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Gift for neversleeps: Still Down Here (George/Lee)
Title: Still Down Here
Author: gryffindor_j
Recipient: neversleeps
Rating: R
Word Count: ~2500
Warnings: None other than the rating indicates
Summary: George isn't himself since Fred died, and everyone knows it. Maybe with Lee around he can start to be himself again.
Disclaimers: I do not own any thing in this story nor do I make a profit.
Notes: neversleeps I did my very best to give you angst and fit your request for "not a happy ending". I really hope I as able to do that for you. Thanks to my beta for her brilliance and hotness.



It could be difficult to be around George, he knew that. His family and most other people pretended like everything was fine when it was clear everything wasn’t fine. George didn't fault them for that because he knew in actuality he was a gigantic mess.

He put on a brave face for the shop. Sometimes that was easy because he couldn't imagine letting Fred down and allowing their dream to become a wasteland. Other times it was beyond difficult. He would think of an idea for a new product and knew that part of the idea was bollocks and it needed to be honed, but there was no one there to do that with him. When those times came he would find a crate and a dark corner in the back of the shop and sit, waiting for closing time. He had enough employees that they could take care of business without him.

At family gatherings he was polite and helpful and never caused his mother a moment's distress. It was so unlike him—but not really. He really wasn't him without being part of a them.

George was like this for a very long time, until he started to see Lee more often. Lee, he had dropped by the shop only to find George sitting on a crate. George must have been a pathetic sight because Lee immediately grabbed him and took him out for a drink. (Lee could be a little cheap and rarely paid for anything when he could get out of it.) George had several drinks that afternoon and the afternoon two days later. It quickly became George's and Lee's practice to go out and get pissed together every few days, and George enjoyed it a lot. It was easier to forget and to be something other than the remaining half of a whole when he was out with Lee drinking.
They could also talk about Fred together—or rather mention him. Neither one of them really wanted to discuss Fred in any sort of detail; that would always be too painful.

Sometimes Lee would mention Fred, and George would see a slight color in his cheeks that wasn't from the firewhisky. George would remember the nights, the countless numbers of them, when he heard Fred in Lee's bed or vice versa. George would have to look away from Lee and take a swig of his drink before his face betrayed that he remembered the sounds too well. Kissing, sheets rustling, whispers, hisses, moans, stifled cries of pleasure; all of those things and more. They never laughed together though; Fred only truly laughed with George around. George would remember that and smile privately to himself knowing that he had a piece of Fred that not even Lee could have. There were, however, parts of Lee that George wanted, the ones Fred had had too.

They had started drinking at six, when Weasley's Wizard's Wheezes had closed, and hadn't stopped since. It was now two in the morning and they stood in line at a place that Lee insisted sold the best late night curry in London. The tiny hole in the wall was packed and they stood practically in one another shoes. Every time someone moved in line they bumped into one another. After a violent shove from the back of the line George fell into Lee, almost bringing them both to the ground. Luckily Lee's feet were solidly planted, and he caught George and himself, setting them both firmly on their feet. "You all right?" Lee said with a wide smile.
"Yeah, sorry. Sodding queue," George grumbled in reply.

"Good." Lee patted George on the shoulder, and before he turned back around George felt Lee's hand brush the front of his jeans. It was possibly an accident but with Lee you never really knew. Lee was a fantastic flirt, not only when he was drunker than an off duty watchwizard, but almost always. He had an easy, bright smile, looked people in the eyes when he talked to them, and had a way of listening to you that made you feel so comfortable that you would surely be telling your deepest thoughts to him within hours of meeting him. He also touched you in these seemingly innocent but somehow intimate ways. A brush of the hand, a touch on the arm that lingered slightly, his thigh bumping into yours underneath the table, a finger brushing against your arse or in this case your cock.
Having successfully got their food they sat on the steps to someone's house as they shoveled curry into their mouths. George's nose ran from the spices; on a dare, from Lee, he had ordered the spiciest kind they offered.
"Brilliant? Isn't it?" Lee said with a wide smile.

