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Loose Lips

September 11th, 2007 (11:49 pm)

Title: Loose Lips
Pairing: Fred/George, (others)
Rating: N-17
Warnings: Angst, Rimming, VERY LONG lol
Disclaimer: *thinks to self* you know, even if I did say I didnt own anything, I could still get sued. So why bother? To Hell with it. Fred and George are mine to do with what please :-P
Authors Note: Sorry this took so long to post! I'm sure many of you are aware of the Great Laptop Explosion, which is why this has taken donkeys years to post. But I hope I made up for it with like ten pages of smut lol xxx

Earlier Parts
Part One
Part Two
Part Three


Attention Students
A reminder that the weekend coming has scheduled a visit to the local village of Hogsmeade.

Students are reminded that ONLY students THIRD YEARS AND UP and ONLY those with signed notices from a PARENT or GUARDIAN may attend.

Those attending will do well to ensure that they remain on their BEST BEHAVIOUR.

Students are permitted to make purchases from Hogsmeade, PROVIDING they do not violate the terms and conditions set by Mr Filch regarding banned items. The list follows as such…

George grinned when he saw the Hogsmeade notice on the Gryffindor notice board. He had always relished the opportunity to get out into the village streets with Fred, stop by Zonko’s and grab a butterbeer. Now, Hogsmeade trips would be all the more enjoyable.

Particularly if they didn’t go.

“All right!” A familiar voice enthused, clapping George on the shoulder. “Hogsmeade! Excellent!”

“It is.” George agreed, turning to face his twin with an innocent smile. “All the students enjoying the fresh air… out for the day… the place’ll be pretty much empty for the first time in ages” George pressed forwards as far as he dared in the crowded common room, letting his innocent expression melt away into one of wicked lust. Fred bit his lip and darted his eyes about the room nervously.

George rolled his eyes in exasperation, but he too had a quick shufti to make sure no one had noticed his brief flirtation. He peered over Fred’s shoulder and noticed Ron, glancing furtively over every now and then and blushing slightly. Ron flushed even darker when he realised he’d been caught staring, and George felt a twinge of unease. Was Ron still angry and disgusted with the twins newfound relationship?

George raised his hand, hesitated, then waved tentatively at his little brother from across the room. He almost sighed in relief when Ron returned the wave with the tiniest hint of a smile before sidling off towards the dormitories.

“Who’re you waving to?” Fred frowned and twisted around, grinning as he caught sight of his retreating brother.

“He’s really coming around, isn’t he?” Fred muttered to George as Ron’s tatty maroon slippers disappeared up the spiral staircase. George nodded in agreement.

“I don’t think he likes it much, or understands it.” George sighed, itching to reach out and take Fred’s hand. “But he’s trying, I’ll give him that much.” George gave a half-hearted smile, which quickly transformed into a smirk as he leant against the wall and seductively regarded his twin. “So… you’re not busy this weekend are you?” he asked, fluttering his lashes, onlookers be damned.

“Yeah. Hogsmeade trip.” Fred replied, raising his eyebrows as though surprised.

“What?” George squawked, yanking himself away from the wall indignantly “Fred! The castle will be empty, you twat! The. Castle. Will. Be. Empty.” George spoke slowly and deliberately in case Fred was missing the vital point.

Fred snorted and leaned in close to Georges ear. “I’m very well aware, dear brother, but I do believe we have some very important shopping to take care of beforehand.”

George shivered and nodded hastily. Since running out of Ginny’s moisturiser, they still hadn’t gotten any decent lube. It had not deterred them from their activities – they had been instead experimenting with a variety of different goops. It was not a permanent solution, however. People were starting to wonder why the twins kept stealing butter at mealtimes, and they were almost out of shampoo. George found it oddly unnerving to find that Fred’s arse was starting to smell like the top of his head, and that his cock was starting to develop a greasy quality, much like an unwashed frying pan. Ew.

“Fine.” George said breathily, colour rising in his cheeks. “But we come back here early, right?”

Fred smirked and licked his lower lip. If they had been alone, George was sure Fred would be kissing him now.



Harry, Ron and Hermione didn’t feel much like going to Hogsmeade either. Hermione had brightly suggested spending the day in the library, but Ron had feigned a headache and instead chose to stay behind, alone in Gryffindor tower. Ron lay, spread eagled on his bed, appreciating the sounds of silence and just thinking.

Mostly about Fred and George.

About the two of them tangled in each other, losing themselves in each other.

About their admission to him, their declared love for one another.

And then he thought about Ginny, and what he had said to her in the broom closet.

About the spark of outrage in her eyes, her chest heaving with indignation.

Sometimes, just thinking about her chest heaving was enough…

And then Ron would get this sick, guilty feeling that comes from thinking about your siblings like that, and before Ron knew it, he would be back to thinking about Fred and George, wondering if he was right to accept it, or even if he had accepted it at all…

Fuck, the whole thing was bloody confusing.

For the umpteenth time, Ron tried to bring about some resolve by debating the issue with himself.

They’re brothers. Ron began the argument with the obvious.

They love each other, Ron argued back, again with the obvious.

