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For my 50_smutlets claim, that belongs in my Within You, Without You universe.
Title: The Glass Onion
Prompt: 22. Costume
Pairing: George/Lee
Word Count: 856
Rating: R
My Table
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Some time after they had righted their clothes and had drifted asleep on the couch, George smiled at the weight and warmth of Lee’s bare chest against his.
The images in his mind melded into dreams of Lee’s teeth and nails tormenting his flesh. His loving but fiercely possessive oaths had surprised George, but instead of trepidation, his body reacted with acceptance and he came with as much intensity as possible when only his hands were used. Whether in dream or actuality, he felt his cock stir at the new memory. He wanted more from his lover again -and soon.
He wanted to feel Lee’s back under his chest, and the curve of his full arse flex against his hips as he thrust into him. But he also wanted to take it slowly, with all the deliberate touching and tenderness they had neglected earlier.
So accustomed was George’s subconscious to the sound his brother’s familiar footfalls up the outside stairs, that comprehension of his arrival didn’t break through his contented twilight sleep when the latch clicked, or when Fred first spoke.
“George.”
Not now, George thought, settling Lee closer to him.
George!
Crisp reality broke through then and George woke with an alarming start.
“Oh fuck!” he cursed under his breath, rubbing sleep out of his eyes with one hand while his other shoulder was still pinned under the weight of Lee’s head.
“Shh! Shut up you idiot!” Fred hissed in a whisper, nodding at Lee. “You’ll wake him.”
“We were just, we were, we-” George spluttered, looking down at Lee curled against him, having no leverage to sit up.
Fred rolled his eyes and tossed his robe into a nearby chair. “You’re losing your touch, mate, honestly. No stuttering.”
George gave up with groan and slumped back, which made Lee shift closer in his sleep. He rubbed his cheek against George’s chest hair and hooked his knee over George’s thigh.
“Oh god. …” George winced, casting his eyes upward.
Fred bit his lip at George’s obvious chagrin, but he carried on without commenting on it.
“I just came up to change,” Fred said, tearing off his t-shirt. “Charlie’s downstairs; we’re off for the night.” He found another discarded shirt atop an empty bookshelf, sniffed it and finding it satisfactory, pulled it over his head. “He says there’s a place where beautiful women are dressed in bunny costumes and they all want to shag.”
“Bunny costumes?” George frowned, imagining fur and ears. “And that’s … sexy?”
Fred thought for moment. “Oddly, yeah, I think it might be,” he said with a shrug. “Anyway, the flat’s all yours - get as freaky as you like.” He raised a provocative eyebrow at the last.
“Right. Cheers,” George mumbled.
Fred nodded a salute and turned to leave.
“Wait,” George said suddenly. You’ve nothing else to say here?
Fred turned around again and leaned against the door. His gaze lingered over Lee and the way he was nestled against George, the taller man looked smaller than he really was. Fred looked back up at George who defiantly stuck out his chin and secured his grip around Lee’s shoulder, waiting for his twin’s ridicule.
But none came.
“I never said how much I appreciated how you looked after him,” Fred said, quietly, still careful not to wake Lee. “In hospital.” He dramatically shivered and winced to convey his loathing of the subject matter. “I couldn’t have done it.”
George nodded, looking at Lee’s cane resting against a chair.
“I guess I never said thanks for running Wheezes so I could. I wasn’t much of a business partner.”
“Didn’t mind doing it. You had the hard job.”
“Didn’t mind doing it.”
For the first time in a very long time, they were being honest with each other. It felt so normal to be honest with Fred. He couldn’t believe he’d been hiding any part of himself from his brother.
George bent his head to Lee’s, closing his eyes, as if drawing strength from him.
“Does … is this … are you -happy? Like this? Is this really, you know, with blokes?” Fred finally asked haltingly.
“No stuttering, remember?” George teased back. He knew the question was genuine. Fred wasn’t taking the piss. “Yeah, he makes me happy.” He realized he was stroking a circle over the tattoo on Lee’s bicep.
“He’s been with us a long time now. You’re not going to fuck this up, are you?”
“Trying not to,” George muttered dourly, rubbing his swollen bottom lip, remembering how angry Lee had been.
“I was going to threaten to kick your arse for him if he asked me to, but,” Fred said, eyeing the fresh marks on George’s neck, “looks like he can handle you well enough.”
George blushed and tried not to look guilty.
“Into playing games then, I see? I knew we weren’t so different, me and you.”
Now Fred was taking the piss.
“It wasn’t like that,” George whispered with a smile, shaking his head.
“Whatever you say, brother.” Fred winked. “I don’t care what you’re into after all. I’m just glad you’re not celibate. Now that’s unnatural!”
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A/N - I've been waiting for so long to write this scene. I hope you enjoy it!
