In which Theo gets the prize


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Theo woke up with his nose pressed against the back of Seamus’ neck, arm draped over his waist, body snuggled up behind him, and how terrifying was it that apparently Theo was the one initiating the act?

Seamus smelled like warm sugar, though, and his skin was pale and soft, the green hair thick with brown at the roots, and Theo grinned. He was fairly sure he’d won whatever game they’d been playing. He’d gotten the prize, at any rate.

There was a rather loud yawn, and then Seamus wriggled around, one palm scrubbing at his eyes, and he rasped, “That was spectacularly underhanded.”

Theo grinned wider. “Was it?”

Seamus nodded. There’d been fondue involved. And cheese. He couldn’t be expected to resist that sort of temptation.

“Do you mind?” Theo asked. It was a strangely sincere question, because no matter what Blaise said about them starting off on an unhealthy foot, he’d been having fun. The kind of fun he didn’t normally have. There was something very refreshing about Seamus and his lack of inhibitions; his complete care-less attitude. Theo had a feeling their ‘game’ had made this all the more real for both of them.

Seamus levered himself up onto his elbow, pushing Theo onto his back with a hand to his chest. “Depends, really.”

“On what?” Theo leered.

Seamus waggled his brows. “If you plan on doing it again.”

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