Locker Room

Set during Harry’s fifth year at Hogwarts, making him 15 and Fred and George 17. So almost all characters involved are minors.
Obviously, this takes place before Umbridge banned anyone from the Quidditch team. I hope you will enjoy!

WARNINGs include, but may not be limited to: Minor, Slash, Anal, Oral, HJ, Lemon, Rim, WD, UST, Voy, SoloM. I put the Incest warning in for good measure. Just to be sure.

Again, this is un-betaed, except by me. I hope there aren’t too many mistakes left.
Wow, took me only 5 months.^^

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Bright eyes were looking at him. Staring at him. To be totally honest, Harry even had the impression that Fred Weasley was checking him out.
Harry averted his eyes and shook his head to clear it of that strange notion.
Why would Fred, almost-certified heartbreaker (or had that been the other twin?), have the hots for him?
Harry sure wasn’t the best-looking guy in school – he had no illusions about that. (At this point, and he slapped himself mentally for it, he just assumed that Fred was gay as well.)
If he were going for looks, Fred would have had to date Draco Malfoy.
Oh, and yes, Harry was gay. He’d known it for quite a while now, even before that disastrous dating-attempt with Cho …
Anyways, now he was sitting here in the crowded Great Hall and Fred seemed to have nothing better to do than to look at Harry. The latter tried to act as though he had noticed nothing, focusing his attention back on his bacon and eggs.
He wasn’t really hungry at all, seeing as they were to have their first Quidditch game of the year that very morning, but he set to eating anyway.
After a moment, he noticed out of the corner of his eye that Fred had stopped watching him and seemed deep in conversation with Katie and George.
Harry abandoned his food again, trying to discern how he felt about Fred.
Sure, he was hot. Undoubtedly. Moreover, Harry had more than once caught himself looking at the redhead or thinking about him when he was alone and horny … as a matter of fact, something quite like that had happened in the early hours of that morning:
Harry had been awake much earlier than his roommates, as usual on a game day, and there he had been, trying to go back to sleep when suddenly, the image of Fred had entered his mind and was within seconds stripped down to his pants by Harry’s lusty imagination.
Unable to resist the temptation of a naked male body, Harry had in an instant abandoned all attempts at going back to sleep and had let his hand travel down his body to find his already rather erect cock.
The contact sent a sent a spasm through his body and wrung a low moan from him.
Imagination-Fred had smirked, raising a quieting finger to his kissable lips and then started to steer his own hands up his chest, caressing the nipples and then down, over his well-formed stomach to his hips, where they lingered to unbutton his jeans and unzip his fly.
Harry had stared at him, mouth and eyes wide open, not believing how he could look so hot doing something that almost everyone did several times a day.
He had not lasted long after that and even now, thinking about it, he felt a distinct hardness return to his pants.
Oh boy, how was he supposed to concentrate on Quidditch with him around all the time?
He’d have to do something about it … again.
At this point, he felt someone nudge him from behind. It was Fred.
“Come on, we have to get down there, so Angelina can go drill instructor on us again,” he smirked. Oh God, he looked so like he had that morning. It was getting him rock-hard just seeing him here. To his further embarrassment, he felt himself redden quite a lot and averted his eyes while getting up, so Fred wouldn’t see it.
Yet, it seemed like he had seen it anyway, for all the way down to the pitch and even in the changing room, he considered Harry in a most curious way that suggested that he was weighing his options.
Angelina’s speech was lost on Harry, because he was all the time fighting not to let the arousing images of Fred half-naked and Fred in the shower get the better of him.
At one point, as they were all changing into their team robes, Fred had pulled off his shirt, looking at him teasingly as he ran his hands down his chest (so like in his imagination!); Harry had actually had to stifle a moan, hoping he had managed to pass it off as a yawn. Most of his teammates didn’t seem to notice at all, while Fred smiled triumphantly and winked at Harry. Then he began to whisper something Harry could not hear to his twin and George replied equally softly.
But before Harry could do more than wonder what this had been about and whether or not it had had anything to do with him, he was pulled out of his thoughts by Angelina. She steered him onto the pitch and he was left wishing, for the first time in his 4-and-a-couple-of-months years that he was in bed wanking instead of out here on his broom that did not at all lessen his arousal.
Becoming slightly angry with Fred, he forced his attention on his surroundings, trying to get a glimpse of the golden snitch.
The match was over quickly, although Harry had quite a lot of difficulty paying attention to the game because of his current condition.
