At Last

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At Last
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Fred awoke covered in sweat, brought on not by the sweltering summer heat, but by The dream. This was the third consecutive night that this delightful imagery had played in his sleeping mind. He instinctively reached a hand down to tend to his morning erection, which ached more than usual. Yet, he stopped himself just short of contact, fighting the natural urge to stroke himself to completion for one reason...George.

He glanced across the room at his twin. Had he been having the dream as well? Fred wondered. When they were young, they often had the same dreams…the exact same dreams. Their mum explained that this was something rather common in magical twins. ‘Twin Dreaming’ she called it.

Fred couldn’t take his eyes off George; he had fallen asleep on top of his sheets, wearing only his boxers. The early morning sun shone through the bedroom window, illuminating the glistening beads of sweat on George\'s chest. The sight was too beautiful for Fred to resist.

As he approached his brother\'s bed, he peeled his damp shirt from his torso, tossing it on the floor. He stared down at his twin. How was it that they looked identical to everyone else, but to Fred, George was beauty defined?

His skin was smooth and pale, despite the fact that it was August. The summer sun had only multiplied the freckles which peppered his entire body. A smile formed on Fred\'s face as he studied them. Strange that the identical freckles on his own body made him feel odd and even ugly at times.

Fred gazed at George’s long slender legs...the same legs as his, but they didn’t look lanky or awkward, they looked inviting. Fred imagined massaging those thighs.

He took a deep breath and knelt next to George\'s bed. His hand hovered over his brother\'s body, while he debated whether or not to touch him. George had to know what Fred had been thinking...feeling over the past few months. After all, they were two halves of the same soul. They started as one entity, which split into two. Fred thought it was their destiny to reunite...to become one again…but, would George feel the same?

No longer able to restrain himself, Fred brought his hand down to rest lightly on George’s chest. He brushed his fingertips over George’s nipples, tugging the left one ever so slightly.

“Fr...Fred?” George muttered, sleepily.

Fred locked his eyes with his brother’s and flashed him the smile. The smile that said he had a devilishly mischievous plan racing through his mind. George knew that smile very well.

“You’ve had it too, huh?” George asked, although it was more of a rhetorical question. He knew the answer.

“For three nights now,” Fred replied anyway.

“Ha, that proves what I’ve thought all along.”

“What’s that?” Fred asked as he slowly lowered his hand and began to trace small circles around George’s belly button.

“That I’m smarter than you.”

“How’s that?”

“I’ve been having it for a week. I thought you’d never figure things out; you can be downright thick sometimes.”

“You could have tipped me off, showed me your hand, you know.”

George lifted his hips and shimmied his boxers down. “How about I show you my cock instead?”

“Why George Weasley, you’re an absolute slut!” Fred feigned shock.

George chuckled and shifted onto his side. “Shake a leg now Wilfred... take off the pants and get that lovely arse into my bed.”

Fred bit his lip and chuckled. Leave it to George to approach the situation in such a nonchalant manner. Fred wasn\'t often nervous, but anytime he was apprehensive, George could always, instantly melt his anxiety.

In a heightened state of arousal, the naked boy climbed into his brother’s bed. He lay on his side, facing George.

George gently rubbed Fred’s arm. “You’re quite beautiful, you know.”

Fred actually blushed. “You know you’re the pretty one.”

“Haven’t you been paying attention, love? I’m the smart one,” George teased with a wink.

Fred leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on his brother’s lips.

“That’s a good boy,” George praised and to Fred’s sheer delight, he then wrapped his hand around Fred’s rock hard penis.

Fred let out a small moan and followed suit. The feeling of George’s cock in his hand and his in George’s hand was unbelievably perfect.

Their eyes locked as they stroked simultaneously. Their chins pressed together, mouths agape. However, they didn’t kiss...yet.

The synchronic beating of their hearts filled the quiet room. Their chests rose and fell in time with one another, emphasizing their coexistence.

“George,” Fred moaned.

“Fred,” George echoed the tone.

\"Feels...so...good.\"

\"Quite.\"

Fred, somewhat shyly, stuck out his tongue to lick George\'s top lip.

George darted his tongue out, flicking it against his brother\'s to let him know this was more than welcome.

\"George...oh...Mer...Mer...\"

“Merlin!”

\"I\'m so glad...we\'ve...come... to--oh God...\" Fred lost his words as his orgasm spiraled closer to the edge.

Identical mouths clasped together, twin tongues danced. Two cocks exploded with pleasure in pure harmony with each other.

“Together,” Fred exhaled loudly.

“At last,” George finished the thought.

~~~Fin~~~