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For my 50_smutlets claim, that belongs in my Within You, Without You universe.
Title: The Glass Onion
Pairing: George/Lee
Word Count: 1075
Rating: R ish
Warning/AN: Pre-DH, Beta by mrsquizzical and queenb23more
Erm ... spanking? I had to get one more good kink into this thing!
My Table
48. Good
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“So you were quite the nancy over your new niece, weren’t you? Not helping the stereotype there, you know?” Lee teased.
“I know it. I heard you grumbling with Fred about it.”
Lee chuckled and reached up to play with George’s earlobe.
“I wasn’t grumbling. Just having a laugh. The two of you are so different.”
“Just because Fred doesn’t appreciate fatherhood any more than you do,” George said, glancing at Lee out of the corner of his eye. This was a delicate subject that he tried to maneuver around carefully.
“I appreciate fatherhood just fine,” Lee said, pulling his hand down, tensing.
“Well, sure, but perhaps if you’d had -”
“Don’t you have a go at my dad!”
“I’m not!” George swore. Though a rant on the man who was little more than a sperm donor to Lee would be easy to come by.
“Not everyone is lucky enough to have a dad like yours,” Lee stood up.
“I realize that. I won the dad lottery, what can I say? Maybe that’s what makes me appreciate men who stick around for it.”
Lee still sniffed with annoyance and muttered something about changing out of his clothes. He also chose to stomp his way up each step, rather than Apparate like he usually did.
George waved his wand at the wireless to fill the room with sound and picked up the latest WWW catalogue that needed revision.
Just as he was marking page seventeen, Lee sat next to him, stripped down to his boxers and a t-shirt for bed.
“I think you’re right,” Lee said, sitting forward in concentration.
“Of course I am,” George agreed. “… About what, exactly?” He’d already forgotten what they’d been discussing.
“About not having any respect for fatherhood. I never really saw my dad. Once a year on summer holiday, maybe? Maybe that’s why it never occurred to me to be a dad? Well, aside from the other obvious reason.”
George snickered. “Attraction to women does seem to improve a bloke’s chances.”
“Yeah, but you have this underlying thing that makes you desire it. And I don’t have that. You think maybe that’s why we’re attracted to each other?”
“What …? You’ve become terribly introspective in a short amount of time.”
Lee ignored him and continued on with a look of dawning revelation on his face.
“No, it makes sense, see? I desire the father figure I’ve never had and you desire to love someone in a paternal way. Especially considering the likelihood of you actually becoming a father is pretty much nil.”
“So, are you telling me you want me to be your daddy? It’s kinky, mate, but I’m willing to try anything once.”
They snickered together, and George ran his hand up and down Lee’s back.
“Don’t think too hard about why we work. We just do.”
Lee shifted his feet up on the couch and turned sideways lying back in George’s lap. It occurred to him that the way Lee had always had crawled into his lap, burying his face in George’s chest, did rather fit the profile that Lee described.
“You’d be a good dad,” Lee told him, nuzzling his face against George’s torso.
Instead of saying anything, he ran his hand up the back of Lee’s neck, rubbing him softly and went back to reading his catalogue.
“Now I feel childish,” Lee grumbled into George’s chest, sounding disappointed in himself.
“I reckon if anyone here is childish, it’s going to be me!”
The tension eased out of Lee’s shoulders.
“That’s true. You are very immature.”
“You had better mind your tongue, young man, or I’ll turn you over my knee,” George teased in what he perceived to be a ‘fatherly’ voice, without looking away from his reading.
“Yeah, right, Weasley. I was speaking figuratively, not literally.”
“Oh, excuse me?” George lowered the paper in his hand. “I seem to recall you saying something about ‘country boy strong’ once.”
“Whatever,” Lee said dismissively.
“You don’t think I can?”
“I - ”
But Lee didn’t have a chance to voice his protest. George raised his knees, rolling Lee towards him while giving his chest and waist a shove from below so that Lee ended arse up with startled yelp.
