Chapter 2 ~ Wrestling Emotions
Fred was hit fully with his brother's weight, and knocked back down against the mattress. Fred grinned at his brother's sudden act of playfulness, and as George struggled to pin him fully, Fred shifted their weights so that the two were on their sides. Fred pushed George to try and gain the advantage, but George slipped out of his arms and tossed himself down atop his brother again. Nonplussed, Fred caught George's arms and used his brother's split-second of surprise to steer his fall to the empty bit of bed beside him. Holding George's arms firmly against escape, Fred used his leg to pin his brother's hips down, which impeded George from using his own legs against Fred.
Fred moved atop his flailing brother, straddling his wriggling waist, and curling his feet behind him to hold George's knees. George protested by struggling wildly, attempting to wriggle away once again, though he knew how hopeless the attempt was. Fred held his flailing arms ever more firmly, and managed to shove his limbs down onto the bed, pinning George's wrists beside his head. He let out a quiet sigh and settled, admitting his defeat. He gazed up at Fred, waiting for the inevitable triumphant smirk, upon which Fred would let him free, but it did not come. George looked up at his brother, who panted softly, his hair tousled and his eyes shining. Fred held him there, still. Searching his shadowed face, George wondered what was going through his brother's mind, just as Fred shifted his weight marginally, and the light caught his eyes. An animalistic glow was revealed there, and George saw the distinct fleeting image of a prowling tiger. He become ever more urgently aware of the fact that he was completely and utterly pinned down. Captured.
Fred stared down at George, seeing how helpless and surrendered his twin looked. Completely trapped under Fred's body, and as Fred glanced over George's body beneath him, his eyes took in the sight of his brother, utterly surrendered. He tensed considerably, as his mind's recognition triggered a similar reaction through his other senses. He smelled the cooling sweat that had newly formed on their wresting forms. He heard the hushed murmur of crickets stirring to life outside the window. He tasted how dry his mouth had gone, and ran his tongue across his lips, moistening them. But more than anything, he felt.
He felt the way that his ankles were bent so as to allow his feet to press against George's knees. He felt a strand of his hair sticking indignantly to his forehead. He felt the warmth his hands had produced, having shackled George's wrists for so long. He felt his thighs, pressed tightly against George's abdomen, which heaved with shuddering, surrendered breaths. He felt his stomach, brushing lightly against George's chest, the bare, silken skin of each touching lightly as they breathed, only to flutter away again, like warm feathers falling against his skin, leaving behind, with each touch, a distinct longing. That was the feeling that overwhelmed him the most. Need.
Fred felt a mounting desire for ever more physical contact from the form beneath him. He tentatively leaned in closer, attempting to close the gap of moments between them. George looked into Fred's eyes, as he moved ever closer, ever so slowly. Their noses nearly touched now, and George could feel Fred's warm breath upon him. Unknowingly, George tilted his face up ever so much. That was the reaction that Fred hadn't known he was looking for. The breath between them was lost as Fred brushed his lips against George's, before pulling back again. It was merely a second, nothing more than a sliver of a moment. A brief and fleeting kiss ended before it had begun. But it began so much more.
As Fred pulled back, George found that he had enjoyed the contact. It was something tangible and comforting. He found himself wanting to be kissed again. He found himself wanting every inch of his flesh to be kissed. He wanted solid, corporeal touch. He tilted his head up slightly and met his lips against Fred's. All doubts banished, the kiss was something that they could allow themselves to surrender to. And so they did. Fred ran his tongue along George's lower lip, and as George's lips parted acceptingly, Fred slipped his tongue inside. He explored the warm recesses of his brother's mouth, running his tongue along the insides of his cheek, then moving to touch with George's own tongue, the hot, sweet contact driving him further. He slid his tongue under George's then back along the top, then found himself moving to run his tongue along the roof of George's mouth. A shiver went through George's body at the delicious tickling sensation. He pushed himself up ever so slightly, driven to find out if he could coax the same reaction out of his brother.
He moved his own tongue against Fred's, still inside his mouth, before moving further to slide his tongue along Fred's lips. Sliding one leg from beneath Fred's now loosened grip. George lifted his knee up, placing it up against Fred, still straddling his own hips, and simultaneously took Fred's bottom lip between his teeth, nibbling lightly. Fred moaned softly, which only caused George to press his leg harder against Fred's angled ass. Fred pressed back against that leg as George's tongue dove into his mouth, moving roughly against the roof of his mouth, bringing another moan out of him, which was only swallowed into George's mouth.