They’re not meant to. Not like that. Ron cunningly bought in the moral standards to support his case.

Says who though? Ron frowned as he considered the moral dilemma.

Can you think of one person who’d condone it? Ron racked his brains and doubted very much anyone else being as understanding as he was trying to be.

They cant help being related. What if they cant help loving each other? Ron wondered if anyone could truly decide who they fell inlove with.

What if they did that to you?

Ron smirked grimly to himself at the idea of the two of his brothers coming on to him.


Flirting with him.

…Ha. Yeah right. Like that’d happen.

Kissing him…

Oh… Ron hadn’t realised he’d made the noise of surprise out loud.

Touching him…

Ron sat bolt upright in bed. Absolutely not. That’s were he drew the line. Thinking was all well and good, but it was clear he had been on his own too long and his mind was venturing into places that Ron certainly did not want it to go.

Making up his mind, Ron heaved himself out of bed and pulled on the ugliest, most maroon Weasley jumper he owned, resolving to spend the rest of the day talking to Harry about quidditch and talking to Hermione about essays. He’d even talk to Neville about flipping Mimbulus Mimbletonia if he had to, but spending a day thinking about incest was no longer on the agenda.

Ron descended the staircase and stopped halfway down.

Noises were coming from the common room.

Gasping, breathy noises.

Wary of what had happened the last time he had been in this situation, Ron cleared his throat loudly, stomped his feet a few times, and generally made as much noise as was possible before descending the final stairs.

The breathy noise abruptly stopped and Ron coughed again tentatively before stepping into the common room. Where he had expected to see Fred and George, he saw only Ginny, red-eyed and alone, on the red leather sofa. Ron realised with a pang what the breathy noises had been, and just as he thought it, Ginny gave a hearty sniff.

“Oh. Hey Ginny.” Ron said tentatively, trying to ignore various conflicting sensations in his gut. “Why aren’t you in Hogsmeade?”

Ginny looked up as if to answer, but seemed only to choke, bite her lip and shake her head. A couple of strands fell out of her ponytail and into her face, sticking to the tracks of moisture on her blushing cheek.

Ron hesitated awkwardly, then made his way over and sat down beside her. He brushed her hair back out of her face, marvelling at how it slipped easily through his fingers like satin.

“What’s wrong, Gin?” he asked, his voice soft, but firm. He had to know what was causing his sister such distress.

Ginny opened her mouth, closed it, then spoke in a serious voice that shook “Ron I have to ask… are Fred and George… I mean… are they seriously… are they f-” Ginny took a shuddering gaps, clapped a hand to her mouth and started shaking with a whole new wave of tears. Ron felt his heart sink as he realised the words Ginny couldn’t speak.

“Gin, if this is about what I asked you the other day-”

“Oh God!” Ginny turned suddenly to face him, eyes bright and beseeching. “Yes! Please, Ron, I’ve been wanting to talk to you for days!” Ginny seized Ron’s hand and Ron was startled by the jolt that came from the touch of her fingers. “I heard them say it, Ron, I heard them the other day, when the three of you were talking! I’m so sorry I didn’t believe you, but how could I? How could I believe something so… oh god, but I swear Ron, I’m not doing anything with them…”

“I know, I know.” Ron hastily assured his sister who nodded frantically and went on.

“Oh, fuck this is really happening, isn’t it? Oh God, what would Mum and Dad say?”

“Shit, you didn't tell them did you?” Ron asked a little too sharply. Ginny shook her head violently at the suggestion.

“It’d kill them.” Ginny said seriously. “I mean, first Percy and now this? Ron, we cant tell anyone!

Ron breathed a sigh of relief. “No, we can’t.” he agreed, shuddering at the idea of Harry and Hermione finding out. Ginny sniffed and leaned sideways.

Into Ron’s chest.

Ron took a sudden, shuddering breath and raised his arm above his head to make room for her, and was then faced with the dilemma of what to do with it now. He settled for draping the arm across her back, in what he told himself was a big-brotherly embrace, despite his body’s protests.

“Ron, what are we going to do?” Ginny whispered desperately, stirring Ron away from this thoughts of just how warm and small Ginny was, and how perfectly she fit just under his arm.

“D-do?” Ron asked, caught off-guard as his brain unhelpfully supplied him with a list of things he certainly wouldn’t mind doing with Ginny. His cock twitched at a few ideas in particular, and Ron suddenly hoped Ginny wouldn’t be overcome with an urge to look into his lap.

“Yes, do!” Ginny snapped, looking up at Ron, but staying against his chest. “What, you think we’re going to sit back and let our brothers shag each other?” Ginny’s eyes, which had been red and puffy mere minutes ago, were now wide and demanding, practically flashing with determination. Ron swallowed.

“Look, Gin, I’m not saying you shouldn’t be upset about this, I know you’re reacting exactly the same way I did… but what the hell can we do?”

Ginny’s eyes bugged out of her head a little in disbelief. “How about… putting a stop to it?!

“How?” Ron demanded. Why? his brain added of its own accord.

