Samuel Harper (samlish) wrote in riddikulus,
@ 2007-12-30 00:18:00

WHO; Booth, Dean and Sam.
WHEN; After curfew, Sunday night.
WHERE; The Quidditch Pitch.
SUMMARY; A awkward meeting anyone?
RATING; TBA.
WARNINGS; Boykissing?
STATUS; Uncompleted.

Under the last few weeks Sam had been thinking really hard, mostly about his own sexuality. Was he gay..? No, he couldn't be he liked girls way too much to go over to only blokes, but he did like them too, right? He guess he did like them both, so why not take advantage of being able to have fun with both girls and boys? Though of course no one needed to know he had fun with well.. boys also. Only the boys he did fool around with that is, of course. It was still feeling kinda weird, he had to admit, but after what he had done with Dean it was feeling more and more like a normal thing, just like kissing a girl. Though maybe right now it felt even more exciting, since it was a new thing and well Sam loved new things to explore and find out the fun things in them. And that was what he was doing right now, right? Yeah, he was exploring it, and well why not share the exploring with more than just Dean? He liked Booth, the boy was cuter than a girl sometimes and he had the innocent as well like he was a virgin, and that was what he was also, Sam guessed. Dean wouldn't mind now would he..? Maybe Booth could have some fun with them and well who knew maybe Dean could get a little less jealous, because Sam had understood by now that that was what he was doing and acting like, a jealous boyfriend and well he sure didn't need that. He didn't do boyfriend or girlfriends for that matter, but right now a girlfriend was something he could think of more, since there was no way he could come out with that he liked boys too. Oh no, that would be a disaster for his mother, and he didn't want their family to be the main gossip around the pure blood families, it was bad as it was with his father dead and all..

He sucked on his bottom lip as he walked down from the castle, he had just sneaked past Mrs Norris, that stupid cat was worse than all the professors together in the whole castle sometimes, he really wanted to kick it right now, but he didn't have time for just that right now, but he had sneaked past her after a while and now he was on his way down to the Quidditch Pitch. He wasn't as stupid as he didn't know this would turn out, at first at least, to be a bad idea. Dean would so get all mad and grumpy, and start to pout and then like refuse to talk to him or something, and Booth would he guess give him a hurt look, that would make him feel super guilty, and then blush and try to leave scared to dead, but hey he would try his best not to try them do that, what they wanted. Maybe if he did keep them there no matter what things would change, and maybe they could share him..? Booth had to like him some, since he had said yes now two times to meet him close or after curfew and he had also said yes to let him give him and show him how to give a hickey, and who said yes to do that if you didn't like the person at least a little bit deep down..? And well when it came to Dean, Sam knew he liked him, was somewhat of in love with him, and secretly Sam really loved it, the whole Dean's eyes on him in class and when he looked there he looked away and then got almost like a blush over his cheeks and how he walked close to him in the corridor and brush their legs against each others and then he usually shivered. Sam just loved that he had that effect on Dean and he loved that he felt like he also had power over him, it was just a great feeling, power.

When he reached the Quidditch Pitch Sam looked around, it was actually pretty good weather tonight, just a few small clouds on the sky and the sun had gone down a few hours ago and it was not super cold and it was starting to get to Autumn, but it was still almost Summer like warm some days, and this night was one of the few still left this late Summer or early Autumn, that was good, a perfect night for some fun with 'his' boys. He loved to just call him 'his' boys, even if his mind, made him smile and hope that they would really not flee from this and him tonight, he really wanted some fun, with his father being dead a whole year tomorrow and all, he felt like being happy for a while, enjoying something, like exploring how it felt to kiss Booth a little more and stroke down his body and maybe let Dean watch or help him out, well yeah Sam was a kinky player, sometimes..

(Post a new comment)

thebetterdean
2007-12-30 01:14 am UTC (link)

Dean was sitting on the ground of the pitch looking up at the sky; he was just waiting for Sam to show up. He was running his hands through his hair before he pulled his beanie back on and adjusted his glasses. Dean was looking around the pitch as he had arrived early. Dean just wanted to lose himself in Sam tonight like the few nights before. He liked it a lot, the entire experience. Dean loved kissing Sam, but he knew that if he could have Sam to himself it would take time and probably involve Dean showing him that he carried by being with someone else. On issue was finding some guy willing to date him or be with him, or at least kiss him in front of Sam. Issue with that was Dean didn’t know about coming out to the entire Hogwarts population.

Dean looked up when he heard someone coming, so he turned his head in the direction, it was Sam. He got up from the ground and didn’t really bother to dust of his jeans or sweater. He headed over to Dean and smiled at him. “Hey,” he said quickly before looking around. Nobody was here or around, like he had hoped. He wanted to prove to Sam he wasn’t a chicken. “I’m going to show you I can be brave enough,” Dean said softly before he leaned forward and kissed him. Dean moved closer to him and slipped his hands up his chest and pulled him closer. He parted his lips and brushed his tongue along his. Dean moved his hand down his back as he pulled him closer. Dean wasn’t exactly aware Sam had invited another guest.

