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Weeks went by. They had found a good balance. Still playing footsie, giving each other looks that no one besides them understood. Writing funny notes and playing Quidditch shirtless to drive the other crazy. They had made it a habit to always have their pebbles with them. Touching it every once in a while. And, in sync as they were, it never took longer than a few seconds for it to turn warm. But they didn’t climb into each others bed anymore. Sneaking a kiss every once in a while was enough risk.
Ginny had come up to them that morning. Harry needed help. They had to distract that Umbridge bitch that evening, while Harry was up to know good in the meantime. They had tried to lay low lately, but this was too much of a temptation to resist. They had been inventing like crazy these past few weeks, so they were more than ready to try out a few things that would completely fuck up Hogwarts for at least twenty minutes.
However, neither of them knew that it would be their last night at Hogwarts. They didn’t need any NEWT’s. And they didn’t need the wrath that Umbridge would bring down on them.
When Filch came back, looking happier than ever, they had summoned their brooms, hopped on while one of the shackles was still hanging from it and had flown away. Towards freedom.
Hand in hand, they stumbled into their new apartment. Their hair wild from the flight. Within seconds their arms were wrapped around each other, holding on tight. Lips met. Soft, slow kisses. Whispering sweet nothings. “Missed you, Georgie…” George felt his brother’s breath caress his ear. The hairs on his body stood on end. A shiver went through his entire body. Fred kissed his way down, from his ear to his neck and back to George’s soft lips. “Freddie…” The name escaped his mouth. Hoarse, breathy. With closed eyes he let Fred brush his lips against his. Fred forced his tongue past George’s lips. Lost in his own little world George felt how his brother kissed him. He felt hands through his hair, tugging softly. The only thing George could do was undergo it, without really interacting or participating. “We’re safe now, Georgie” Fred whispered. Fred always knew exactly what George needed to hear. “Just enjoy what I’m doing, nobody can walk in on us.” Fred softly kissed his forehead. “We’re together. Forever. You go sit down on the bed. I’ll be with you in a second. George let his brother lead him by the hand and he sank down on the bed. Fred was right, they were safe, he could relax.
Fred came back with a glass of water for his brother. Now that they were finally safe all the tension escaped from George. Fred held his brother’s limp body close to him and kissed away his tears. “Shhh my love, all is well” he comforted him.
Together they got under the blankets. George safely in his brother’s arms. He drifted off to sleep, their bodies close, never ever letting go.
George woke up to soft kisses on his neck. One arm wrapped around his stomach, the other stroking his hair. “Morning, Freddie.” He kept his eyes shut, feeling his brother’s body warmth radiating next to him, fingers traveling down his belly, lower and lower. “Morning Georgie, morning Georgie’s boner.” Fred said. George could just picture the smug grin on his twins face. He grabbed Fred’s hand and pushed it hard against his crotch. “Less talking, more rubbing.” Fred didn’t need any more encouragement, slipping his hand underneath the waistband of George’s pyjamas.“Why the fuck are you wearing this?” He asked? “I want to wake up with your naked body close to mine. Not some stupid piece of fabric separating us.” George laughed. “Drama Queen” He took his wand from the nightstand, with a lazy flick he made his pants disappear. “I’m just gonna lay here" George closed his eyes again, “and you can have your way with me.” Fred grumbled, “So, I have to do all the work?” George pushed his arse against his brother’s hard-on. “Correct.”
Fred collected as much saliva in his mouth as he could. He spit on his fingers and rubbed it all over his brother’s knob. This earned him a soft moan. His calloused thumb slid over the small slit. His wet hand wrapped around George’s swollen cock. With slow strokes he started pumping. In need of more speed George started thrusting up into his twin's hand. Fred let go and slapped his arse hard. “You aren’t allowed to do anything anymore! I could have my way with you!”
He cupped George’s heavy sack and whispered in his brother’s ear; “And I will. I’m going to use your body for my pleasure.” George shivered. “Wrapping that tight hole around my throbbing cock. Hitting your sweet spot until you beg me to speed up.” He started grinding his cock between George’s cheeks, groaning in his ear. “Maybe I’ll have mercy, maybe I won’t.” He started stroking a little faster. “I might fuck you all day, without letting you come.” George moaned. “Fred…” He reached for Fred’s arse, massaging it, pressing it closer to him.
