Silver thoughts

‘Next time I consider flying into the sunset a good idea, shoot me,’ grumbled George, undressing.

‘The idea was good, the execution on the other hand...’ Fred shivered and started to pull off the wet clothes. ‘We should have stopped in Hogsmeade and flooed straight here.’ They both unanimously went to the bathroom, shedding their clothing along the way. George gasped when the bathroom came into view. It looked much better than one could imagine. The expanding charm was obvious, as the room, small earlier and now much bigger, contained both the enormous bath and the big shower. The tiles, muggle ones, were white and amaranthine, adorned with golden, intricate designs. There were golden pots with ivy which magically grew over the walls, it's dark, juicy greenness contrasting with the colour of the tiles. In the middle of the central wall, a gigantic mirror in a golden decorative frame had been hung.

‘Does she think we are fops or something?’ George snorted giving the mirror a curious once-over.

‘Shut up, it was my idea,’ snapped Fred ‘I like to look at something beautiful in the morning.’

‘Look at me, it should be enough to satisfy your narcissist needs. I’m your identical twin, after all,’ George huffed.

‘Oh, piss off!’ Fred snapped and stepped inside ‘The floor is warm,’ he noticed.

George admired the view of Fred’s taut bum swinging to the sides while he moved. Fred approached the mirror and studied his reflection, George followed him and stood behind his twin, wrapping his arms around his waist and putting his chin on Fred’s shoulder.

‘We’ve changed,’ George acknowledged. They looked at their reflection, positive grins turning into thoughtful smiles. They weren’t identical anymore, at last not to themselves. Some distinct, almost unnoticeable details were different: the shape of their jaws, Fred’s being more delicate,

George’s more square and hard, their hair grew in slightly different ways. It wasn’t prominent enough for others to notice, but they saw it, and each day it was getting more and more obvious.
Shaking off the solemn thoughts, George nuzzled his nose into Fred’s neck, purring contentedly.

‘Pity it’s so late.’ Fred surprised him by speaking first, along with moving to the bath, ‘Because I want to have a long, steamy bath in here with you.’ He finished, his voice turning into purr. George gulped, his cock twitching in interest.

‘It’s not like we have anything to do tomorrow.’ He responded.

‘I thought you were tired.’ Fred teased, already turning on the multiple taps, filling the bath with lathery water and the air with soapy bubbles. George approached him and put his hands on Fred’s hips while rocking into Fred's protruding ass.

‘Not *so* tired,’ George purred into Fred’s ear. He spun him in place and pushed him lightly into the water, joining him immediately. He straddled his twins’ hips and kissed his mouth fiercely.

‘Any suggestions, oh beautiful one?’ He teased and licked at Fred’s bottom lip.

‘A reciprocal back-washing maybe?’ Fred gasped breathlessly as George’s erection grinded into his own.

‘Mmmm you know what touching my back does to me, don’t you?’ George nibbled at Fred’s earlobe and then kissed his brother hungrily. Fred answered the kiss immediately with urgency, groping George’s buttocks and kneading them as their tongues danced together. George leaned into his touch, groaning.

‘I want you, brother.’ He managed and mewled when Fred brushed a thumb over a very sensitive patch of his skin, then Fred slid his thumb into the crease of George’s ass and petted the puckered opening, his brother yelping at the touch and rocking his hips. ‘Fuck!’ he breathed and resumed the kiss, his tongue thrusting fiercely into Fred’s mouth. Fred responded, and then started to kiss George’s neck, biting slightly at the freckled skin.

‘I’d *so* like to do just that,’ Fred purred ‘Want to fuck you so hard, you won’t be able to sit for days.’

‘Fred,’ George moaned loudly as Fred slid his finger slightly inside ‘Fred...’ He threw his head back ‘Ah, stop.’ Fred immediately stilled at his twins words, withdrawing the finger.

‘Georgie?’ He asked…

‘Damn...’ George was panting ‘Felt so good...’

‘So why did you ask me to stop?’ George closed his eyes and felt want, tainted by uncertainty and fear, oozing from Fred.

‘Fuck! It’s not your fault, just... not today... Next time, I’ll let you fuck me into the mattress, but...’ George drifted off and smiled when he felt Fred’s cock twitching ‘You know, special occasions call for special preparations.’

Fred grinned back.

‘If you wanted a romantic dinner with candles and all that, you should have just asked,’ he mocked ‘Now, are there any special conditions I should know about, that one should fulfill to get a blowjob from his brother?’ He grinned

‘One word. “re-ci-pro-ci-ty.”’ George stuck his tongue at Fred teasingly.

