Colin was impressed with the kitchens. Loaded with grapes, pineapple, cookies, and a case of butterbeer, George and Colin headed to the corridor that holds the Room of Requirement. When they arrived, George paced before the empty wall until the door materialized. He opened the door, turned to Colin and said, "Come on in." Colin smiled and stepped past George into the room.

He stepped into a small, cozy sitting room. A couch and two comfy chairs were huddled around a coffee table, and a fire was burning in one wall, pleasantly warming the room. It wasn't bright, but it wasn't too dark, Colin thought…"It's perfect," he whispered.

"Have a seat," George whispered from close behind him. He moved to the coffee table, setting the items in his arms down; George did the same.

They sat on the floor around the table, ignoring the provided seating for the next couple of hours. Colin was surprised at how easily he talked to George, who was a great listener—who asked questions, showing Colin he was really interested. They talked about classes and the spells that Colin the most trouble with; George talked about Quidditch, and Colin learned that George really loved the sport more than he let on when off the pitch; Colin rolled with laughter at the stories George told him of growing up in a big family. He learned that George had told his family that he's gay the year before, and it went extremely well. "Hey! Me, too!" had been Fred's reaction.

"Wait! Really? Fred's gay, too?" Colin interrupted, passing a butterbeer to George and opening another for himself. He was a little drunk. Although butterbeer wasn't really very strong, Colin was a petite boy with a low tolerance.

"Yeah, it's crazy, right? Shocked the hell outta me…but I guess it's pretty cool…we've always been close and shared everything, so it's good we're playing for the same team, ya know? I mean, I wouldn't wanna hear about him and a girl together!"

Colin wrinkled his nose, mirroring George's expression. They laughed.

"So have you been with a girl?" Colin asked curiously.

"I let Angelina Johnson give me head once…but other than that, I haven't. Never had the desire to. You either, huh?"

"Ugh, no way! I think I've know I like blokes since I was eleven years old. I saw Harry Potter at my sorting, and I practically swooned."

George burst out laughing. "Oh Merlin that explains so much! You know, a lot of people think you're all 'idol-worship' over Harry…but you've just got a crush!"

Colin looked offended in a humorous way. "I had a crush! It's a purely sexual desire now." The butterbeer was certainly loosening his tongue. This was the first person he'd been able to talk to about this stuff at all…and George made him feel comfortable and safe. He felt he could trust him.

"Had, alright! But you still think he's hot!" George challenged.

"So do you!" Colin shot back playfully.

"Okay, yeah, but who doesn't?"

"Exactly. So tell me…who else is gay around here?"

"Well—me, you, and Fred…and then let's see…Lee Jordan, Seamus Finnigan, Dean Thomas, Katie Bell's a lez…that's all I know for sure from Gryffindor. Blaise Zabini from Slytherin's gay, and I'm pretty sure Zachariah Smith from Hufflepuff is."

"That's more than I thought. Blaise, really?"

"Yeah, we had a…thing, last year."

"A thing?" Colin moved closer to George, eager to hear about this 'thing'.

"There was a mutual attraction, I suppose. Mostly just a few blow-jobs. He was way too bossy, though—definitely a top."

"A top?"

"Yeah, a top. You know! The fuck-er."

"Oh! God, yes! The top!" He giggled and had another swig of butterbeer. "So…"

"Yes?" George grinned as if he knew what was coming.

"Did it not work out with Zabini because you're both tops?" Colin said very fast, a little embarrassed by the sexual nature of the question.

"Yes, I'm a top." George answered quietly, tilting his head toward Colin slighty. "Do you…I mean are you…do you know if you're--"

"I'm a bottom," Colin volunteered.

"Mmm…that's good. Can I ask you something else, something even more personal?"

"Sure, go ahead."

"Well, do you…touch yourself a lot?"

Colin shut his eyes, immediately embarrassed and horny at the same time. "Yes." He felt George's fingers at his knee.

"If you know you're a bottom, yet you're a virgin….I bet you…fuck yourself, too?" George's fingers were lightly stroking the fabric over Colin's cock.

