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asimplechordTitle: A decent substitute
Author: irisgirl12000
Rating: R
Word count: 566
Prompt: Set 50.4, #6, surprise
Warnings: boys groping, twincest implied
A/N: Part of the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
100quills prompt set. Follows Revelation and Immediate fallout. Unbeta'd.
George watched the hand on his flesh, fascinated. Not for the first time, he wondered if part of Lee's appeal wasn't his complete and utter difference.
Lee's long hair, in its dreadlocks.
Lee's solitary upbringing.
Lee's contentment at watching Quidditch rather than playing.
Lee's beautiful dark skin, and the way it looked next to his own, milk-pale and freckled.
He followed its path down his torso, struck by the contrast, thinking how different it looked than the hands in his last dream.
"You're thinking again. I'll have to do something about that."
Lee shifted and twisted, turning them so that his chin hung over George's shoulder. From that angle, he had a clear view of the open shirt and trousers.
"Watch."
George forced his eyes to remain open, focused, when Lee's hand slid that last bit and cupped him, the heel of his hand landing mid-way down his cock, his fingertips brushing his testicles teasingly. He concentrated on that hand, trying to ignore the thrill of pleasure he felt from Lee pressed against his back, pelvis tight to his buttocks.
The hand looked so dark, so different against his pale skin; even the palm, which was lighter than the back, was—
George tilted his head back and moaned when a puff of warm breath blew into his ear.
"Like that?" Lee sounded pleased and nervous both, and George was happy to encourage him.
"Fuck, yes!"
"Keep watching, then," Lee whispered, before running his lips down the side of George's neck to nip at the tendon at the base.
George twisted one hand in Lee's dreads and rested the other on the top curve of Lee's hip, holding tight enough to keep Lee's cock, which felt impossibly long and hard, even inside his denims, aligned just so against his arse.
He had no idea how much time had passed, and he didn't care. It took all of his concentration to keep his eyes open and his mouth closed, and in the end he failed at both.
They were going to come. George knew it; there was a familiar tingle at the base of his spine, and his balls were ready to explode. He could feel Lee's grip tightening. The flex of hips against his became more urgent, and Lee lifted his head enough to capture George's lips.
George opened his mouth to meet Lee's, but a muffled gasp of surprise had him turning to face the entrance the one-eyed witch normally guarded.
Fred stood there, parchment in hand. His face was pale, but for two bright spots of color high on his cheeks.
"George, Lee." Fred's voice was strangled.
"Fred—"
"Angelina wondered what was keeping you, so I borrowed the Map." He waved the parchment weakly. "I'll just… tell her you'll be a few minutes."
With that he turned and headed back down the passage.
Stunned, George didn't know whether he should head after Fred or return to what he had been doing. Even though they had been disturbed, his prick was still hard in Lee's hand.
Lee hadn't moved, either. George shifted restlessly, thinking maybe they should follow Fred, after all. Instead of releasing him, though, Lee renewed his grip. George looked up, and was surprised anew to see wistful understanding in Lee's expression.
"Close your eyes."
"What?"
"Close your eyes, George. That way you can imagine that you're doing this with whoever you want."
Author: irisgirl12000
Rating: R
Word count: 566
Prompt: Set 50.4, #6, surprise
Warnings: boys groping, twincest implied
A/N: Part of the
100quills prompt set. Follows Revelation and Immediate fallout. Unbeta'd.George watched the hand on his flesh, fascinated. Not for the first time, he wondered if part of Lee's appeal wasn't his complete and utter difference.
Lee's long hair, in its dreadlocks.
Lee's solitary upbringing.
Lee's contentment at watching Quidditch rather than playing.
Lee's beautiful dark skin, and the way it looked next to his own, milk-pale and freckled.
He followed its path down his torso, struck by the contrast, thinking how different it looked than the hands in his last dream.
"You're thinking again. I'll have to do something about that."
Lee shifted and twisted, turning them so that his chin hung over George's shoulder. From that angle, he had a clear view of the open shirt and trousers.
"Watch."
George forced his eyes to remain open, focused, when Lee's hand slid that last bit and cupped him, the heel of his hand landing mid-way down his cock, his fingertips brushing his testicles teasingly. He concentrated on that hand, trying to ignore the thrill of pleasure he felt from Lee pressed against his back, pelvis tight to his buttocks.
The hand looked so dark, so different against his pale skin; even the palm, which was lighter than the back, was—
George tilted his head back and moaned when a puff of warm breath blew into his ear.
"Like that?" Lee sounded pleased and nervous both, and George was happy to encourage him.
"Fuck, yes!"
"Keep watching, then," Lee whispered, before running his lips down the side of George's neck to nip at the tendon at the base.
George twisted one hand in Lee's dreads and rested the other on the top curve of Lee's hip, holding tight enough to keep Lee's cock, which felt impossibly long and hard, even inside his denims, aligned just so against his arse.
He had no idea how much time had passed, and he didn't care. It took all of his concentration to keep his eyes open and his mouth closed, and in the end he failed at both.
They were going to come. George knew it; there was a familiar tingle at the base of his spine, and his balls were ready to explode. He could feel Lee's grip tightening. The flex of hips against his became more urgent, and Lee lifted his head enough to capture George's lips.
George opened his mouth to meet Lee's, but a muffled gasp of surprise had him turning to face the entrance the one-eyed witch normally guarded.
Fred stood there, parchment in hand. His face was pale, but for two bright spots of color high on his cheeks.
"George, Lee." Fred's voice was strangled.
"Fred—"
"Angelina wondered what was keeping you, so I borrowed the Map." He waved the parchment weakly. "I'll just… tell her you'll be a few minutes."
With that he turned and headed back down the passage.
Stunned, George didn't know whether he should head after Fred or return to what he had been doing. Even though they had been disturbed, his prick was still hard in Lee's hand.
Lee hadn't moved, either. George shifted restlessly, thinking maybe they should follow Fred, after all. Instead of releasing him, though, Lee renewed his grip. George looked up, and was surprised anew to see wistful understanding in Lee's expression.
"Close your eyes."
"What?"
"Close your eyes, George. That way you can imagine that you're doing this with whoever you want."
