Like This, Here with You
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Category:
Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,551
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Like This, Here with You
Authoress: Bouncyness
Pairing: Fred/George
Warnings: Naughty Nc-17ness
A/N: I’ve been reading fan fiction for about a year, but I’ve never written one until now. Review with feed-back! Or not. It’s up to you.
Disclaimer: Me no J.K. !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You no sue!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I don’t have the money anyways!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *grin*
P.S. This takes place just after OOTP, in the joke shop. In this story Fred and George live in the apartment above their store.
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Part one: Midnight Encounter
It was midnight. Fred was in the bathroom. George could hear him moving around. George wondered what he was doing in there. A multitude of naughty images sprang to George’s mind. Fred lying down on the bathroom floor caressing himself. George couldn’t help himself. He knew it was dangerous, his brother could come back to his bed any minute and George didn’t want Fred to know how he felt about him. But he just couldn’t help himself damn it! George told himself that if Fred did come back soon there was no way he’d be able to tell what George was doing in the dark if he was quiet.
George slowly reached under the covers and gently inserted his hand into his silk pajama bottoms. He firmly grasped his erection and started stroking it fervently. He imagined it was Fred’s hand. Fantasy Fred got tired of the distance between his brother and him. George gasped aloud as in his fantasy Fred began to kiss his nether regions. George knew he was making to much noise, but he was to far gone to truly care. George imagined Fred swallowing his cock whole. He came screaming Fred’s name into the silent bedroom.
“George what’s the matter?” It was Fred. The real one. He was back from the bathroom. George began to hyperventilate. He felt like a deer caught in headlights. Fred stumbled over to his brother’s bed. He was worried. His brother hadn’t answered him.
Fred stared shocked. In the moonlight he could see his brother. The sheets were shoved down to George’s knees. His pajama bottoms were removed only as much as necessary for….. access. George wasn’t wearing a shirt. Fred blushed beet red. His brother looked similarly mortified. Then it sunk in. His brother was lying on his bed erection in hand. George had obviously come recently. George had screamed his name a few minutes ago. That meant that… George felt the same way! Fred was ecstatic. He began to smirk evilly. “Now big brother, if I may be so bold as to inquire, what are you doing in the middle of the night, screaming my name, with your hand around your cock?”
“I-I-It’s n-not what you think!”
“Really and what do I think?” Fred asked feigning ignorance. “Explain it to me.”
“It’s just hormones; I was just taking care of hormones! Really!”
“It sounds more like your trying to convince yourself than me.”
“Alright, fine. I was thinking of y-you. You hate me now don’t you?” George looked to the side not really wanting to see his brother’s reaction to his admission. Then Fred pounced. “W-what?” George stuttered unbelieving.
“Hush, big brother. Just go with it. George melted into his brother’s touch. How good it felt to have the real Fred touching him at last.
Part two: The Morning After
George awoke disoriented. He hurt all over, but in a strangely pleasurable way. What the hell happened? He looked over towards his brother’s bed. Instead of seeing Fred across the room where he should be, he looked directly into a pair of eyes identical to his own. He squeaked. Fred giggled. “What’s the matter big brother? Don’t remember last night?” Fred asked with a big grin. George began to shake his head no, but then the memories came rushing back.
George trying to give Fred a blow-job and choking. Fred kissing him and laughing saying it was alright. Fred moving steadily inside of him, looking down at him with eyes conveying his soul.
George began to grin at Fred.
“Unless that all was some sort of elaborate dream, and you\'re only on my bed because you\'re being an annoying prat and waking me up early; then yes, Fred, I remember every moment of what happened last night.”
“It was no dream George, it all really happened.”
Fred looked down at George, love for his brother simply exuding from his countenance. George couldn’t have stopped the words if he had wanted to. “I love you Fred. I’ve wanted to be with you for so long, I don’t believe it’s finally come true.”