"Oh god yes…" Colin was so turned on. It was beyond anything he had experienced before. This is what he needed—this—and it really seemed he was going to get it. "Please, George," he hadn't meant to utter the words, but they came out before he had even thought them properly.

Suddenly George's fingers were gone. Before he could even open his eyes all the way, strong arms were lifting him from the floor and laying him onto the couch. George smiled down at him and hovered on top of him. "Ever been snogged by a boy?' George whispered.

Colin grinned and felt his blush, but bravely he went on, "Not yet," and pulled George down to him. Fuck. Yes. He thought as George's tongue slipped inside his mouth. This is great. They made out, George managing to divest Colin of his robes. He slid his fingers up Colin's shirt onto the skin. Colin moaned into George's mouth at the contact. When George's lips moved to Colin's neck and his hand to his belt, Colin didn't know how he was still breathing in and out. George kissed, licked, and sucked at his neck while he worked on his belt, undid his pants, reached inside them, and gripped Colin's hard dick.

"Ahh!" Colin gasped as George began to stroke his dick slowly and nibble at his neck. "Oh, this feels so good…"

George whispered in his ear, "This will feel better…" He sat up, unbuttoning Colin's shirt from top to bottom. He opened it and kissed and licked a trail over his chest and stomach. He kissed around his belly button and nibbled at his hip.

"Ssss," Colin hissed, feeling delirious with anticipation. He looked down as he felt George's breath on his cock. OH BLOODY HELL, BLOODY HELL, I'M GONNA GET A BLOW JOB!

George gripped Colin's hips before sliding his tongue flat against Colin's dick from the base to the tip. Colin's reacting moan was stifled by his gasp when George took every last inch into his warm, wet mouth. Colin dug his fingers into the couch and spluttered incoherently as George sucked long and hard on his dick. As much as he wanted to enjoy this forever, he was all too aware of his impending orgasm. George sucked faster and faster, and as soon as Colin felt his fingers touch his balls, he exploded into George's mouth, "Oh oh oh oh oh ah ah! Oh my, yes, yes…aahhhh…"

George let go of Colin's spent erection and lounged on top of him, kissing him. Colin noted that he liked the taste of his own cum mingled with the taste of George's mouth. They snogged until George pulled back.

"How was it?" he asked.

Colin laughed, "As if you have to ask. It was amazing…fuck, it felt so fucking good…" he smiled lazily up at George. Struck with a sudden inspiration and desire, he pushed at George's chest until he got the message and sat up.

"What's up?" asked George, perplexed.

"Nothing," Colin replied, pulling his pants completely off. "I just want to return the favor."

"You don't have to do that, Colin," George began, but was cut off as Colin pulled his t-shirt over his head and began kissing him.

"I want to…" he said as he sank to his knees and undid George's belt, sliding the pants completely off. Colin's fingers shook slightly as he traced the boxer-clad erection. Gosh, it's so big, he thought. He wanted to put it in his small mouth so bad, but he was suddenly scared of being really bad at it. Taking a few steadying breaths, he pulled at the brim of the boxers. George lifted up, allowing Colin to free him of them. "Oh fuck," Colin whispered, wide-eyed at the long, thick, white erection standing on a nest of reddish-brown hair. "It's so big," he continued, taking the huge tool in his small hand.

"You really don't have to…I'll completely understand." Colin could see that George was sincere. He met his eyes.

"I'm going to do this, just…tell me if I do it wrong," Colin scooted further between George's legs, holding the cock gently upright. He descended and flicked his tongue at the slit. He received a little intake of breath from George. Feeling more confident, he closed his mouth around it and went down as far as he could—which wasn't a long way.

"Mmm, that's so good, Colin," George moaned as he watched the younger boy suck him. "Aaah, perfect…yeah keep licking while you suck." Colin flushed at the praise and kept bobbing his head in short motions on George's dick. He let his hand stroke the length that wouldn't fit in his mouth. He was hard again but ignored it, determined to do a good job. He loved sucking George's dick. He was sorry he couldn't swallow it the way George had done to his, or the way he had seen Draco take Harry's.

"Mmmm," he hummed around George's head as the image entered his mind. He didn't question whether or not it was wrong to have the image of Draco and Harry while he had George's dick in his mouth.

