The Confession
Title: The Confession
Character: George
Rating: R
Warnings: Infidelity. Angst. *snicker* Oh, fine. Crack!
Notes: This is a Cracky Wankdrabble sequel to tania_sings's glorious work entitled My Love, I Have Strayed. It will make absolutely no sense unless you've read that first.
Thirty seconds ticked by before George felt the pangs in his chest. The guilt was already starting to gnaw at him. He had been unfaithful to the one who had been there for him through everything: his first Muggle porn mag, hidden by his father in the garage. His first dirty dream. His first unfathomable Quidditch changing-room erection. This betrayal would eat him alive!
There was only one way to make it right.
George had to confess.
Wistfully, regretfully, he slid each finger between his lips and licked it clean. He knew that this had to be the first time and the last, and he wanted to hold on to it for as long as he could.
Finally, when there was not one drop of come left, he pressed a tender kiss into the palm. “This can never be,” he murmured softly, “but promise you’ll never forget.” He sighed, knowing he would never get the response he so desired.
George bit his lip. Tears were prickling behind his eyes, but he fought them back valiantly. He was a Gryffindor, wasn’t he? He had to be brave.
He withdrew his right hand from beneath his bare bottom. It felt numb and tingly, as though somehow it knew and was bracing itself for the blow. The knuckles were red and angry looking.
Shaking slightly, George lifted his hand. “There’s someone else,” he whispered.
Character: George
Rating: R
Warnings: Infidelity. Angst. *snicker* Oh, fine. Crack!
Notes: This is a Cracky Wankdrabble sequel to tania_sings's glorious work entitled My Love, I Have Strayed. It will make absolutely no sense unless you've read that first.
Thirty seconds ticked by before George felt the pangs in his chest. The guilt was already starting to gnaw at him. He had been unfaithful to the one who had been there for him through everything: his first Muggle porn mag, hidden by his father in the garage. His first dirty dream. His first unfathomable Quidditch changing-room erection. This betrayal would eat him alive!
There was only one way to make it right.
George had to confess.
Wistfully, regretfully, he slid each finger between his lips and licked it clean. He knew that this had to be the first time and the last, and he wanted to hold on to it for as long as he could.
Finally, when there was not one drop of come left, he pressed a tender kiss into the palm. “This can never be,” he murmured softly, “but promise you’ll never forget.” He sighed, knowing he would never get the response he so desired.
George bit his lip. Tears were prickling behind his eyes, but he fought them back valiantly. He was a Gryffindor, wasn’t he? He had to be brave.
He withdrew his right hand from beneath his bare bottom. It felt numb and tingly, as though somehow it knew and was bracing itself for the blow. The knuckles were red and angry looking.
Shaking slightly, George lifted his hand. “There’s someone else,” he whispered.