"Easy for you to say," George sniffed, wiping his nose on his shirt sleeve. "Your mouth isn't about to fucking burn off. GOD! My lips are fucking killing me!" Lee laughed at George's whinging and slid closer to him. He studied George's swollen lips and his smile faded. George was about to pull back, not sure why Lee was looking at him that way, but before he could move Lee's mouth was on his. Lee kissed him softly and slowly. Tenderly brushing his tongue across George's lips. Lee pulled away before George was finished enjoying the sensation of the kiss.
"Better?" Lee asked, smiling again.

George cleared his throat, "Um—yeah." He looked down at his food and his stomach suddenly became very uninterested in it.

Lee finished eating and they both stumbled back to their flats to pass out in their own beds, all alone.

It was after that night that George and Lee started to snog on a regular basis, but they were always drunk before anything other than a touch of their hands. It wasn't that George had a problem with kissing a bloke - that was hardly the case, he'd done a lot more than just snog a bloke or two or ten. It was the want he had for Lee that was different, and it frightened George. Even balls deep in some bloke's arse aching to come, George hadn't wanted anyone like he wanted Lee.

A touch from Lee's hands caressing his jaw and fingers flitting across his neck was so amazing that even a slight glance at Lee's hands could make George hard. Every fiber of George's body ached for more of Lee, and when Lee's tongue would toy with his, George's entire body screamed for more!more!more! George began to pull Lee closer with each snog, and move in every way he could to get Lee to touch every inch of his body. Lee could be the salve to every wound George carried.

Finally, gratefully and ungratefully, the kissing led to rubbing on one another hard and fast. Clothes were never removed, probably because they were always in an alley or loo somewhere. Lee would push his crotch to George's hip, grinding his cock into George's side as he bit his neck. His tongue and teeth sailing across George's exposed skin as he writhed up and down, faster and faster till he came. George would fuck himself against Lee's thigh, which was firmly set between his legs.

The first time it happened George felt almost sated as his come stained his pants and ran down his balls and thighs. Almost. It wasn't enough and it quickly grew old. George needed more. Needed Lee to press into him, wrap his hand around his bare cock and stroke him long and slow until George was screaming out his want and finally coming because of Lee's touch. George didn't know how to accomplish this. Lee provided a solace and George could not risk losing that,. He needed to have something.
For what felt like ages they only came in their own pants, panting like dogs, George biting his lip till it bled to keep from calling out Lee's name. George wasn't sure when that finally ended, but he remembered it might have been around his birthday. George did his best to forget when his birthday was because it meant that it was supposed to be Fred's birthday too and it felt better to forget the day all together, not to mention the weeks around it. Lee had come by and wanted George to leave earlier than he ever had. George didn't have a problem saying "yes", as it could be a chore to get through every day sober.

They started out the night with two pints, but that was far too boring for them. It was easier to order a bottle of whisky and keep two glasses at the table. Lee was drinking harder than normal that night and George wasn't about to be left behind. They matched each other shot for shot.
Some time very late into the night they got thrown from the pub for almost causing a fight over a recent Quidditch match, or maybe it was over the finer points of traveling by broom instead of Floo powder. George was more pissed than he had been in ages and even two minutes into the argument he wasn't sure what it was about. He and Lee stumbled into the street in one another's arms. Lee was drunker than George remembered ever seeing him, even drunker than the night Gryffindor won the Quidditch Cup.
They began to walk down the street but hadn't even made it three steps before Lee pressed George to the side of a brick building and was pushing his tongue roughly into George's mouth. Lee pulled away but clung to George's shirt, looking intensely into his eyes. "Take me back to your flat," Lee begged.

"Really?" George said sounding more shocked then he wanted to.

"I've wanted you to fuck me for ages." Lee pulled George in for another kiss. "Take me, don't tell me 'no' again."

George didn't remember denying Lee, but his head wasn't ever really clear when they were together. They groped and touched each other the whole way back to Diagon Alley. George's cock was already leaking pre-come by time they made it to the stairs of his place.