“Talk to them. Convince them to stop!” Ginny urged. Ron shook his head - part in refusal, part in hopelessness.

“Why would they listen to me? Why can’t you do it?”

“They can’t know that I know.” Ginny explained, almost to herself as much as Ron. “The less people they think know, the better. Then, they can just go back to normal and pretend the whole thing never happened.” She nodded, satisfied.

Ron took a deep breath, knowing Ginny wouldn’t like what he was about to say.

“Gin…” At that horribly timed moment, the portrait hole swung open and Fred and George fell through, laughing loudly and hitting each other.

“Ow! Git! That hurt!” George snatched a small scarlet bag from Fred’s hand and held it safely out of reach. George was carrying box of Honeydukes sweets, and Fred held a paper bag loaded with Zonko’s merchandise, but the little scarlet sack had no label whatsoever.

“Hey you two.” Ginny called, and Ron was taken aback. Her tone was so casual and bright, you would never have known that just minutes ago, she had been crying her eyes out, fretting over the kind of activities they got up to in private. Ron’s brain, which he felt had already betrayed him enough for one day, then supplied Ron with a list of activities that Fred and George might, in fact, get up to in private.

Hey you two, yourselves.” Fred replied, making half-hearted attempts to reclaim
the scarlet bag.

“What are you doing back so early?” Ginny asked innocently, but Ron felt her stiffen against his body. Ron swallowed as certain parts of his own body stiffened considerably.

Fred and George exchanged a glance, and Ron wanted to slap his palm to his forehead. Could they be any more obvious?

“Did all the shopping we needed to do.” Fred shrugged, finally heading towards the boys staircase.

“Right.” George agreed, following. “We’ll catch you two later, yeah?” he called back over his shoulder. The footsteps gradually sped up to a full jog as the twins ascended the stairs. Ron looked back at Ginny, and started when he realized her face had gone chalk white.

“They just… they didn’t even… they weren’t even ashamed they just lied and…” she looked quite shocked. Ron patted her sympathetically, trying to keep his mind from wandering up the stairs to join the twins, and focussing on comforting his shaking sister.

“Promise me, Ron.” She begged in a tiny voice. “Promise me you’ll help me stop them.” Ron grit his teeth. He didn’t want to promise that. But he didn’t want to say no to Ginny either.

“I cant… I wont…” Ginny’s voice wavered, threatening to break, “I wont let my brothers become…” Ginny’s face crumbled and finally, she began to sob.

Ron’s heart broke. Throwing away any and all other thoughts on the twins, and on the love he was beginning to recognize, Ron drew his sister close to him, stroking her hair soothingly and whispering in her ear.

“Shh, its okay… I’ll help you, Gin… I’ll help you…”


Fred tackled George to the bed, pinning his knees on either side of his body and reaching determinedly for the little scarlet bag.

“Give it!” Fred shouted like a petulant child. “George!” Fred leaned forwards as far as he could, unintentionally bringing his long, lean torso flush with that of his delighted twin.

“I payed for it!” George crowed, “Therefore, I get first dibs!” George, in fact, cared very little about hording their new lubricant, but he was enjoying the way Fred had stretched out atop him in attempt to snatch it.

“You wanted to pay! You insisted!” Fred seized George’s wrist in a vice-like grip and scrabbled at Georges clenched fist in an attempt to get him to relinquish the scarlet sack.

“Yes, I did.” George smirked, tossing the little bag on the bedside table, “And now, I’m insisting on this.” Without warning, George seized Fred by the hips, pushed him sideways onto the bed and rolled on top of him. Before Fred could protest, George scrambled into the V of Fred’s legs and pressed their clothed hips together.

Fred, caught off guard with both the surprise of the attack and the unexpected (though not unwelcome) hard length pressing into his own flaccid organs, merely gasped and groaned, forgetting all about the lube as he felt his prick quickly inflate with heated blood.

“Oh yes,” George groaned with satisfaction as he felt Fred’s cock harden under his constant movement. His head quickly became dizzy as his head flooded with visions of that cock, the cock he fucking lived for, becoming stiff and red and rigid… and oh fuck, it was probably even leaking a little by now, George could tell, probably straining and leaking and staining Fred’s underwear…

“Fuck!” George exclaimed, bucking forwards unintentionally. Merlin, how could mere thoughts and imaginings do this to him?

“God yes!” Fred groaned, pressing his hips up in response, his entire body flushing and tingling with lust. George was always so sincere and expressive with his desire, and it was enough to drive anyone mad. Fred could always tell what thoughts were flitting through the mind of his twin – it was a part of the connection they had always shared. Fred especially loved the unconscious ways Georges face and body responded to those thoughts, the way George stared at him in class, wanton desire written all over his face, the way George gave in equal the pleasure he received from Fred…

They were perfect for each other, Fred realised with a jolt too intense to be merely carnal. Their love and connection was something greater than any base desire of the flesh. It was something Fred already knew, of course, but to realise his love with such clarity, in a moment where physical distraction was prominent (very prominent, Fred corrected, as Georges cock stroked firmly along his groin) was so intense it was almost frightening. Fred gasped and groaned and writhed under his twin as the sensations and emotions welled up inside of him, threatening to explode. “Fuck, I… oh God, I fucking love you!” Fred whimpered as a wave of tingles overtook his body with the power of those words.