(Reply to this)(Thread)

samlish
2007-12-30 01:41 am UTC (link)

That Dean would be already there didn't come as such a surprise for him, first of all he didn't think the other guy would be a coward and not show up, he knew him for years back now and he knew the other boy would turn up if he said he would, and he also knew that he would be here before him, since well it was easier to sneak out before curfew, and he bet Dean had thought about that, but it hadn't crossed his mind tonight that he could do that. He smiled back to him as he got up and walked against him, he didn't move back, he would never have done it, not even if they had just been friends right now. Sam had always been the kind of person that loved hugs and being close, and most of all actually he loved to cuddle, if you didn't count sex, because of course he loved that most of all. Though the next thing that came from Dean he might have taken a step back from if they had just been friends, the kiss that is. But right now he was kissing him back right away without question, moving his tongue against Dean's in the next moment, his hands coming up to rest for a while on his sides, and down to at his hips. Brushing for a while past Dean's own hands and then resting on his back, as he let him kiss him for a while, just enjoying it.

He didn't know when Booth was going to show up, and for a while he had almost forgotten that he would, then suddenly it got to him and maybe like all other people that would end the kiss then and there, he instead kissed Dean harder and stroked his side, pushing his shirt up a little in his side and stroking with curious fingertips along his soft skin there. Sam didn't know why he didn't stop, this might scare Booth to dead and he would flee before he could stop him, but maybe he would find it, not onlu scary, but maybe also a bit well.. fun to watch? Or at least make him curious and finding out more about kissing and hickeys and what more.

(Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

huntington
2007-12-30 01:56 am UTC (link)

If Booth had been told by anyone that Sam not only thought of him as "his" but suspected their might be deeper feelings inside of Booth himself, Booth would have been uncomfortable immediately. He liked Sam only as a friend and mostly he had suggested this...whatever this was...so that Sam would quit throwing it into his face that he had denied him once. He was nervous, of course, not only with sneaking out but with even kissing Sam and none of that was alleviated when he finally made it down to the Quidditch Pitch.

It wasn't a place he frequented, first of all, and second of all the darkness was enough to make him grit his teeth a little. He didn't know why they were meeting after curfew in the dark a second time, since Sam had been so afraid of the dark before, but he did plan on asking him if they could relocate somehow.

What if someone came along?

Booth had changed out of his pajamas in the dark, stubbing his toe once during the process, and so arrived at the Pitch in a pair of dark jeans and a sweater. An outfit that was looking as though it'd already go to waste since Sam was already at the Pitch, with someone. Booth, who had no clue about Sam's intentions either, would have surely objected to any idea of doing any of that with a third party involved. Even now, he was more embarrassed than anything. Maybe Sam meant to jealous somehow -- which was weird, they were JUST friends -- but whatever he meant to do had Booth confused.

"Sam...?"

(Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

thebetterdean
2007-12-30 06:23 am UTC (link)

Dean was rather enjoying this. It seemed for them things were beyond words. He was enjoying kissing Sam over and over again. His lips were addictive and something he wanted more each time. Dean’s hands were moving around over top of the fabric of his shirt but started to move up underneath it brushing along the skin. Dean’s hand moved around his front and pushed his hand down along the front of Sam’s pants. More than anything he would love to feel that familiar bulge grow again.

He was lost in kissing him, his glasses becoming crooked. He bit on his lip as he pulled back. Dean started to run his lips along his neck when he heard the name of the boy he was kissing and it wasn’t from him. Dean looked up and looked over his shoulder at the figure of Booth Huntington. He looked at Sam and then back to Booth. “What the hell is he doing here?” He asked sternly to Sam as he took his hands off Sam and stepped back.

Dean was crushed, Sam had invited Booth. He didn’t want to spend time with that idiot. He wanted Sam to himself. He wanted to soak up all the kissing he could get. Dean didn’t know how long this phase would last with Sam and he wanted as much as he could have.

(Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

samlish
2007-12-31 12:42 am UTC (link)

There was no lies if you would say Sam was enjoying the kissing, they came from his best mate, but he didn't care, they felt great and kisses were kisses right? As long as they felt good, tasted good and you wanted more of them, they were good kisses, right? He stroked Dean's side and was about to get more of his hand up inside of his friend's shirt, along that soft skin that felt like it more fitted on a girl, when he heard a voice, was it someone calling out his name? And then Dean was backing away from him, breaking the kisses that had started to kiss down his neck, where he really liked it and all. Kinda grumpy he looked up on who had interrupted them, not thinking on that it could be a professor or someone that couldn't find out he liked to kiss other blokes, or that he had after all invited in Booth here, and it would probably be him standing there calling out his name in shock. No, all of that he had forgotten, but now he remember it all again as he looked up at met Booth's eyes in the dark, because he was standing close enough for him to do that. "He..? I thought it would be fun to show him something quickly.. And when we are three and all, don't you think we can be three also in the.. dance.. song..?"

