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Experimenting

November 14th, 2007 (07:42 pm)

Title: Experimenting
Pairing: Fred/George
Rating: R or N-17, you pick
Summary: Set back in the days where Fred and George are still in the process of manufacturing their merchandise. This has been expanded into a longer fic which will be posted shortly.
Disclaimer: I am but a humble fangirl who owns nothing but a dirty mind and a laptop. And that is all I will ever need.

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“So what else do we have?” Fred yawned, stretching his arms over his head. George was bent over beside him, hunting through a large and very cluttered box, which was stuffed with the kind of objects that you just didnt see every day. There were black hats adorned with fluffy pink feathers, plastic-looking wands that jumped and twitched when Georges hand drifted near, and various, slightly sinister-looking lollies, one of which George now retrieved to show his twin, who was stretched out lazily atop his bed.

“Blood-Blister Pods.” George grinned, standing up and holding up a brightly wrapped sweet. “Take one and-”

“You come up in blood blisters.” Fred concluded, nodding knowledgeably. “Nice one.” Fred took the sweet and held it up to the light as though checking for a watermark. “Does it work?”

George shrugged. “Dunno. Haven’t tested it yet.”

“Well then,” Fred grinned and tossed the lolly back to George. “No time like the present, is there?”

George laughed and unwrapped the sweet. Fred raised his eyebrows and propped his hands behind his head as George popped the sweet into his mouth and beamed expectantly.

At first… nothing.

Then…

…more nothing.

Nothing happened.

“Maybe it takes time?” Suggested Fred, frowning thoughtfully. George raised his arms in front of him and turned them over, as though trying to spot little red dots forming in between the sprinklings of ginger.

“It should be doing SOMETHING though…” George muttered, shaking his head. “I made them using blood-replenishing principles, and I used a charm to direct the blood-flow. There’s no way it could just do NOTHING. I don’t understand-” George stopped, his eyes popping wide suddenly as though he had just been struck in the back of the head by a heavy object.

Fred sat up, alarmed. “George? George, you alright, mate?”

George didn’t say anything, just stared straight ahead, opening and closing his mouth like a horrified goldfish. Then, slowly, as though he dreaded what he might see, George looked down his body. Fred followed George gaze until he was staring at his twins waist.

Fred burst out laughing.

“Oh my god, George, oh my god!” Fred shook his head and collapsed back onto his bed, covering his face with his hands and shaking with mirth. George turned scarlet and watched as his cock continued to rise under his trousers, getting harder and harder, until it was straining at full attention.

Fucking, buggering hell.

“It’s not meant to do that! The blood flow is meant to go… it’s meant to… IT’S SUPPOSED TO CAUSE BLOOD BLISTERS! ” George babbled, flushing furiously and clutching at his crotch, trying to push it into submission. This did nothing to help matters; he only jumped and gave an unconscious thrust at the touch to his sensitive skin. Fred roared with laughter and fell off the bed and out of sight.

“We need to fix this…” George ran a hand through his hair, staring at his tented crotch.

“No!” Fred gasped, re-emerging and clawing his way back onto the bed. “No we bloody well don’t. Leave the sweets like they are! Fuck the Blood-Blister Pods, George, you’ve invented the ultimate prank- Cock-Rock Candy!” Fred threw his head back and belted out gales of dirty laughter.

“I mean fix THIS! It’s not going down!” George gestured towards the bulge in his trousers. The swelling sensation was steadily increasing and George jerked his hips in involuntary response. “Fred, I think its getting worse…” He moaned, thrusting again into thin air. Fred ignored him, still helpless with laughter.

“No… no, you know what you’ve gone and done, George?” Fred wheezed, propping himself onto his elbow and holding his side. “You’ve gone and bloody invented WIZARDING VIAGRA!” Fred howled, screwing his face up into an expression close to pain. George wore a similar expression himself as he felt his groin getting warmer and warmer with involuntary arousal.

“Yeah, orright, very bloody amusing, but what the hell am I meant to do about it?” George hissed as his cock swelled further with no encouragement whatsoever. Fred rolled his eyes and raised an eyebrow at his brother.