George smiled gently down at Fred as he rubbed their clothed cocks together, enjoying the way he felt Fred respond through layers of fabric, the way their pricks practically threw themselves against the restrictive clothing so that they might be joined, skin on skin. George closed with eyes with a stifled moan and gave a light thrust into his brothers spread legs. When George re-opened his eyes, they were hazy, out of focus and wet.

“This is the first thing we ever did together.” He whispered, his cheeky smile belaying the tenderness with which he spoke. George stroked the side of Fred’s face lightly, before leaning down to steal a kiss as he kept up the rough, dry friction. Fred whimpered softly as he remembered their first night together, playing over in his head every sensual act performed.

Fred bucked up with his hips, catching George by surprise and making him groan and tangle his fingers in the bedsheets.

“We went through quite a lot of firsts that night, if I recall.” Fred hissed, bucking up with his hips, catching George by surprise, making him groan and seize another handful of crisp white sheet. Fred smiled and raised his head high enough to lick around Georges ear.

George felt the wet roughness caress the sensitive skin and was suddenly struck with the memory of that tongue on a different part of his anatomy. George felt himself twitch and let out a barely contained noise that sounded a lot like ‘nngarrh!’

Fred, pleased with this reaction, went on. “Still a lot of firsts to get through though, aren’t there?” Fred whispered, locking his legs around his brothers waist and drawing him closer. George panted and ground desperately between Fred’s thighs, the material of their pants starting to heat considerably under the continuous friction.

“Yeah… firsts…” George repeated foggily as some of the blood in his groin generously donated itself into re-awakening George’s brain. He swallowed and forced himself to slow down. “Actually… there’s something… I don't know if you’ll be up for it, but… it’s something we haven’t tried-”

“Another first?” Fred muttered with a sultry expression, and George groaned helplessly at the tone. Fuck, did Fred have any idea how arousing his voice was?

“Yeah. I mean, only if you want to. It’s kind of… I don't know… it was just this thought…”

“And what, George, is this thought you’ve been so naughtily keeping from your own dear twin?” Fred lowered his voice an octave and assumed a stern expression. George bit his lip and shuddered as his arousal flared: Focus… he told himself, fighting the almost overwhelming urge to simply fling himself forwards and ravish Fred’s body.

“What have you been doing with this thought I might add?” Fred continued as he snaked a hand under Georges shirt and played with one of George’s nipples. George made an odd noise between a growl and a groan and squeezed his eyes shut determinedly, opening his mouth, but failing miserably to form anything that might pass as an example of the English language.

Fred smirked as he was caught unexpectedly by a flash of déjà vu: two thirteen year old boys, roughhousing on their bedroom floor, one chanting insults and obscenities at the top of his voice, the other turning redder and redder with embarrassment and arousal. Ah yes, Fred remembered that day well, and his expression became one of pure wickedness as he calculated his next move.

“If I didn’t know better, brother mine, I’d say this thought has been thoroughly explored by the filthy, wretched workings of your perverted, depraved little mind.” Fred drawled in an accusatory whisper, licking his lips in appreciation and stretching luxuriously so as to press their groins even closer together. George moaned and jerked his hips hard with a heartfelt “Bloody hell!”

“Don’t think I don’t know you have these thoughts dear Georgie.” Fred hissed, delighting in the desperate moans that escaped George with every promising roll of Fred’s hips. “I hear you having these thoughts every night, when you toddle off to your own bed. I often fall asleep to the sound of your thinking, did you know that? Sometimes I even have a quick think of my own…”

“Oh God, Fred…” George panted roughly, letting his glistening forehead drop against Fred’s white school shirt. “Stop, or I’m gonna fucking come you sexy fucking bastard…” and despite Georges cock shamelessly cheering the idea on, George didn’t want to lose control, not yet. George sucked in a sobering lungful of air and assaulted Fred’s nipple in an attempt to shut him up. For a minute at least.

“I bet you will. Filthy creature…” Fred crooned, stroking Georges hair while George sucked and bit frantically at his nipple through the thin white fabric. Fred hissed as he felt the wet patch spread over his chest, sticking to his heated skin and dampening his chest hair. “Mmm, that’s it, suck just like that, you dirty-”

George groaned and fisted the bedsheets again, wishing Fred would stop saying such kinky things while he was trying (for once) to be serious.

“But come, Georgie. Don’t keep me in suspense. Do share with me your thoughts” Fred squeezed his thighs around Georges waist as he said it, eliciting a sudden yelp against his nipple and a strong jerk of Georges cock. George grit his teeth and took a moment to collect himself, before looking down at the horny smile playing across Fred’s face.

“Right… okay.” George took a deep shuddering breath. “You ever… you ever heard about…” George faltered.

“Spit it out, George.” Fred urged. His cock was hard and aching, and while the teasing had been nice, he was eager to proceed to an activity that involve a lot more action and a lot less clothing.

