co-operative effort, by glock and lise. basically, glockgal wrote this fic, straight. which is great, except it was SAD. and then on LJ she said: George is just moody. You know that Fred all tried to push him off his bed and then George held on to Fred's forearms and was all like "I'm just kidding, you moron!" And he climbed on top of Fred while gathered the other blokes in the room and cleared out. AndthentheyhadsexonFred'sbed? which led to:
and Fred mumbled something like "you know. I hate that I am. okay?"
George said, "Well, Parvati's a nice girl," and Fred just looked at him gawping. He didn't understand how someone who looked so much like him would be so stupid. He said, "Oh. Yeah. Parvati's a nice girl."
George answered, "Nicer than Oliver. Oliver's a bit of a twat, some of the time."
"Yeah. but I mean, he likes you."
"I like him, too." George stretched out all sexy like, and Fred couldn't stop staring at his neck, or his waist, or whatever. George said, "So you're falling in love with Parvati?"
Fred blinked slowly. "You're not falling in love with Oliver?"
George snorted. "No."
"Ohhh," and it was stretched out just a little too long, so that George knew, because he always knew, he just took Fred's affections for, granted, sometimes.
George replies, "who did you think I meant?" Fred smiled, slow, and did sexy things to his body instead of answer.
to which she added:
Fred started to touch himself, but he kept staring at George. And George grinned in that dirty way.
"It's like looking in a mirror while you do it, yeah?" George shifted closer, close up to Fred which only made Fred breathe heavier. "Because I can feel your hands on me as well."
"Kill two birds, George." Fred increased his strokes, harder, faster, and George moaned slightly. "I like looking at your ugly gob."
"Yeah, I noticed. I noticed when we were five." George tilted his head back, and Fred couldn't resist kissing his throat.
And George came, still in his pants, and he would have to suck Fred off so he could come too.