Colin awoke the next morning, feeling groggy. A glance at the clock on the wall told him why.
"Fuck," he muttered, realizing it was seven-thirty in the morning. He rubbed his eyes and looked over at George, who was sound asleep and completely naked with the covers pushed to the end of the bed. Colin rolled onto his side, propping his head in his hand. Looking at George made Colin's dick stir and a smile to grace his lips. He loved George's height, spreading so manly down the bed. His broad shoulders and thin, lean body was something he couldn't seem to get enough of. He was so strong, so handsome. Colin even admired the red hair—the Weasley trademark that George wore so well. He loved the fiery curls on George's muscular legs and surrounding his beautiful cock.
George stirred in his sleep, but didn't wake. Colin had to bite his leap to keep from moaning as he noticed what was happening; he watched as George's cock slowly began to harden. He didn't think twice about his next move. He quickly—and stealthily—positioned himself on his stomach between George's legs. He was face to face with George's morning wood. He opened his mouth and experimentally huffed across the half-hard cock. He smiled when George tossed his head—and he hardened further. Colin leaned in, keeping his eyes on George, and placed kisses along George's dick. The length hardened rapidly this time. George stirred again, close to waking. Colin quickly, gently, took it into his mouth. He wanted George to wake up to this feeling—to this image. George stirred more beneath him and then—
"Mmmm…Colin…oh, Colin, yes," George moaned, groggy from sleep, but very pleased with the performance below. George looked down, meeting Colin's eyes. Colin watched as George's mouth opened, his expression turning to pure lust. "yeah, baby…oh fuck that's so hot," George continued huskily, running his fingers through Colin's blonde hair.
Colin moaned around George's cock, breaking eye contact. He sucked and licked, long and fluid. He took more of it into his mouth, cautiously letting it brush the back of his throat. He had to keep himself from grinning when he did it without choking and George moaned very loud in appreciation, his fingers tightening in Colin's hair. "Please…do that again," George begged.
Colin did, again and again, letting his throat take as much cock as possible. He was taking almost all of it, but not quiet. He didn't think that made any difference to George, though.
"Oh! Here it comes here it comes!" George gasped.
Colin hummed, vibrating the cock in his throat. George came, and that nearly gagged him; but he forced himself to swallow quickly. Only a dribble of pearly white cum escaped out the side of his mouth. George pulled Colin up by his hair, licking that bit of cum off before pressing their lips together. Colin broke the heated moment first.
Colin sat up, straddling George's stomach. He grabbed his own erection, looking down through hooded eyes.
"Here's a preview of that show I'm going to give you later," he whispered. He swirled his thumb through the pre-cum before fisting his white erection. He wanted to go slow for George, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. He tossed his head back, closing his eyes, stroking furiously and moaning the entire time.
"Oh sweet fucking Merlin," George whispered, watching the small, sexy blonde angel atop him. He couldn't bring any more words to the surface as he took in the sight before him.
It was when Colin felt George's dick, coming back to hardness below him, that he came, squirting liquid all over George's chest—and incidentally, his face. "Oh, George, George, George," he pitched high as he came. When he was empty, he slid off, collapsing on his back beside George.
George didn't give him a chance to recover. He sprang on top of him, covering Colin with his long body. He immediately began sucking, licking, and biting; trailing his wet tongue across Colin's neck.
"That was the hottest thing I've ever seen." He kissed Colin's lips, biting the bottom one before returning his attention to the exposed neck. "I wanna fuck you so hard, right now," he breathed—desperately, into the skin there.
Colin's cock was hard—again! It took all his strength—physical and mental—to push George away. "No, we can't," he whined.
"What? Why?" George looked down at him. Colin couldn't help but smile at the look on George's face. He looked so miserable, like a baby deprived of its favorite blanket.
"Because..." Colin explained slowly, "we have classes today…and before that, we have breakfast, which should be interesting, or have you forgotten?"
"Oh…well," George looked like he was racking his brains for any excuse to get into Colin's ass. "Shower," he finally exclaimed!
"Yes, a shower would be lovely," Colin laughed.
"Yeah, come on!" George leaped off the bed, turning his head from side to side until he spotted the newly-appeared door in the room. "There it is, let's go!"
Colin climbed out of the bed and ran after George, just as eagerly, into the bathroom.
They both gasped as they stepped into the bathroom. The tile floor was warm with fluffy red rugs placed in front of the two sinks, the large tub, and the very spacious shower.
"We are so using that tub when we have more time," George stated. Colin smiled but didn't have time to day dream about it. George was pulling over to the shower in the next second. Colin stood behind him as George turned the knobs. "Hot water! I need hot water!" he babbled. Colin laughed out loud.
"Eager much?" he smirked.
"Look at my cock." George turned around, and Colin looked down at it. It was still achingly hard.
"Oh…oh I see you are quite eager," Colin stepped forward, reaching for it in a trance-like state.