To make everything worse, Fred also seemed to have problems doing his part as a Beater, streaking alongside Harry surprisingly often, casting him mischievous winks and smirks, making unnecessarily spectacular moves that showed off his body nicely.
Relieved, Harry finally got off his broom, wincing ever so slightly as the wooden handle brushed his desire.
When they were all back in the changing room, Harry hung back deliberately, so as not to reveal his predicament to everyone who happened to be looking his way.
And it so happened that there was someone who was.
Fred was once again stealing looks at him and whispering with his twin. It was making Harry furious.
“What the fuck are you doing that for?” he demanded, a little – rather – more aggressively than he had intended.
Most of the others, including Ron, had already left and so Harry and the Weasley twins were all by themselves. That suited Harry rather well, because he had planned to stall Fred after practice to spring the topic on him.
Now it didn’t even matter to him that George was there, that he himself had stood up, and that both twins were looking quite sheepishly at the bulge visible beneath his robes.
Well, the last thing bothered him slightly to the point of being a bit arousing. Why the heck did he find everything erotic today, anyway?
Hitting himself around the head mentally, he pulled himself together.
“Did you guys even hear a word of what I said?”
Fred blinked, looking back at Harry’s face. “What?” he asked, grinning.
Harry groaned in despair. “I said,” he repeated loudly and very clearly, “Why the bleeding fuck are you doing that to me?”
“Doing what?” Fred asked, sounding almost convincingly innocent.
“Looking at me. All the time. And … and … stuff.” Harry finished lamely. “And why do you look so goddamn hot?” Shit, had he just said that out loud?
He looked from Fred to George and back again, trying to figure it out, but both twins’ faces were inscrutable.
“Ah, George,” said Fred, still looking at Harry, “the boy has discovered my terrible secret. I’m sorry, Harry, but there’s simply nothing I can do about that fact. I guess you’ll have to live with that.”
George started grinning. “And besides, Harry, I can’t see you minding him being so – how did you put it? – ‘goddamn hot’. I even had the impression that you liked what he showed you in here and out on the pitch.” With that, he indicated Harry’s crotch.
The younger boy felt himself blush again. Most of his anger had vanished already and that left him back with his burning desire, accompanied by a certain discomfort at having confronted the twins the way he had done.
“Hey, don’t feel bad now,” George said, a chuckle distinctly audible in his voice, “Fred here has a jones for you as well, so it’s all hugs and puppies.”
Fred nodded, shrugging.
“So … er … wait, how’d’ you know that I’m … that I like boys?” Harry’s brain had somehow stopped keeping up with the course of events.
I was Fred who reacted. “Harry … do I really have to answer that?” Again, Fred’s gaze slid down Harry’s body to find his stiff member.
About that: Why hadn’t it abated by now? Harry had never had an erection that had lasted more than half an hour at most. And now he had been constantly hard throughout that day’s breakfast and Quidditch match.
“Well, however … it was not very nice of you doing … what you did, if you knew exactly that I was into …,” Harry’s cheeks reddened even more, “… boys.”
“Could be,” said Fred, his trademark Weasley smirk on his face, “but it was fun. And …," he lowered his voice to a husky tone, "it made me horny …"
Harry swallowed, his cock twitching with anticipation.
Fred nodded very slightly in his twin’s direction and George, showing Harry the thumbs-up, left the changing rooms – presumably to stand guard outside, thought a part of his mind. Harry felt himself shiver pleasantly.
Suddenly, he found himself quite alone with Fred, who was now making his way over to one of the benches set along the walls to sit down upon it, gesturing to the younger boy to come closer.
Harry, all of a sudden very aware that he had not showered yet, took a few timid steps forward.
There was a fire in Fred’s eyes that he had never seen there before; not even when he and George were pulling one of their pranks.
That made him want the other boy even more.
“Wait.”
Harry stopped dead in his tracks. He had made about half of the way over to Fred when the redhead called out to him.
Confused, Harry looked at him. “What? Did I do something wrong?”
Fred smiled. “Nah, you prick. I just want to look at you … take off your clothes!” Fred’s voice had a tone of authority to it that made it almost impossible for Harry to resist.
Before he rightly knew what he did, Harry was already stripping his Quidditch robes from his body, revealing the t-shirt he was wearing underneath, watching Fred’s eyes rove over his chest.
Smirking because of the attention he was getting, Harry decided to tease the other boy by running his hands down his upper body, down to his hips and up again very slowly, letting them take his shirt with them.
As more and more of his skin was uncovered, Fred’s eyes seemed to haze over and Harry thought he could see his right hand inch closer to his crotch.

