Here's another chapter! This one is wayyyy better than my last one and it's a little more raunchy so be warned and yes it will keep on getting better! Please Review! The more you review, the faster I'll write! :) Remember, hating is bad! Love, NewyorkBeat13!
George walked down the steps of the Burrow slowly, one by one. Just a few moments ago, Fred had said something to him: "You should share your gifts." What had he meant? Did he want George just as much as George wanted him?
No. Impossible. His twin could never feel the same way as he did.
George finally reached the bottom of the stairs. He could hear laughter coming from behind the door that led to the kitchen. 'Fred's probably telling a joke.' George thought. Fred could make anyone laugh.
He froze at the door and stared at it, listening to the laughter gently come to an end. He knew what would be waiting for him at the other side, but the question was, could he face it?
He took a deep breath, shut his eyes, and pushed the door open.
"Well there's Georgie! What took you so long, brother? Giving yourself another gift, were you?" Fred was looking at Fred with glinting blue eyes. He had on a crooked smile.
"Sorry, Fred, I don't know what your talking about." George said, hoping that no one would catch the fear in his voice.
Ginny, Ron, Hermione, and Harry all gave each other confused looks, then they all shrugged and got back to eating, assuming it was just a twin thing that Fred and George were always doing.
George took a sigh of relief and took the seat next to his twin.
"Here, George, have some bacon!" Mrs. Weasley said, putting five sizzling pieces of bacon on George's plate.
George looked down at his plate. The conversations taking place around him couldn't be heard, he was too deep in thought. He was thinking about Fred's face. How cute it was even when he was giving George that look of, "I know what you did, and I'm going to hold it against you!"
George looked around. He noticed that Fred kept glancing at him, sending him a crooked smile and twinkling, ocean blue eyes.
Soon, only Fred, George and Mrs. Weasley were in the kitchen. Fred's plate was empty, but George's was still stacked with food.
"Breakfast was great, Mum! I think Georgie and I are going to go test out our new gifts now." Fred said, handing his mother his plate.
"Yea, I'm done, too." George added, getting up from the table and handing his mother his plate, which still had on it three pancakes, three pieces of bacon, and two pieces of sausage.
"George, honey, you hardly touched your plate!" Mrs. Weasley exclaimed. "Are you feeling well? You usually always finish everything I give you!" Mrs. Weasley placed the back of her hand on George's head.
George gently took it off, "I'm fine, Mum, just not hungry, that's all." he lied. Even though he truly couldn't stomach anything with his nerves in such a twist.
"Not hungry? Well, I never! George Weasley, you go straight to bed, I don't want you catching anything!" Mrs. Weasley ordered.
"Mum!" George argued. He was about to say more when Fred grabbed his hand, sending chills through his whole body and causing him to be speachless.
"Don't worry, Mummy dearest, I'll make sure ickle Georgie gets to bed and doesn't do anything." He smiled a Fred smile at her.
Mrs. Weasley gave him a strange look before saying, "I don't know what's gotten into you two, but go ahead." and with that, she waved them off and got back to cleaning the dishes.
Fred pulled George out of the kitchen and up the stairs. George was still in shock and hadn't said anything. All he could do was look at Fred's hand clenching his own.
Fred and George reached their room at the top floor. Fred opened the door with his free hand and dragged George in before closing and locking the door.
George stood silently by Fred's bed.
Fred turned around and looked at George, smiling a fantastically huge smile. "I know what you did last night!" Fred said in a hushed tone, but to George, it sounded like he was screaming.
"Wha-what are you talking about?" George asked, laughing nervously.
"Your so cute when you stutter, and don't play stupid with me!" Fred laughed.
"I'm not playing anyt-" he stopped talking, mouth open in mid-sentence, "Did you just say I was cute?" George asked, being even stunned silent for the third time that day.
"That's right." Fred smiled. He walked quickly up to George, grabbed his face, and kissed him fiercely, his tongue flicking up and down in George's mouth, exploring every last inch.
He came up for air. George stared at him. "Why did you do that?" he finally asked.
"Because I want you and I know you want me, too!" Fred answered as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
"How did you know that?" George asked.
"Let's just say your not the quietest person in the world when you... you know. I'm surprised the whole house didn't hear you." Fred smirked and George blushed.
"Well- I- you see-" George stuttered.
"Oh shut-up, you bloody git!" Fred said before kissing George again, the force so powerful that they fell on top of Fred's bed, causing it to creak.
Fred through his T-shirt as George unbuttoned his flannel shirt.. They both through them off in unison. They looked at each others bare torso's for a moment before taking off the boxers that they were still wearing (A.N. They slept in their boxers)
The twins groaned as their full hard-on's rubbed against each other.
Fred kissed George's neck hardly. He sucked and nibbled it, knowing that there would be a hickey there later.
George moaned, "Oh Fred!" and closed his eyes, this time in pleasure instead of fear.
"Are you ready?" Fred asked in between soft kisses to George's ear.
George hesitated before nodding his head.
Fred grabbed his wand from his side table and said a spell, causing his fingers to be covered in lubricant. He stuck one finger into George's arse whole, causing him so scream in pain.
Fred took his finger in and out, then added one more, doing the same routine.
"I think I'm ready." George said after Fred's fingers had been in and out of him a few times and it felt less painful.
"Here I go, then." Fred said.
He slowly slipped himself into George. They both moaned many times.
"Does it hurt?" Fred asked.
"A little." George said through gritted teeth.
Fred nodded and took himself out, then put himself in again, this time a little faster and deeper. George groaned. The line between pain and pleasure became thinner each time Fred went in.
George grabbed Fred's hair when Fred hit the bundle of nerves over and over again that made George scream in pleasure.
Both boys screamed each others name as they came. Fred fell breathlessly on top of George, then rolled over and lay next to him.
They were quiet for a while, catching their breath. Then finally Fred looked at George's face, which was red.
He smiled one of his crooked smiles' and said, "See, isn't sharing better?" then dropped his head on his pillow and put his arm around George, who yet again, was too stunned to speak.
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