|. (harleen) wrote in weasleytwins,|
@ 2007-09-02 01:47:00
Fic: What Tomorrow Brings, Fred/George, NC-17
Title: What Tomorrow Brings
Author: Harleen harleen
Word Count: 1000
Warnings: Twincest, mentions of het, hospital bed sex
Disclaimer: I don't own them and no money is being made from this.
Summary: Fred is going home from St. Mungo's in the morning, and he and George celebrate this in their own special way.
Author's Notes: Written for the IJ 'Bring Back the Porn' Challenge. This has yet to have a beta, so please bear with any mistakes. I have done a thorough self-beta though. This is canon compliant to Deathly Hallows until page 636, after that it is AU. So, yes, there are some spoilers here. Cross-posted at my journal and at various places.
"So, tomorrow's the big day," George observed, sitting on the edge of Fred's hospital bed and smiling down at his twin.
"Yeah, it appears so," Fred replied, "and not a moment too soon. I've been cooped up here for nearly three bloody months, It'll be good to get home again."
"I know." George moved to slip under the covers with Fred, turning his brother onto his left side so that his back was facing George's front. "Really? I'm just glad you're still here."
Neither twin wanted to think about Fred's brush with death during the Battle of Hogwarts, and how Fred was presumed dead until George found a weak pulse in Fred's neck. How Fred's life hung in the balance for nearly a fortnight, and George's heartbreak as he watched his twin struggle to stay alive. Until that wonderful day when Fred's eyes finally opened, George had been a wreck.
But that was all in the past now.
"I still can't believe you convinced Mum to let us go back to our flat. I was sure she'd make us go straight to the Burrow," Fred noted, groaning a bit as George tugged at his pyjama bottoms, pulling them down and then off.
"You know Mum would've smothered the hell out of you, Freddie. Besides, I figured we'd both be happier if we could wake up together every morning in our own bed." George grabbed his wand and Accioed over a tube of something, grinning as it reached his hand. Opening it up and smearing some of it onto his fingers, he moved back to lying down facing Fred again and gently placed one of his twin's legs over his own.
"I like that sound of that, love. I've missed that, you know," Fred answered, gasping as George's finger brushed against his entrance lightly, teasing him there for a moment before slipping inside.
"So have I. And really, you've always taken care of me all these years. It's time I returned the favour." George nipped at Fred's shoulder as he moved his finger in and out of his brother for a minute, then adding a second one, taking his time with this and stretching him a bit since it had been several months. The most they had done since Fred had been in hospital was stroking and sucking each other off when Fred was up to it.
Fred chuckled lightly, moaning and panting as George prepped him. "I like it when you take care of me, brother dear," he said with a mischievous grin, "especially like this."
"And I like taking care of you," George added, using his free hand to push down the waistband of his own pyjama bottoms, freeing his throbbing erection, removing his fingers from Fred and grabbing the lube again so he could slick himself up. "Since you'll be on bed rest for a while, I'll definitely be taking very good care of you, love."
Fred groaned again as he felt the tip of George's cock nudging against his opening, pushing back slightly as he felt his twin sliding into him. George's hands moved to Fred's hips, guiding him back, and he was making sure that Fred was all right.
Once he was fully inside his brother, George gave a low moan as he pulled out slightly and pushed back in.
"So, you and Pansy Parkinson, huh?" Fred asked, his eyes glazing over with lust as he moved with his twin. He knew it was a bit of an odd subject while he had his brother's cock buried inside him, but they'd had odder conversations while like this in the past.
"Yeah, can you believe it? The so-called Princess of Slytherin really is a sweetheart deep down. She's amazing, Fred," George answered, keeping the pace slow but steady. "And, what's this about you finally realising Katie Bell's been in love with you since we were twelve?"
Fred shook his head, pushing back onto George more. "Okay, so I'm a bloody daft wanker sometimes. But at least I can do something about it now."
George laughed a bit. "True. I'd suggest taking them out, but since you'll have to stay in for a while, maybe they can come over for dinner one night..."
"...And stay for breakfast the next morning?" Fred added with a wicked grin.
George laughed even more. "Well, you will be on bed rest..."
With that, he reached around and caught Fred's lips with his own, snogging his brother hard as he fucked Fred harder and faster. One of his hands reached around to stroke Fred's cock in time with his thrusts, causing Fred to push back onto George even more.
George started giving Fred everything he had, pushing his tongue into Fred's mouth, the hand on his twin's cock working him even more now. Fred gave one last hard push onto his brother, impaling himself as he began to come all over George's hand, crying out loudly into his mouth as George followed a few seconds later, coming hard deep inside his twin.
After a few moments, they broke the kiss, George resting his head on Fred's shoulder and smiling softly.
"Love you, Gred. Can't wait to get you home so I can take care of you," he said. wrapping his arms around Fred's chest and pulling him in close.
"Love you too, Forge. And I can't wait either," Fred responded, placing his own arms over George's as he shut his eyes and drifted off to sleep.
George moved just enough to pull out of Fred, watching him sleep and thinking about how lucky they both were, before joining his brother in happy dreams of what tomorrow would bring.