“Rimming.” George blurted, turning red as he said it. “You ever heard about rimming?”

Fred’s eager expression faltered and Georges stomach swooped. Oh God, was Fred completely grossed out?

“You know what rimming is, right?” George whispered, hoping Fred already knew so he wouldn't feel even more perverted by being forced to explain the act in detail.

“Yeah, I…” Fred did know. Had often thought about it himself, although he had never thought his brother might actually want to do something like that. “I mean… are you sure?”

George’s ears and cock perked at Fred’s tone. It sounded… hopeful. “Yeah, really sure.” George whispered in awe. “I saw a magazine, and at first it seemed a bit… gross. But now that I’ve thought about it…” George gasped and seized Fred’s leg as his cock pulsed in agreement. “Fred, you reckon?”

Fred nodded vigorously, eyes alight. “Oh God, yes!” he groaned, lunging forwards and reaching for Georges fly, struck with a sudden hunger for the soft flesh within. The idea was intoxicating: could he do it? Could he actually lick and suck at George’s arsehole? Fred didn’t know, but he knew that he was desperate to at least try.

“Fucking… pants!” Fred swore as he struggled to remove the oppressive garment from George’s body. George grinned and leaned back, lifting his hips to assist their removal. He had intended he be the one to do the rimming, but if Fred wanted to be the first, George was certainly not going to stop him.

Fred tugged the trousers away from George’s ankles, not pausing to remove his socks likewise, and reached up to yank away George’s underwear…

…only to realise he wasn't wearing any.

“Well now…” Fred said hoarsely after taking a moment to catch his breath back, “Commando, eh? This is a recent development…” Fred smirked appreciatively and quickly divested himself of his own troublesome garments.

George grinned, and propped himself on his elbows to peer down his abdomen and at the naked, excited cock, twitching happily now free of it’s confines. “I’m out of pants.” He confessed, and Fred snorted. “But, if you approve, brother mine, maybe I can make a bit of a habit out of this…”

Fred’s eyes went impossibly wide at the idea of George walking around all day without underwear. All day. Every day. In class. During meals. In the middle of quidditch matches.

Without underwear.

“Oh fuck!” Fred groaned and gripped George’s thighs as his cock throbbed violently at the idea. He bought his head down to George’s legs and lay his face against his thigh. From here he could smell George, all of George – the hot, heady scent of arousal he knew so well, and the deep, musky smell he was less familiar with. Fred inhaled deeply and groaned.

“You’d like it, wouldn't you?” George whispered delightedly, his cock twitching under Fred’s heavy scrutiny. Fred nodded and poked his tongue out to drag along the inside of George’s thigh. George made a deep noise in the back of his throat as Fred pressed his tongue insistently against his balls, running it up and down in firm, wet strokes, and George gasped as he realised where Fred was intent on moving that tongue next.

“Oh God! Fred! Fred, are you sure? Are you… oh fuck, do that again! I mean, do you really want…”

The rough point of Fred’s tongue disappeared, and Fred raised an eyebrow. “Do you really want me to answer all those questions, mate? Only, I was under the impression that my mouth could be put to much better use elsewhere…” Fred dropped his voice to a growl and licked his upper lip.

George threw his head back against the mattress and groaned loudly, driving his prick into the air with complete abandon. He thought he might have heard something akin to a chuckle, before Georges hips were being gently pressed back into the mattress and that wet warmth was back, firmer and even moister than before. Fred was lapping at Georges scrotum and oh GOD, there were lips as well, kissing on and around Georges genitalia, dragging teeth dangerously up and down George’s leaking prick, and all George could do was writhe and whimper under the onslaught, knowing all the while that soon that wickedly talented mouth would be administering its impeccable techniques on his most private area. It took every vestige of Georges self control not to come at the thought alone.

“Oh fuck, please Fred, I’m not going to last!” George gasped as Fred flickered his tongue expertly against the head of Georges cock, so hard and aching under Fred’s ministrations it was a wonder it was still standing, resolutely. Fred gave Georges prick a last, loving lick, but held his tongue pressed tight against the shaft.

And then George felt that tongue slide down…

George held his breath as the tongue slid down at a torturously slow pace… down over his balls, his perineum… George bit is lip, expecting to feel the slippery warmth creep into his crack, but was caught off guard with what came next.

George released the breath he had been holding sharply as his legs were suddenly being raised and pressed into his chest, lifting his hips slightly off the bed and exposing his hole to Fred’s hungry gaze. George groaned as Fred leant his weight against his legs, lifting his hips even higher and bringing his hole into better viewing.

“Hold them.” Fred instructed, never taking his eyes off George’s arse. He had seen the tight, puckered hole before, of course, but with the knowledge of what he was about to do to it… taste it, ravish it, fucking devour it… Fred groaned and gripped George’s legs harder in silent begging for George to take them so that he might busy himself elsewhere.

George shivered, swearing he could feel Fred’s desire coming off him in waves. He clumsily took a grip just under his knees, and tried very hard not to imagine how undignified he must look right now. It helped that Fred stroked his arse soothingly and muttered “I’m gonna cast a cleaning charm, that okay?”

