It was becoming routine for Colin to bolt out of Potions at the end of class, and today was no different; the realization that he wanted Professor Snape was quite alarming and unsettling for him. He rushed up the stairs and out of the dungeons, shooting straight for the Transfiguration corridor for his next class. Somehow, he wasn't surprised to see George leaning against the wall beside the boys' bathroom, waiting for him.
Colin couldn't keep a smile off his face as he slowed his stride, approaching his boyfriend, who had not yet noticed his presence. Colin was able to walk right up to him in the crowded hallway without him noticing. He tugged shyly on George's sleeve to get his attention.
As soon as he looked down at Colin, George's smile brightened. "Hey baby," he said quietly. Colin gasped slightly in surprise as George wrapped his arms around his waist, pulling his feet completely off the ground, and kissed him sweetly on the lips. Just as he was getting over the shock of being literally swept off his feet and pressed against his boyfriend for a kiss in a crowded corridor, someone wolf-whistled from across the hallway. Colin felt his blush burn furiously, and he buried his face in George's shoulder. George just chuckled and carried Colin into the bathroom.
George immediately walked into the first stall and pressed Colin against the wall. Colin quickly caught on, and wrapped his legs around George's waist. Everything became heated very fast. George kissed Colin senseless, squeezing his ass and pressing his erection against Colin as he did.
Colin had no idea what made George suddenly attack him at that moment, but he didn't question it either. He turned himself over to George, exposing his neck when George's lips sought out the skin there. He thrust his hands into George's hair, pulling in a way that kept George close. He arched into the fabric covered cock that was poking persistently at his ass. Colin moaned loudly when George pressed a palm against his cock and bit down on his neck hard.
"Shhhh," George breathed into his neck, continuing to rub deliriously good on Colin's hardness. "You don't want anyone to hear us, do you?"
"Oh, fuck, I don't care," he whispered. "Are…are you going to fuck me right here?"
George pulled his face out of Colin's neck, where he had been consistently sucking on a patch of skin, and smiled wickedly at him. "I wasn't planning on it…until you got so shy out there…it's so fucking sexy." He brought their lips together again as Colin blushed at the praise, kissing him hard, but quick. "I actually brought that ointment I told you about. I figured you would be sore after this morning." He smiled again.
"Will…will you…will you apply it like you said you would?" He blushed furiously at the request he was making, but kept looking straight at George. "Please?" he added, thrusting against George the best he could.
George's response was immediate. He spun Colin around, pressing his face and chest into the stall door in a flash. Colin gasped as George pressed against his back, his hands undoing Colin's belt and unfastening his pants. George yanked hard on his slacks, taking the underwear with them, down to Colin's knees.
"Spread your legs more," George whispered from above him.
Colin did as he was told, spreading his legs as far as his pants would allow. He moaned as George slid his hands up his shirt, rubbing across his nipples and sliding his nails teasingly against his skin. He arched his back, wanting that touch to move lower and pressing his ass against George.
"P..please, George!" he whimpered. Even as he said it, George lowered a hand and wrapped it around Colin's leaking erection. "Yesss," Colin rasped. He was vaguely aware that George's other hand was fumbling with something behind him, because it was not on Colin's body. When he felt cold, wet fingertips rubbing into the crack of his ass, he understood. He threw his head back against George's chest, pushing his ass further onto George's fingers. "Yes, please, George, please."
"I have to spread the ointment inside you," George squeezed Colin's cock on the word inside, causing Colin to yelp.
"OH yes yes, please go inside me, please!" Colin begged, not caring that anyone could walk in the bathroom and hear him. All he wanted was for those fingers to be inside and for that hand to continue stoking his dick.
"Do you think if I finger fuck you hard and fast that the ointment will still do its job?" George teased. Colin didn't have time to respond, though; George pushed one finger roughly inside.
Colin gasped as his body readily accepted the digit. His head flew forward against the stall door as he subconsciously bent over, spreading himself more. "Please do it," he urged George, circling his ass, trying to make that finger move.