“What do you mean ‘what are you meant to do about it’? Have you not had that thing for years? Do you need an instruction manual?”

Even in front of his own twin and in his current state, George blushed at talking about masturbation. “I’m not going to do that…” George muttered, then moaned as his cock throbbed under its magical influence.

Fred smirked. “I don’t think it’s up to you, mate.” He snickered as George doubled over, trying to keep his hands from wandering into his groin. He was so hard by now, harder than he’d ever felt before and all he wanted was release… George had a feeling if he so much as touched himself, even through his trousers, he would be coming harder that he had ever come in his life and the thought scared him a little. He knew it would be unavoidable- his cock just kept getting harder and more sensitive, swelling like a balloon yearning to burst. George screwed his hands into fists and broke out in a sweat as his balls started to tighten.

“Tell you what.” Fred snapped his fingers as though a brilliant idea had struck him. “I’ll fetch Mum, she’s brilliant with magical medical mishaps, we’ll see what she can make of it!” Fred hopped off the bed and got as far as two steps before a large weight tackled his middle, sending him crashing to the floor. Fred smirked and flipped over onto his back and found himself face-to-face with George who was red, sweating, and looking utterly mad.

“Don’t… you… dare…” panted George, planting his knees on either side of Fred’s body and pinning his arms above his head. Still giggling, Fred struggled against George and George pushed his weight onto Fred’s wrists. Hard. Fred yelped and stopped laughing. That had hurt. George didn’t seem to care- he looked livid, wild, his pupils were blown and his eyes were unfocussed. George’s cock was straining so hard, it was almost painful, and he tightened his grip on Fred’s wrists again to relieve some tension. Fred made a loud, pained noise and George growled. “George, what-” Fred stopped and his eyes went wide as George lowered his hips until his hard-on was pressing into Fred’s belly. George took a deep-shuddering breath and pushed his hips into Fred, rubbing his swollen crotch against his twin. George was bright red, his hair matted with sweat and his face twisted into a hungry snarl as his hands grew tighter around Fred’s wrists, eliciting more pained yells and groans. George stopped and stiffened, trembling violently with his eyes screwed shut and Fred knew he was coming. With a final grunt, George released Fred’s wrists and collapsed on top of him.

They lay in silence for a few moments. Fred could feel Georges erection finally deflating against his thigh. When it was down, George pushed himself up against Fred’s body and stared down at his twin.

“Um…”

“Did…?”

“…yeah…”

“Right.”

“Sorry…”

“No sweat.”

“Fred?”

“Yeah?”

“…you’re hard.”

Fred bit lip then shrugged. “You’re one to talk.” He smirked, opening his legs a bit and waggling his eyebrows. George let out an exhausted chuckle.

“I reckon I should probably fix those Blister Pods at any rate.” He muttered, wincing and rubbing his crotch.

Fred shrugged again and played with a bit of George’s hair. “If you want. In the meantime, I’ve got another invention I’d like you to try.” Fred brushed his hard-on against George’s hips. George raised an eyebrow and moved his hand around Fred so he could caress his arse. “Oh yeah? What invention’s this, Fred?”

Fred smirked, looked at George’s mouth and licked his lips. “I call it ‘Ton-Tongue Toffee’.”

Comments

Posted by: dazzledoom (dazzledoom)
Posted at: March 17th, 2009 04:31 am (UTC)

I think I've read this before...

Its fit as fuck!!

nom nom nom weasleycest ^_^

Posted by: k8 matty (k8matty)
Posted at: March 17th, 2009 11:06 am (UTC)

MmmmmmmWeasleys...

*sigh* I'm a very perverted fangirl and I'm certainly going to Special hell. But it looks like I'll have company at least. Ray!

Posted by: dazzledoom (dazzledoom)
Posted at: March 17th, 2009 12:50 pm (UTC)

Oh you'll DEFINITELY have company alright.

I've been destined for that special hell for YEARS now.

And GOD am I looking forward to it ;)

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