Fic: So Much for Studying, Fred/George, NC-17 Title: So Much for Studying Author: Harleen harleen Pairings: Fred/George Word Count: 1040 Rating: NC-17 Warnings: Twincest, AU to Deathly Hallows Disclaimer: I don't own them and no money is being made from this. Summary: Fred and George take a break from studying. Author's Notes: Written for hp_prompts for the prompt: Autumn. All mistakes are my own. Cross-posted at my journal and at various places.
It was a sunny, gorgeous autumn day; the type with a light breeze and just the slightest hint of chill in the air. One of those days that was perfect for playing Quidditch or leaping into piles of leaves.
However, as much as the pair of identical redheads would have loved to be doing those things, they were instead sitting on a bench in the park, their noses buried in their textbooks. They had left Verity in charge of the shop for the afternoon so they could study, taking advantage of the beautiful weather.
It seemed a bit odd, seeing two wizards in their mid-twenties studying for their NEWTs. But they had decided to finally take them now that the reconstruction after the war was over, and Headmistress McGonagall had supported them in this endeavour.
Fred shook his head as he read, going over things he had long since had no use for in his life, but he was trying. George, however, seemed to have given up for the day. Sighing, he placed his book in his lap, leaning his head against his older brother's shoulder and closing his eyes.
"You know, I'm glad we did this," he said, his voice somewhat lazy as he snuggled Fred as best he could in a public place with others about.
Fred looked up from his book with a grin. "Yeah, I am too. This stuff's making my brain hurt though. Remind me why we agreed to take these?"
George chuckled a little. "Cause we wanted to say we finally did it?"
Fred nodded at that. "Yeah, not our fault that daft cow Umbridge kept us from taking them, really."
"Exactly, brother dear. Not that we need them though," George's tone had a slight hint of cheekiness to it.
"Of course we don't. But it does look good on the ol' resume, wouldn't you say?" Fred responded, emulating Percy a bit.
George couldn't help the laugh that escaped his lips. "Yes, I would say you are correct, as a matter of fact."
Fred smiled, closing his book. "Want to go find someplace private, love? I can think of much better ways to spend such a lovely afternoon outdoors."
George looked up at Fred's face, catching the almost feral glint in his twin's eyes. "Sounds bloody brilliant, let's do that."
Closing his own book, he stood up, and waited for Fred to join him. "That spot near the Burrow we used to sneak off to when we wished to be alone?"
"Perfect," Fred answered, and the two of them walked over to a safe spot so they could Apparate there together.
Once they arrived, George looked over at Fred with a naughty expression.
"Last one there gets to bottom!" he exclaimed, starting to make a run for it.
Laughing at his twin's declaration, Fred grabbed George's shirt at the hem. "Not so fast!"
"Ah, but you can't catch me!" George tried to break away but wasn't able to, so he and Fred ran together, laughing the whole way.
Once they reached the small clearing, Fred caught George around the waist, and the two of them tumbled onto the ground. He reached over and grabbed some leaves that were lying about, placing them in George's hair.
"Suits you," he stated with a wink.
"Wanker," George tried to glower up at him, but Fred was now unbuttoning his shirt, and he shivered a bit as his brother's hands ran over the small sprinkling of red hair on his chest.
"Care to repeat that?" Fred asked, gazing at his twin before kissing him.
George's response was lost as he snogged Fred back as if his life depended on it, his arms wrapping around his brother as they rolled around in the leaves. Soon there was a bit of a tussle as they tugged at each other's clothing, unable to get undressed quickly enough.
Watching as Fred concentrated on a simple wandless spell they had learned years before, George gave a low moan, which turned into a gasp as he felt his brother's fingers start to press into him. He arched up, wanting to get this done, unable to get enough of Fred. "Please...want you..."
"Do you, now?" Fred's smile was positively wicked as he moved to slick himself up.
"Yeah...want you to fuck me!" George panted, crying out as Fred took him with one sharp thrust.
"Fuck you? Oh, I'll fuck you all right..." he pulled out as far as he could stand before pushing back in again, over and over, lifting one of George's legs so he could slide in as deep as possible.
George felt the tip of his cock graze Fred's taut stomach, and couldn't hold back his groans. His hand moved to wrap around the shaft, stroking himself firmly in time with his brother's thrusts.
Fred looked at the sight before him and began to slam into George harder. "Fuck yeah...so horny for me, aren't you..." he managed around his moans and sighs.
"Yeah...so horny...so good. Gonna come, Fred..."
At those words, one of Fred's hands reached over and joined his brother's on his cock. "That's it, baby...scream for me."
"Oh...fuck!" George felt his body shudder as he started to come, his eyes sliding shut. Fred pushed into him twice, crying out loudly as he joined his twin.
Still panting, George reached up and pulled Fred into a deep snog before gazing at his with a crooked smile.
"So much for studying, Fredders," he said, brushing some stray strands of ginger out of Fred's eyes.
Returning the smile, Fred nodded. "We've got all the time in the world, Georgie," he noted, moving so he could take George into his arms.
"True enough," George replied, taking a big handful of leaves and dumping them on Fred's head with an evil grin.
"Oi! I'll get you!" Fred was trying to sound annoyed, but was actually laughing.
"You already have," George stated just before kissing Fred again.