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For my 50_smutlets claim, that belongs in my Within You, Without You universe.
Title: The Glass Onion
Author: Maple
Pairing: George/Lee
Word Count: 2260
Rating: R
My Table
A/N: I fail at smutlets. The boys insisted on having another fight. ... but you know what that means. Thanks to mrsquizzical and queenb23more for their help and beta.
This smutlet takes place right after George leaves in Chapter Six of WYWY. For those following the The Glass Onion and not WYWY, I really suggest you read that chapter.There's very little H/G and it's almost all Weasley brothers. I think you'd have a greater understanding of George's plight in this story if you did.
28. Restaurant
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George left the Burrow and stopped at The Peckish Badger for a sandwich on the way to the shop. An afternoon with the entire family was always enough to set one’s head spinning, and adding the in-laws and adoptees made it all the more wearisome to absorb.
Charlie had been a drunken bastard as usual. Ron had almost punched him, which George wouldn’t have minded seeing. Fred’s comments all day were full of innuendo and winks. Things with Harry had been awkward enough, but he felt he gained the upper hand when he nearly caught Harry going down on his sister. The look on Harry’s face was enough to tell him how much he fretted over the good opinion of a big brother, but it was Ginny’s face that kept him from taking the piss.
As much as he loved being with his brothers again after several months apart, he’d been keenly reminded of why he’d avoided them in the first place. The first line in macho insults among them was to proclaim someone a woofter and accuse them of taking it up arse or down the throat. He felt sick with guilt for at having just sat quiet all afternoon. It’d be different if he could dismiss the lot as a bunch of arseholes, but he still believed they were good men at heart. He respected them, even if they wouldn’t understand his life.
George took a deep breath and shook his head to clear his thoughts.
“I’ll just have the Double Egg and Ham, Lucas,” he told the man behind the counter. Lucas was a few years older than him, Hufflepuff, according to Lee. His small deli had been a welcome addition to Diagon Alley’s mainly traditional restaurants.
“Make that two, if you don’t mind, Luc.” Lee appeared by his side. “And make them take-away, please.”
With one hand on his cane and the other casually tucked into his trousers pocket, he nudged George’s shoulder in greeting. “Hey there, gorgeous.”
George blushed as he mentally surveyed who in the immediate area may have heard Lee’s comment.
“Don’t worry about Lucas,” Lee whispered, deducing George’s thoughts.
George glanced up at the slightly podgy wizard behind the counter. He wouldn’t have noticed until recently, but if what appeared obvious was also accurate, the sandwich maker was queer as well. He wondered when he started categorizing the people he saw as straight or gay.
“What are you doing here?” he asked, turning his attention back to Lee. “Thought you were visiting with Mum and the aunts tonight?”
“I was, but now I want you to come look at a house. The estate agent is keeping it open for us tonight. I think it might be perfect.”
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Lee had taken George to two houses during the week already, and after walking through each of them, he’d talked himself out of the idea before ever letting George say a word. This time however, Lee was standing in the kitchen eagerly awaiting George’s opinion.
“I do get to comment this time around? You sure?” he joked.
“Don’t cheek me, Weasley. Do you like it? Is it all right? It’s crap, isn’t it? The location’s terrible. Too many stairs, don’t know what I’m thinking-”
“Shut it, Jordan, I do it like it, honestly. Can we really afford it though?” he asked looking up at the expansive ceiling.
Lee laughed.
“You can afford about three of these, mate. Me, on the other hand … I’ve got to work that out yet, but I’m on it.”
“Why not let me get it for us then? Or I can loan you the gold.”
“No! This is going to be an even split. Fifty-fifty. And how about this kitchen?” George recognized a Lee Jordan topic dodge when he saw it. “I’ll learn to cook you something.”
“You? Cook? I don’t believe it.”
“I can learn!” Lee insisted, cuddling up to George’s front. “Anything you like. What’ll it be?”
“Oh, I get to pick? Fancy that, and it’s not even my birthday. I don’t have to share with Fred, either?”
“Sod Fred. I’m only cooking for you.” Lee nuzzled George’s neck.