"You look so hot like this," George circled his finger in Colin's ass, being sure to coat the passage well. Colin looked so sexy before him. His legs spread, back arched, ass begging to be fucked. There was no trace of the shy boy here.
"If you don't fuck me with that finger right now, I swear I will do it myself!" Colin tried to sound forceful, but the whimper at the end took the edge off.
"I'd like to see that," George answered.
"You will, later, I promise, just please do it," he begged.
"Mmm…I'm holding you to that," George said before thrusting a second, cream coated finger into Colin.
"Oh, Merlin yes!" Colin gasped. He arched his back further, spreading himself even more for George's fingers. A sob escaped him as George began pumping his fingers in and out, crooking them to massage against his prostate every time. His other hand tightened on Colin's cock, stroking it faster. Colin knew he wasn't going to last long at all. He bucked his hips back and forward, fucking himself on those fingers and thrusting his cock into that hand.
George thrust his fingers inside Colin's ass one final time, holding them there to circle that magical spot inside him; he fisted Colin's cock even faster.
Colin threw his head back, mouth open with only small gasps coming out. He tried not to move—everything George was doing was so good, so perfect—he didn't want to mess it up.
"Oh, please please please don't stop doing that…I'm going to come," he groaned. A few strokes of George's hand later and he came all over the stall door, panting and making much more noise than was advisable in the public restroom.
He would have slid down onto the floor, but George's strong, long arms wrapped around his waist, carrying his weight. He leaned limp against the door as George pulled his underwear and pants up. He turned around when that was done, and allowed George to adjust his pants and robes.
He smiled lazily up at George, then stepped eagerly forward, pressing his body against George's, standing on his toes to reach George's lips. As he snaked his tongue into George's mouth, his hand moved over George's very hard dick.
"Mmm," he moaned into George's mouth, "I think we should skip classes for the rest of the day."
"I'm intrigued…oh that feels good," George responded as Colin unzipped his fly and slipped his hand into his trousers. "But you have Transfiguration…you know McGonagall won't let you get away with skipping."
"I don't care," Colin whined. "I'll take a detention."
"Maybe…" George breathed, looking down at Colin, who was stroking his cock as though this was his method of convincing him. "What other classes will you miss?"
"Just History of Magic." Colin said, making the class sound unimportant. "Binns won't even notice I'm missing…" He sped his hand up and smiled as George gasped and closed his eyes.
"I…oh…I don't know…you'll get in trouble…" George wasn't making much of an argument, too busy enjoying every stroke of Colin's small hand.
"Please, George?" Colin begged, dropping to his knees before George.
"What…what are you doing?" George looked down at him, his eyes hooded with lust.
"I'm going to suck your cock," Colin was looking up at George, using his wide blue eyes as ammunition to get what he wanted. "Don't you want me to? I won't have time if I have to go to class," he said innocently, still looking up at George.
"Okay, just….please…please touch me again, you bad little tease," he laughed at the end, knowing that Colin's pale skin, blond hair, and blue eyes had whipped him senseless. He would give Colin anything.
Colin grinned, eagerly pulling George's erection out of his pants and to his lips. He immediately put the tip into his mouth, moaning as he lapped up the fluid already leaking from the tip. He watched George above him, moaning and gasping, spluttering words of praise down to him. He took more of the length into his mouth, humming again around it.
I love this, he thought. He sucked more enthusiastically, and more confidently. His thoughts flashed back to the first time he had ever done this to George, in the Room of Requirement. He had been so nervous…but now…I'm a fucking natural, he thought to himself as George growled, gripping his hair tight and shooting delicious warm cum into the back of his throat.
"Where are you going?" George pulled Colin's arms, looking at him confusedly.
"To the Room of Requirement. Isn't that where we're headed?" He asked.
"No, let's go up to the Gryffindor Tower. Everyone in your year's in class…so we can use your room." George grinned.