Title: The Glass Onion
Prompt: 22. Costume
Pairing: George/Lee
Word Count: 856
Rating: R
My Table
~^~
Some time after they had righted their clothes and had drifted asleep on the couch, George smiled at the weight and warmth of Lee’s bare chest against his.
The images in his mind melded into dreams of Lee’s teeth and nails tormenting his flesh. His loving but fiercely possessive oaths had surprised George, but instead of trepidation, his body reacted with acceptance and he came with as much intensity as possible when only his hands were used. Whether in dream or actuality, he felt his cock stir at the new memory. He wanted more from his lover again -and soon.
He wanted to feel Lee’s back under his chest, and the curve of his full arse flex against his hips as he thrust into him. But he also wanted to take it slowly, with all the deliberate touching and tenderness they had neglected earlier.
So accustomed was George’s subconscious to the sound his brother’s familiar footfalls up the outside stairs, that comprehension of his arrival didn’t break through his contented twilight sleep when the latch clicked, or when Fred first spoke.
“George.”
Not now, George thought, settling Lee closer to him.
George!
Crisp reality broke through then and George woke with an alarming start.
“Oh fuck!” he cursed under his breath, rubbing sleep out of his eyes with one hand while his other shoulder was still pinned under the weight of Lee’s head.
“Shh! Shut up you idiot!” Fred hissed in a whisper, nodding at Lee. “You’ll wake him.”
“We were just, we were, we-” George spluttered, looking down at Lee curled against him, having no leverage to sit up.
Fred rolled his eyes and tossed his robe into a nearby chair. “You’re losing your touch, mate, honestly. No stuttering.”
George gave up with groan and slumped back, which made Lee shift closer in his sleep. He rubbed his cheek against George’s chest hair and hooked his knee over George’s thigh.
“Oh god. …” George winced, casting his eyes upward.
Fred bit his lip at George’s obvious chagrin, but he carried on without commenting on it.
“I just came up to change,” Fred said, tearing off his t-shirt. “Charlie’s downstairs; we’re off for the night.” He found another discarded shirt atop an empty bookshelf, sniffed it and finding it satisfactory, pulled it over his head. “He says there’s a place where beautiful women are dressed in bunny costumes and they all want to shag.”
“Bunny costumes?” George frowned, imagining fur and ears. “And that’s … sexy?”
Fred thought for moment. “Oddly, yeah, I think it might be,” he said with a shrug. “Anyway, the flat’s all yours - get as freaky as you like.” He raised a provocative eyebrow at the last.
“Right. Cheers,” George mumbled.
Fred nodded a salute and turned to leave.
“Wait,” George said suddenly. You’ve nothing else to say here?
Fred turned around again and leaned against the door. His gaze lingered over Lee and the way he was nestled against George, the taller man looked smaller than he really was. Fred looked back up at George who defiantly stuck out his chin and secured his grip around Lee’s shoulder, waiting for his twin’s ridicule.
But none came.
“I never said how much I appreciated how you looked after him,” Fred said, quietly, still careful not to wake Lee. “In hospital.” He dramatically shivered and winced to convey his loathing of the subject matter. “I couldn’t have done it.”
George nodded, looking at Lee’s cane resting against a chair.
“I guess I never said thanks for running Wheezes so I could. I wasn’t much of a business partner.”
“Didn’t mind doing it. You had the hard job.”
“Didn’t mind doing it.”
For the first time in a very long time, they were being honest with each other. It felt so normal to be honest with Fred. He couldn’t believe he’d been hiding any part of himself from his brother.
George bent his head to Lee’s, closing his eyes, as if drawing strength from him.
“Does … is this … are you -happy? Like this? Is this really, you know, with blokes?” Fred finally asked haltingly.
“No stuttering, remember?” George teased back. He knew the question was genuine. Fred wasn’t taking the piss. “Yeah, he makes me happy.” He realized he was stroking a circle over the tattoo on Lee’s bicep.
“He’s been with us a long time now. You’re not going to fuck this up, are you?”
“Trying not to,” George muttered dourly, rubbing his swollen bottom lip, remembering how angry Lee had been.
“I was going to threaten to kick your arse for him if he asked me to, but,” Fred said, eyeing the fresh marks on George’s neck, “looks like he can handle you well enough.”
George blushed and tried not to look guilty.
“Into playing games then, I see? I knew we weren’t so different, me and you.”
Now Fred was taking the piss.
“It wasn’t like that,” George whispered with a smile, shaking his head.
“Whatever you say, brother.” Fred winked. “I don’t care what you’re into after all. I’m just glad you’re not celibate. Now that’s unnatural!”
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A/N - I've been waiting for so long to write this scene. I hope you enjoy it!