I Want to Touch You

A/N: Hello! I'm sorry it's been so long. I've been adjusting to the joy that is college. It's fantastic here! This is short because I have to get up early tomorrow to study before work. But man, you wouldn't believe the fun I have hanging out with dorks and nerds like me! If you are not in college, you should be. If you are, love it to death! But my sexuality is a curious secret to keep. It makes me feel out of place sometimes. On the whole I'm confused about it, as well. But why do you need to know about my personal life? It's the story you came to read, and I apologize for its brevity. I just got my lap top set up today, so I have an excuse. There will be more and longer chapters on the way, but you must keep in mind that I'm working my ass off.

Fred and George held hands as they walked through the crowded streets. They joked, laughed, and exchanged loving gazes. Several people watched them with curiosity as they passed.

Fred leaned in to say in a low voice, “It’s as if they’d never seen two fags before!” George laughed loudly and looked directly into Fred’s eyes. Emboldened by his anonymity, he leaned in to give Fred a light peck on the lips.

Fred looked around nervously and excitedly. Few people seemed to have noticed the chaste gesture. George leaned into Fred’s mouth again, this time prolonging the kiss. Fred closed his eyes and concentrated on the lingering touch of tingling heat. When George pulled away Fred let out a small breath of contentment. He opened his eyes and his smile spread from ear to ear.

The shocked looks of observers merely added to Fred’s excited elation, and after a few more moments of walking he decided to give them a show by abruptly stopping in the middle of the street, turning his brother toward him with both hands, and letting his tongue search George’s inviting mouth and lips in an uninhibited open-mouthed display of passion.

Electricity coursed through the twins’ bodies. George’s hands rose haltingly into the air. His eyes were closed and he seemed intent on moving his mouth and face to the most advantageous positions. A foot or so of air separated their bodies, and they slowly closed the distance though intuition more than conscious thought.

George placed his hand tentatively on Fred’s shoulder as he tasted him with his tongue. The place pulsed from the physical contact and caused the brothers to press their bodies together.

A loud explanation of “Jesus Christ!” broke them apart. They blinked as though they had just come out of a long dark tunnel into coarse sunlight. Fred spotted the source of the shout first: Lee Jordan. George realized it a moment later and looked for his brother’s reaction.

Fred beamed and said, “Hey, Lee, how’s it going?”

Lee stood immobile with a slacken mouth and shocked, wide eyes.

“Really?” said Fred. “Interesting. Well, I would stay and chat, but I have more pleasurable activities to attend to. Have a nice day!”

The two boys laughed loudly as they left Lee Jordan confused and disturbed.

“Honestly, Fred, how do you find it so easy to come out to your friend? God, Lee of all people!”

“Yeah, he’s one of the most homophobic people I know! I’ll regret it on Monday. But right now I’m living in the moment, however recklessly.”

They spent the day wandering the streets, stopping every few minutes to kiss briefly. Their affections may have seemed excessive, but George's disguise liberated them both. Homosexuality seemed trivial to Fred after incest. People could deal with a politically accepted minority sexual preference, even if they were a bit wierded out.

By the end of the day, however, the constant disgusted stares and loud whispers were becoming tiresome.

"I had fun today, Fred. It feels nicer when I can express my affections in public. It's such an awful, gnawing secret. But I wanted us to be a normal couple," George admitted as they sipped on coffe and smoked cigarettes in a small tea house.

"I know," Fred sighed. "If only there were a significant population of gay wizards in Hogsmeade."

George's mug stopped halfway to his lips. "Wait. Fred, are there any clubs around here?"

"Well sure, there are a few underground wizarding clubs near here."

"Are any of them gay?"

"I'm not sure...wait a second, I remember Percy talking about some dirty queer joint...oh jesus, what was it called...something about a colorful bird..."

"The Pink Flamingo?"

"Yes! That's it!" exclaimed Fred. "But what are you suggesting? There's no way in hell we can stay here! They count heads before we return to Hogsmeade!"

"No, later tonight. We'll slip out through the passageway that leads to Hogsmeade!" George's face was bright with excitement.

"What have I created?" Fred asked himself, shaking his head.

"Oh, come on, I was always just as immature and rebelious as you. Just less, well, unorthodox." The two boys laughed uneasily. Their situation was still too new and heavy to be discussed lightly.

But because they had appeared in public as a couple they felt more comfortable about their feelings. Even George seemed to be trying to forget the blatant immorality of his desires.

The two boys went back to the woods and George took on his normal appearance. Fred ws dissapointed that they couldn't be "a couple" anymore, but was glad to have the real and much more desirable looking George back with him.

On the way back, Lee Jordan's face was white as a sheet. Fred looked at him sympathetically and made a mental note to have a long talk with him later about his sexual orientation.

At eleven thirty the twins made their way through the passage and to Hogsmeade. They both decided to wear a bit of eyeliner they stole from Ginny and Fred put on a light coat of lip gloss. He also spiked his hair and cast a spell to color it blue because, as he said to George, "Why should you have all the fun?" Fred dressed in a tight shirt and jeans and George in a vintage suit. They looked just different enough that, in low lights, they wouldn't be assumed to be related.

Fortunately, Fred remembered that Percy had let loose how to enter the club. They walked about a mile to a deserted, crumbling bar. Fred knocked on the door seven times and began to recite, "Some years ago - nevermind how long precisely - having little or no money in my pocket..."

Just when Fred was afraid that the small bit he had memorized wouldn't suffice, the door opened and the twins stepped into a dark, small, rundown room. A guard inside looked them over critically, and finally decided to open a second door to let them in. The twins were surprised when loud, booming techno music, soft darkness, and intense strobe lights assaulted them. They walked in slowly.

When their eyes adjusted they looked around. Girls were grinding with other girls, men were looking intensely into each others' eyes, groups of people were laughing uninhibitedly. The twins stood at the door for several minutes, letting the scene pervade their senses. Finally, they stepped into the natural beauty of acceptance. It was like coming home.