He chuckled, kissing the soft twists in Lee’s hair.
“How about Bubble and Squeak, then? Or Toad in the Hole?”
“Is there any food you like that doesn’t have a funny name?”
“Nope. I like the funny names. Oh, I also like Faggots!”
Lee groaned, and George continued with a grin.
“Spotted Dick? Wait a minute, you get enough of that, don’t you?”
Lee let out a derisive laugh, digging his fingers into George’s sides to tickle.
“How about Newt on a Broom?” he suggested, grabbing Lee’s hands.
“Newt on a Broom?” Lee repeated, looking to the side, thinking. “What’s that?”
“I dunno yet, but if you invent it, I’ll eat it.”
“You’re impossible,” Lee sighed.
“So, we’re really doing this, aren’t we?” George crooned, turning Lee around to hug him from behind while they looked around the crisp white walls of the Kensington penthouse.
“Yeah. … Doing what, exactly?” Lee asked vaguely.
George snorted.
“This. Being adults; getting a house, beginning our lives together. Just like Bill and Ron. Blimey, even Ginny’ll be married soon.”
“Erm …” Lee turned with a tentatively raised eyebrow. “We’ve talked about that sort of thing before, you remember? My feelings about the conventional trappings of societal commitments haven’t changed.”
George felt a chill in his heart.
“Societal conventions? Well that doesn’t sound good to me either. I’m not talking about that. I’m talking about us.”
“But Georgie, this,” Lee waved his hand about, “is just a house. It’s practical for us. And it is a wise investment to make.”
George shrunk away from Lee.
“So this is just an ‘investment’ for you? It’s not about us at all, is it?”
“No. It is about us, but babe, it’s just, you know, a house.”
“Well … that’s lovely. Just a house. A house is supposed to be a home. My family has had the same home for over thirty years now.”
“Oh please don’t bring your family into this,” Lee groaned, rubbing his eyes. “You’re still in the closet because of your family!”
“I - I - that’s not the point at all!”
“It so is.”
“Not! I love you, you stubborn, thickheaded - ugh. Look, when people are in love, they have a home, and they get married, and they have a family and-”
“Married?” Lee’s eyes bugged. “Family? You’re barking!”
“That’s what people do!”
“I thought Weasleys were well-educated about the facts of life.”
“Very funny.”
“Well I’m not volunteering to pervert nature and magical law to make little black and red babies. You want to be parent, you can do it yourself!”
George’s eyes narrowed and he pointed his finger with gusto.
“First of all, don’t you mock our hypothetical babies! They’d be bloody gorgeous!” George yelled, not realizing the depth of his anger until he heard his own shouting. Lee however, scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Second of all, I said I wanted to be a parent, not a mum. Third of all -” George huffed with frustration. “I’m not even talking about babies right now. Look, I’ve always just known I’d get married someday.”
“And I’ve always just known that I wouldn’t.” The air thickened around him as Lee’s declaration lingered. “Listen,” Lee continued calmly again, “this is an unnecessary argument anyway. We couldn’t even get married if we wanted to.”
“Who says we can’t?”
Lee looked exasperated and took a slow breath before fixing his eyes on George again.
“We just …can’t. Have you ever listened to the words in the matrimony spell? ‘Between witch and wizard, love is found, may we be forever bound.’ The spell wouldn’t even work for us.”
The words Lee spoke hurt. The implication hurt. But George had never taken being told ‘no’ too seriously, and he wasn’t about to start now.
“I could create a binding matrimony spell,” George insisted. “I know I could make one that would be legally viable too.”
Lee huffed in that judgmental way that always hacked George off.
“Well that’s not really the point is it? You just don’t want to commit to me.”
“That’s rich from you. How can you talk about ‘commitment’ when you won’t even let me-” Lee stopped himself and turned, waving his hands through the air.
“Let you what?” George demanded, though a jab in his gut told him exactly ‘what’.
“You! You won’t tell your family about yourself. About us. You won’t even look my mother in the face. And if I get so much two fingers near your arse I think you’re going to Apparate right out of bed!”
George felt the flush burning in his neck take over his face as embarrassment fueled his temper.