"I…oh, I didn't think of that. Yeah…yeah let's go do that." Colin shot off in the direction of the Gryffindor tower, occasionally smiling back at George as if to say hurry up!
Finally, they reached the tower. They quickly skirted across the common room, where only a few older students were scattered around. We are so obvious, Colin laughed to himself as they received a few curious glances. They reached the stairs and climbed them quickly, bursting into Colin's dorm room—George slamming the door on accident.
"You should probably lock that, just in case," Colin suggested, already removing his robes. "And perhaps a silencing charm…I would do it myself, but I'm not very good at them." He continued, unbuttoning his shirt.
"I got it," George said. When he turned around, it was to a shirtless, smiling Colin lurking towards him. "I think it's time you gave me that show…"
Colin grinned slowly, changing directions. "You want to see something?" he asked as he headed to his bed.
"A few things, actually, and all of them are below your waist," George quipped.
"Come here," Colin laughed. I can't believe I'm about to show him this, he thought; nevertheless, he got on his knees and reached under his bed to retrieve a rather large box.
"What is that?" George asked, sitting on the bed and peering down at Colin.
Colin looked up at him, blushing furiously. Bravely, he said, "My toys."
"Your toys?" George looked confused for only a second, then "ooohhh…your toys?"
"Yeah, you wanna see?" Colin blushed again, still in slight disbelief that he's allowing anyone—even George—to see just how much of a fiend he is.
"Um, duh…" George smiled at Colin, eyebrows raised expectantly.
Colin swallowed thickly and quickly removed the lid. He watched as George's eyes widened.
"Holy shit! It's like a rainbow of cock in there!" George exclaimed. "Hey—wait!" he protested as Colin put the lid back on.
"I shouldn't have shown you!" Colin groaned in embarrassment, trying with fumbling hands to secure the lid back on the box and shove it under the bed. Fuck, this is embarrassing.
"Wait, no!" George dropped to his knees on the floor beside Colin. He gripped Colin by the wrists, "Look at me, Colin."
Colin slowly looked at him. He was so embarrassed that he felt like he would cry. "What are you thinking about me? You think I'm weird?" He asked George so quietly that George had to lean closer to hear.
"No," George said sincerely. He leaned down to kiss Colin on the lips, slowly at first.
Colin eventually relaxed into the kiss, loving the feel of George's hands around his wrists. When one of those hands moved, he pulled apart just enough to separate their lips.
George was removing the lid from the box, still looking at Colin, not breaking eye contact.
"Show me which one's your favorite," he whispered. "Then I'm going to watch you fuck yourself with it."
Colin swallowed heavily, his breathing already becoming shallow at the image in his mind. He looked at George for another minute before looking into the box. Of course, his favorite was right on top. It was long, with average girth. But what made it Colin's favorite wasn't the size; the base could be made to stick securely to any surface with a very simple incantation. He reached for it, but hesitated, turning red again as he looked at George.
"Go ahead," George urged him.
Colin quickly reached into the box and grabbed the dildo, not sure what to do once he had removed it from the box.
"Somehow, I thought it would be bigger…" George wondered aloud.
"None of these are as big as you," Colin admitted. He blushed as George smiled slyly, rising from the floor and pulling Colin up with him. When they were standing, George pulled Colin against him, kissing him slow and sweet.
"Now…where's your camera?" George asked quietly as he pulled away.
"My…" Colin was dazed for a moment. "My camera?"
"Yeah, I want to be able to watch this anytime I want…is that okay?"
"Sure…it's in my trunk." Colin said shyly, though his cock was rapidly hardening not only at the thought of George watching him, but at the somewhat scary idea of being on the other side, of his own camera.
"You get comfortable, and I'll get it," George kissed him quickly on the lips before going to the end of the bed to retrieve the camera.