Fred was hit fully with his brother's weight, and knocked back down against the mattress. Fred grinned at his brother's sudden act of playfulness, and as George struggled to pin him fully, Fred shifted their weights so that the two were on their sides. Fred pushed George to try and gain the advantage, but George slipped out of his arms and tossed himself down atop his brother again. Nonplussed, Fred caught George's arms and used his brother's split-second of surprise to steer his fall to the empty bit of bed beside him. Holding George's arms firmly against escape, Fred used his leg to pin his brother's hips down, which impeded George from using his own legs against Fred.
Fred moved atop his flailing brother, straddling his wriggling waist, and curling his feet behind him to hold George's knees. George protested by struggling wildly, attempting to wriggle away once again, though he knew how hopeless the attempt was. Fred held his flailing arms ever more firmly, and managed to shove his limbs down onto the bed, pinning George's wrists beside his head. He let out a quiet sigh and settled, admitting his defeat. He gazed up at Fred, waiting for the inevitable triumphant smirk, upon which Fred would let him free, but it did not come. George looked up at his brother, who panted softly, his hair tousled and his eyes shining. Fred held him there, still. Searching his shadowed face, George wondered what was going through his brother's mind, just as Fred shifted his weight marginally, and the light caught his eyes. An animalistic glow was revealed there, and George saw the distinct fleeting image of a prowling tiger. He become ever more urgently aware of the fact that he was completely and utterly pinned down. Captured.
Fred stared down at George, seeing how helpless and surrendered his twin looked. Completely trapped under Fred's body, and as Fred glanced over George's body beneath him, his eyes took in the sight of his brother, utterly surrendered. He tensed considerably, as his mind's recognition triggered a similar reaction through his other senses. He smelled the cooling sweat that had newly formed on their wresting forms. He heard the hushed murmur of crickets stirring to life outside the window. He tasted how dry his mouth had gone, and ran his tongue across his lips, moistening them. But more than anything, he felt.
He felt the way that his ankles were bent so as to allow his feet to press against George's knees. He felt a strand of his hair sticking indignantly to his forehead. He felt the warmth his hands had produced, having shackled George's wrists for so long. He felt his thighs, pressed tightly against George's abdomen, which heaved with shuddering, surrendered breaths. He felt his stomach, brushing lightly against George's chest, the bare, silken skin of each touching lightly as they breathed, only to flutter away again, like warm feathers falling against his skin, leaving behind, with each touch, a distinct longing. That was the feeling that overwhelmed him the most. Need.
Fred felt a mounting desire for ever more physical contact from the form beneath him. He tentatively leaned in closer, attempting to close the gap of moments between them. George looked into Fred's eyes, as he moved ever closer, ever so slowly. Their noses nearly touched now, and George could feel Fred's warm breath upon him. Unknowingly, George tilted his face up ever so much. That was the reaction that Fred hadn't known he was looking for. The breath between them was lost as Fred brushed his lips against George's, before pulling back again. It was merely a second, nothing more than a sliver of a moment. A brief and fleeting kiss ended before it had begun. But it began so much more.
As Fred pulled back, George found that he had enjoyed the contact. It was something tangible and comforting. He found himself wanting to be kissed again. He found himself wanting every inch of his flesh to be kissed. He wanted solid, corporeal touch. He tilted his head up slightly and met his lips against Fred's. All doubts banished, the kiss was something that they could allow themselves to surrender to. And so they did. Fred ran his tongue along George's lower lip, and as George's lips parted acceptingly, Fred slipped his tongue inside. He explored the warm recesses of his brother's mouth, running his tongue along the insides of his cheek, then moving to touch with George's own tongue, the hot, sweet contact driving him further. He slid his tongue under George's then back along the top, then found himself moving to run his tongue along the roof of George's mouth. A shiver went through George's body at the delicious tickling sensation. He pushed himself up ever so slightly, driven to find out if he could coax the same reaction out of his brother.
He moved his own tongue against Fred's, still inside his mouth, before moving further to slide his tongue along Fred's lips. Sliding one leg from beneath Fred's now loosened grip. George lifted his knee up, placing it up against Fred, still straddling his own hips, and simultaneously took Fred's bottom lip between his teeth, nibbling lightly. Fred moaned softly, which only caused George to press his leg harder against Fred's angled ass. Fred pressed back against that leg as George's tongue dove into his mouth, moving roughly against the roof of his mouth, bringing another moan out of him, which was only swallowed into George's mouth.