I Want to Touch You

I Want to Touch You: Chapter Three

When the train stopped, George exited quickly so as to avoid Fred. He paced outside the dining hall but he knew people would grow suspicious or concerned if he didn\'t sit with the usual crowd at dinner. He came in late and Jordan called him over. The only place open was next to Fred. He sat down stiffly and flashed an uncomfortable smile to his friends.

George concentrated on his empty plate throughout Dumbledore\'s speech and the sorting. He didn\'t seem to notice when the food appeared.

\'I\'ve got to relax,\' he thought to himself. \'This is no big deal. I was probably just wicked horny. I just touch him too much, and I\'m a teenager, and my hormones are raging.\' He kept saying these things to himself and was able to push away the feeling of emptiness and the pressing need to have contact with the body that was so near to hi
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\"George, are you sick or something?\" laughed Fred.

\"What?\"

\"You haven\'t eaten or talked the whole time! That must be a record.\" Said Lee Jordan.

\"Watching our weight, are we?\" Fred playfully wrapped his arm around his brother\'s neck and ruffled his hair with his knuckles.

\"Lemme gor!\" mumble George, but he was laughing. The surrounding students laughed at the twins\' antics.

Fred let go and shoved his brother playfully. George smiled, forgetting his previous concerns. \"I\'m dieting so I can be a model, dahling,\" he drawled. \"Got to watch my figure, don\'t you know.\"

\"A model, eh? I\'d like to see that,\" said Fred suggestively.

George realized that Fred had gone too far because of the blush he felt creeping down his neck. He looked at the others. There was a hint of uncertainty in their laughter. He smiled nonchalantly and said, \"So, Lee, get any action this summer?\"

The atmosphere went back to normal as Lee bragged about some hot babes he\'d met at the beach. George picked at his food and attempted to remain active in the conversation.

At some point, when he had loosened up a bit, he felt his thigh make sudden contact with that of his brother. He wasn\'t sure how it happened, and he pulled his leg away quickly. A few moments later, however, Fred shifted to talk to someone and his thigh was once again pressed against George\'s. George didn\'t pull away this time, and told himself that it was no big deal. But his whole being was focused on that point of contact. Every time his brother shifted or gently moved forward or backward, George felt a burning spreading through his body.

George, crazing more contact, slid his foot slowly toward Fred\'s. Under the pretense of grabbing for a chicken leg, he ensured that the entire lengths of their legs were touching, and waited without breathing for Fred\'s response. His brother didn\'t seem to ne, se, so he relaxed. By the end of the meal he felt his erection pressing against his pants, and was grateful for the long robes.

As the students filed out of the great hall, George felt horny, ashamed, and confused. Couldn\'t he control himself for one meal? He hurried through the large doors, making sure his erection didn\'t show through his robes.

That night in the common room several seventh year Griffindors sat in comfortable chairs and couches around the fireplace. George sat next to Angelina and Fred sat alone in a chair. They were all talking animatedly about the promising Quidditch season.

\"It\'s going to be magnificent!\" exclaimed Lee Jordan.

\"Well, you can\'t lose with me and George on you side, can you George?\" said Fred.

\"That\'s right. Without us, you\'d be nothing.\" George agreed.

The others laughed at the played-up arrogance of the twins. George looked over to Angelina and was disconcerted to find her looking at him with thinthing more than admiration in her eyes. Her finger grazed his pants. He felt uncomfortable.

He looked up to Fred and was stung with jealousy when he saw a blonde girl, Dana, sitting in his lap. They were laughing and she was fingering his hair flirtatiously. George felt sick and dizzy.

He stood up quickly. \"I - I don\'t feel so hot. Must - must have been those, uh, every flavor beans.\" Then he remembered what had happened in the compartment and felt another wave of confusion as he made his way upstairs.

George went to sleep early that night, but woke up to the sound of the other boys entering the dormitory. He stayed awake for a while after that, listening to the boys talking as they got ready for bed. About an hour after they had all gone to bed he heard the rustling of his bed curtains.

They opened and Fred climbed into George\'s bed.

\"What are you doing here?\" whispered George loudly while propping himself up on his elbows.

Fred covered his brother\'s mouth with his hand. \"I couldn\'t sleep,\" he whispered softly. Then he grinned wickedly. \"And I missed you.\"

George melted and felt infinitely attracted to Fred. He had the urge to reach up and kiss him on his handsome lips, but all he did was stare with dilated pupils, desire written all over his face.

Fred pressed George\'s shoulder down gently and lay next to him, stroking his brother\'s hair. George noticed the way Fred\'s thin nose slanted smoothly as if it had been carved out of stone. He placed his hand on his brother\'s side and fidgeted with the hem of his night shirt, occasionally feeling the warmth of his brother\'s skin against his fingertips.

Fred leaned his forehead against George\'s. George shuddered at the contact and moved his head sensually against his brother\'s. George wanted so desperately to pull his brother close, to lean in and kiss his perfect, strong nose, to kiss his sweet lips. But he held himself back. In the back of his brain he could hear a persistent voice chanting, \"God, you\'re dirty.\"

When Fred had fallen asleep, George cried softly. \"You\'re okay, kid,\" he whispered, \"you\'re okay.\"

The next day George woke up to Lee Jordan\'s shout of, \"Hey, where are you, Fred?\" He had seen the empty bed.

George\'s eyes flew open at the same time the curtain to his bed did. He was lying on his back and Fred was practically on top of him. He jumped up. \"Shit.\"

Lee just stood there, shocked, waiting for an explanation. Fred had woken up and said groggily, \"Wha - wha\'s goin\' on?\"

Lee was the first to speak. \"You guys were, uh, um... in bed. Together.\"

Fred laughed easily. \"Jesus, you look like you\'ve seen a ghost, Lee! Man, you should\'ve seen your face! You didn\'t think we were fucking, did you?\"

George winced at the disbelief in Fred\'s voice, but voicing the sourc Lee Lee\'s discomfort made it less real, so that Lee visibly relaxed. \"Well what was I supposed to think?\" But it was clear that he no longer had any suspicions and felt ridiculous for coming to such a farfetched conclusion so easily.

Fred laughed. \"Dude, I had a nightmare. Sick mind, though, I like it.\"

All was forgotten and, fortunately, none of the other boys had been awake to witness the incident. But George was still shaken.