"Uh-uh," George swatted Colin's hands away. "In the shower," he said as he turned Colin around by the shoulders, urging him in.
Colin stepped immediately under the warm spray. He anticipated George to attack him immediately, but it didn't come. It didn't come until he had washed the last suds of shampoo out of his hair—the moment he was most relaxed and least prepared. He was just opening his eyes when George swept in, wrapping his arms around Colin's slim frame. He invaded Colin's mouth with wet, hot, deeply sexual kisses. Colin let his eyes immediately fall shut again, pressing his body against George, resisting nothing he offered.
"You gonna tell me No this time?" George growled in his ear.
"Do I have a choice?" Colin moaned back, pushing his fingers into George's wet hair.
George suddenly gripped Colin by the ass, pulling him up. Colin instantly wrapped his legs around George, feeling that hard long cock press against his entrance, begging for entrance. Their tongues were dueling again. Before he realized what was happening, his back was against the wall, and George was pressing into him, slowly at first. Colin gasped into George's mouth, eyes opening wide. Though the water was sufficient, it didn't have the same effect that lube did. He gripped George's shoulders tight, willing his body to relax.
He inhaled sharply as the head finally popped in. "Fuck fuck fuck," he muttered.
"You okay?" George worried.
"Yeah…lube? Please?" He asked quietly.
"Right here. Sorry I didn't think of it before." George found a bottle of lube beside them in the shower, obviously provided by the room of requirement. "Here, you do it." He handed the bottle to Colin.
Colin squeezed a more than sufficient amount of lubrication into his hand before reaching behind him and awkwardly coating the length that wasn't already in his ass. "Thank you," he whispered to George when he had finished.
"You ready, baby?"
Colin brought his arms around George's neck again, bringing their lips back together. He pushed his bottom down, urging George to begin. George moaned into the kiss, arms coming tight around Colin's waist.
In one swift, sharp motion, he buried himself in Colin's ass.
"OH yes! George!" Colin practically screamed, head snapping back, hitting the tile. "Do it again, please, fuck please!" He begged, unable to restrain himself.
George repositioned his hands swiftly so that they were under each cheek of Colin's ass cheeks. He pulled out slowly and slammed back in, growling low as he did.
"Again?" he teased the wanton boy against the wall.
"Yesssss…" Colin begged, bringing his eyes to meet George's. "Please, George," he whispered, doing all he could to make his blue eyes beg for him.
George moaned at the sight. "Kiss me," he demanded.
Colin brought their lips together as George began thrusting in and out of his ass.
"Please, please go faster," Colin begged.
"Lean back, hold my shoulders," George rushed.
Colin obeyed, even though he didn't quite understand. He pressed his back into the wall, arms straight so he could reach George's shoulders.
"Spread your legs," George released another order.
Again, Colin obeyed, despite the confusion. George held him up with his dick and his hands. As soon as he started thrusting again, Colin understood the position completely. It was awkward and uncomfortable, but it was the best fucking angle he had ever felt in his life. His hands slipped to George's biceps, but that only made it better. He pulled when George thrust, making every thrust harder. Black spots were appearing at the corners of his vision.
"You're so beautiful, Colin, so…fucking….sexy," George was saying, pounding hard, long, and good.
Colin smiled at the praise, eyes rolling back. Suddenly, without any warning, he was cumming. It felt like it had been pulled from the inside, wrenched from his body, and he had absolutely no control over it. It felt so good…so good…all he could do was scream.
George was gasping, losing his rhythm…then he thrust one last time—hard—and he was coming deeper than he ever had into Colin's gripping, quivering hole.
George collapsed onto his knees, holding Colin tight. They were gasping and breathing ragged, subconsciously gripping at each other, kissing and biting anywhere they could reach. Finally, as though they were searching for just this contact, their lips touched. They moaned simultaneously into the kiss. At the same time, George slowly eased himself out of Colin.
"Sst," Colin winced slightly.
"You okay? Did I hurt you?" George asked, bringing his hand up to stroke the wet hair from Colin's face.
"Oh, no," Colin said, still very much out of breath. "But…" he swallowed, trying to catch his breath. "You do realize that I'm going to walk with the most obvious limp today, right?"
George laughed into Colin's neck, then pulled them both to their feet. He directed Colin under the spray of water. "Well, do you think that anyone in this school will be surprised? It's not like they think you are topping me!"
Colin opened his eyes to glare at George, but couldn't hold the look. He ended up laughing along with him, pulling his tall lover to him. "Kiss me again, please." He smiled up at George as sweetly as possible.
"I really can't get enough of you," George said. He kissed Colin slowly. "Now…we have a grand entrance to make at breakfast. And judging by the amount of time we've spent in this shower, we'll be fashionably late. Everyone should be there to witness our Outing!"
"This should be interesting," Colin laughed, reaching for the soap.