I Want to Touch You

I Want to Touch You: Chapter Four

George couldn\'t concentrate during Quidditch practice. He was too busy trying to keep his mind off of Fred. But it was so damn hard when Fred kept laughing and smiling and showing off to the team and being so goddamn irresistible. At one point George looked up to see Fred\'s smiling face looking straight at him. He was so taken aback that he stopped in mid-air and Angelina crashed right into him.

When he had regained his balahe lhe looked around for Angelina. \"Oh my god, are you okay? I\'m so sorry.\"

She surprised him by winking at him and saying seductively, \"I don\'t mind.\"

After practice George followed the rest of the boys into the locker room. He took a long time to undress and was still in his pants when the others were taking their showers. Fred came out in a towel. His body and hair were wet. George couldn\'t help but stare at his brother\'s flat chest and lean body. Fred was animatedly joking with Lee as he walked over. George watched his smooth muscles move subtly beneath his skin.

Fred opened his locker in front of the bench where George was sitting. George watched his smooth back as Fred grabbed his clothes and looked quickly away when Fred turned around.

\"George, you\'re not even undressed yet! You better take a shower, you stink!\" Fred accidentally stepped on something sharp. \"Owe!\" He put his foot up on the bench so that George could see his bare upper thigh. George shuddered and looked away.

\"God, I\'m such a klutz! But no harm done.\" He wiped away the blood.

George retreated to the showers as the boys were leaving and let the hot water run over his lean form. Leaning against the cold tiles, he slowly slid his hand up and down his hard length. He closed his eyes and images of his brother\'s face, smiling wickedly, flashed before him in the closing darkness. As he moved faster and faster, his breathing became quicker and he moaned. He emitted halting gasps as his cum slid down the drain.

He placed his hand against the opposite wall and breathed hard. After a few moments, he put a towel around his waist and exited the shower. He froze when he saw Fred.

Fred\'s back was against the wall, and his head was down. He was wearing his school uniform.

\"You - had a, um...had to relieve yourself there, eh?\" Fred laughed. His voice was lower than usual.

\"I didn\'t know anyone was still here,\" George answered dumbly.

Fred lifted his face, but kept it facing forward, away from George. It was flushed and there was confusion in his eyes. \"I - I better go.\" He looked at George then, and took in his wet body with his eyes. George grew hot under the calculating stare and shifted uncomfortably. He didn\'t know why Fred was acting like this. It was just masturbation, and they\'d both been doing it since they could add. They had never had such an awkward conversation about anything.

Instead of leaving, Fred moved closer to George. \"You have something on you,\" he said weakly. He touched a spot on George\'s bare chest, near his right nipple, and rubbed it with his thumb. George forgot to breathe as warmth spread from the sensitive spot. After a few moments Fred lowered his head and withdrew his arm. \"There, it\'s gone.\" With that, he left the dressing room. George watched his brother\'s receding figure. After a few minutes, he turned on the shower again...

The next day the seventh-year Griffindors attended their first Divination class of the year. George\'s mouth dropped when he saw the little girl from the train at the front of the room.

Professor Lamron called for order, but to no avail. The entire class was whispering about her odd appearance. She sighed. \"Yes, I do look like a child. It\'s a rare phenomenon among certain wizards. I age much slower than the average person,\" she informed them. She looked around at their faces, and winked at George.

When everyone had calmed down, she began her lesson. \"Sometimes we may unknowingly be blind to a vision because we cannot accept it as plausible,\" she began. \"For instance, if the signs foreshadow that our dog will become a successful businessman, we may try to reinterpret what we see so that it makes more sense. More often, though, this blindness occurs out of disgust or fear, and the results are more drastic. For instance, if the signs foreshadow our mother humping a deer, we may not be able to recognize the signs at all.\"

Loud shouts of disgust burst out around the classroom at the bestiality image. Lamron smiled and continued. \"Therefore, in Divination, it is important that we are open to all possibilities. Psychology plays a large part in Divination. During this class, we will examine and analyze our negative reactions to certain taboos. An important part of this year will be attempting to identify and remove preconceived notions of right and wrong, at least during or for the purpose of this class.

