When Dean couldn’t find his boyfriend on the platform, he thought that Seamus must’ve already boarded to the train. He looked around once more for a head of messy sandy hair before giving up and getting on the train. He started walking around, hoping to catch a glimpse of his lover.
It had been three weeks since Seamus had last visited him and Dean had been missing him dearly since then. He yearned for his boyfriend’s touch; he wanted to see him, hug him, kiss him. It took him about 10 minutes to find Seamus in a compartment with Ginny, Luna and Neville.
As soon as Dean opened the door of the compartment, he was pulled into a bear-hug. He didn’t waste any time at wrapping his arms around the shorter boy and pulling him impossibly close. Seamus’ hair tickled his nose as he inhaled his fiery cinnamon scent and a wide smile appeared on his face when he felt his boyfriend nuzzling his face into his chest.
“Hey Shay.”
“Hey Dean.” Seamus’ voice came out muffled, causing Dean to chuckle.
“I missed you.”
“I missed ye too.” Seamus said, after removing his head from Dean’s chest and looking up at him with his beautiful, blue eyes.
Dean smiled and leaned in, not caring there were other people in the compartment too, and captured Seams’ lips in a long, sweet kiss. Seamus melted against him and wrapped his arms around his neck to pull him closer.
“Oi! Get a room.”
The two boys separated much too quickly for either of their liking and turned to look at Ginny, who had a mock disgusted expression on her face and was covering her girlfriend’s eyes with her hands. Luna was smiling softly, not really acknowledging Ginny’s action and Neville was looking out of the train window, face beet red.
“Ye know, maybe we will.”
Seamus’ reply surprised everyone, including Dean. “We will?” He found himself asking.
“Yeah, why not?”
Seamus grabbed his stuff and gestured for Dean to do the same and they left the compartment to find an empty one. It took them a while but they managed. They got inside and locked the door before setting their things down.
“So…” Dean started after they had sat down. “What are we doing right now?” Seamus looked at him and smiled softly. “Nothin’. I just wanted to spend some alone-time with ye.”
Then he got up from where he was sitting, walked over to Dean and flopped down next to him, nuzzling to his side. Dean smiled back and wrapped his arms around Seamus happily, letting out a content sigh.
“You know, I thought you wanted to make out or shag or something when you said that we should ‘get a room’.”
Seamus choked on his own spit. “What?!” Then he started laughing, Dean joining him shortly after.
“Okay,” Seamus started once he managed to stop laughing. “I get the makin’ out part but shaggin’, really? Ye know, I always make sure yer in the mood before I attempt to have sex with ye. Why would ye think that I would just drag ye to an empty compartment to fuck, without asking ye about it first?”
“I don’t know,” Dean got close to Seamus’ ear and whispered in a low voice he knew would get shivers running down his lover’s spine. “Maybe I was just ‘in the mood’ enough to immediately think about fucking you senseless when you mentioned finding an empty compartment.” As expected, shivers ran up Seamus’ spine. Dean nipped at Seamus’ earlobe.
Seamus barely stopped himself from moaning his boyfriend’s name. He turned and captured his lover’s lips hungrily. His tongue pried open Dean’s lips and slipped into his mouth, massaging and stroking. Dean let out a loud moan.
“Be quiet Love, someone’s gonna hear ye.” Seamus breathed, pulling back a little.
Dean had his eyes closed and mouth ajar. His face was flushed and the tip of his ears were red, as his swollen lips. He whined in response, disappointed that Seamus had stopped kissing him.
Seamus chuckled slightly, pecking Dean’s lips once before moving to his neck. He licked and bit at the skin there, knowing well that it would drive Dean insane. He then unbuttoned a couple of buttons of Dean’s shirt and moved further down.
Dean let out a low moan when Seamus bit his nipple. He gripped his sides firmly and switched their positions. Then he sucked on Seamus’ neck and smirked to himself when he got a strangled moan in response. His hands roamed Seamus’ body and he stopped sucking his neck and started kissing him instead.
He climbed on top of Seamus, straddling him, and grinded down on him. Seamus moaned in surprise and Dean took the opportunity to slip his tongue into his mouth. One of his legs pried its way in between Seamus’ thighs.
Seamus’ hands got tangled in his hair and Dean moved one of his hands to his belt. But Seamus abruptly stopped kissing him and pushed him back a little.
“Stop.”
Dean stopped immediately, his hand freezing on Seamus’ belt. He went to get off of him but Seamus put his hands on his back and gave him a small smile from underneath him.
“It’s just that, I don’t think it would be a good idea to have sex in a magical, school-train. One that’s movin’ too, at the moment.”
Dean flashed back a smile and pecked Seamus’ lips once. Then he removed his hands from his back and got off of him.
“You’re right. I guess we’re going to have to wait until we’re at Hogwarts for that.”
But Dean’s smile fell when he saw Seamus’ glare on him.
“Or not.” He quickly added, misreading his boyfriend’s annoyance. “We don’t have to do anything if you don’t-”
“Why did ye stop kissin’ me?” Seamus asked cutting Dean off.
“What?”
“Why did ye stop kissin’ me?” Seamus repeated, slower this time.
“You told me to-”
“No, I told ye that we probably shouldn’t have sex in the Hogwarts Express. I didn’t say anything about the makin’ out part.” Seamus climbed on to Dean’s lap, putting his arms around his neck, and pecked his lips. “Ye wanna keep goin’?”
Dean looked at his goofball of a boyfriend with a fond and relieved grin, and leaned in.
“Is that even a question?”