“Oh that’s just fine! Tell me all along how whatever I want is okay, and here you’re just storing it all up to throw in my face!”
“I’m not throwing it your face! But I do have a dick. I’d like to use it before I forget how.”
George goggled at him, trying to think of a response that wasn’t inappropriately vicious.
“You’ve never even said that’s what you wanted. You made it very clear from the beginning that you had a, a preference.”
“I do,” Lee admitted. “But I don’t want to have to ask. I just want you to want to.”
“What the hell sense does that make? I have to be a Legilimens now? When did you become a woman?”
“Well how the hell am I supposed to commit to ‘forever’ when the man I love won’t even admit what he is?” Lee went on.
“You don’t understand!”
“No, I guess I don’t!” Lee took a breath as though taking great pains to control himself. “I’m here with you now. Why isn’t that good enough?”
“It’s different!”
“How?”
“Because you! - I!” George snarled, clutching the air on either side of his head. He began pacing, his body driven to mirror the rapid movement in his brain. “So you want to be able to just leave at a moment’s notice. To just quit, whenever you get bored with us. You don’t want to be ‘bound’ in case we’re ever ‘not happy.’ And it goes without saying that I’m going to fuck up on a consistent basis. So I never know when you’re just going to up and leave because you can’t be bothered with me anymore.”
There. He’d said it. And he felt exposed as if he’d just scooped his heart, brain and balls into a bowl and served them to Lee with a spoon.
George stopped moving and looked at his feet. In his peripheral vision he saw Lee approach. Putting his hand around George’s neck. Lee pressed his lips to George’s temple.
“You stupid prat,” he muttered, his tone loving in spite of the harsh words themselves.
George huffed. His nose burned and he mentally threatened to curse his eyeballs if they dared let a tear fall.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. I’m not really sore about it. It’s just something that’s left between us. But I should never pressure you like that.”
“I can handle talking about sex stuff. I won’t always make a joke.”
This time Lee huffed with a mild chuckle, and George thought Lee felt differently.
“It’s ok. I am in this with you. I’m not going anywhere. Ah, George, I’ve been with you for half my life now, I can’t imagine being without you. I don’t even want to try. And I promise I will never leave because you ‘fuck up.’”
“I really could make a binding spell, you know.” George muttered quietly, his mind swirling with thoughts of the ancient magic used for such a spell.
Lee moved closer, an amused smile playing on his face. “I have no doubt you could at that.” He smoothed his thumb over the wrinkle between George’s brows “You could make any magic work. You’re brilliant.”
Lee kissed him long enough to pull George out of his thoughts, making him focus again.
“Let’s just leave the matrimony talk for awhile yet, okay?”
“Yeah,” George agreed reluctantly with a nod. “Yeah, all right, then.”
They stood together in front of the large window that provided a terrific view of the city.
“Not a good sign for this house, eh? In here for ten minutes and we get into a fight.”
“No, I quite like this one. Look, you can just see the Gherkin from here.” He pointed out the modern, stain-glassed building in the distance.
“Funny name?”
“Hmm,” he nodded. “And it’s phallic. It’s good luck as well.”
“How is it good luck?”
“Because Muggles made that insane thing and it never fell over. That’s luck.”
Lee chuckled into his shoulder.
“We could always doing something to counteract the fight,” George said, rubbing his hands down Lee’s sides and then groping at him through his trousers. Lee closed his eyes for a moment while George began to rouse him and after a moment opened his eyes with a slight chuckle.
George kissed him and snaked his hand down the front of Lee’s pants. He squeezed Lee’s hardening cock, guiding it to stand more comfortably as it lengthened in his hand. He began stroking as best he could with being so confined, rubbing over the skin protecting the head.
“Oh, I’ve got it!” Lee said suddenly.
“Got what?” George asked, stilling his hand.
“The recipe for Newt on a Broom. You’re going to love it.”
“I’m certain of it.”
