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For my 50_smutlets claim, that belongs in my Within You, Without You universe.
Title: The Glass Onion
Prompt: Mask
Pairing: George/Lee
Word Count: 997
Rating: NC-17
A/N:: Many thanks to kjcp for the smut encouragement!
My Table
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It was nearly 7:00 when George finally heard the front door open. He’d just about given up hope that Lee was going to show up, figuring he must be angry enough that he’d gone to his mum’s after all.
“Hey, mate, you came!” he eagerly said, hauling himself up from the couch.
“Don’t get up, George. Sit.”
He did as he was told, waiting for something, anything to happen. But Lee just paced awkwardly, prolonging the silence.
Thinking he’d break the ice between them, he took a breath to speak.
“- Don’t you try to be funny,” Lee said, holding up his wand.
“But you like me funny.”
Lee huffed and shook his head and spoke, “I’ve been thinking-”
George took breath again, unable to ignore an opening like that, but Lee flicked his wand in warning again.
“-I’ve been thinking, that maybe you need to see other people. I’m the only bloke you’ve been with, and I’m not altogether certain that you really want this life anyway.”
“Not want this life? You think after all the things we’ve done that I’ve been faking it? I haven’t been pretending to be gay, Lee. Haven’t been pretending to like fucking you. Or pretending to love you for that matter.”
George avoided raising his voice but whatever admonishment he’d been expecting, it hadn’t been this.
“I know you aren’t pretending.” Lee sat on the couch with a withered look; his conviction appeared to waver.
George didn’t miss the crack in Lee’s armor and moved in. Sliding off the couch, he knee-walked on the floor in front of Lee.
“Look, I acted rash, today. Utterly fucked up. But I know you love me.”
George bent forward and pressed the top of his head gently against Lee’s stomach, slowly nudging him like an insistent cat.
“You’re right about that.” Lee touched his hair, the first hint of emotion creeping into his voice. “How could you think I’d go around on you behind your back, Georgie? I mean if I haven’t earned your trust yet …”
“It’s not that. But …” He lay his head on Lee’s thigh and talked into his hip. “You don’t want to talk about spending the hols together or getting our own place. … Like you’re keeping your calendar open or something.”
“You’re still wearing a ‘straight mask’ to your family - to Fred even.”
Lee cupped his face with one hand and George turned into it, pressing kisses into the pink palm that he first fell in love with.
“I just need more time,” he whispered.
“George, I’ve been with you longer than I’ve ever been with anyone. I always got out of situations with blokes while the sex was still fun and nothing too serious.”
“Isn’t the sex still fun?”
“Very. … But the serious part.”
“Well then, we can just make up the rest of this relationship stuff as we go. However we want it.”
Lee nodded solemnly. George had supplied a haphazard plan, and as always, Lee would figure out how to make it work.
George stretched up to kiss on underside of his jawbone, making Lee close his eyes with a reluctant whimper.
Biting back a grin, George knew he had him now. He continued to kiss Lee’s neck and inhale the mellow spicy scent of his hair.
“George?”
“Hmm?”
“Are you unbuttoning your trousers?”
“… Yeah.”
Lee chuckled and shook his head. “Get mine too?”
“Absolutely.”
Both of them felt the need to touch and feel and regain what they feared they’d lost. Trousers were pushed past arses, bunching around their knees. Lee lay back while George grasped their cocks together in one hand.
“Don’t ever act like that again,” Lee warned through urgent, open and wet kisses.
“Won’t. Sorry. Yell at me if you want,” George panted, thrusting against his cock with a cheeky grin.
“Yelling won’t work. I do remember Filch suggesting ‘whipping’ a few times.”
“Anything. Just don’t say that name again.”
George heard a devious purr and before he thought about its meaning, Lee had raised hand and smacked his arse, hard.
“Ow, shit,” he gasped and flexed against the sting. “Uh, well, if that’s what you want …”
Lee chuckled, rubbing over the heated pink handprint left behind. “No, Georgie. … I don’t want to hurt you.”
In spite of his words, Lee scraped George’s neck with his teeth, sucking hard enough that a mark would be left in its place.
George squirmed away. To spare his neck from more bruising, he opened his mouth to Lee’s persistent tongue. Hovering over Lee with one forearm supported on the arm of the couch next to Lee’s head and his other hand stroking them together, he could do little else.
“I’d never hurt you, never,” Lee promised. His fingers frantically tore open George’s shirt and sought out his tender, pink nipples, pinching and tugging at them.
“Ah, ow,” George gasped, wanting to stop him, but not daring. Only a moment before he’d felt that he’d somehow ‘won,’ that he’d got away with being a bastard, but he quickly realized it was Lee who owned him.
“Harder, more,” Lee urged him to continue dry stroking them together till he knew his poor cock would feel raw in the morning.
“I love you, I love you, I love you,” Lee swore, in way that felt both like a confession and a threat. He pulled George hard against him with squeezing fingers, leaving crescent fingernail marks on his arse.
George had no breath left for response, and he didn’t have the words anyway. He felt the shiver of pleasure precede his orgasm and he came.
“Fuck yes, my own, beautiful Weasley boy, that’s it, yes!” Lee blathered as his warm seed spilled over with George’s.
“I really am so sorry,” George whispered breathlessly as they lay together. “Don’t wanna lose you.”
The admission was both life affirming and life altering. He knew he wouldn’t be able to keep Lee to himself forever.