*

Man, that boy is hot, Fred found himself thinking as Harry began to undress right in front of him.
He hadn’t even expected his plan to work when he had talked it over with George, so he was more than pleased that it did.
Slowly, teasingly, Harry removed his t-shirt. Fred couldn’t stop his cock from doing an almighty twitch at the sight that presented itself to him. Harry’s chest was smooth and even a little tanned. His stomach was firm.
Oh, how he wanted him!
Savouring this image, Fred allowed his right hand to move from where it had been resting on his thigh up his leg and to the waistband of his trousers, under which it dipped and quickly found his hardened member, gripping it tightly.
Fred let out a gasp at the sensation.

*

Harry felt a surge of triumph course through him. Having made Fred Weasley want him so badly, somehow made him feel much more comfortable with the thing he was doing at that time.
Reassured, the boy began to button down his pants, letting them drop down to the tiled floor, where they pooled around his ankles.
Harry was now facing Fred in just his boxers. Come to think of it, that did make him feel quite naked.
He hardly cared.
At the moment, all that mattered was that he was here with this gorgeous boy, with the wonderful prospect of being fucked as he had never been fucked before ... as a matter of fact, he had never been fucked before ... anyways.
There he was, standing in the middle of the locker room, wondering suddenly how many couples had already been going at it in here.
He was brought back, however, by Fred’s impatient comment of “Come on, already!”
The urgency in his voice made it physically impossible for Harry to not go over to the bench, within reaching distance of Fred.
Within moments, Fred had seized him around the hips, gripping his buttocks firmly and pulling the boy onto his lap, so that Harry was now straddling him.
Panting very slightly with the effects of his lust, Fred then connected their lips.
Fred’s lips were kind of rough, but pleasant, working against his, his tongue sliding out, demanding entry.
More than willing, Harry complied, letting the slick muscle invade his mouth while his own hands took hold of Fred’s shirt and tucked it up over his head, momentarily parting their lips.

*

Fred shuddered when he felt the light fabric brush his sensitive skin as his shirt was lifted off him. Then the shorter boy unsealed his lips from his own and focussed his attention on Fred’s chest, sliding his surprisingly soft hands down Fred’s raised arms.
For a moment Fred thought he would have o laugh out loud, because Harry had brushed his fingertips over a particularly ticklish area on his flanks.
In an instant, however, that feeling was gone, for Harry had brought his face so close to Fred’s chest that his nose was touching the other boy’s skin. Harry let his tongue run across Fred’s chest to his nipples.
‘Wow’ was about the only thing Fred managed to think after that; Harry had obviously practised those tongue tricks.
Fred had expected some awkward laps at best, but that was simply great.
Soon the other boy’s hands moved down to the waistband of Fred’s trousers, fingers tugging resolutely while Fred lifted himself off the bench momentarily.
The wood was cool and hard beneath his bare buttocks when he settled down again, Harry seated across his lap, both knees supporting his weight.
Looking up, Fred couldn’t quite stifle a moan at the sight of his almost-lover. His face was reddened slightly and his chest was rising and falling rapidly with his arousal.
He pulled the other boy flush against him, feeling skin meet skin; Harry’s erection was pressed into his stomach and Fred couldn’t have minded less.
It felt unbelievable and Fred felt his hips thrust almost of their own accord.

*

Outside the changing rooms, George had taken to watching out for people coming their way, but that was exceedingly boring, especially since everyone who could legally have entered was upstairs at the party ... except the teachers, of course.
George chuckled as the images of various teachers barging in on his brother’s sex-capades flooded his mind. Snape steaming with fury, but with a glint of triumph in his black eyes; Dumbledore smiling in amusement (George just couldn’t think of the headmaster as being annoyed by some boy-on-boy action.); McGonagall ... oops, she’d be a problem. The Head of House was quite stern when it came to maintaining sexual order.
Better make sure the two lust bunnies got to the point soon without unnecessary talking.
Cautiously, George made his way over to one of the windows to check on them.
The picture that presented itself was quite an unfamiliar sight: Fred was sitting on one of the wooden benches, naked, his back leaned against the tiled wall (That’s gotta be cold!).
More surprising than just that was that Harry was also stripped, though only to his boxers, and he was sitting on top of Fred, kissing him with a fiery passion that didn’t fit the shyness he had exhibited before.
This was quite hot, actually. George found himself liking what he saw, a distinct pulling sensation in the region of his stomach calling attention to his cock.
He looked around to check that all was still clear and that he was out of sight from the castle windows, before unzipping and unbuttoning his pants to bring out his awakening cock.