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Faggots
Spotted Dick
Bubble and Squeak
The Gherkin Construction on this building was completed in 2005 so it didn’t actually exist at this time in the Harry Potter timeline. Yes, I try to be that accurate, but this one amused me so it’s just AU. :P
Title: The Glass Onion
Author: Maple
Pairing: George/Lee
Word Count: 2260
Rating: R
My Table
A/N: I fail at smutlets. The boys insisted on having another fight. ... but you know what that means. Thanks to mrsquizzical and queenb23more for their help and beta.
This smutlet takes place right after George leaves in Chapter Six of WYWY. For those following the The Glass Onion and not WYWY, I really suggest you read that chapter.There's very little H/G and it's almost all Weasley brothers. I think you'd have a greater understanding of George's plight in this story if you did.
28. Restaurant
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George left the Burrow and stopped at The Peckish Badger for a sandwich on the way to the shop. An afternoon with the entire family was always enough to set one’s head spinning, and adding the in-laws and adoptees made it all the more wearisome to absorb.
Charlie had been a drunken bastard as usual. Ron had almost punched him, which George wouldn’t have minded seeing. Fred’s comments all day were full of innuendo and winks. Things with Harry had been awkward enough, but he felt he gained the upper hand when he nearly caught Harry going down on his sister. The look on Harry’s face was enough to tell him how much he fretted over the good opinion of a big brother, but it was Ginny’s face that kept him from taking the piss.
As much as he loved being with his brothers again after several months apart, he’d been keenly reminded of why he’d avoided them in the first place. The first line in macho insults among them was to proclaim someone a woofter and accuse them of taking it up arse or down the throat. He felt sick with guilt for at having just sat quiet all afternoon. It’d be different if he could dismiss the lot as a bunch of arseholes, but he still believed they were good men at heart. He respected them, even if they wouldn’t understand his life.
George took a deep breath and shook his head to clear his thoughts.
“I’ll just have the Double Egg and Ham, Lucas,” he told the man behind the counter. Lucas was a few years older than him, Hufflepuff, according to Lee. His small deli had been a welcome addition to Diagon Alley’s mainly traditional restaurants.
“Make that two, if you don’t mind, Luc.” Lee appeared by his side. “And make them take-away, please.”
With one hand on his cane and the other casually tucked into his trousers pocket, he nudged George’s shoulder in greeting. “Hey there, gorgeous.”
George blushed as he mentally surveyed who in the immediate area may have heard Lee’s comment.
“Don’t worry about Lucas,” Lee whispered, deducing George’s thoughts.
George glanced up at the slightly podgy wizard behind the counter. He wouldn’t have noticed until recently, but if what appeared obvious was also accurate, the sandwich maker was queer as well. He wondered when he started categorizing the people he saw as straight or gay.
“What are you doing here?” he asked, turning his attention back to Lee. “Thought you were visiting with Mum and the aunts tonight?”
“I was, but now I want you to come look at a house. The estate agent is keeping it open for us tonight. I think it might be perfect.”
~
Lee had taken George to two houses during the week already, and after walking through each of them, he’d talked himself out of the idea before ever letting George say a word. This time however, Lee was standing in the kitchen eagerly awaiting George’s opinion.
“I do get to comment this time around? You sure?” he joked.
“Don’t cheek me, Weasley. Do you like it? Is it all right? It’s crap, isn’t it? The location’s terrible. Too many stairs, don’t know what I’m thinking-”
“Shut it, Jordan, I do it like it, honestly. Can we really afford it though?” he asked looking up at the expansive ceiling.
Lee laughed.
“You can afford about three of these, mate. Me, on the other hand … I’ve got to work that out yet, but I’m on it.”
“Why not let me get it for us then? Or I can loan you the gold.”
“No! This is going to be an even split. Fifty-fifty. And how about this kitchen?” George recognized a Lee Jordan topic dodge when he saw it. “I’ll learn to cook you something.”
“You? Cook? I don’t believe it.”
“I can learn!” Lee insisted, cuddling up to George’s front. “Anything you like. What’ll it be?”
“Oh, I get to pick? Fancy that, and it’s not even my birthday. I don’t have to share with Fred, either?”
“Sod Fred. I’m only cooking for you.” Lee nuzzled George’s neck.
He chuckled, kissing the soft twists in Lee’s hair.
