George lay with his head against Fred's bare chest, listening to the steady drum of his heartbeat. Thud, Thud, Thud. This was wrong. He shouldn't be lying in his brother's bed, under his brother's sheets, in his brother's arms.
He shouldn't be basking in the glow of the reality that his dream had come true, the secret dream that he had kept silent for so long. This was wrong. But Fred was so warm, and close, and real. He smelled faintly like fireworks, explosions, soap, and dried sweat. It was an overwhelming scent that was conspiring with the warmth and closeness to drive him insane, because Fred was still sleeping so it was look but don't touch.
Or maybe it wasn't, maybe he wouldn't notice if George kissed his way across Fred's chest? It was possible he wouldn't feel the teeth nibbling at his collarbone. There was a chance, however slight, that he would sleep through the warm lips tracing up his neck, sucking and licking at the skin or his jaw.
There was no way in hell he hadn't noticed the lips smashed against his, the searching tongue pressing it's way into his mouth.
Fred's eyes shot open and he stared at George silently for a moment, lips still pressed together, before pulling away and scrambling backwards. He looked horrified, staring at his brother with wide searching eyes. "I-it wasn't just a dream?"
"No." George pulled away as if burned, retreating to the other end of the bed and pulling the sheets around himself like a shield. "It wasn't."
"Good, because I've been waiting a long time for you to do that." Without another word Fred practically jumped across the bed and smashed his lips against George's. There was a muffled thump as George fell backwards over the foot of the bed onto the floor in shock. After a moment he reached up and dragged Fred down with him.
And after a few minutes George was really, really glad they had left the silencing charms up last night.