Fred let go of George’s manhood, leaking with pre-cum. Rolling over to grab his wand. “Accio lube.” A little jar flew from his opened bag into his hand. “Now let's get that beautiful arse ready for me. “Fuck, yeah.” George murmured. “I want you inside me, be one again.” Fred smiled. “We are one, Love. He nibbled softly on George’s earlobe. “Forever one.” He let his lube covered hand slide between George’s arse cheeks. Pressing soft kisses on his brother’s freckled shoulders. George trembled a little when Fred’s fingers found his tight hole. Putting pressure on it, circling around. “Do you want me to go in, Georgie?” He whispered.“ George melted against his brother, relaxing every muscle. “Yes, please…” Fred pushed in a little. “Pop up that knee for me.” George did as he was bid, giving his lover more access.
It didn’t take long for Fred to open him. Hearing George’s breath speeding up when he started hitting his prostate was one of the most exhilarating sounds in the world. Fred looked at his brother's parted lips, with every thrust George bit on the lower one. “Stop that, stop the biting. I want to hear your every desperate moan, every untamed groan." When he started thrusting faster he got what he wanted. Exquisite, hungry, almost feral like growls escaped George’s mouth. It was time, time to give George what he wanted. What he needed.
Fred took hold of the inside of George’s knee and pushed it further up. With his other hand he placed his cock perfectly against his lover’s tight entrance. “Breath out, love.” In one slow movement he entered his brother. Filling him completely. George let out a satisfied sigh. “Finally," he whispered. Fred started pulling out and pushing in. A slow and steady rhythm. “Finally." he agreed.
There they were, at the beginning of their life together. Their bodies, minds and soul completely in sync. Two halves completing each other. One.
They made a start on cleaning the shop. Dusting off the shelves and tinker with the cash desk. “I can’t get this bloody thing to work!” Groaned Fred. George wrapped his arms around his brother’s waist, stopping him from throwing it through the window. “Tsssk, such a temper, dearest brother. Don’t break down our shop on the first day.” Fred turned around and kissed George desperately. “Georgie, the damn thing doesn’t do what I want, he must be slapped into submission!” George grinned. “If you do that then you leave me no choice but to throw you over this counter and slap you into submission!” Fred smiled. “You do know you're only making it more tempting to break that thing, right?” This earned Fred a hard smack on his buttocks.
After a hard day's work and a lovely dinner together they got into bed. “Can I be the small spoon tonight, Georgie?” George smiled at his brother lovingly. “Course you can, Love.” He wrapped his arm around Fred and held him tight. Fred felt his brother's strong arm, that matched his own, wrapped around his belly. He was pulled tight against George's chest. “Love you, Freddie.” The soft whisper in his ear made Fred shiver a little. “Love you too, Georgie.” He let out a content sigh and fell asleep at once.
They woke up with a ticking sound on the small window. Fred opened his eyes and blinked at the bright morning light. George groaned sleepily. Fred kissed him softly behind his ear and whispered “I’ll get it, go back to sleep.” He stepped out of bed, the stained carpet soft beneath his feet. When he opened the window a hyper Pigwidgeon flew in. Flying in circles, hooting enthusiastically. He landed on George’s nightstand. “Pig! Leave my Georgie alone!” George sat up, rubbing his eyes. “S’okay Freddie.” He picked up Pig and untied the letter on its leg.
Dear Fred and George,
I got another howler from mum this morning. Not embarrassing at all. Shouting how I should have stopped you from, her words not mine, ruining your life. Could you write her that you wouldn’t have let you stop by your git of a brother (don’t pretend that’s not how you would phrase it). Or tell her I clung to your broomstick and am being bullied now. Either is fine. As long as she stops sending me those bloody red letters!
By the way, the next day was brilliant! People are already trying to take over your job in torturing Umbridge and Filch. Although Peeves is still master. You taught him well. People are inspired! I hear them saying: Another lesson like this I am gonna do a Weasley! You guys are heroes.
All in all, hating you for mum nagging, loving you for letting me be more popular because of your mischief.
Love, Ron.
Fred and George grinned identical. Beaming at each other. “Georgie, would you like to ‘do a Weasley?’’ As an answer George tugged Fred on top of him.
The End!