George nodded, feeling a little relieved as a tingle of magic swept over his most private area – now that he knew he was clean, George felt more comfortable about Fred putting his mouth there. George craned his neck to see what Fred was doing now, and inhaled sharply as Fred licked a hot, wet line along his arse cheek.

“Oh FUCK!” George wailed, his head falling back and his fingers clenching into his thighs.

Fred smirked and leaned in again, this time swiping his tongue against the puckered flesh of George’s hole.

“Oh…oh-h” George cried out, his voice climbing in pitch. Oh God Fred was actually licking his arse. It was finally happening, that tongue was pressed against his hole, was licking and teasing and fuck it was brilliant.

George felt himself squirm inside as the wet muscle slid against his hole and the sensitive flesh around it, delighting in the other sensations as well, the ones he had never even stopped to imagine. Like the heat of Freds breath, coming out of his nose in hot little puffs. The incredibly sexy noises Fred made with his mouth, hot, wet, obscene noises that had Georges eyes rolling into the back of his head.

God, this had been a good idea, was Georges last thought, before the blood fueling his brain departed and made its way towards his cock, thick and leaking against his belly, full to bursting and begging for release.

Fred continued to massage George’s entrance with his tongue, marvelling at how it twitched and clenched invitingly as though trying to coax Fred’s tongue inside. Fred wriggled the point of his tongue against the centre of that tight pink whorl and pushed.

George’s eyes flew open as he felt that wet, strong muscle pressed against his barrier, seeking entrance. “Ohmyfuckinggod!” he all but screamed, thrashing his head from side to side on the mattress. He could feel Fred struggling to insert his tongue, lapping and wriggling furiously against his hole. Fred was trying to get inside! Fred was actually trying to get inside!

Fred groaned with frustration and seized George’s arse cheeks, pushing them apart as far as they could go in a last attempt to claim entrance. He would have cried out in surprise at the ease with which his tongue slid into George’s channel, were it not for the fact that his mouth was now pressed firmly against George’s arse.

“OH HOLY SHIT!” George bellowed, stars shooting across his vision as he felt Fred gasping wetly against his tender flesh. Fred withdrew, licking around George’s hole with newfound enthusiasm, before plunging back into that tight, warm heat.

George moaned and gasped and panted as that insistent tongue probed him unmercifully, caressing him, tasting him, fucking him relentlessly. Oh God, that’s just what Fred was doing, wasn’t it? Fucking him, fucking him with his tongue! George cried out as his cock spurted a copious amount of precome onto his chest.

George’s arms were starting to ache with the task of holding his legs in place, but there was no way he was going to let go, not now, not ever. His cock was jerking and spasming of its own accord, pooling precome onto his chest and throbbing heavily. His cockhead was rubbing against his own flesh with every push of Fred’s hands. George stifled another wail and focussed on gathering enough oxygen to stay conscious. He was sure that the pleasure would eventually cause him to pass out.

Fred felt like a man possessed as he licked and slurped at George’s arse, taken in by the glorious tight warmth of that ever-inviting orifice. The way it pushed out as Fred inserted himself, drawing him in shamelessly; the way it spasmed as Fred wriggled around inside, greedily trying to claim as much pleasure from Fred’s tongue as it could; and the way it clenched in loss as Fred withdrew. Fred was in no denial that rimming was one of the sexiest things he had ever done, and it had him lightheaded and dizzy with lust. His cock ached in longing with every clench of George’s muscles and Fred pulled away, gasping in desperation.

“George… George, it’s too much I cant…” Fred groaned as his prick throbbed. “I have to… need to…”

“Oh God! Touch yourself!” George gasped, looking and feeling quite demented as he alternated rapidly between twisting his hips against his own chest and wagging his arse invitingly. Fred moaned in gratitude as he reached a hand down and wanked furiously, determined to bring himself off quickly so that he might relieve his twin, who (he was delighted to see) was teased and tortured to the brink of madness.

“Fucking hell…” George struggled for air as he listened intently to the frenzied slap slap of Fred masturbating. His own cock was throbbing like a second heartbeat as he heard the breathy “Uh… uh… uh…” that George took to mean Fred was close. He nearly choked in surprise when he felt the head of Fred’s cock rubbing against his entrance as the first shots of come spurted against his hole.

“Gods, yes!” Fred hissed as he rode out his orgasm, circling the dribbling head around George’s hot little hole. George gasped and writhed and whimpered, sure that he couldn’t possibly stand any more, when he felt the familiar lapping back against his hole. Oh sweet Hell, Fred was licking him out, licking the remains of his own orgasm from George’s hole!

The sheer sexiness and obscenity of it drove George over the edge and he came, howling with sweet relief, his orgasm winding up mostly on his chest and throat. As George lay panting, dizzy from the intensity of such a pent-up orgasm, Fred crawled up his body to lick the ribbons of white from George’s neck and torso.

The boys lay in silence, listening to each other breath, feeling their heart rates return to normal and letting the hot sweat on their bodies cool their temperatures. When George started to shiver, Fred pulled the sheet over them and cuddled back into George’s embrace.