Colin turned around, deciding exactly how he wanted George to see him. He brought the chair beside his bed away from the wall, placing it so that it faced his bed. He had never done it this way, for fear of being caught by his dorm mates; he was hoping it would be as erotic as he imagined. He put the dildo on the edge of the chair and muttered the incantation to make it stay in place. As the fake purple cock swayed slightly, Colin could help but get a little nervous. Oh my god, I can't believe I'm about to do this, but he mentally slapped himself at the thought, get it together! If he can fuck me, he can watch me!
"Oh fuck."
Colin turned around at the sound of George's voice. George was looking at Colin and slowly removing his clothes.
"This is going to be the hottest thing I've ever seen, I already know it," he said with a needy release of breath at the end.
Colin just smirked at him, watching him remove his clothes until he was completely naked.
"Sit down…" Colin whispered. He smiled at the sight of George's cock stiffening slowly. When George picked up the camera, aiming it at him, Colin began.
Slowly, he unbuttoned his black school slacks and lowered the zipper. He pulled his erection out of his pants, slowly stroking it a few times, smearing pre cum all over the head. He bit his cheek to keep from smiling too big as George's cock twitched in response.
"Yes, please keep going," George said very quietly, begging from behind the camera.
Colin kept going, letting his pants drop to the floor and stepping out of them. He turned his back on George, and bent over seductively as he shed his boxers. He smiled to himself again when he heard George moan at the sight. Now completely naked, he quickly walked over to the still open box, only a couple of feet way, reached inside, and pulled out his bottle of lube.
Returning to the chair, he dropped to his knees before it, and bending over, put himself on display for George to see everything. He could hear George shifting on the bed behind him. He quickly squeezed lube onto his fingers, and reached a hand behind him. Arching his back and spreading his knees as far as he could, he rubbed his fingers around his tight ring of muscle. He closed his eyes as he slid a finger inside.
George moaned very loud from behind him. When Colin pushed the second finger into himself, he began rocking his hips as his fingers scissored inside him. "Oh, George, this feels so good…" he lifted his body with his free hand and turned his head to look at George. George was still pointing the camera straight at him, but his other hand was holding the base of his cock. Colin put all of his prowess into putting on the sexiest show he could. He moaned, whimpered, and arched more than necessary, very aware of how much George was enjoying it, if George's verbal responses were anything to go by.
Stretched beyond necessary, he pulled his fingers from his body and lifted himself from the floor. "Ready?" he asked.
"Yes," George hissed, his hand now stroking very slowly over his leaking prick.
Colin lubed the length of the dildo before lining it up with his hole. He looked George in the eye and lowered slowly onto it, his legs spread. "Oooohhhh," he exhaled slowly and quietly.
"Does it feel good?" George whispered, stroking himself a little faster.
"Oh yeah…" Colin answered, lifting himself up and down slowly, loving the feel of his favorite dildo sliding in and out of him. He moved both of his hands to his package, one hand moving to stroke his erection, the other holding his balls. He quickly sped up, closing his eyes and tossing his head back, enjoying the sensations in his body. He could feel George's eyes on him, and it made him blush; He could feel the heat in his face and chest. His legs were beginning to ache, but he didn't stop.
"I'm going to fuck you so hard," George suddenly growled.
Colin's eyes snapped to George, who had kept an even pace on his own cock. "Yes," Colin whimpered, fisting his own cock harder and faster as he rode the dildo.
"I can't wait to come inside you," George continued. His eyes devoured Colin.
Colin blushed even more as George's eyes looked further down, watching the dildo disappear into him. "George….I want you…please...you're so much better."
"Come here," George didn't hesitate in his response.
Colin quickly pulled himself off the dildo, and grabbed the bottle of lube from the floor on his way to George. George had stood up, and took the lube from Colin.
"On your knees—on the bed," George's words ran together as he quickly coated himself with the lube.
