Entry tags:

fred, george, rated: r, weasleycest

Just a Prank, for nishizono
Title: Just A Prank
Author: *unknown*
Recipient: nishizono
Pairing: Fred/George
Rating: R
Summary: Sometimes pranks backfire.
Prompt: Dirty talk, sexual tension, seduction; first time Fred/George.
-Fred and George have discovered the intarwebz. They exchange naughty emails, both unaware of their partner's identity.
A/N: Thanks to M. for looking this over.
DH Spoilers: None

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It was a prank. Just a bit of a laugh. I never imagined it would go as far as it has, not really. Maybe there had been a few fumblings in the dark when we were kids, but that didn’t mean anything. Stuff like that happens all the time in the dorms of boarding schools, right? Even between brothers.

So I sent him a dirty e-mail. Nothing too hard, just a little pervy to wind him up. I played it as a secret admirer kind of thing. Pretended I was someone who saw him at the shop, just to watch him try to figure which clerk, or customer or delivery person it might be. I thought he’d catch me out right away. That he would know it was me. That he would know it was a joke.

I saw you again today at your shop and I can no longer keep my thoughts to myself. You laughed at something a customer said and the sound went right through me. I had a wicked idea of how I could make you laugh like that for me. Then I thought of other sounds I’d like to hear you make. What I would do to make you sigh, to make you moan, to make you whimper and cry out. Where I would put my hands. Where I would put my mouth.

I watched him read it. Watched his ears go red. I watched as his tongue darted out and swiped at his bottom lip. I felt a jolt of triumph at a prank well pulled. Any moment he would look up and tell me about it. I schooled my features to perfect innocence for his accusation.

He didn’t look around, just started typing. He never said a word to me. He finished at the computer, went into the kitchen and made tea. Maybe it wasn’t all that funny.

I knew there was someone watching. I could feel your stare like a hand in the small of my back. I felt your want flutter across my shoulder blades. Your desire caressing down my back. If you run your hands over my ribs, I’ll sigh. Your mouth at the hollow of my throat would make me moan. I would whimper as your fingers pressed into my thighs and cry out at the feel of your tongue swiping along my hipbone.

That wasn’t at all what I had been expecting. He knows it’s me. He must be playing. Trying to turn it back on me. If I push it up a notch, he won’t be able to keep it up. He’ll crack first. It’s my prank I won’t back down now.

I want to devour the noises my hands on your body draw out. My mouth pressed to yours, breathing it in. My fingers skating across your chest, massaging the muscles, pinching your nipples. My palms sliding up to cradle your face, another sigh that I would lap up and swallow down.

One hand moving to your shoulder, kneading. The other tightening on your hip to move you closer, to let you feel how your sighs and moans are affecting me.
I want to mark you with my teeth. I want to suck bruises on your skin. I want to map every angle, every dip, every crease with my tongue.

I want to see you writhing beneath me. Begging for morehardernow. I want to be buried inside you when you come.

I guess it’s not a joke anymore. I think I’ve gone too far for a prank. We’re close, but how close are we? What would be worse, finding out your brother played a prank that got so far out of hand or that your brother wants to put his hands on you?

Come away from the computer, brother and come to bed.

It was a prank. Just a bit of a laugh. I never imagined it would go as far as it has, but I’m not sorry.