Narcissists: Chapter 3
Title:Narcissists
Pairing:Fred/George
Genre: Angst, Romance
Adult Content:NC-17(this chapter)
Length: 3/?
Summary: What do you call yourself when you fall in love with your reflection?
Disclaimer:I don't own any of these characters, places, yada, yada, yada. The almighty J.K. Rowling does. I just like playing with them. Of course this isn't a library so I can't promise they will come back in good condition. Sadly I also make no profit off this. I do it for fun.
!ADULT CONTENT CHAPTER!
Author’s Note:
Ah, the first smut of my story. Enjoy darlings. Also, sorry this chapter is so short. Chapters 3 & 4 were originally going to be one chapter, but it just felt wrong to lump the smut in with the rest of the chapter.
Fred’s POV:
I slide my pajamas over my hips and my hard cock bounces free of its cotton confines. I hiss as I close my eyes and wrap my hand around myself. My hand slides up and down as I bring images of a wet George to mind. I bite my lip as I remember how soft and creamy his skin looked. I’d wanted to run my hands over every inch of him so badly. Is he that smooth everywhere? I’d use the freckles spattered all over the lovely expanse of his chest to play connect the dots with my tongue. I loved the way his collarbones jutted out and begged for me to mark them and claim him as mine. I thrust into my hand and think of his lips next. God, how badly I wanted to kiss them until they were red and swollen. I wanted to kiss him up to the point where he couldn’t breathe and he had to breathe me in to survive. I pumped my hand up and down faster as I finally thought of the water that had dripped down his body. That lucky water that got to run down his body, over his hips, and underneath that towel. I was was terribly jealous of those water droplets. Imagine being jealous of water droplets? Well, I was. I could picture the droplets in my mind as they slid under the material, along the valleys made by his muscles, through those dense curls, before resting on the skin right beside his cock.
George’s POV:
I let the towel drop to the floor as I grab my half-hard cock and close my fingers around it. I moan from the contact and the first thing I think about are Fred’s eyes on me. What I really think about is the heat in them. I don’t want to believe it was my imagination. I want to think that it was really there and that it was for me. The desire that I imagined burned in them sizzles along my skin as I grip myself and stroke up and down. I remember how his eyes traveled down my body and goose-flesh rises on my skin. I think about how he looked like he wanted to eat me. I would’ve gladly let him too. I imagine Fred coming over to me instead of just standing there. I picture him kissing me slow and deep and stroking my face with one hand while his other strokes along my back. I ache for the tenderness I imagine in his touch. The softness I want from his wandering fingers and hands. Letting my mind mind drift I come across even darker fantasies. I hiss and stroke faster when I settle on a image of us panting and tangled together. Sliding against each other, slicked with sweat and moaning each other’s names. I imagine his breath at my neck and him whispering in my ear. I shiver when I pretend I can feel his mouth on my neck and I stare at his face and see the same heat in his eyes that I imagined earlier.
Fred and George’s POV:
I gasp as I feel every nerve in my body tighten. His face dances before my eyes right before I almost black out. I cry out, spasm, and cum all over my hand and the floor in pearly strands. I stand there letting my breathing slow while watching the mess cool. I drop my face into my hand and start to sob as I let the remnants of my brother’s name slip from my lips.