*

The feeling of Fred pressed tightly to his body was enough to make Harry moan and grind his aching need against him.
“Mm, this is not enough ...,” he managed to breathe into the room.
With a glance into the other’s eyes, Harry brought their lips together again, Fred’s tongue fighting his own into submission instantly.
“More ...,” Fred agreed between kisses, guiding Harry’s hand down to his hard member that was standing out against red curls.
Harry picked up a pace, then broke their kiss and got up from the bench, kneeling on the ground before Fred, his lips closing on his hot flesh while his hand kept up the pace.

*

“Oh, my ...,” George whispered outside, his own hand wholly busy. He had, of course, known that Harry was sexy and it was hardly news to him that Fred was hot (they were twins, after all), but who would have thought that the two of them together would be such a delicious picture?
Just then, Harry had moved down to suck Fred’s cock, looking, as far as George could see, like he thoroughly enjoyed it.
George quickened his pace, imagining Harry licking him instead, while his brother was fondling his balls.
Soon, he felt a familiar sensation spread through his body and knew he wouldn’t last long if those two kept it up.

*

Feeling that hot little mouth close on his erection, Fred let his hands slap down on the bench, gripping the edge firmly while his legs spread further.
Harry took that opportunity, his mouth leaving its prior situation and moving down, tongue finding his puckered entrance.
A sharp gasp escaped Fred’s lips at that, his whole body tensing as Harry brought a finger to his rectum and pressed.
He really seemed to know what he was doing. Damn that insidious boy with his virgin blush and innocent eyes!
Those eyes were looking back at him now, glinting with excitement as Harry quickly slid two more fingers inside him, scissoring them and then pulling out.
“You know a lubrication spell?” he asked breathlessly while pulling Fred upright and turning him round to face the wall. The twin nodded, bending down to fetch his wand and performed the charm quickly, before dropping the wand to the floor. A rustling sound accompanied Harry’s boxers on their way to the ground.

*

Pleased, but also a little terrified, Harry felt the charm work around his member. Shivering with anticipation, Harry moved close to Fred again, who had put one leg up on the bench to give Harry easier access. He felt nervous when he aligned himself with Fred’s hole. This was his first time, after all. Everything he knew so far was out of various tales and books, but none of these had contained the details on gay sex. He was on new terrain here.
Still, he felt he was doing it right when the head of his rock-hard cock breached the redhead’s entrance, wringing a groan from his own lips.

*

George took a sharp breath as he saw Harry enter his brother. He knew that hurt, but it was by no means Fred’s first time. He recalled what it felt like to have a prick buried inside him to the hilt and his hips thrust into his hands violently.
As he was still shivering from that memory, Harry had started moving slowly out and back in again, eventually finding a comfortable pace.
George had to stop there. He didn’t want to come right then. It was too soon. He wanted to enjoy the whole show.

*

Fred felt like he was being ripped asunder, but in a good way. In an instant, the initial pain had converted into a pleasant tingle that intensified as Harry started to pull out just to thrust into him again.
It took Harry a few seconds to find his pace, by which time he had also discovered Fred’s prostate.
The first hit was like an explosion of sensation; intense, but gone within a second.
Fred rested his hands against the wall to brace himself against Harry’s thrusts that were soon becoming more powerful, but also erratic. So he was indeed a virgin.
This felt great, but Harry wouldn’t be able to last long enough for Fred to finish.
Deciding in an instant what to do, Fred used an interval where Harry was pulling out almost completely. Fred turned around quickly, resulting in Harry slamming into him full on.
Confused, he looked up at Fred. “What?” he asked in a voice that suggested hurt pride.
Fred smiled, reaching around to grip Harry’s buttocks. “D’you mind if I ...?”
Harry hastened to shake his head.
Pleased, Fred pulled Harry down to the wooden floor, kissing him while he positioned himself over the younger boy. His right hand wandered down.

*

George was panting by now, having resumed his strokes the instant Fred had pulled Harry to the ground to return his favour. Those two boys were driving him to whole new levels of arousal.
He had to still his movements every few seconds in order to avoid coming all over the place that instant.