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I just adore my little troupe of George/Lee shippers! *smooshes you all*
Title: The Glass Onion
Prompt: Mask
Pairing: George/Lee
Word Count: 997
Rating: NC-17
A/N:: Many thanks to kjcp for the smut encouragement!
My Table
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It was nearly 7:00 when George finally heard the front door open. He’d just about given up hope that Lee was going to show up, figuring he must be angry enough that he’d gone to his mum’s after all.
“Hey, mate, you came!” he eagerly said, hauling himself up from the couch.
“Don’t get up, George. Sit.”
He did as he was told, waiting for something, anything to happen. But Lee just paced awkwardly, prolonging the silence.
Thinking he’d break the ice between them, he took a breath to speak.
“- Don’t you try to be funny,” Lee said, holding up his wand.
“But you like me funny.”
Lee huffed and shook his head and spoke, “I’ve been thinking-”
George took breath again, unable to ignore an opening like that, but Lee flicked his wand in warning again.
“-I’ve been thinking, that maybe you need to see other people. I’m the only bloke you’ve been with, and I’m not altogether certain that you really want this life anyway.”
“Not want this life? You think after all the things we’ve done that I’ve been faking it? I haven’t been pretending to be gay, Lee. Haven’t been pretending to like fucking you. Or pretending to love you for that matter.”
George avoided raising his voice but whatever admonishment he’d been expecting, it hadn’t been this.
“I know you aren’t pretending.” Lee sat on the couch with a withered look; his conviction appeared to waver.
George didn’t miss the crack in Lee’s armor and moved in. Sliding off the couch, he knee-walked on the floor in front of Lee.
“Look, I acted rash, today. Utterly fucked up. But I know you love me.”
George bent forward and pressed the top of his head gently against Lee’s stomach, slowly nudging him like an insistent cat.
“You’re right about that.” Lee touched his hair, the first hint of emotion creeping into his voice. “How could you think I’d go around on you behind your back, Georgie? I mean if I haven’t earned your trust yet …”
“It’s not that. But …” He lay his head on Lee’s thigh and talked into his hip. “You don’t want to talk about spending the hols together or getting our own place. … Like you’re keeping your calendar open or something.”
“You’re still wearing a ‘straight mask’ to your family - to Fred even.”
Lee cupped his face with one hand and George turned into it, pressing kisses into the pink palm that he first fell in love with.
“I just need more time,” he whispered.
“George, I’ve been with you longer than I’ve ever been with anyone. I always got out of situations with blokes while the sex was still fun and nothing too serious.”
“Isn’t the sex still fun?”
“Very. … But the serious part.”
“Well then, we can just make up the rest of this relationship stuff as we go. However we want it.”
Lee nodded solemnly. George had supplied a haphazard plan, and as always, Lee would figure out how to make it work.
George stretched up to kiss on underside of his jawbone, making Lee close his eyes with a reluctant whimper.
Biting back a grin, George knew he had him now. He continued to kiss Lee’s neck and inhale the mellow spicy scent of his hair.
“George?”
“Hmm?”
“Are you unbuttoning your trousers?”
“… Yeah.”
Lee chuckled and shook his head. “Get mine too?”
“Absolutely.”
Both of them felt the need to touch and feel and regain what they feared they’d lost. Trousers were pushed past arses, bunching around their knees. Lee lay back while George grasped their cocks together in one hand.
“Don’t ever act like that again,” Lee warned through urgent, open and wet kisses.
“Won’t. Sorry. Yell at me if you want,” George panted, thrusting against his cock with a cheeky grin.
“Yelling won’t work. I do remember Filch suggesting ‘whipping’ a few times.”
“Anything. Just don’t say that name again.”
George heard a devious purr and before he thought about its meaning, Lee had raised hand and smacked his arse, hard.
“Ow, shit,” he gasped and flexed against the sting. “Uh, well, if that’s what you want …”
Lee chuckled, rubbing over the heated pink handprint left behind. “No, Georgie. … I don’t want to hurt you.”
In spite of his words, Lee scraped George’s neck with his teeth, sucking hard enough that a mark would be left in its place.
George squirmed away. To spare his neck from more bruising, he opened his mouth to Lee’s persistent tongue. Hovering over Lee with one forearm supported on the arm of the couch next to Lee’s head and his other hand stroking them together, he could do little else.
“I’d never hurt you, never,” Lee promised. His fingers frantically tore open George’s shirt and sought out his tender, pink nipples, pinching and tugging at them.
“Ah, ow,” George gasped, wanting to stop him, but not daring. Only a moment before he’d felt that he’d somehow ‘won,’ that he’d got away with being a bastard, but he quickly realized it was Lee who owned him.
“Harder, more,” Lee urged him to continue dry stroking them together till he knew his poor cock would feel raw in the morning.
“I love you, I love you, I love you,” Lee swore, in way that felt both like a confession and a threat. He pulled George hard against him with squeezing fingers, leaving crescent fingernail marks on his arse.
George had no breath left for response, and he didn’t have the words anyway. He felt the shiver of pleasure precede his orgasm and he came.
“Fuck yes, my own, beautiful Weasley boy, that’s it, yes!” Lee blathered as his warm seed spilled over with George’s.
“I really am so sorry,” George whispered breathlessly as they lay together. “Don’t wanna lose you.”
The admission was both life affirming and life altering. He knew he wouldn’t be able to keep Lee to himself forever.
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I just adore my little troupe of George/Lee shippers! *smooshes you all*