George's fingers had tangled in his hair, but instead of urging him on, they pulled him away. Colin whimpered as he was forced to take his mouth away. "What? Did I do it wrong?" He whined to George.

George smiled and leaned in to kiss Colin. When he pulled back, "You are so adorable."

"Will you quit saying that? I don't want you to think I'm adorable, I want you to think I'm…sexy…or something." Colin had stood up, put his hands on his hips, his cock jutting out hard.

George sat up and pulled Colin to him by the hips. He licked the tip of Colin's dick. Looking up to meet Colin's eyes he whispered, "You're very adorable, and sexy." He closed his mouth around the head of Colin's dick and swirled his tongue. "And I want to fuck you." He licked a strip up Colin's dick.

Colin was in bliss, "Yes, fuck me. I need it so bad."

"Lay down on the bed," George's voice was thick and low, laced in desire.

"The bed?" Colin was sure there wasn't a bed.

"Behind you," George pointed.

Confused, Colin turned around to see that the room had provided one. Taking one look at George, he walked to the bed, trying his hardest to look sexy with every step. When he reached the bed, he looked back to see George following in his footsteps, his eyes locked on Colin's body.

Deciding to give him a little show, Colin crawled slowly on the bed, being sure to arch his back to display his puckered hole. He looked over his shoulder as George came up behind him onto the bed, rubbing his hands all over him—ass, thighs, back.

"Fuck you're so sexy…I thought you'd be a lot shyer than this."

"I want this way too much to be shy."

"Oh, I truly appreciate that…mmm…lay down."

Colin lay on his stomach, wondering what to expect next. His nerves were almost absent in his excitement to commit this ultimate act. I'm going to have sex, going to have sex, have sex! He was so excited, he couldn't believe his dick hadn't shot of its own accord.

George's lips at the back of his neck brought him back to the sensuality of the moment. George's lips trailed his spine, going half way down his back, and coming back up to suck lightly at the back of his neck. He felt George's fingers at his ass, slick with something Colin hadn't seen. He arched into the circling touch at his entrance. Finally, a finger slipped inside him. He groaned into the fabric below him. It felt so good, yet he needed more. This he could do himself.

"Please, I just…want you in me," he begged.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, please, I want it so much!"

George, obediently, removed his finger and turned Colin over. Colin spread his legs and watched as George rubbed lube all over his throbbing muscle. He lifted his legs as George moved forward, angling for his entrance. "I'll go slow." He whispered.

"You don't have to."

Despite this, George eased slowly forward, finally sinking all the way into Colin.

"Ooohhh," Colin groaned, squeezing his eyes shut and digging his nails into George's arms. Okay, so this hurts more than I thought it would. Though Colin had fucked himself with some notably sized dildos, George's was biggest. But below the pain was the familiar feeling of being filled, and the heart-beating excitement of being with a real boy with a very real penis. Colin relaxed.

"You okay?" George was breathless and shaking. His eyes were shut.

"Yes! It's just so big!" He panted. "Are you okay?" He asked in response to the shaking.

"Mm, yeah…you're really tight."

Colin patiently waited, stroking George's hair from his sweaty forehead and rubbing his arms gently. George finally opened his eyes, looking down on Colin. He slowly pulled back until the head was the only part inside Colin; he pushed back in even slower.

"Whew, I'm gonna cum soon…sorry," George muttered, "You feel so damn good."

"That's okay, so am I." It was true. George's cock felt so good sliding in and out of his ass, and the sight of George's control slipping had Colin's dick twitching and his orgasm pleading for release. "I don't care if it's quick, just please fuck me hard."

"Think you can take that?" George challenged. Before Colin could answer, George pulled out and slammed back in.

"OH Fuck Yes!" Colin screamed. "Again!" he literally cried desperately. He put his hands just above George's ass. This time when George slammed into him, Colin pulled him into himself. "Yes, faster, please, George, please."

George sped up, ramming hard into Colin's ass with every thrust, grunting with every fluent stroke, faster and faster. Every time his ass filled with cock, Colin screamed "yes!" He felt his sanity slipping with every stroke. He desperately grasped his own cock, needing to only pull once before he was cumming with a strangled cry; immediately after, George bit his neck hard and he felt hot liquid spread through has ass and leaking out as George slid from him.