‘Now that’s what I hate about this relationship.’ Fred scowled mockingly ‘You are too smart for me, with all this difficult five syllable words.’

‘Just suck me, Fred.’ George rolled his eyes. Fred shoved him out of his lap into the water, groaning. In no time, George was sitting on the edge of the surprisingly warm bath and Fred was kneeling between his legs, eyeing hard cock hungrily.

‘Now that is what I understand,’ He murmured and swallowed the thick shaft whole. George threw his head back, gasping loudly.

‘Fred... I won’t... Oh, just like that,’ he moaned when Fred licked the small slit on the top. He tangled his hands in his twins’ locks and pushed him down ‘Will. Come. Soon baby. Love when you suck me like that.’ Fred moaned at his brother’s words and started to suck more eagerly. George was bucking his hips involuntarily, feeling the orgasm approach. ‘Fred. Fuck,’ he moaned heavily and shot his load into Fred’s waiting mouth.

When Fred released his softening cock from the warm cavern of his mouth, George slumped down into the water, breathing heavily. Fred was starring at him with lust-darkened eyes. George felt lust radiating from him. Fred sat on the edge of the bath himself and, spreading his legs, stroked himself slowly.

‘Mmmm,’ he purred ‘Delicious...’ he drifted off, looking straight into George’s eyes.

‘You mean me, defenceless, spent and fuckable, or my spunk?’ George watched as Fred’s eyes flared and he felt his cock twitching at the sight, even though he just came. He crawled on all fours and licked at his brothers erection tentatively, Fred’s legs spreading even more. George took the erect cock in his hand and stroked it along with Fred’s hand. ‘Mmm let me.’ He licked at the hot shaft, looking into Fred’s eyes with as innocent a look as he could muster. ‘You like when I lick your dick, you love when I kiss it and then suck it, brother.’ He kissed the tip, ‘and most of all you like it when I talk dirty to you.’ He took the head of his brother's cock into his mouth and sucked, swirling his tongue around it.

‘Oh baby,’ Fred groaned and tangled his hand in the ginger hair of his brother. George teased the slit with his tongue and started a steady rhythm of strokes with his hands, breathy moans and whimpers eliciting from Fred’s mouth. He murmured contentedly, earning a gasp. He moved his mouth along with his hand, taking the penis as deep as he could. ‘Georgie’ Fred moaned and George sped up his moves. The dick in his hand was getting harder with each stroke and George knew his brother was close. He sucked at the head and his hand moved up and down along the thick shaft faster and faster. Suddenly, Fred was coming, groaning, moaning and whimpering, flooding George with emotions of gratefulness and fulfilled desire.
Fred collapsed into the water with a heavy splash and kissed George passionately.

‘Mmm’ Fred wore dreamy expression and was purring constantly.

‘Good?’ George asked and threaded his fingers through Fred’s hair.

‘Mhmmm, but we have to wash again.’ He sighed.

‘We haven’t washed in the first place...’

‘True... Fuck it... I’m going to sleep,’ he yawned, ‘remind me to ask you something in the morning.’ He hugged George close and nuzzled his nose into his ginger hair ‘Come on.’
Fred stepped out of the bath, a white fuzzy towel appearing immediately in front of him. George followed. They stepped naked into the bedroom and saw, in the light of candles that flicked to life as soon as they entered the room, two gigantic beds in opposite corners. Fred looked around and followed to the left one. George spared a sad look at the other bed and then he was cuddling beside Fred, being spooned by him into a comfortable position. The silence covered the room, silence that was ruffled by Fred’s question.

‘What was that with you calling me brother all the time?’

‘Dunno, kinky, I think’ George murmured, smirking sleepily.

‘Yeah...’ Fred drifted off, the tone of his voice as if he wanted to say something else, but before his thoughts had been verbalised, George heard steady breathing and a heartbeat informing him that Fred was asleep. His mind drifted off soon after, but before it did, the younger twin thought about the two beds and how he and Fred were supposed to be only brothers, how he called Fred 'brother' while sucking him off, how it made him shiver in the most pleasurable ways and how wrong it would seem to everyone around. The last thought had been about how he couldn’t care less about others because it didn’t feel wrong and for them it wasn’t wrong.


The morning sun looked inside the flat at 93 Diagon Alley and smiled sadly, seeing two red-headed boys entwined in one another and blue sheets. It tickled the nose of one of them with a sunray and giggled slightly as he sneezed.


George sneezed, something tickling his nose.