Colin scrambled onto the bed, bending over on his hands and knees. "Please hurry," he whined, "I need your cock so bad." He gasped as George grabbed his hips and pulled him to the edge of the bed so that his feet were dangling over the edge. In the next instant, George's hand was on the back of his head, shoving his face into the mattress. Then his ass was suddenly full of every inch of George's long, fat, bulging cock. "OH MY GOD YES!" he yelled, not able to restrain himself at all.
"How does this compare to your favorite toy?" George teased, not moving at all inside George, though his hands were betraying him. They were everywhere on Colin's body, grabbing handfuls of his ass and spreading him further apart.
"Fuck, George, nothing compares to your cock—nothing!" Colin couldn't focus. George had just roughly shoved his cock in his ass without the slightest warning, and now he wasn't moving, and was expecting Colin to answer questions. "Please fuck me George! Please, I'll do anything, just please move." He didn't expect for George to immediately do it; he gasped when George pulled back, almost completely out of him, and slammed back in with such force that Colin could only open his mouth, gasping and gaping like a fish out of water.
"Is that what you want?" George asked, still with a growl in his voice.
"Oh, god yes," Colin pleaded. George had never been this violent with him, and he was loving every second of it. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as George pulled out again and slammed back in. This time he didn't pause. He continued pounding into Colin, pulling almost completely out with every stroke.
"You-look-so-fucking-good." Every word George said was punctuated with a thrust. He tightened his hold on Colin's hips and began thrusting much faster.
Colin couldn't imagine anything better than being fucked like he was right now. When George pumped into his body faster, he let his body be pulled along for the ride. He wasn't entirely aware that he was saying, "yesyesyesyesyesyes," in an increasingly high pitched voice.
Then suddenly—"Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum!" he cried, lifting onto his hands and doing his best to meet George's thrusts. He looked over his shoulder, and George met his eyes. The sight of George, sweaty with every muscle in his body straining as he fucked him so hard, and giving Colin a half smile, pushed Colin right to that edge. It was when George quirked his eyebrow and said with an alarming dominance, "Go ahead…cum…" that Colin came, gasping and panting as George continued to pound into him. When every ounce was drained from him, he let his head collapse back onto the bed. George thrust a few more times before shouting his release into the limp form below him.
George didn't immediately collapse onto Colin. Instead, he stood there with his cock still buried inside the nearly incoherent boy below him. "Colin…" he began, clearly out of breath, "you have…the best ass…I have ever….been in…and…I'm not so sure anymore…that I'm willing to share it with Harry and Draco."
"Huh?" Colin mumbled into the comforter below him. He winced as George slowly removed himself from his ass. He carefully crawled up the bed and lowered onto his stomach. "I wasn't aware that there was a possibility of either of them being in my ass." He dead panned due to exhaustion. He opened his eyes when he felt George lay down beside him. "You think you could clean me up? I feel coated with lube and cum."
George fumbled around for his wand before locating it near the pillows. He cast a charm that sent tingles all over Colin's lower half before tossing it aside again.
"Thank you," he smiled as George settled in beside him.
"You really think they have no intention of fucking you tonight?" George asked.
"Well…they didn't say that…they said it was like a double date, right?" Colin asked.
George laughed lightly, looking at the Colin with the most…loving, Colin thought… look in his eyes. He stroked Colin's sweaty hair back from his forehead before answering. "Hear this the right way, baby…"
"Okay," Colin scrunched his eyebrows, not having a clue what George would say that started with a phrase like that.
"You're a little naïve. Harry's flirting with you during the DA meetings and making eyes at you right in front of me. He's also aware that you've watched him and Draco…and I'm sure he knows you have a crush on him," he hurried on at the defiant look on Colin's face at the word crush, "even if it is only a sexual thing." He paused for just a moment, then added, "He doesn't want me and you to meet him and Draco just to hang out and chat…they want a four-way, baby." He smiled gently at Colin.
Colin sat up on his elbows and looked down at George. Oh god, what should I say to that…he worried. The truth, his own thoughts answered him. "Well…" he began.