George collapsed back onto Colin, crushing him, but Colin didn't care. He felt drained, weak, and amazing. He barely noticed that George was breathing heavy kisses along his neck until, "Fuck, Colin, that was…fuck! That was fucking fantastic."

Colin grinned lazily, "Yeah, it was."

George lifted himself off of Colin, who missed the weight and warmth. He watched George climb off the bed and pull a pack of muggle cigarettes out of his discarded jeans.

Colin arched an eyebrow and sat up against the headboard, wincing at the twitch of pain in his ass.

George turned to Colin with a cigarette in his mouth, "Oh, I need…that," he said, crossing the small room to the new addition it had provided: A small table with a water dish and wash cloths folded neatly beside it. He dipped a cloth into the water and walked over to the bed.

"What's that for?" asked Colin.

George climbed onto the bed. "Here hold this," he handed Colin the cigarette and lighter. Then he spread one of Colin's legs, and began wiping the spunk off of Colin's legs and bottom.

"Oh!" Colin was embarrassed, "I can do it."

"It's okay—just relax." He wiped the cum from Colin's chest. When he was done, he threw the cloth aside and kissed Colin's lips sweetly.

"Thank you," Colin whispered.

George smiled in response and leaned on the headboard beside Colin. "You don't mind me smoking, right?" He took the cigarette from Colin.

"No, I don't mind." Colin flicked the lighter and held it up to light George's cigarette.

"Mmm…" He blew out smoke, "Thank you…"

"Mhmm."

They sat in comfortable, post-sex silence for a while—George smoking his cigarette, Colin watching him and thinking. He couldn't believe that only a few hours ago he was crying in his room because he wasn't getting laid. It felt like a lifetime ago. And now he'd done, well, almost everything: had his cock sucked, sucked cocked, and been fucked by cock. All on my first date, he thought. Does that make me a slut? He wasn't sure what other gay guys would say to that question; he pondered it for a moment, and decided that he didn't really care. It was George that interrupted his thoughts.

"I'd be lying if I said I wasn't surprised by…everything about you," he inhaled another puff and looked at Colin with a lazy smirk on his face.

Colin smiled back, "I'm not surprised to hear you say that. But humor me—what exactly surprises you?"

"Well, let's see. The cursing, for one. You have a very dirty mouth." He paused to laugh. "And you speak like you're a lot older than you are. I never thought I would be having such great conversation with little Colin Creevey."

Colin rolled his eyes, but let George continue.

"And…the way you let me fuck you. The way you begged me to fuck you. I was prepared for tears of pain from you. I really didn't think we'd make it through the sex at all, because it's your first time and all. But…shit…you were…so good, so hot!"

Colin felt a jolt of pride at George's words. He reached over and intercepted the cigarette as George was bringing it to his mouth. George watched him as he put the cigarette between his lips and took a hit. When he handed it back and blew out the smoke without a hitch, George smiled and put the cigarette out in a nearby—newly appeared—ash tray.

"You're just full of surprises, aren't you?"

Colin shrugged, barely holding in his smile of pleasure at George's words.

George smiled at him again before leaning in to kiss him. "You really are so cute—and sexy," he added the latter at the look on Colin's face. "Don't get so offended. Adorable is what I'm into."

Colin blushed, but leaned forward to continue the kiss. It quickly became intense. George pulled Colin onto his lap by the hips. Straddling George, Colin gasped as their newly hardened pricks came into contact.

"Careful," George warned, placing both hands on Colin's ass and squeezing, "You might get fucked again."

"Mmmm," Colin moaned into the kiss, grinding his cock on George's. Pulling away he whispered, "I hope so."

George sat up and pulled himself tightly against Colin, wrapping his arms around his waist. He laid kisses along Colin's neck. When his lips reached Colin's chest, Colin gripped George's shoulders as he was forced to arch into the bites on his nipples.

"You wanna ride me?"

"Yesss!" Colin practically sobbed. "You have to help me, though. I'm not sure what to do."