They fell to the rug, Lee gripping tight to George's hair. Lee kissed him soft and sweet; his lips roamed over George's, his tongue moved softly into George's mouth. Each movement of his lips and tongue meant something. They were slow and methodic, like Lee was savoring a very fine meal.

George pulled at Lee's shirt, lifting it over his head. George could see parts of Lee's skin were illuminated by the moonlight coming in from the window.. Lee ducked his head to keep kissing. George ran his hands over Lee's body, feeling the tightness of his arms, the arch of his shoulder blades as Lee leaned on top of him. He tugged at the buttons of his own shirt, pulling it off to feel himself chest to chest with Lee. George moaned as so much of his skin touched Lee's. It was like George had been granted a wish he wanted so badly that he hadn't even admitted it to himself.
Lee pushed his hips to George's, wordlessly telling him to take off more than their shirts. George reached for his own jeans to undo the fly and shove them off his hips as Lee toed his own shoes off. George's pants and denims pooled around his knees, and he reached for Lee's belt and tugged quickly. Lee broke his kiss and rocked back, sitting on his heels. He undid his trousers and then stood to throw them off. He pulled off his pants, revealing his long, thick, mouthwatering cock. He reached down, pulling the rest of George's clothes off his body. George spread his legs as Lee lay down on top of him once again.

Every sense George had was tangled together: the smell of alcohol-laden breath, the sounds of heavy breathing, the touch of skin rubbing and caressing, taste of the salt on Lee's skin, the glow of the light. It all swirled together as their cocks rubbed against one another and their bodies rocked together. George was tangled up in wanting Lee, tied up in everything he felt.
George wrapped his legs around Lee's lower back, pulling him in tight. Their cocks brushing past one another brought George so close. Lee buried his face in the crevice where George's shoulder and neck met and rocked his hips harder. George snaked one hand down between them and curled it around his prick and Lee's. George bucked up into his fist and Lee pushed down. George held them firmly together as their bodies rose and fell and they moved faster and faster. Panting and sweating, George came, his come spilling over his hand, his cock, Lee's cock. The thought of his come on Lee's cock sent another wave of pleasure through his body. Lee's cock twitched in his hand and Lee cried out into George's neck as he came everywhere.
Lee fell on to George, panting as the last shudders of pleasure left his body. George gripped Lee's back with his free hand, his body feeling perfect under his touch. George felt himself smile and his entire body relaxed with happiness. He was more whole than he had felt in almost four years; not the same but somehow he didn't feel like the complete mess he had turned in to.
The floor started to feel uncomfortable underneath George, and he suddenly longed for his bed and for Lee to come with him. Lee could fill the spaces in George's bed, in George's life. George knew no one could ever be Fred, and he didn't expect that from anyone let alone Lee. They had both lost something in their lives, and being together they could bring new parts to one another and be happy together.

George could feel himself getting hard again as he thought of waking up next to Lee in his bed. Kissing him on his mouth and finally touching him without having to be completely pissed first.

George kissed Lee's forehead and ran his hand gently over Lee's neck and back. Lee's eyes were bright as he looked up at George and stared at him. George looked back. The moment between them was perfect. Lee kissed George on the mouth, then looked at him again.

"Don't leave me again, Fred." Lee's head dropped to George's shoulder and he breathed heavily through his mouth; he had passed out. George suddenly felt like every sense he had suddenly stopped working or that they were all working too much. Fred.

George pushed Lee's sleeping body off his own and quickly left the flat.

He ran downstairs to the shop, not wanting to believe what had just happened, but one ear or not he had heard it perfectly clear. He dragged himself to a crate in the back and sat down naked and alone. He wrapped his arms around his knees and wished he hadn't finished the last bottle of gin he kept back here.
Fred. It was all anyone wanted. There had to be a Fred so there could also be a George. George couldn't exist without Fred; he was nothing, he was less than one. He couldn't be a one when his life had destined him to really be part of a two. Nobody wanted the one without the other.