me say that again. If you were to be locked in a closet with one other person for five minutes, what would you most want to do to them?"

Harry's eyes widened.

"You consider that an easy question?"

Seamus nodded and waited for the answer. Harry shook his head. He didn't have to say anything. He looked back up a Seamus and began to tell him no…

Seamus, seeing Harry's look with a silent curse, pulled out a picture. It was very crinkled, with rips at the edges and other damages that made it look like it had just come out of a fight with a cat.

Seamus chuckled lightly, trying to smooth out the picture as best he could and not being very successful. He then gave it his approval and promptly shoved it into Harry's face. Harry crossed his eyes, making him very dizzy and his glasses weren't helping. Pulling his face away from the photo, he then caught sight of the garden.

~~Flashback~~

It had been Valentines Day and Ron had finally asked Hermione out. Having excepted his…offer eagerly, she then ran out into the gardens to tell Harry the good news. Ron meanwhile, had to report to a detention given by Snape.

Harry had been sitting out on a bench, watching the beautiful sunset the hung just above the horizon. Hermione sat down next to him, simply glowing and not all of it was from the sunlight. Harry looked over at her with a small smile. Ron must have told her. She turned toward him then and gave him the news.

"Ron asked me out today."

Harry nodded at her and she sighed a happy sigh.

"You don't mind, do you Harry?"

"No, I'm happy for both of you."

Hermione had smiled. They had talked for a little while longer, about nothing yet everything, watching the sunset in each other's company. When darkness fell, Hermione had gotten up.

"Thanks Harry, you're a great friend. Ron should be out now."

He smiled and nodded at her and she had bent down to give him a fast kiss, before going off to find Ron.

~~End Flashback~~

That was what the pictured showed, Hermione kissing Harry under the stars. It had really meant nothing, and it had been just a fast peck but that wasn't what it looked like. Harry gapped.

"Who took this?"

"I did," said Seamus proudly, "I knew it could be useful..."

Harry lunged and tried to grab the photo but Seamus sidestepped.

"Now, now Harry, try something like that again and I will show this to Ron! Then maybe a certain Slytherin…"

Harry groaned and got to his feet. This wasn't funny. Ron would kill him if he ever saw this picture. As for that certain Slytherin…Harry shook his head. Harry looked over at Seamus, defeat showing in everything from his eyes to his stance.

"I can't believe that you would go so low as to blackmail me."

"Answer the question."

Harry scratched his head, trying to show he was thinking, before he shrugged.

"I forgot the question."

Seamus sighed.

"Stalling isn't going to help you, just answer and get it over with. And no lying! You were always a terrible liar, Harry, and if you do, I'll send Ron this picture during breakfast! The whole school would love to have some early morning entertainment."

Harry paled.

"Okay, tell me Harry. What is your biggest fantasy?"

"I thought the question was if you would be looked in a closet with one other person for five minutes, what would you most want to do to them!?"

"I changed my mind."

Harry glared. He shouldn't be able to do that! His fantasy was his own business as well as…

"Um, Seamus, isn't there another question because I really don't…"

"No. Tell me now."

Harry gulped. He ran his glance over the picture, then over Seamus, then back again.

"I always…wantedtosuckonsomeonesnipples."

Seamus blinked.

"What?"

"I said it! I want that picture!"

Harry made another grab for it but once again, Seamus moved it out of arms length. Seamus cleared his throat, then turned back to Harry.

"It doesn't count if I can't understand you."

Harry shook his head. He really didn't want to be doing this.

"I said," and Harry paused, turning beat red, "that I wanted…to suck on, um, someone's…ah, nipples."

Seamus eyes went wide then he began to laugh, hard. Harry turned and tried to grab the picture but Seamus had rolled on top of it.

After about five minutes, he picked himself and the picture off the floor and looked at Harry. Harry sat on the floor, his face almost purple from shame and embarrassment. Seamus moved beside him and patted him on the back in a comforting manner.

"It's okay Harry. I was dared to ask you…things, but I won't tell them if you don't want."

Harry turned his face.

"Really?"

"Really, but…" Seamus grinned.

Harry made a half strangled, half choked sound that didn't sound at all healthy.

"I want you to try it."

Harry's gasped, his eyes widening to the size of dinner plates.

"What!"

Seamus gave him a grin and stood up. He began to pull the bottom of his shirt up teasingly, then pulled it over his head quickly. He gave a few turns, watching how Harry's eye just stared at him without really looking and pouted.

