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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_Rowling
  Relationship:
      Seamus_Finnigan/Dean_Thomas
  Character:
      Seamus_Finnigan, Dean_Thomas, Ron_Weasley
  Additional Tags:
      Wordcount:_1.000-5.000, First_Time, Best_Friends, Sexual_Identity,
      Adolescent_Sexuality
  Collections:
      Remix...Redux_8:_Magic_Eight_Ball
  Stats:
      Published: 2010-05-16 Words: 1146
****** Until Next Month ******
by nyargles
Summary
     It's not queer if there's a picture of a girl. Right?
Notes
     For Remix...Redux. This was a big challenge for me, since Delphi
     doesn't write any of my major pairings, but I think it turned out
     okay. I really hope you like this, Delphi, and I'm so sorry if I
     ruined your story. ;___;
  This work was inspired by
      Queer by Delphi
When the package came via Owl Post, Seamus glanced at the plain brown packaging
with an inconspicuous return address and stuffed it into his bag for later.
Next to him, a Second Year got a box of sweets from his mum, and
enthusiastically tore it apart at the table, ruining his breakfast with an
entire slab of fudge. Somewhere along the years, a few of their habits had
changed; people had stopped opening various articles of post at the table,
stowing them away for later perusal. Magazine subscriptions used to be Teen
Witch Weekly or Which Broomstick, and while he still got Which Broomstick
religiously every month, there were Other magazines to be read these days.
Seamus waited the whole day, the wrapped package inside his bag. He glanced at
it once or twice in Potions, six times in Charms and fourteen in Herbology. It
wasn't until he was safely back in Gryffindor tower, striding quickly straight
through the common room and up into the dorms that he opened it. Even though
the room was empty for now, he drew the curtains closed. The other boys
wouldn't ask why; they all had to do it occasionally.
Tearing the brown paper off and crumpling it casually near the end of his bed,
Seamus bit his lip just looking at the front page. It was going to be perfect.
He leafed open the first glossy page with one hand, rucking up his robes and
popping the buttons on his jeans with the other. He flicked through the pages
slowly, savouring it as he crudely got off. When he came, eyes glazed and
looking at something not even in front of him, he made sure that none got over
the magazine.
It took Seamus half an hour to clean up and shower. Mostly, it was the
showering. Hot water plummeted down his back as he thought of tonight, and of
the magazine shoved under his pillow. He went downstairs to do join everyone
else and do his homework, just like normal.
Flopping down next to Dean, Seamus pulled out parchment and textbooks and his
quill, spilling it all haphazardly over the table. The conversation expanded to
include him, and he grinned, basking in the circle of his friends. As it
started to lull, and people finally actually made starts on their homework,
Seamus nudged Dean with an elbow. "That time of the month, mate," he said,
quirking his sandy eyebrows.
Ron overheard: "Didn't know you had a that time of the month, Seamus. Just
don't get blood anywhere, yeah?" A chorus of 'urgh!' and 'eww!' sounded from
around the table and people laughed, but Seamus knew that Dean figured what he
was talking about. He opened his Transfiguration textbook, mind completely
elsewhere.
Later that night, when people had finished homework and were lounging around
delaying going to bed, Seamus quietly disappeared out of the common room, Dean
right behind him. As they kicked their shoes off and crawled onto Seamus' bed,
he pulled out the magazine. "Right on time," he grinned. Dean eyed it with avid
interest.
They did this every month. Seamus can't even really remember when it first
started. He'd got his first mag a while back, from people willing to sell to
underaged kids at a slightly inflated price. Then, he'd got himself a
subscription on the low down. He remembered the first time Dean had been
involved. He'd just wanted to ask Seamus something, had pulled apart the
curtains before Seamus could blurt out a 'wait!' and had then frozen, staring
at the scene. Seamus had flushed red until he thought his face was going to
explode, and had pulled his trousers back up whilst staring at the duvet.
Dean had been normal with it though. He'd frozen with shock, and it took a
moment for anything to happen, but then he had blinked, and said, "Let's see
that then," and it had been all right.
The next time, Seamus had shown Dean, and then Dean had joined him; it was a
sort of monthly thing for them now.
Seamus cleared his throat, and Dean had wrenched his eyes off the front cover
and looked at him. "D'you want me ta... ya know, do you?"
It was only because they were best friends that he knew he wouldn't get punched
out for being a creep right now. Dean just looked at him with slight
bemusement. There was a moment of silence. "You're not gonna try anything
funny, are you?"
Seamus snorted. "No."
And Dean shrugged. It was that sort of calm, unshakeable sort of shrug, where
nothing really fazed him. "Yeah, okay." He reached over and pulled the curtains
shut. They both knew better now, and charmed them to stay shut, and added a
silencing charm on top of that. The silencing charm had come into immediate
effect without either of them having to say anything about it after that night
Neville had needed to close his bed curtains. It was just something they both
knew had been needed. Dean was good with taking things in his stride, as far as
they went, but he wasn't always dead certain about things. "You sure this
isn't, you know, queer?"
That was okay though, because Dean was allowed to have doubts about things; it
just meant he thought them through. Seamus shook his head quickly, and repeated
words spoken so often in his head that they echoed a bit sometimes, "Nah. It's
a girl, innit? Blokes do this all the time." He pulled open the feature page,
where the witch of the month was touching herself. He watched Dean watch her.
Reaching over, Seamus tugged at Dean's trousers. He had these Zip things muggle
used, but he'd been slowly working out how they worked. He undid it fumblingly,
and slid his hand into Dean's underwear. Dean was warm under his touch, and he
grasped his friend's cock, palming it. Dean glanced down at his hand for a
moment, breath audible, and then reached over for him. It was... weird. Weird
having someone else touching him, unfamiliar and not exactly the way he
preferred it when he was by himself, but better in other ways.
The silence stretched between them, only an occasional grunt lingering in the
air. Dean watched the witch bounce and jiggle, and Seamus watched Dean
watching. Dean came first spilling wet and messy all over Seamus' hand, which
made his clench his fist around Seamus' cock. A choked noise clawed its way out
of Seamus' throat, and then he too was coming, staining his sheets again. They
breathed heavily, the witch still doing her thing. Dean's mouth was half open,
breathy little pants slowly turning back into normal breathing, and the moment
was over.
As Seamus tumbled off his bed for some loo roll, he bit his lip. He couldn't
wait for next month.
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