“George Weasley, don’t you dare!”
“Oh, my dear fellow, have you learned nothing in all these years?”
Lee tried push against the cushions with his hands to scramble away, but George pulled him closer by the hip and sat up taller. He ran his palm over the soft silk of Lee’s boxers.
“You better not! Now let me up, you great, bloody brute!”
“You’re just begging for some discipline, aren’t you?” George raised his hand and gave Lee’s arse a crisp smack.
Lee yelped far louder than was warranted. “This is not dignified!”
“Oh I think it looks just fine.” George lifted the hem of Lee’s boxers and peeked at rounded curve of his buttock.
“You filthy miscreant! I’m a well-respected member of the community. You can’t do this to me!”
George chuckled. “That’s right. Well-respected member of society.” George gave him another swat. “Who is currently draped over my lap and at my mercy.”
He brought his hand down again, causing Lee to shriek and wriggle. “But after all, you did say that you needed a father figure...”
Two, three, four more strikes landed over Lee’s bottom. None of them terribly hard, in spite of all of Lee’s cursing, but even over the silk, they still made a magnificently loud crack.
George paused, rubbing over the heat now radiating from Lee’s backside.
“Are you quite finished assaulting me now, you pervert?” Lee looked over his shoulder, trying to sound bored.
“No, I’m not at all sure that I am finished assaulting you. How come we haven’t done this before?” George arched his pelvis upward gaining some friction on the firming that had begun in his pants.
“Because, Georgie-love, for all your talk and wit, you have a naturally puerile mind.”
“I do not!” George argued, teasing his fingers under the elastic of Lee’s waistband.
“If you pull those down you had better do something a damn sight more exciting to my arse than spank it!”
“Yes, yes, carry on like you don’t like it, Jordan. May I remind you that you’ve stopped struggling?”
He heard Lee attempt to smother a snicker which broke into a shout when George brought his hand down onto bare skin with another crack.
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Title: The Glass Onion
Pairing: George/Lee
Word Count: 1075
Rating: R ish
Warning/AN: Pre-DH, Beta by mrsquizzical and queenb23more
Erm ... spanking? I had to get one more good kink into this thing!
My Table
48. Good
~^~
“So you were quite the nancy over your new niece, weren’t you? Not helping the stereotype there, you know?” Lee teased.
“I know it. I heard you grumbling with Fred about it.”
Lee chuckled and reached up to play with George’s earlobe.
“I wasn’t grumbling. Just having a laugh. The two of you are so different.”
“Just because Fred doesn’t appreciate fatherhood any more than you do,” George said, glancing at Lee out of the corner of his eye. This was a delicate subject that he tried to maneuver around carefully.
“I appreciate fatherhood just fine,” Lee said, pulling his hand down, tensing.
“Well, sure, but perhaps if you’d had -”
“Don’t you have a go at my dad!”
“I’m not!” George swore. Though a rant on the man who was little more than a sperm donor to Lee would be easy to come by.
“Not everyone is lucky enough to have a dad like yours,” Lee stood up.
“I realize that. I won the dad lottery, what can I say? Maybe that’s what makes me appreciate men who stick around for it.”
Lee still sniffed with annoyance and muttered something about changing out of his clothes. He also chose to stomp his way up each step, rather than Apparate like he usually did.
George waved his wand at the wireless to fill the room with sound and picked up the latest WWW catalogue that needed revision.
Just as he was marking page seventeen, Lee sat next to him, stripped down to his boxers and a t-shirt for bed.
“I think you’re right,” Lee said, sitting forward in concentration.
“Of course I am,” George agreed. “… About what, exactly?” He’d already forgotten what they’d been discussing.
“About not having any respect for fatherhood. I never really saw my dad. Once a year on summer holiday, maybe? Maybe that’s why it never occurred to me to be a dad? Well, aside from the other obvious reason.”