George smirked. “So. Remind me to throw away my underwear tomorrow.”

Fred smirked likewise and chuckled. “You’re seriously going commando from now on?”

George nodded smugly. “You’d like that, wouldn't you?” he purred.

Fred groaned as his recently-spent cock gave a half-hearted twitch and began to re-awaken. “I’m not going to get any work done if I know you’re parading about all day with no underwear.” Fred complained.

George nodded again with a satisfied expression, turning over onto his stomach, when a glimmer of red caught his eye. Atop the beside table, the recently-purchased lube sat innocently in its little scarlet sack.

“We didn’t use the new lube!” he exclaimed. Fred chuckled and rolled on top of George, pressing his renewed erection into his crevice.

Yet, dear brother." Fred corrected with a grin. "We didn’t use the new lube yet.”

Next Part


Posted by: hogwartsgirl007 (hogwartsgirl007)
Posted at: April 14th, 2008 03:34 pm (UTC)


*deep breaths to stay calm*
i was honestly expecting someone to be watching from the doorway again...

please tell me there will b no ron/ginny. thats a little too... awkward.

Ginny is going to tell Hermione. she needs to talk about it and her incest confused older brother isnt helping matters much. 'to incest or not to incest'is running amok in Ron's mind.
ya, Hermione will help her. that and she probably has books...NO *lightbulb goes on* Ginny will get Hermione to... *leans in and wispers*
seduce one of the twins in an effort to make them realize that they are not suspossed to be together...

this totally made my whole day hun.

Ginny: The twins are fucking!
Hermione: they are boys Ginny.
Ginny: Eachother.
Hermione: OH i read about that in a book. they are so close that they think that no one will understand them like their twin. someone has to prove that they can get to know one of them just the same."
Ginny: *thinking* Hermione, did you know that my mum passed down to me a very old book?
Hermione: WHAT? which one?
Ginny *girnning madly* a first unedited edition of Hogwarts: A History. has almost 600 extra pages of information that they didnt want anyone to find out about.
Hermione: *ready to jump Ginny* can i read it?
Ginny: *lookes happier than Voldemort would have looked had he killed Harry* you can have it if you do this one little thing for me...

Hugs and Kisses and a big YAAAA for you. this is so amazing!!!!!!!!!!! i totally love you.

Posted by: k8 matty (k8matty)
Posted at: April 14th, 2008 03:56 pm (UTC)

Yay! *is very fond of the love*

lol, I'm glad you like the fic, but as for the Ron/Ginny thing.. *whistles nonchalantly*

I could tell you... but wouldn't that just spoil the surprise?

Lol, I actually only have a rough idea of where this is going, but I love the Hermione idea *steals to use in a different fic*

Nah, I actually want to keep Fred and George together. Imma not going to split them up for any bushy haired bitch *shakes head defiantly* nuh uh!

lol thanks dear xx

Posted by: hogwartsgirl007 (hogwartsgirl007)
Posted at: April 14th, 2008 04:06 pm (UTC)

Posted by: Me (hpuckle)
Posted at: April 14th, 2008 03:36 pm (UTC)
FG | Underwear

Guhhhh! One of the hottest rimming scenes I've ever read!


Posted by: k8 matty (k8matty)
Posted at: April 14th, 2008 04:01 pm (UTC)

Oooh! Thank you very much! ^_^ that means a lot since it was the first one I've written lol xx

Posted by: pepper (jean_c_pepper)
Posted at: April 14th, 2008 04:13 pm (UTC)

Another great installment. I can't wait to see where this is going(with Ron/Ginny and with Ginny trying to stop Fred/George)

Posted by: k8 matty (k8matty)
Posted at: April 14th, 2008 05:52 pm (UTC)

thank you! Yeah, I hate Ginny with a passion, so I'm very determined to make her the bad guy *snickers* that bitch...


Posted by: YOUNG MAN, THERE'S NO NEED TO FEEL (la_dissonance)
Posted at: April 14th, 2008 04:51 pm (UTC)

Loooooooooove it! you have a gift for this smut-writing thing, truly. There was some line in there that I really liked and wanted to point, but can't remember now...err. Well, anyway, there was a lot of good stuff in there! And the longer the chapter, the better, in my opinion :)

Posted by: k8 matty (k8matty)
Posted at: April 14th, 2008 05:55 pm (UTC)

Oh goody! I'm glad I'm getting better at the smut writing. I love my hobby ^_^

The chapter wasnt that long originally, lol, but it took so long to post I figured I ought to make it a healthy dose of cesty smut ^_^ I am sooo going to hell lol


Posted by: fbowden (the_flic)
Posted at: April 14th, 2008 05:26 pm (UTC)

PHWOAAAAAAAAAR!!!! Bloody 'ell missus.. that was scorching hot! *wipes chair off*

Posted by: k8 matty (k8matty)
Posted at: April 14th, 2008 05:58 pm (UTC)

Glad to see you appreciated, wife *leers at you and your messy chair*

Lol cheers

*drools over Harry/Scorpius icon* damn, that boy is FINE

Posted by: coldlikedeath (coldlikedeath)
Posted at: April 14th, 2008 07:19 pm (UTC)

Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee that was brilliant and so hot thank you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Posted by: k8 matty (k8matty)
Posted at: April 15th, 2008 05:19 am (UTC)

EEEEEEEEEEEE is a fantastic reaction!
thank you!