“I love you too George, and I want to spend the rest of my life like this, here with you.”
Pairing: Fred/George
Warnings: Naughty Nc-17ness
A/N: I’ve been reading fan fiction for about a year, but I’ve never written one until now. Review with feed-back! Or not. It’s up to you.
Disclaimer: Me no J.K. !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You no sue!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I don’t have the money anyways!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *grin*
P.S. This takes place just after OOTP, in the joke shop. In this story Fred and George live in the apartment above their store.
Like This, Here with You
Part one: Midnight Encounter
It was midnight. Fred was in the bathroom. George could hear him moving around. George wondered what he was doing in there. A multitude of naughty images sprang to George’s mind. Fred lying down on the bathroom floor caressing himself. George couldn’t help himself. He knew it was dangerous, his brother could come back to his bed any minute and George didn’t want Fred to know how he felt about him. But he just couldn’t help himself damn it! George told himself that if Fred did come back soon there was no way he’d be able to tell what George was doing in the dark if he was quiet.
George slowly reached under the covers and gently inserted his hand into his silk pajama bottoms. He firmly grasped his erection and started stroking it fervently. He imagined it was Fred’s hand. Fantasy Fred got tired of the distance between his brother and him. George gasped aloud as in his fantasy Fred began to kiss his nether regions. George knew he was making to much noise, but he was to far gone to truly care. George imagined Fred swallowing his cock whole. He came screaming Fred’s name into the silent bedroom.
“George what’s the matter?” It was Fred. The real one. He was back from the bathroom. George began to hyperventilate. He felt like a deer caught in headlights. Fred stumbled over to his brother’s bed. He was worried. His brother hadn’t answered him.
Fred stared shocked. In the moonlight he could see his brother. The sheets were shoved down to George’s knees. His pajama bottoms were removed only as much as necessary for….. access. George wasn’t wearing a shirt. Fred blushed beet red. His brother looked similarly mortified. Then it sunk in. His brother was lying on his bed erection in hand. George had obviously come recently. George had screamed his name a few minutes ago. That meant that… George felt the same way! Fred was ecstatic. He began to smirk evilly. “Now big brother, if I may be so bold as to inquire, what are you doing in the middle of the night, screaming my name, with your hand around your cock?”
“I-I-It’s n-not what you think!”
“Really and what do I think?” Fred asked feigning ignorance. “Explain it to me.”
“It’s just hormones; I was just taking care of hormones! Really!”
“It sounds more like your trying to convince yourself than me.”
“Alright, fine. I was thinking of y-you. You hate me now don’t you?” George looked to the side not really wanting to see his brother’s reaction to his admission. Then Fred pounced. “W-what?” George stuttered unbelieving.
“Hush, big brother. Just go with it. George melted into his brother’s touch. How good it felt to have the real Fred touching him at last.
Part two: The Morning After
George awoke disoriented. He hurt all over, but in a strangely pleasurable way. What the hell happened? He looked over towards his brother’s bed. Instead of seeing Fred across the room where he should be, he looked directly into a pair of eyes identical to his own. He squeaked. Fred giggled. “What’s the matter big brother? Don’t remember last night?” Fred asked with a big grin. George began to shake his head no, but then the memories came rushing back.
George trying to give Fred a blow-job and choking. Fred kissing him and laughing saying it was alright. Fred moving steadily inside of him, looking down at him with eyes conveying his soul.
George began to grin at Fred.
“Unless that all was some sort of elaborate dream, and you\'re only on my bed because you\'re being an annoying prat and waking me up early; then yes, Fred, I remember every moment of what happened last night.”
“It was no dream George, it all really happened.”
Fred looked down at George, love for his brother simply exuding from his countenance. George couldn’t have stopped the words if he had wanted to. “I love you Fred. I’ve wanted to be with you for so long, I don’t believe it’s finally come true.”
“I love you too George, and I want to spend the rest of my life like this, here with you.”