Title: The Green Eyed Monster Author: vinush@yahoo.com Rating: NC-17 [for twincest] Pairings: Fred/George Feedback: All constructive feedback welcomed. Non-constructive (or excessively negative) will be ignored. Thank you. Disclaimer: The characters in this story don't belong to me and this is not intended to indicate the true sexualities of the Weasley twins, nor of the Phelps brothers who play them in the movies (although I wish it did...mmmmmmm) don't sue me! Summary: Set during the Goblet of Fire after Fred asked Angelina to the Yule Ball. This is not cannon; although I wish it were... mmmmmmm. George is suffering a bit of jealousy, and things get hot.
The Green Eyed Monster
Fred and George sat in their dorm room in the Gryffindor tower, an uneasy silence between them.
"Penny for them." Fred said at last, trying to break George out of the mood he'd been in for most of the day.
George merely turned away from his twin.
Fred moved to George's bed, and sat next to his identical longhaired twin brother. "What's wrong George?" He asked, their bodies almost touching.
"What's wrong Fred?" George spat angrily back, moving away from his sexy twin, distancing himself from his strong scent. "What's wrong is you asking Angelina to the bloody Yule Ball." He pouted, his soft, warm lips jutting out slightly.
"Georgie," Fred said using the pet name he had for his brother when they were alone. "I had to. We can't go to the ball together as a couple. People would hate us for it." Fred's words were soothing, caring. He turned his brother's head to look him in the face, his soft, powerful, warm hand lingering longer than necessary as he began to gently caress his brother's milky soft skin. He moved his hand down to George's chest, firm from the many hours of Quidditch practice, feeling his pecs, caressing his nipple and eliciting a small exclamation of pleasure before he continued further down towards George's washboard abs.
He moved his hand to the left, brushing across George's side with feather soft touches, making him laugh at the tickling he received.
George felt himself melt into Fred's touch as he pressed himself into Fred's movements, trying to keep as much contact as he could.
"Not here." He heard himself breathe, his anger forgotten with the arrival of the semi erection in his pants.
"Where?" Fred whispered into George's ear, his hot breath thrilling his brother, his lips so close as to almost be kissing.
"The room, where else?" George said, his voice sounding forced. He didn't want this to end now that it had started, but they couldn't risk being found by one of their roommates.
"Of course. Where else?" Fred sighed back as they broke their contact to relocate to the room of requirement.
As they entered the room the door had barely closed before their mouths found one another. George's tongue darted into Fred's waiting mouth as they kissed each other deeply. Their tongues massaged one another as their kissed became more passionate, pausing only briefly for air. Their identical twin bodies ground against each other as they rubbed and bucked their hips into one another in time with the kiss.
Fred was the first to break the kiss as he slowly undid the buttons on George's striped shirt, revealing inch after inch of George's hot, sweaty rock hard torso. He kissed his way down George's almost hairless upper body down to his sweet treasure trail of ginger hair. As he reached his belly button he pushed his tongue into the sexy cavity of his brother.
George moaned with pleasure as Fred expertly used his turn on spot to full effect. George ran his hands through Fred's silky hair and began to gently tickle the back of Fred's neck. This caused Fred's already hardening tool to instantly stand to attention.
Fred gasped with pleasure as he stopped working his tongue over George's body. "Georgie, that is so fucking hot!" he moaned as a tingle travelled through his body.
"I know." George replied, keeping up his actions. "But Fred, you've stopped!" He sounded almost shocked.
"Have I?" Fred asked, feigning innocence. "Indeed, so I have!" He instantly began his tongue ministrations anew upon his twin, making a small squeal of pleasure escape George's sumptuous lips.
"Fred!" George gasped. He was close to release, and his brother hadn't even touched his swollen, aching cock, which begged for release from its prison within his trousers.
Fred knew exactly what George meant, and he stopped his tonguing of George's navel to let his excitement lessen. George fell against the coverings of the lavish four-poster bed, his knees weak from his near orgasm.
While George was catching his breath Fred had not been idle. He had started to slowly peel off his clothes, giving his panting brother a show, which only helped prolong his excitement. He revealed his fully naked and toned, lightly freckled body, which was identical in every detail to George's. His smooth, hairless chest gave way to his treasure trail nestled amid his pelvic muscles and leading further down to his enlarged penis.
Sweat stood out on his skin, fresh from the closeness of his brother for so long. He moved over to George with a smirk on his face, and began to undo the buttons of George's denim jeans. The sight of George's rock hard prick clearly outlined in his white boxers, now soaked with pre-cum and straining against the fabric rewarded his work.
Fred fell to his knees onto the soft cushions lying there and began greedily lapping at his brother's cock head, still contained in George's increasingly wet underwear.
He kissed the fabric-covered cock with soft delicate pecks; and with ravenous lust filled kisses, all the while George ground against his mouth. When he could take no more, Fred would let up, only to renew his cock worship once his brother had calmed down.
After 20 minutes of this treatment he begged Fred to stop. His own lust for his twin's cock was almost out of control and he practically devoured Fred's rod as he expertly deep throated him when they swapped places.
"George!" Fred panted between the flexings of George's throat around his prick. "George, it is still attached you know!" He almost cried out to his marginally younger brother.
George looked up into Fred's eyes with a lust that scared him. This was a side of George that Fred had never seen before. And it was infinitely hotter than anything Fred had ever seen in his entire life.
George continued to suck and swallow around Fred's dick, causing wave after wave after wave of pleasure to crash against his body. It was only a matter of time before Fred came, and when he did it was with such a force that he felt empty when he had finished.
"Nyyyyaaaarrrgggggh!" He half yelled, half screamed.
George didn't miss a beat. He swallowed every last drop, milking Fred's cock for all it was worth.
As Fred lay there panting George placed his legs against his shoulders and inserted a finger into Fred's tight hole. He began to move the finger back and forth, massaging Fred's prostate and stretching his rosebud as he went. A second finger joined the first, and then a third followed, stretching Fred wider than ever before. As Fred let out a gasp of pain George continued to widen his brother to prepare him for his cock.
When he was satisfied, or he become tired of waiting (for Fred never found out which) George thrust his entire shaft up inside of his brother, his sack making contact with Fred's cheeks.
George stayed there for a moment while Fred adjusted, and then pulled out entirely, causing Fred to whimper at the emptiness he now felt. And then George was back in with a hard thrust, his sweaty balls slapping wetly against Fred's ass.
George began to pump his cock in and out of his brother's hole with a ferocious urgency that both frightened and thrilled Fred at the same time.
It wasn't long before Fred began to push against his brother's cock, wanting every last part of it inside of him, and then waiting patiently on each outward pull for his brother's rod to ram home again. Fred was moaning with pure, unbridled lust as he received the best fuck of his life from his normally submissive younger twin.
And finally, after what seemed an eternity (although no one could have lasted fucking that hard and intensely for longer than a handful of minutes) George screamed a guttural, primal, and above all sexual, noise as his seed exploded into Fred's waiting body.
Fred was pushed over the edge by George's final push, and his now hard cock shot a second load that evening, this one hit him in the face, chest and stomach.
George collapsed onto Fred, squashing his brother's cum between them, his softening cock still inside Fred's hole. He began to lick his brother's face, gathering Fred's cum into his mouth. He pressed his tongue into Fred's mouth, swapping the cum and saliva.
As they broke the kiss, Fred looked into him, and smiled. "What was all that about?" He asked, still panting.
"Don't ever invite Angelina to anything again." George said, cuddling into Fred.
They lay there until they fell asleep in each other's arms.
--------------- "Some mornings, it's just not worth chewing through the leather straps." Emo Philips.