‘Bless you,’ a familiar voice murmured somewhere around his armpit. George felt disoriented for a while when he opened his eyes, the overwhelming blueness all around him and the smell of freshly painted place. ‘G.? Why are you feeling suddenly *so* scared, even *I* am feeling it?’ Fred groaned and propped his head on the pillow to look at his brother. When George looked into the blue eyes of his twin, everything came into focus in his mind: they were in their own flat in London, they’ve left school and, here George grinned widely, they were completely alone. Still grinning, George turned in Fred’s direction and then launched himself onto his brother, snogging him with all the happiness he could enclose in one kiss.

‘Morning, sunshine,’ George murmured eventually.

‘Morning,’ Fred managed and stretched. ‘Not that I’m so eager to get up, but what time is it?’
George got off Fred and sat down on the edge of the bed, his long legs touching the thick, soft carpet. Instinctively, he wriggled his toes in it. The bed behind him sagged.

‘Mmm, soft,’ he murmured and shivered when Fred placed a kiss on the nape of his neck and kissed his skin. ‘Mmmm’ His back was so terribly sensitive, that feeling Fred’s slightly hairy chest on it made his manhood twitch happily. He looked around, ignoring the warmth spreading in his groin. Their bedroom was very beautiful indeed, enchanted ceiling showed the sheep-like clouds running lazily through the sky and then smoothly warping into blue walls. The whole floor was covered with a creamy soft carpet. One wall had a big window looking at Diagon Alley, the opposite one held an old, carved wardrobe. Two four-poster beds were situated on the opposite sides of the window, both covered with blue bed clothing, the one of them still crisp and made. George looked at the decorative, leather clock. ‘Shit! It’s late!’ He jumped out of bed suddenly.

‘What’s the hurry?’ Fred looked at his brother, while George was hurringly accio’ing his day-old clothes.

‘Mum... It’s two and our trunks are home,’ George explained chaotically ‘mum’s probably loosing her mind over us. Now get dressed. We have to think of what to tell her.’

‘We will smile our most charming smiles and wing something out.’

‘Remember it’s mum we are talking about,’ George snorted.


Just before they flooed away, Fred pulled George into a hot, needy kiss that left them both panting.

‘Love you bro, we are in this together, remember.’


They flooed directly to the Burrow. As soon as the enormous hearth spit them out, they found themselves under verbal onslaught from Molly Weasley.

‘Where have you been, you two?

‘Hi mum,’ the twins said in unison.

‘You are supposed to be adults, and you are acting like twelve-year-olds. Your trunks came this morning with a note that you have been expelled from school. And you were not here!’ Molly ranted ‘I was worrying myself sick about you, no note, no anything, and what about your career, if you don’t finish school you’ll ruin your life!’

‘Mum...’ George started and hugged Molly, Fred immediately following. Ms. Weasley gasped and stopped talking.

‘...we will gladly explain it if you, just let us say something.’

They sat down beside the kitchen table, George conjuring hot tea for all three of them.
Their mother was furious about their leaving school, carrying on with the joke shop, and owning one without telling her. She was angry that Arthur knew, that every one except her knew. It pained George greatly that she wasn’t happy for them, and he could tell that Fred felt alike. George wanted to make her understand, to make her proud. For now though, the twins had to settle with her hesitant acquiescence. Their mother wanted to keep them home anyway, but Fred and George were pretty adamant on leaving The Burrow. Eventually she had to accept their decision. For the first time, though, George felt that she didn’t trust them.


In the next few days, the twins opened their shop in Diagon Alley, still transporting their merchandise from The Burrow to Weasley Wizarding Whizzes. Their shop was running better with every passing day. News about a new joke-shop spread through the wizarding world with the speed of lightning. They loved the attention and loved the constant flow of people, even though working days left them completely exhausted.

After one of such tiring days at their shop, George came up to the flat hoping for lengthy shower with Fred, because exhaustion had never been a reason to hold them back from snogging, reciprocal wanking, blowjobs under the shower and other pleasures of the flesh.
Fred retreated from the shop some time earlier to finish the brewing of a basic component of Lather Lollies, so the flat smelled with fruit drops, not the lemon ones thankfully, George thought.

He opened the door to their flat and went straight to the shower, wanting to get rid of all the dirt and sweat that accumulated on him after all day of hard work. After a lengthy amount of time under the scalding spray, he suddenly remembered about his earlier plans of showering with Fred. For some reason it all felt as if Fred deliberately made him forget about everything.

George exited the shower, pulling on fresh boxers that appeared in thin air along with towels and stormed out of the bathroom.

The sight that appeared before his eyes made him gasp and stop dead in his tracks: Fred was one inventive little fucker, special preparations indeed.


TBC