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Posted by: k8 matty (k8matty)
Posted at: April 15th, 2008 05:26 am (UTC)

Wait? Which Bella/Narcissa fic??? I want!


I never write het!fic, even if it is cest, but I felt like a change *grin*

Yay, dirty talk for all!

Posted by: savagewoman (savagewoman)
Posted at: April 14th, 2008 09:59 pm (UTC)

Mmmmmm. So very nice and dirty. Rimming scene was very much hawtness :) If extended sex scenes is what's going to happen every time your laptop explodes, I'm going to plant bombs ;)

Posted by: k8 matty (k8matty)
Posted at: April 15th, 2008 05:30 am (UTC)

*snort* thank you for the ego-boost! But I must say, having an asploded laptop was very much frustrating. Plz no bombs? The bombs caused the heapz long gap...


Posted by: savagewoman (savagewoman)
Posted at: April 15th, 2008 07:52 am (UTC)

Posted by: magpie to the morning (edge_is_strong)
Posted at: April 15th, 2008 01:04 am (UTC)

oh my. you are officially my new love. prepare to be stalked.

Posted by: k8 matty (k8matty)
Posted at: April 15th, 2008 05:33 am (UTC)

yay! I has a stalker!

I should warn you though, I already have two death-eater husbands and a wife :-P

Posted by: ((Anonymous))
Posted at: April 15th, 2008 05:23 pm (UTC)

Posted by: magpie to the morning (edge_is_strong)
Posted at: April 15th, 2008 05:24 pm (UTC)

Posted by: ((Anonymous))
Posted at: April 15th, 2008 09:49 am (UTC)

Holy sweet mother of HELL!

I think I just creamed in my pants a little bit...or maybe a lot...

This was HOT. H.O.T

I loved it...and the connection was really sweet.

I loved it when Ron was contemplating, that the twins ouldn't help being related and couldn't help loving each other...

This series is wonderful...I cant wait to read the rest!

Posted by: k8 matty (k8matty)
Posted at: April 15th, 2008 12:19 pm (UTC)
Re: *jawdrop*

Omg, thank you!

Yeah, I usually don't do mushy stuff, but I felt like some fluffstuff ^_^


Posted by: i love you in the morning (saiilorsong)
Posted at: April 20th, 2008 08:33 pm (UTC)

i loved it. <3
the rimming was excellent.

oh gosh i can't wait for them to use the new lube! x

Posted by: k8 matty (k8matty)
Posted at: April 22nd, 2008 07:55 am (UTC)

*grins* well you dont have to wait much longer, the new part is up
*cackles madly*


Posted by: playful_whisper (playful_whisper)
Posted at: May 1st, 2008 12:33 am (UTC)

Two Words: Fucking Amazing. Wow, I'm reading this and thinking it's so sexy and yet so adorable at the same time. The fact that they're twins just makes their encounters a sweet synchronized symphony of sex. Yay! An alliteration! (Sorry, AP English...) I'm sorry I can't express my love of this story in more eloquent terms...brain is dying from tests and school...but your story is just beautiful. I BEG you to continue. I've never found a fanfiction before where I want to read every sentence, every word, because I'm so drawn in. And I'm very curious to see what happens to Ron and Ginny...hmmmm. Hope to read more soon.

Posted by: k8 matty (k8matty)
Posted at: May 1st, 2008 03:03 am (UTC)

Sweet synchronized sex? *rotflmao*

Thank you for the ego boostage darling ^_^

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Posted by: k8 matty (k8matty)
Posted at: May 1st, 2008 11:13 pm (UTC)

*shakes head* I know, none of us like Ron/Ginny... ew. hetro stuff. :-P but I need variety, and it cannot always be big gay love, there can be angsty hetro drama too ^_^

Fred/George is my incest OTP. Draco/Lucius is steamy, but I've heard that every time someone writes parental incest, God kills a kitten. And I can't kill anymore kittens. :-(

I am continuing, & the next part is written :-) Will post soon when I have time to beta it.

thank you for reading (your comments have been making me smile :-)

ps: Fleching? Am I really naive coz I dont know what that means lol

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Posted by: k8 matty (k8matty)
Posted at: May 2nd, 2008 02:06 am (UTC)

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Posted by: k8 matty (k8matty)
Posted at: May 2nd, 2008 02:28 am (UTC)

Posted by: ((Anonymous))
Posted at: July 8th, 2008 06:13 pm (UTC)

oh god that was SO FUCKING HOT.

Posted by: myjadedhavok (myjadedhavok)
Posted at: July 31st, 2008 10:59 pm (UTC)

I believe holy fuck just about sums it up.

That is without a doubt the best rimming scene I've ever read.

Seriously. Fucking Amazing.

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