"Well, what?" George urged.
"Do you want a…a four-way with them?" he asked quietly.
"I think I'd enjoy myself…I'd probably fuck you a million times harder than I did just now when it was over just to remind you that your ass is mine," he grinned wickedly.
Colin giggled and leaned over George, kissing him on the mouth.
"But what do you think of having sex with them…honestly?" George asked him.
"I think it sounds hot as hell," he replied bluntly, draping himself across George and propping himself up on his chest. "But I'm nervous, too. You're the only person I've been with…I wouldn't even know what to do with that many people. And…" he had to pause as he blushed at the thought that suddenly struck him.
"And what?" George asked, rubbing his hands gently up and down Colin's back.
Colin couldn't look into George's eyes as he continued, "What if I have to top someone? I'll probably embarrass myself by coming in two seconds."
"Well…I wish I could let you top me, but…I just…I'm just not the submissive type." George answered.
"Yeah, I know…I'm just nervous." He sighed.
"Colin, we don't have to meet them at all if you don't want," George offered.
"No, I want to!" Colin answered a bit too quickly. He blushed again as George laughed at him and raised his eyebrows knowingly. "I mean-"
"I know exactly what you mean, you little freak," George laughed as he turned them over so that he was laying almost on top of Colin.
"I'm not a freak," Colin mumbled, pouting up at George.
"You can't fool me with that innocent act anymore," he whispered, and kissed the pouting boy's lips. "How about you just let me, Harry, and Draco use you? You think you'd like us taking turns on you? Letting you be the perfect bottom you are? I think they'd be very impressed with that cock sucking mouth of yours." His voice got lower as he spoke.
Colin's breathing hitched involuntarily, as did his lower half. "I…" he breathed, "I…yes," was all he could manage.
"I'm going to be so jealous, but I can't wait to watch them do things to you…I'm bringing the camera, too."
"You don't think they'll mind?"
"No, I doubt it. We'll just have to be sure to give them copies." He laughed again.
They lay in comfortable silence for a few minutes, both exhausted from their activities but very much looking forward to that evening.
Colin broke the silence first.
"George?"
"Hmm?"
"So…earlier with Snape…" he stopped.
George lifted his head. "Yeah, did something happen?" He looked concerned.
"Um…no…but I thought this was probably a good time to tell you…" he stopped again, looking away from George and chewing his lip.
"You tell me everything, remember? Just say it, baby." He soothed.
Colin looked back at George, smiling at the pet name George had adopted for him. Then plowed on—why is it I'm always confessing something?—"I think I'm attracted to him." He held his breath waiting for George to respond.
"To Snape?" He asked, as though he needed confirmation.
Colin simply nodded his head in the affirmative.
"Well…I can't say I haven't thought it myself…" he admitted.
"Really?" Colin was surprised.
"Mmhmm…" he kissed Colin slowly. "I'll see what I can do about Snape…give me a few days." He lay back down on the bed, and pulled Colin's head onto his chest. "Let's take a nap."
Colin felt so good where he was. He had so many feelings inside him, directed to the perfect man he was laying with. At the very top of those feelings were three words. Before he had time to stop himself, he whispered, "George?"
"Yeah, baby?" George whispered back, running his fingers through Colin's hair and pulling him closer.
"I love you," Colin whispered even quieter, more nervous and more emotional than he had ever been in his life. George's hand stilled for a moment, before he tilted Colin's chin up, forcing Colin to look into his eyes. He kissed him almost chastely.
"I know…I love you, too, Colin Creevey," he replied so sweetly that Colin's eyes prickled with unshed tears. George tucked him closer to his body, and somehow managed to pull the covers over them both. With a flick of his wand, the bed curtains were closed and they were sounded by darkness.
Colin yawned again, and closed his eyes, hardly daring to believe that he could feel such happiness—who would have guessed that George Weasley would ever be in love with Colin Creevey.