\"Now, I realize that this may become controversial, but try to understand that it is only for the purpose of obtaining a greater concept of the future. Please keep an open mind.\"

She asked the class to take out some parchment. She called out words or phrases and told the students to write down how much disgust they felt on a scale of one to five, five being the most disgust.

At the end she told them to get into groups of four to compare results and try explain the reason for disgust toward certain words. George, Fred, Lee Jordan and a boy named Sam formed a group.

The first few items addressed guts, blood, moldy food and consumption of bugs. All of the boys had written low numbers next to those items, and they laughed and joked about each one. It was only when they moved into the heavier items that the discussion became tense.

The first controversial item was bestiality. Fred was the only one who had put anything below a four.

\"You\'re telling me that you would do it with a horse?\" asked Lee.

\"What? Lee, I just said that the concept of bestiality doesn\'t disgust me that much. I mean, I don’t care what a person does to get himself off. Who am I to judge him for it? Just because I don\'t want to fuck a horse doesn’t make me better than people who, well, do.\"

\"But it\'s morally wrong!\" cried Sam.

\"And disgusting!\" Lee joined. \"What do yoink,ink, George?\" \"I don\'t know.\" George was looking thoughtfully at his brother. \"My initial reaction was that it was disgusting, but now that I think about it, well...Fred makes sense.\"

\"And why was disgust your initial reaction, George?\"

He looked around, startled. Professor Lamron stood at their table, waiting for a response.

\"Well, I\'ve never really thought about bestiality before. But everyone knows it\'s wrong. Everyone feels disgust for it. It\'s like you\'re a creep if you even think about it. So I reacted with disgust because it\'s, well, normal to do so. And it\'s natural not to want to be labeled as a freak.\"

\"Brava! I can see this group is doing fine on their own.\" Her pigtails bounced as she walked away.

Lee shook his head. \"Next category is...homosexuality. I put five.\"

\"I was going to put five,\" said Sam, \"but then I remembered lesbians. So I put four.\"

George groaned inwardly.

\"What did you put, Fred?\"

\"One,\" he answered.

\"You chose the lowest level? Fucking puff!\" said Sam.

\"Fuck off, Sam,\" said George.

\"What, so you want to fuck guys now as well as horses, Fred?\" jeered Lee.

Fred stood up and knocked his chair over in the process. \"So what if I do, Lee? God, you\'re all so afraid to be labeled! You\'ve all got your heads so far up your asses that you can\'t even see how afraid you are! You judge each other so that no one can point a finger at you!\"

The whole class was staring at Fred now, who was shaking with anger.

Professor Lamron intervened. \"Yes, um, excellent point, Fred, but perhaps a bit harsh when you pointed out that they have their heads up their asses. Sit down, sit down. We must all be patient with each other. And no snide remarks, Lee and Sam. We must respect each other.\"

After the class had calmed down, Lee read the next item. \"Incest.\"

George wanted to die. This was getting way too controversial. And close to home.

Sam had written five, and Lee six.

\"Six? You can\'t write six, it only goes up to five,\" Fred pointed out. Meanwhile, George was attempting to disappear while he counted the time until the end of class. Twenty seconds...

\"Well, it\'s especially disgusting.\" Lee stated.

Fifteen...

Fred rolled his eyes but kept his comments to himself.

Ten...

\"So what did you put, Fred?\" asked Sam.

George held his breath. If Fred answered four or five, everything would be okay and George could escape a potentially uncomfortable situation. So why did he want, more that anything in the world, for Fred to say one?

The sound of the bell scratched painfully against his ears. Fred looked at him, and George was flooded with indefinable emotions and confusion. He packed up his bag hastily and left.