When No One Was Looking
Author:
Rating: R
Pairing: Fred/George age 16
Warning: Slash, and incest (or twincest)
Disclaimer: Characters are not mine but JKR's, don't sue, blah, blah, blah.
A/N: Since so many people have requested I write another F/G, I have surrendered and written it. I hope everyone knows that I'm doing this so that people will stop asking(well okay, I admit I like it when you people beg), I don't want to write this, so it's not as long as the first one, but I'm doing it for you F/G maniacs, SO you better review and thank me.
When No One is Looking
As we sit in the Gryffindor Common Room, side by side, chatting with Lee and all our other friends, my hand slips beneath the table seeking out his thigh. My fingertips gingerly trace patterns over his pant covered flesh, and I can feel him quiver. I look up at his face to see that he hasn't let my actions get to him, he keeps talking and laughing, but sometimes as my hand slips to caress the inside of his thigh I can see his eyes widen a bit, his breath catches and he covers his reactions with another laugh.
I love to tease him, he responds so well to our sin. It's not wrong anymore, how can it be when we are like one person, well almost. He is the shy one; he won't touch me like I touch him, little touches when we're close to each other, ones that no one will notice. A brush of a hand when we walk to class, the contact of our knees as we sit in the great hall.
It's torture for him and for me, he always ties to repress his reactions, controlling his need for me, while I coax him into abandoned classrooms for a few kisses, long and sweet as we melt into each other. And this is torture too, it leaves us more frustrated when we have to stop and rejoin are friends to go to class.
My concentration slips as I watch him write down notes in the Potions. It's dark down here too, so no one will see my foot run up his calf. He looks up and meets my eyes for a second, I smirk and he blushes so sweetly. His head returns to his paper and he continues to rake down the notes that are written on the black board.
I look up to see if anyone else has seen my brother and I, no one has, well almost. I look up at Snape and he's watching me, he doesn't know why he's watching my brother and I, he probably fools himself by letting himself think that this is some sick joke we are playing on him. Because to acknowledge the reality when it's so scandalous would be wrong. I look around one more time, and continue my own notes, waiting for class to end so that I can end the torture I've started.
So when we're alone in the showers, right before bed. I kiss him soundly on the lips as I drag his naked body towards mine. His skin tastes of rain and spice, so like my own. I run a hand across his stomach down to his thigh, and I delight in the quiver that follows my hand. He pants and moans so softly I almost don't catch it, but I do, and I smirk. He's powerless against me, and I wonder how, when we are so the same.
We are much more different now than when we started to be, not so innocent anymore, the light kisses have turned into hungry mouths trying to devour each other.
It's like we are trying to physically become the other, one being like we were meant to be. But not yet, we finish our shower, and dry off . My fingertips can't help but slide along his skin as I dress him, and I can feel his breath against my skin as he tries to control himself, but he can't so I feel his lips against my skin again.
We finish dressing, and the layer of clothes feels disturbingly unnatural as we lay together in one bed. His lips seek out mine, and in the dark all I can do is hold him, staying still while he rains kisses on my face. When his lips finally find mine, it's slow and warm, like old lovers with all the time in the world. This is enough for now, my arms around his and his around me, lips against lips. We're just taking our time, it's better to wait and wait, and then when we can't take it anymore, then we'll take that last step.
So for now, it's enough to just touch, to kiss, and to caress. It's much more fun to make it dirty when we know it's not. It's the danger of being caught that I think we both enjoy, it's why we don't mind waiting. We want to be caught so all I do is tease, and he surrenders, always while no one is looking, while they're all watching us.
So when no one is looking, I can love him like I want to, no one can take him away from me if they don't know. It only matters when he looks at me with that look in his eyes, blush staining his cheeks and no one else sees.
So when no one was looking, I made him mine.
Finis