"Don't I look nice enough?"

The added sniffle was what broke Harry out of his shocked state, causing him to jump and try his best to comfort a friend.

"Oh no Seamus, it's just that…"

Trailing off when he saw that gleam in his eye, Harry took some steps backwards and landed on the couch. Seamus grinned and began to move closer, watching as Harry eyed him suspiciously.

"You are not serious Seamus. Put your shirt back on and give me the picture…"

Seamus shook his head. He moved to and sat down on the couch, gazing at Harry. Harry tried to laugh but it came out like some type of squeak, so he gave up. Sighing, knowing there was no way to get out of this. That good mood he had had at the beginning of the day was long gone now and it wasn't coming back.

"Come on Harry!"

Seamus crawled into Harry's lap, wrapping his arms around his neck. He gently blew some warm air on his ear, making Harry shiver under him. With a smile, his gave it a quick lick.

"You'll enjoy this Harry, just trust me."

Harry just inhaled his breath a little to fast, as he felt the warm tounge lick his ear.

"Harry, your fantasy wasn't to let a really hot guy lick your ear."

Harry just looked at Seamus, but couldn't help letting his eyes wonder down to the two little nubs. Seamus, catching his gaze, thrust his chest toward Harry. Harry gasped, not expecting him to do that, when he found his face pressed up against the warm skin.

Letting out the breath he had been holding, it brushed across the warm flesh, causing Seamus to shiver. He looked down at Harry and nodded. Harry just sighed. Moving his mouth up, he stuck his tounge out and hesitantly ran it across the pink nipple.

Seamus gasped and arched his back, pressing himself more firmly into Harry. Harry just ran his tounge over and around, becoming bolder with every passing minute. Slowly, Harry took the nipple all the way in his mouth and began to suck. Seamus moaned, feeling himself becoming very hard. Who knew the Boy-Who-Lived could have such a talented tounge? Wanting more friction, Seamus thrust his contained erection against Harry's hard stomach muscles. His well-defined six-pack brought out a loud groan from Seamus, who began to rub himself on Harry with enthusiasm.

Harry felt Seamus rubbing against him, heard his moans and groans, even gave off a few of his own. With every thrust Seamus gave, he landed right back down on Harry's own hardness. Harry gasped as Seamus landed on his lap again, wiggling around to get comfortable. Harry groaned and began laying a trail of hot kisses across the chest and over to the other nipple. Giving it the same treatment it gave its twin, he began with caressing it lightly with his tounge.

Seamus gasped, he couldn't take much more of this. He moved his hand slowly down and began to undo his pants. He freed his erection and pulled up Harry's shirt, not wanting to get it dirty when he came. He once more began rubbing against Harry, but now there were no cloths in the way.

Harry heard Seamus zipper as it came down but didn't really care anymore, or rather, gave it no mind as he was to busy concentrating on the sweet torture he was feeling. His own erection was pressing uncomfortably against his pants. He continued to suck and lick, feeling Seamus run his hands all over his body. He felt so hot too, much too hot. He moaned as Seamus lowered his hands, running them over his aching manhood. Seamus pulled down his zipper in a rush, with a little to much force because he ended up breaking it off. Throwing it over his shoulder and giving it no more though, he pulled Harry's pants and boxers down to his knees.

He brought his hands back and began to pump him. Harry gasped then groaned as he felt Seamus's touch. Seamus started moving against Harry again until he cried out. His hand closed over Harry again, giving him one more rough stroke as he brought Harry over as well. Harry cried out as he came, covering Seamus with his seed.

Seamus wrapped his arms back around Harry's neck, placing his head on Harry's shoulder, panting heavily. When he had once again caught his breath, he looked at Harry with a smile.

"Told you it would be fun."

Harry snorted then saw the picture laying on the couch not more then two feet from them. Reaching out suddenly his hand closed around it and he pulled it back to him in triumph.

Holding up the picture Harry smiled, as did Seamus. In a low voice, Seamus brought his head up and whispered in Harry's ear, "I made copies of that you know."

Harry gaped at him, going pale. What more could he want from him?

"Now, about that other question with the closet, would you…"

END

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Well, like I said, I have no excuses what so ever. Well, maybe the fact that I don't even remember writing this is my excuses…aw, who cares? Review? Please?