"Why do you stand so far away, Boothy? We don't bite.. I think." He winked at Dean and took a step forward to Booth, getting a hand out when he was close enough and placed it on his shoulder, his thumb brushing a few times against the fabric of his sweater there, and then mumbling low enough so Dean would not hear it. "You could at least try it out, if you don't like it, I swear we stop it and let you leave or slow down or rest or whatever.

(Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

huntington
2007-12-31 01:31 am UTC (link)

Booth wasn't sure just how to comprehend wasn't happening at first. Sam had agreed to meeting here tonight, he was pretty sure. He hadn't rescheduled or said that he'd be busy and he hadn't said that they'd have company so what was this. His eyes met Sam's, once, and only widened a little when he realized what Sam was asking of him.

He hadn't meant to ruin Sam and Dean's whole...whatever that was... and was still wrapping his mind around the realization that the two of them were...something but he wasn't about to go hopping into the mix either. Even if he'd only come down here to appease Sam and stop him from always getting angry with him, he figured that something this close and personal was only supposed to be shared with two people. Even if they were only friends.

"No, I'm...I'm not going to try out anything," Booth said, flushed completely red and then taking a couple of tentative steps back, "I think I'm just going to go back to the Castle and...and pretend like I didn't see anything."

Even if he had agreed, Dean didn't look too pleased to have him around. This was too weird for Booth.

(Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

thebetterdean
2007-12-31 11:52 am UTC (link)

Dean was still confused as to why Booth was here. Had he not made plans with Sam to prove to him he could be just as daring as he claimed to be? He was not going to share Sam with Booth, there was no way. He didn’t even want to be this close to Booth and he was breaking that silent vow to himself. His eyes were narrowing on Booth just wishing the boy would leave so Dean could have Sam back, but would he even want him now?

Dean was sick and tired of being dragged along. He was sick of Sam doing things with him and then acting like it was nothing. Each time they kissed it was something to him. He was just growing to dislike the arrangement they had. So Booth showing up was really not helping the matter. “Fuck this shit; I will leave you two alone.” Dean had been the one to invite Sam and then he had to go and invite the Hufflepuff. Dean was taking this as a sign that Sam didn’t exactly want Dean around for what Dean wanted. Plus there was no way in hell he would do anything with the three of them.

(Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

samlish
2008-01-02 10:55 pm UTC (link)

This was just unbelievable, they were both acting like this a big horrible thing, hey it could be nothing like that, and instead a great thing, the three of them together, exploring and trying to find out what felt good and what didn't. Was it really just he who thought that had been a great and hot idea? Well maybe he was the only real pervy teenage boy in here after all, they both acted like sensitive girls right now, or something. "Oh come on, Dean. Stop being such a freaking baby." He said and took hold of Dean's arm and held him there, there was no way he was letting them go now, or at least not the both of them. There would be like a big thing if he took hold of Booth and keep him there for real against his will, but Dean.. well he had done it before, maybe not as serious as now though. He dragged him with him up to Booth and grabbed his arm too, and looked at Dean for a while. "Come on, it will be great. Try it for.. for me?" He knew Dean would like it, only he gave it a try, just a bloody try once, couldn't he at least do that for him?

"Come on, Booty. Just a kiss and a hickey, you wanted to know right? How you made one.. so come on. I will not do something you don't want to.. If you say stop I will stop.. I'm not that strong so I can make you do anything anyway.. So, come on, please..?" He really could need this about now, something like this would so help him to not think of his father and how it had been the day a year ago he had died, he licked his bottom lip and stroked his thumb over Booth's bare skin just under the sleeve of his shirt where he held onto him, looking back to Dean for a moment and then at Booth again, hoping they would say the answer he wanted..

(Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

huntington
2008-01-04 03:35 am UTC (link)

Booth had heard a lot of things about love and commitment and that sort of thing and, while he'd been willing to compromise that just a little to ensure that he and Sam stayed friends, he wasn't so willing to do it with a third party. He liked Dean okay, since he'd never exactly spoken with him and didn't have room to judge, but Dean didn't want this either. Anyway, three people doing...things together...was just off.

His nose scrunched, then he frowned. Booth pulled his arm away from Sam slowly, a bit uncomfortable with the slow stroking on his wrist, and then he shook his head.

"I'm sorry, Sam, it's just...it's not going to work. I want to get back to the castle. I'm telling you no now, I just-- let it go, okay?"

(Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

thebetterdean
2008-01-04 03:52 am UTC (link)

Sam was holding on to him, and he was not exactly pleased. He looked at him with an annoyed look on his face. “Let me go, I’m not doing anything with him and it appears not with you either.” Dean was not going to just let Sam push him around. He was not going to spend time with Booth and Sam together because that was not up his alley. Dean was not at all interested in this.

“Let me go,” Dean said harshly as he pulled himself away. He looked at Sam and then to Booth and he just shook his head. He was really not interested in this. He just wanted to go back to his dorm and sleep. “Screw off Sam, I’m going. If Booth is smart enough he will leave too.” Dean was not impressed with Sam, how he ever thought he would be interested in doing anything with that Hufflepuff was far beyond him.

(Reply to this)(Parent)

scribbld is part of the horse.13 network
Design by Jimmy B.
Logo created by hitsuzen.
Scribbld System Status