“How about Bubble and Squeak, then? Or Toad in the Hole?”
“Is there any food you like that doesn’t have a funny name?”
“Nope. I like the funny names. Oh, I also like Faggots!”
Lee groaned, and George continued with a grin.
“Spotted Dick? Wait a minute, you get enough of that, don’t you?”
Lee let out a derisive laugh, digging his fingers into George’s sides to tickle.
“How about Newt on a Broom?” he suggested, grabbing Lee’s hands.
“Newt on a Broom?” Lee repeated, looking to the side, thinking. “What’s that?”
“I dunno yet, but if you invent it, I’ll eat it.”
“You’re impossible,” Lee sighed.
“So, we’re really doing this, aren’t we?” George crooned, turning Lee around to hug him from behind while they looked around the crisp white walls of the Kensington penthouse.
“Yeah. … Doing what, exactly?” Lee asked vaguely.
George snorted.
“This. Being adults; getting a house, beginning our lives together. Just like Bill and Ron. Blimey, even Ginny’ll be married soon.”
“Erm …” Lee turned with a tentatively raised eyebrow. “We’ve talked about that sort of thing before, you remember? My feelings about the conventional trappings of societal commitments haven’t changed.”
George felt a chill in his heart.
“Societal conventions? Well that doesn’t sound good to me either. I’m not talking about that. I’m talking about us.”
“But Georgie, this,” Lee waved his hand about, “is just a house. It’s practical for us. And it is a wise investment to make.”
George shrunk away from Lee.
“So this is just an ‘investment’ for you? It’s not about us at all, is it?”
“No. It is about us, but babe, it’s just, you know, a house.”
“Well … that’s lovely. Just a house. A house is supposed to be a home. My family has had the same home for over thirty years now.”
“Oh please don’t bring your family into this,” Lee groaned, rubbing his eyes. “You’re still in the closet because of your family!”
“I - I - that’s not the point at all!”
“It so is.”
“Not! I love you, you stubborn, thickheaded - ugh. Look, when people are in love, they have a home, and they get married, and they have a family and-”
“Married?” Lee’s eyes bugged. “Family? You’re barking!”
“That’s what people do!”
“I thought Weasleys were well-educated about the facts of life.”
“Very funny.”
“Well I’m not volunteering to pervert nature and magical law to make little black and red babies. You want to be parent, you can do it yourself!”
George’s eyes narrowed and he pointed his finger with gusto.
“First of all, don’t you mock our hypothetical babies! They’d be bloody gorgeous!” George yelled, not realizing the depth of his anger until he heard his own shouting. Lee however, scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Second of all, I said I wanted to be a parent, not a mum. Third of all -” George huffed with frustration. “I’m not even talking about babies right now. Look, I’ve always just known I’d get married someday.”
“And I’ve always just known that I wouldn’t.” The air thickened around him as Lee’s declaration lingered. “Listen,” Lee continued calmly again, “this is an unnecessary argument anyway. We couldn’t even get married if we wanted to.”
“Who says we can’t?”
Lee looked exasperated and took a slow breath before fixing his eyes on George again.
“We just …can’t. Have you ever listened to the words in the matrimony spell? ‘Between witch and wizard, love is found, may we be forever bound.’ The spell wouldn’t even work for us.”
The words Lee spoke hurt. The implication hurt. But George had never taken being told ‘no’ too seriously, and he wasn’t about to start now.
“I could create a binding matrimony spell,” George insisted. “I know I could make one that would be legally viable too.”
Lee huffed in that judgmental way that always hacked George off.
“Well that’s not really the point is it? You just don’t want to commit to me.”
“That’s rich from you. How can you talk about ‘commitment’ when you won’t even let me-” Lee stopped himself and turned, waving his hands through the air.
“Let you what?” George demanded, though a jab in his gut told him exactly ‘what’.
“You! You won’t tell your family about yourself. About us. You won’t even look my mother in the face. And if I get so much two fingers near your arse I think you’re going to Apparate right out of bed!”
George felt the flush burning in his neck take over his face as embarrassment fueled his temper.