George rested against the headboard and grabbed the bottle of lube. "You're a natural, I'm sure you'll do great." He squeezed the lube into his hand. Colin watched with lusty need as George stroked the oil onto his cock. "Come here."

Colin moved so that he was practically pressed against George's chest.

"Reach behind you and line me up, okay?"

Colin followed the kindly given instructions. He put the tip of George against his hole.

"Okay…just…sit on it…"

"…k…" Colin and George locked eyes as Colin slowly worked the head into his body.

When it slid in, George grabbed his hips and guided Colin the rest of the way down. It was almost completely buried when Colin released a "ssst!" and stilled.

"Are you okay? Did I hurt you?" George worried.

"It's okay, just hurts…"

"Yeah, it goes a little deeper this way. Do you wanna stop?"

"Oh fuck no!" Colin exclaimed.

George laughed and leaned forward to meet Colin's lips. "Just do what feels good for you," George whispered in a quick pause from the snogging.

Slowly, Colin moved his body up and down, subconsciously taking control. He deepened the kiss as he rode, gripping the sweaty hair at the back of George's head. He didn't pick up the pace just yet, owing to this being his first time riding anything; it seemed that as soon as he got into a slow, steady rhythm and gained confidence due to it, he'd lose it. Although George didn't seem to notice the inconsistency—he was panting and moaning into the kiss like Colin was doing it perfectly—Colin was feeling a bit subconscious.

He broke the kiss without stopping his up and down motion. "Is this okay?"

"More than okay," George breathed, running his hands along Colin's chest and his eyes all over Colin's bouncing body.

Colin still felt like he was doing everything awkward and persisted, "Teach me…mmm…teach me to do this better."

"Come here, to me…I'm gonna move us down."

"Okay," Colin clung to George as he slid from the headboard so that he was lying on his back.

"Move with me."

Colin let George's hands work his hips, guiding him up and down his long dick. Colin immediately relaxed as George took over the control. George thrust his hips up as he guided Colin's ass down, and—oh god—did it feel good.

"This is great, ohh…yessss, do that more," Colin pleaded.

George gripped Colin's ass tight and thrust up hard into his ass, drawing a cry of pleasure from Colin. Feeling more confident now, Colin pushed up onto his hands and sat hard on George's dick.

"OOHH!" George shouted, "a fucking natural, I told you."

Without further ado, George began slamming up into Colin with such force that had Colin not been thrusting down with as much vigor, he feared he would have been thrown into the headboard. The pace climaxed to desperate speed. George looked up at Colin; Colin looked down at George. The rhythm sped up even further as George fisted Colin's cock roughly. A few short pulls and Colin shot all over George—"AAAHH, Oh my…ohhh..yes, George, George, oh Merlin George." Colin rode faster and harder until George gave out a string of profanities and filled Colin's ass with his warm jiz. "Fuck fuck fuck, oh Colin fuck!"

Colin pulled George out of himself and laid on his stomach beside him. Both were panting and smiling with delirium.

"So…good?" Colin managed.

"Um, yes, I'd definitely say so," George answered. "Oh," he slowly stood from the bed. "I'll clean you up."

"Thanks." Colin was too exhausted and sore and feeling completely and perfectly fucked for the second time in his life to feel embarrassed by what he considered to be a very intimate act. He shut his eyes, waiting for George to return to the bed.

"What the-!" his eyes flew open and he turned around to see George behind him holding his wand. A tingling, yet silky, sensation was spreading through his ass and over the inside of his thighs. He reached around to touch between his legs and found that the stickiness was gone. "What was that?" he asked.

"A cleaning charm modified for sexual mess removal!" George smiled and laid his wand aside.

"Oh…warn me next time," Colin swatted playfully at George and collapsed back onto the bed. "Oh, I'm so tired."

"Me, too. You wore me out!"

"You're welcome," Colin mumbled sleepily, earning a chuckle from George.

"We should stay here, it's way past curfew." George pulled the covers over them and pulled the younger boy close. "You okay with this?"

In response, Colin turned over, snuggling into George's chest. "Mmm, yes."

"Adorable," George whispered. He tightened his hold on Colin and magic-ed the lights out. It didn't take them long to fall asleep in the warmth and gentle glow of the fire that was barely burning across the room.