𝔖𝔢𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔡 ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔢 (18+ ℭ𝔬𝔪𝔭𝔩𝔢𝔱𝔢)

Did that really happen?

     "You're doing fine."

     My hand froze on the toilet stalls door handle.

     "I didn't think I was going to turn into a total mess before the first day. How did I let you drag me back here?" I recognized Dean Thomas' voice.

     "You returned because you need to finish your education," Seamus Finnigan said.

     "I can get a good job without it."

     "Yeah, but you can't..."

     Cracking the stall door open, I inched out and peeked around the corner.

     Dean sat on one of the benches with Seamus kneeling at his feet. The Irishman rubbed his hands up and down the seated boy's thighs. "And you're in love with me, so you'll stay to make me happy."

     My breath caught.

     "That's a cheap shot."

     "But, it's effective."

     "True." Dean smiled then rested his forehead against Seamus'. "Are you sure you want to spend your life with a wimp who jumps at every scrape of a chair or door slamming closed?"

     "I wouldn't have said yes when you asked me if I didn't want to be with you. Besides, you're doing great, just take it one step at a time."

     "One meal, and I'm ready to call it quits. Some brave Gryffindor I make."

     "You have anxiety, so it's understandable, now stop beating my boyfriend up for being human." Seamus moved his hands faster, encouraging Dean with the cheery energy he's famous for.

     "You're right. Sorry, I'm keeping you awake with this nonsense."

     "I can get by on a couple of hours, so don't worry about that."

     Dean sighed, and they grew quiet.

     "If you need, we can stay here for a bit longer, and I could kiss you all better." Seamus ran his palms up the other man's chest.

     Dean smiled then nodded eagerly.

     Cupping his face, Seamus said, "I love you, Dee."

     "I love you too."

     Their lips met, and a small smile pulled at my mouth.

     I needed to get out of here.

     Inching out of the stall, I peeked to make sure they were too busy to notice me.

     Their kiss went from vanilla ice cream to a hot fudge banana-split with siracha. The Irishman tugged at Dean's pajama bottoms. The dark-skinned man shifted, and Seamus freed the large chocolate-hued penis from his clothes.

     Freezing mid-step, I could feel my eyelids open wide enough for my eyes to fall out of my head if I leaned forward.

     Dean's throaty moan filled the air as Seamus sucked the rigid shaft into his mouth.

     I turned and stared at the exit with tunnel vision. Taking a deep breath, I inched towards it on my tip-toes. As I reached the corner, a door slammed in the distance.

     Clothes rustled behind me. "What was that?"

     "Harry, is that you?" Seamus asked.

     I bolted to the door, ripped it open, and started to run back to the dorm room.

     "Harry, wait," Seamus yelled.

     The bathroom door slammed closed, and the Irishman's footfalls clipped down the hall after me.