"Go on upstairs, dear, to the very top. They're up there." Mrs. Weasley directed, and Seamus Finnigan flashed a bright smile in her direction and bounded up the stairs. He burst through the door at the top of the winding stairs a la Seamus-style, without bothering to knock. He found Ron Weasley and Harry Potter lying on Ron's bed. They both jumped when he came in, and blushed a little, but Seamus either didn't notice or didn't say anything. Harry exchanged glances with Ron. He liked Seamus well enough, but the relative chaos of the Weasley household had increased three-fold with his added presence.
"Hey, anyone up for a game of Quidditch?" Seamus asked enthusiastically. Harry's eyebrows shot up, and Ron groaned.
"Seamus! We just played for two hours this morning, and five hours yesterday!"
"So?" he asked, nonplussed.
"I'll pass, thanks," Harry yawned.
"Me, too," Ron agreed, turning to stare adoringly into Harry's eyes.
Seamus looked crestfallen and slumped away, muttering, "Honestly, those two! Can't even get a decent game of Quidditch round here..."
Seamus wandered aimlessly around the Weasley's cluttered but comfortable home. Hard as it was to admit, he missed having his best friend with him constantly.
Why did Dean have to go to Australia for the holidays? Why had his mother and father finally decided to take that haunted cruise they'd always talked about? Now he was stuck at the Burrow for the last two weeks of summer. It wasn't that he minded, not really, the Weasleys were very friendly, but...
Seamus needed sex. Plain and simple. He'd tried the twins- but they had some weird bondage thing going on-- Seamus shivered. Percy was simply untouchable; his one proposition had been met with a murderous glare. Ron would probably be a prime candidate if he hadn't been... occupied... with Harry, and Ginny and Mrs. Weasley... well, they were women! Seamus sighed and paused in his musings, to find that he was standing in the doorway of a room he'd never been in before. Venturing further, he found he was in an untidy workshop filled with a strange mishmash of modified Muggle objects. Some of them Seamus recognized from his time spent with his Muggle father. Delighted, he began to explore.
He was unaware of how much time had actually passed until, upon hearing a noise, he looked up and realized he could barely see. The only light came from a small window and an open door that led outside. Seamus could see the figure of a person framed by the feeble light, and suddenly the proverbial light bulb went on inside his head. Mr. Weasley! Of course, this was his workshop. Nevermind that he was married and father of seven; Seamus immediately formed a plan.
He waited until Mr. Weasley had nearly crashed into him before he cleared his throat. The man jumped in surprise.
“Oh! Er… Sean, was it?”
“Seamus,” he answered, running his fingers nonchalantly over some object.
“Yes, of course. Didn’t see you there, sorry,” Mr. Weasley said, trying to maneuver around him and into the house.
“What’s this?” Seamus asked, picking up a battery operated pencil sharpener—knowing full well what it was.
“Oh, that, I’m really not quite sure, it may be some sort of paper-shredding device.”
“And this?” he asked, picking up another Muggle object. Mr. Weasley began talking to him in earnest about his favorite subject. Seamus listened for about fifteen minutes, then put the rest of his plan in action. He sauntered (yes, sauntered) over to a counter and fiddled with the radio lying there. Twisting the knob through the stations, he stopped on one that was playing soft, smoky music. Seamus closed his eyes and swayed to it, moving his hips and wiggling his ass (which Dean had once called “hypnotic”). He peeked and saw that his plan was working; Arthur’s mouth was hanging open and his eyes were glued to Seamus’ rhythmic movements.
“Nice radio,” he commented, and in one smooth motion raised himself onto the counter. Seamus stretched languidly and spread his legs, muscles flexing visibly under the tight pair of Muggle jeans he was wearing.
“That’s very interesting,” Arthur said hoarsely. He blinked and rubbed his eyes tiredly. Seamus took the opportunity to quickly stick his arm into a messy tangle of wires on the counter beside him, coiling it around so it was tight and his wrist was ensnared.
“Um, Mr. Weasley, could you help me? I seem to be stuck,” he said, tugging at the wire futilely.
“What? Oh, of course.” Arthur hurried over to the counter and leaned over Seamus, examining his wrist. He pulled at the wires, but only managed to tangle them more.
“Maybe if you were a little closer,” Seamus suggested. Arthur gulped audibly and obliged, moving so that Seamus’ legs were on either side of him. Seamus slid closer to the edge so that his ass was nearly hanging off the counter. Arthur tried to focus on Seamus’ wrist. Trying to see it properly, one of his hands came to rest on Seamus’ thigh.
“I’m sorry to be such a bother,” Seamus whispered, his breath hot on Mr. Weasley’s neck.
“N-no bother!” Arthur stammered as Seamus’ legs suddenly wrapped themselves around his waist, pressing his by now obvious erection against the man’s robes.
“Maybe you could help me out somewhere else,” Seamus said, sliding his free hand down Mr. Weasley’s chest and unworking the buttons there. He licked at the exposed flesh, while his fingers wandered inside Mr. Weasley’s robes, down his stomach, to find that he was quite hard as well.
“N-now S-Sean!” Arthur yelped, trying to pull away, but Seamus’ legs were locked tightly around him.
“Aye, I know, I’m very naughty,” Seamus said regretfully. “You might even have to spank me.”
The End
Do you love me? hehe, that was wicked, I know. All right, I am working on MFML12. It will be out within the month, I promise. That's my goal.
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