“Oh that’s just fine! Tell me all along how whatever I want is okay, and here you’re just storing it all up to throw in my face!”
“I’m not throwing it your face! But I do have a dick. I’d like to use it before I forget how.”
George goggled at him, trying to think of a response that wasn’t inappropriately vicious.
“You’ve never even said that’s what you wanted. You made it very clear from the beginning that you had a, a preference.”
“I do,” Lee admitted. “But I don’t want to have to ask. I just want you to want to.”
“What the hell sense does that make? I have to be a Legilimens now? When did you become a woman?”
“Well how the hell am I supposed to commit to ‘forever’ when the man I love won’t even admit what he is?” Lee went on.
“You don’t understand!”
“No, I guess I don’t!” Lee took a breath as though taking great pains to control himself. “I’m here with you now. Why isn’t that good enough?”
“It’s different!”
“How?”
“Because you! - I!” George snarled, clutching the air on either side of his head. He began pacing, his body driven to mirror the rapid movement in his brain. “So you want to be able to just leave at a moment’s notice. To just quit, whenever you get bored with us. You don’t want to be ‘bound’ in case we’re ever ‘not happy.’ And it goes without saying that I’m going to fuck up on a consistent basis. So I never know when you’re just going to up and leave because you can’t be bothered with me anymore.”
There. He’d said it. And he felt exposed as if he’d just scooped his heart, brain and balls into a bowl and served them to Lee with a spoon.
George stopped moving and looked at his feet. In his peripheral vision he saw Lee approach. Putting his hand around George’s neck. Lee pressed his lips to George’s temple.
“You stupid prat,” he muttered, his tone loving in spite of the harsh words themselves.
George huffed. His nose burned and he mentally threatened to curse his eyeballs if they dared let a tear fall.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. I’m not really sore about it. It’s just something that’s left between us. But I should never pressure you like that.”
“I can handle talking about sex stuff. I won’t always make a joke.”
This time Lee huffed with a mild chuckle, and George thought Lee felt differently.
“It’s ok. I am in this with you. I’m not going anywhere. Ah, George, I’ve been with you for half my life now, I can’t imagine being without you. I don’t even want to try. And I promise I will never leave because you ‘fuck up.’”
“I really could make a binding spell, you know.” George muttered quietly, his mind swirling with thoughts of the ancient magic used for such a spell.
Lee moved closer, an amused smile playing on his face. “I have no doubt you could at that.” He smoothed his thumb over the wrinkle between George’s brows “You could make any magic work. You’re brilliant.”
Lee kissed him long enough to pull George out of his thoughts, making him focus again.
“Let’s just leave the matrimony talk for awhile yet, okay?”
“Yeah,” George agreed reluctantly with a nod. “Yeah, all right, then.”
They stood together in front of the large window that provided a terrific view of the city.
“Not a good sign for this house, eh? In here for ten minutes and we get into a fight.”
“No, I quite like this one. Look, you can just see the Gherkin from here.” He pointed out the modern, stain-glassed building in the distance.
“Funny name?”
“Hmm,” he nodded. “And it’s phallic. It’s good luck as well.”
“How is it good luck?”
“Because Muggles made that insane thing and it never fell over. That’s luck.”
Lee chuckled into his shoulder.
“We could always doing something to counteract the fight,” George said, rubbing his hands down Lee’s sides and then groping at him through his trousers. Lee closed his eyes for a moment while George began to rouse him and after a moment opened his eyes with a slight chuckle.
George kissed him and snaked his hand down the front of Lee’s pants. He squeezed Lee’s hardening cock, guiding it to stand more comfortably as it lengthened in his hand. He began stroking as best he could with being so confined, rubbing over the skin protecting the head.
“Oh, I’ve got it!” Lee said suddenly.
“Got what?” George asked, stilling his hand.
“The recipe for Newt on a Broom. You’re going to love it.”
“I’m certain of it.”
~^~
Faggots
Spotted Dick
Bubble and Squeak
The Gherkin Construction on this building was completed in 2005 so it didn’t actually exist at this time in the Harry Potter timeline. Yes, I try to be that accurate, but this one amused me so it’s just AU. :P