Sweet\'s Little Collection

A/N: Wow, I just realized that I didn't post up yesterday's entry! I have the next nine written. Guess I have no excuse. Saturday got away from me. lol. Sorry, pretties! Looks like you get two today, you lucky ducks! Without further ado....

Day Twelve:

Fred kissed George lightly as the other man slid into bed with him. They were in their shared room of the Burrow, and this had become a nightly occurence for the two of them. George wrapped his arms around his brother, deepening their kiss, much to Fred's delight. George nudged Fred to the side, climbing on top of his body, and settling between his legs. He couldn't think of anywhere he'd rather be, as Fred attacked his lips with fervor. 

He could feel the man beneath him getting hard, and ground his hips down against him, moaning at pure pleasure of the contact. Fred broke their kiss, his breath catching in his throat, and George moved his lips to his neck, undeterred. Fred moaned quietly, his hands fisting in George's hair. He tugged gently, pulling George away from his skin to look into his eyes. "I love you, George," he whispered. He loved the way George's eyes lit up everytime he said those simple words. "I love you, too, Fred," George replied with a smile. 

Ron eased the door shut, and backed away slowly, his eyes wide.