*

With Harry’s taste back in his mouth, Fred began to prepare him for his next move, finding the boy very ready indeed for a virgin.
Pleased, Fred moved the head of his own leaking cock to where his fingers had breached the other boy.
Harry drew up his legs, wrapping the around Fred’s waist.
Unable to wait any longer, the redhead moved his hips forward into the hot tightness, feeling it tense up around him.
He looked down at his lover, who had his eyes screwed shut and was biting his lips, beads of sweat visible on his smooth forehead.
Remembering dimly how painful the first time could be, Fred leant down and pressed a kiss to Harry’s jaw line, trailing down to his neck where he bit down while moving his hips at the same time.
Harry hardly seemed to notice. He only gasped and moaned, arching his back slightly.
Fred pulled out, then slammed himself in again, not bothering to distract Harry this time. But there was no need to do so, because Harry had obviously taken a liking to the feeling of having someone inside him.
His hands came up to circle Fred’s back, making steady progress further down until one was gripping his buttocks and the other was pressing into him once more, one finger at a time.
Fred groaned our loud, leaning himself into his thrusts with renewed force, feeling his peak approaching way too fast.
Panting with his efforts and the sensations that were tightening his body, he reached down one hand to stroke Harry’s swollen cock in time with his thrusts.
The boy threw back his head, climaxing almost instantly, lines of white spurting on his stomach and chest, glistening in the light of the torches that had come on.

*

His release hit with a force that was unlike anything Harry had ever felt. His vision went white and stars appeared before his eyes as Fred continued to slam into him.
Harry kept his fingers working inside Fred, stroking repeatedly over that spot that he liked.
Finally, with a forceful thrust, Fred came, emptying himself inside Harry, filling him with a warm sensation.
Then he let himself sink down upon Harry, his body deliciously weighing him down.
*

Seeing both Harry and his brother reach climax on the floor of the changing room pushed George over the edge as well. With a deep groan he released himself, pearly white substance hitting the wall of the building and sticking to his hand.
George rested his head on the arm that braced him against the wooden wall and let his heart rate and breathing return to normal. Then he carefully cleaned himself up, straightened his clothing and looked left and right to check that he was still alone.
All seemed to be silent, so he cast another glance into the room beyond the window.
Harry and Fred were still lying on the ground, looking entirely comfortable and sure that no one would interrupt them.
“Yeah, well, who would come down from a victory party to check if anyone’s screwing in there?” George muttered with a smile that froze as a hand was placed on his shoulder.
“I would,” said a familiar voice behind him.

*

As the aftershocks of their encounter subsided, Harry put his arms around Fred, kissing his forehead.
The older boy’s head was resting on Harry’s shoulder since he had rolled down from on top of him.
Harry had no idea how long they had been lying like this, but slowly the facts that they were in the Gryffindor changing room and that George was standing guard outside came back to him.
At once he was much more awake and aware that he and his lover were naked and covered in sweat and come. He quickly sat up and grabbed his boxers from the floor to wipe off the mess, when he heard a chuckle.
Fred had propped himself up on one elbow and was watching him with his Weasley smirk in place.
“You still seem to keep forgetting something, Harry,” he said.
“Like what?” Harry said, dabbing at the white stuff on his stomach.
“Like ... Scourgify! ...” The charm vanished all the semen, leaving Harry feeling clean and rather stupid. “You’re a wizard, Harry!”
Harry had to laugh and got to his feet, pulling on his shorts. “Well, we’d better get up to the party or they’ll start looking for us.”
Fred nodded and they dressed in silence.
They were just zipping up Harry’s fly, when suddenly the door opened and George stood there, flanked by Angelina who looked seriously pissed-off.
Fred cast an angry glance at his brother, who shrugged apologetically. “She just surprised me, mate.”

*

“It was lucky I got here when I did,” Angelina said, eyeing the twins reproachfully. “As I understand it, George here was to stand guard while you tried to pull one of your pranks on Harry.”
Harry looked at Fred, then at George. Both were barely concealing their grins behind thoroughly unconvincing masks of guilt.
Harry, too, had to refrain from laughing. “Thanks, Angelina. If you don’t mind, we’ll go upstairs now.”
Harry went over to Fred who took his hand, making the younger boy blush.
George chuckled and Angelina cleared her throat. “Well, can’t exactly say I’m surprised ... ok, run along, then, I’ll be right up with you.”
Still laughing, they made their way up to the castle to join the raging victory party.