George snickered. “Attraction to women does seem to improve a bloke’s chances.”
“Yeah, but you have this underlying thing that makes you desire it. And I don’t have that. You think maybe that’s why we’re attracted to each other?”
“What …? You’ve become terribly introspective in a short amount of time.”
Lee ignored him and continued on with a look of dawning revelation on his face.
“No, it makes sense, see? I desire the father figure I’ve never had and you desire to love someone in a paternal way. Especially considering the likelihood of you actually becoming a father is pretty much nil.”
“So, are you telling me you want me to be your daddy? It’s kinky, mate, but I’m willing to try anything once.”
They snickered together, and George ran his hand up and down Lee’s back.
“Don’t think too hard about why we work. We just do.”
Lee shifted his feet up on the couch and turned sideways lying back in George’s lap. It occurred to him that the way Lee had always had crawled into his lap, burying his face in George’s chest, did rather fit the profile that Lee described.
“You’d be a good dad,” Lee told him, nuzzling his face against George’s torso.
Instead of saying anything, he ran his hand up the back of Lee’s neck, rubbing him softly and went back to reading his catalogue.
“Now I feel childish,” Lee grumbled into George’s chest, sounding disappointed in himself.
“I reckon if anyone here is childish, it’s going to be me!”
The tension eased out of Lee’s shoulders.
“That’s true. You are very immature.”
“You had better mind your tongue, young man, or I’ll turn you over my knee,” George teased in what he perceived to be a ‘fatherly’ voice, without looking away from his reading.
“Yeah, right, Weasley. I was speaking figuratively, not literally.”
“Oh, excuse me?” George lowered the paper in his hand. “I seem to recall you saying something about ‘country boy strong’ once.”
“Whatever,” Lee said dismissively.
“You don’t think I can?”
“I - ”
But Lee didn’t have a chance to voice his protest. George raised his knees, rolling Lee towards him while giving his chest and waist a shove from below so that Lee ended arse up with startled yelp.
“George Weasley, don’t you dare!”
“Oh, my dear fellow, have you learned nothing in all these years?”
Lee tried push against the cushions with his hands to scramble away, but George pulled him closer by the hip and sat up taller. He ran his palm over the soft silk of Lee’s boxers.
“You better not! Now let me up, you great, bloody brute!”
“You’re just begging for some discipline, aren’t you?” George raised his hand and gave Lee’s arse a crisp smack.
Lee yelped far louder than was warranted. “This is not dignified!”
“Oh I think it looks just fine.” George lifted the hem of Lee’s boxers and peeked at rounded curve of his buttock.
“You filthy miscreant! I’m a well-respected member of the community. You can’t do this to me!”
George chuckled. “That’s right. Well-respected member of society.” George gave him another swat. “Who is currently draped over my lap and at my mercy.”
He brought his hand down again, causing Lee to shriek and wriggle. “But after all, you did say that you needed a father figure...”
Two, three, four more strikes landed over Lee’s bottom. None of them terribly hard, in spite of all of Lee’s cursing, but even over the silk, they still made a magnificently loud crack.
George paused, rubbing over the heat now radiating from Lee’s backside.
“Are you quite finished assaulting me now, you pervert?” Lee looked over his shoulder, trying to sound bored.
“No, I’m not at all sure that I am finished assaulting you. How come we haven’t done this before?” George arched his pelvis upward gaining some friction on the firming that had begun in his pants.
“Because, Georgie-love, for all your talk and wit, you have a naturally puerile mind.”
“I do not!” George argued, teasing his fingers under the elastic of Lee’s waistband.
“If you pull those down you had better do something a damn sight more exciting to my arse than spank it!”
“Yes, yes, carry on like you don’t like it, Jordan. May I remind you that you’ve stopped struggling?”
He heard Lee attempt to smother a snicker which broke into a shout when George brought his hand down onto bare skin with another crack.
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