I Want to Touch You

I Want to Touch You: Chapter 8

George was sitting in the dungeons with the rest of the Potions class listening to Snape drawl. Unfortunately, the professor had found a way to grow back all his hair since yesterday. George thought that Snape had broken the record for most god-awfully-fucking-boring-lecture-on-the-face-of-the-earth. That meant that he should get a prize. As unpleasant a prize as possible.

George was absentmindedly plotting his revenge on Snape for making him die from boredom when he felt a hand on his thigh. He turned his head to Fred who was looking at him with a mischievous, seductive grin. He leaned in and George stopped breathing as Fred\'s breathy whisper tickled his ear.

\"What?\" asked George, a little too loud.

\"Weaseley!\" Snape snapped

\"Yes?\" answered two innocent, identical voices.

\"Damnit, the one on the left. Yes, um, Fred. Would you like to share something with the class?\"

\"Excuse me sir? Share what, exactly?\" Fred asked, unperturbed.

\"Whatever you were whispering to George!\" spat Snape.

\"Oh, I\'d be glad to. I simply was trying to tell George that I would have to return him a favor later today.\"

George made a choking sound as Fred smiled sweetly up at the teacher.

\"There is no talking in my classroom! Ten points off from Griffindor and detention, Fred.\"

At lunch the twins sat with the usual crowd. Everything was back to normal, aside from Angelina\'s pouty and resentful attitude. But even that didn\'t matter much because Angelina stayed out of the conversation for the most part.

Lee Jordan said, \"Your brother Ron is so annoying, guys! All he does nowadays is go on and on about quidditch tactics.

Fred rolled his eyes. \"I know, he\'s such a prick. George can be the same way. He kept me up last night demonstrating how to grasp a broom.\"

George choked at the overt sexual innuendo…Kept him UP demonstrating how to GRASP a BROOM…how could Fred be so careless and obvious? But the others only laughed, completely missing what George thought was very obvious.

Lee said, \"Jesus, George, you\'d think Fred knows how to work his own broom by now! He\'s been doing it forever!\"

George choked again and panicked before he realized that Lee was clueless and seriously talking about quidditch. So he decided to have some fun with the situation.

\"Yeah, but I taught him a better way. You didn\'t mind me showinu, du, did you Fred?eorgeorge asked innocently. Fred shook his head, smiling. George turned back to Lee. \"Anyway, I didn\'t keep him up too long. Just until he came (Fred choked on his water at this word) to understand the advantages of doing it my way. I don\'t think he\'s going to rely on his own methods any longer when he can help it. Are you Fred?\"

Fred was trying to hide his laughter in his goblet. He raised his head, however, with a very serious look on his face. \"That\'s right. I find that your demonstration of the techniques is superior to my previous grasp on them. Quidditch is much more enjoyable when someone explains it to you in detail, Lee.\"

\"Really?\" asked Lee. \"Geeze, if it helped that much, maybe you should share your techniques with the rest of the team, George.\"

Fred looked at George and held his breath. But George delivered a satisfactory answer. \"Oh no, Lee,\" he said seriously, \"I only like to show Fred.\"

Fred let out a sigh of content and squeezed his brother\'s hand below the table. George had to stop himself from gazing reassuringly into Fred\'s eyes.

Lee, oblivious, whined, \"Awe, George, you\'re so selfish! That\'s something you should share with everyone!\"

\"He\'s right, you know,\" said Fred to his brother. \"You have quite a talent. You could teach anyone with your mechanical demonstrations.\"

\"Yes,\" answered George, \"but I haven\'t really explained it very well ORALLY to you yet.\"

\"Oh, I\'m sure you explain even better with your mouth than with your hands.\"

George kicked Fred under the table, letting him know him he\'d gone too far. But then he said, \"Anyway, you promised you\'d show me some of your tactics tonight. You owe me.\"

After lunch the twins ran along the corridor, laughing. Fred pulled George quickly into a depression in the wall and gave him a passionate kiss. The two were breathing hard and George pushed his twin against the wall and then pulled him forward slightly by the collar.

Fred grew excited by the use of force and opened his mouth wider, playing with George\'s tongue. George placed his hands on either side of Fred, barricading him in. He pulled black slightly, keeping his mouth millimeters from Fred\'s, relishing his brother\'s disappointed whimper. George watched Fred\'s eager mouth and lost his resolve, leaning in slowly for a gentle, heavenly slow kiss.

They pulled apart and Fred grinned wickedly before ducking under his brother\'s arm and running down the hall. George was startled and it took a few moments before he said, \"Why you -\" and went sprinting down the deserted hall after his twin, listening to Fred\'s laughter echoing maniacally along the stone walls.

After a few minutes of running George stopped and looked around. The laughter had stopped. Where was Fred?

All of a sudden his twin came bursting out of one of the knight\'s armors lined against the wall and jumped onto George. They shoved each other around playfully, feeding sensually on the adrenaline rush from the excitement of physical touch.

Fred was over George now. His hands and knees were on either side of his brother on the floor. George lay with his hands above his head, vulnerable. The only sounds were heavy breathing and racing hearts as they gazed into one another\'s eyes.

Neither twin was smiling now as Fred lowered his pelvic bone to rest on George\'s, demonstrating his need. George felt the long hard warmth and rubbed his hips up and against Fred. Fred lowered himself the rest of the way, nuzzling his head into the crook of George\'s neck and kissing it.

Two identical brothers touching and kissing on the stone cold floor of a private institution.

That night George climbed into Fred\'s bed after everyone was asleep. They kissed without hesitation as George sli und under the covers. Finally, finally, everything was all right. They were happy and there was no guilt attached to their playful actions. They separated to remove their shirts and lay back down. Fred traced the muscles of George\'s chest and then rubbed his hand over his brother\'s shoulder. They smiled and kissed again, lightly nipping at lips and tongue, giggling and breathing and moaning.

George\'s head tilted back as his brother kissed and licked his way down the elongated neck to the collarbone, where he nipped the sensitive skin playfully with his teeth. George moaned lightly. Fred, encouraged, moved over George and straddled him, kissing his smooth chest and sucking his left nipple. George moaned and sat up to capture his brother\'s wandering mouth in his.

Fred pushed his brother back down. \"Shh, it\'s my turn to make you come,\" he said softly next to George\'s ear. \"Don\'t move.\"

George struggled to stay still as hrothrother\'s wet, powerful mouth traveled lower. All of a sudden Fred\'s tongue slid up the side of George\'s erection. George gasped and pulled at the sheets desperately. His brother smiled, licking his twin\'s length teasingly.

\"Oh god I\'m gonna come - oh - oh fuck,\" gasped George haltingly.

Fred took George in his mouth, moving his lips up and down, trying to slide further, further…

George came into his brother\'s mouth and Fred choked trying to swallow. He wiped his mouth on the sheets and lay down against George\'s chest, playing idly with the sticky fluid below the belly button.

\"Jesus Christ,\" whispered George, \"Jesus Fucking Christ, Fred.\"