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Title: 9. Pain
Author: Maple
Pairing: George/Lee
Word Count: 811
Rating: NC-17
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George trailed his fingers over the spiky design of the tattoo that encircled Lee’s bicep.
Lee was completely naked and lying on his side, curled into George’s bare chest. He felt Lee’s hot, panting breath against his collarbone as he calmed down from a frenzied climax.
“You are so good with your hands,” Lee cooed, beginning to kiss on the freckles in front of him.
George tightened his hold on him, and then traced circles around African sun inked onto Lee’s shoulder blade, the meaning of which he could never remember.
“They really didn’t hurt to get?” George asked idly for only the five hundredth time since Lee had got it the summer before their seventh year.
“Honestly?” Lee asked, placing several more kisses along George’s chest before looking up at him. “I patently lied about it not hurting.”
“You lied to us? But we thought you were so cool!” George was astonished, sometimes forgetting how tricky Lee was as well.
“I know. But I had to do something to make an impression on you two.”
“No, you didn’t.”
“Well, I thought I did,” Lee said, beginning to run his hand up and down George’s side, adding licks and sucks in between his kisses. “Besides, I’m still cool, even if it did hurt like hell.”
George chuckled. He looked down and watched as his friend and wished-for lover lavished attention on his body. He’d so often counted on Lee to be his calm and patient tutor in life, and now in love as well. He was taller than George, and just as broad, but when they were like this, Lee always melted into him. Curling into him in such a way that made George feel stronger and needed in a way he’d never felt before.
Lee shimmied down the bed, kissing the centerline of George’s torso until the fastening of his trousers blocked his path. George’s hadn’t forgotten Lee’s mention from the day before about using his mouth and when Lee looked up at him with a smiling request, George’s brain went a little soft.
He unfastened his flies and tried not whimper as he exposed himself to the cool air in the room and the heated gaze of Lee’s eyes.
“So gorgeous,” Lee murmured, nosing between the crease of his thigh and his balls, causing his desperate cock to leap against Lee’s cheek.
His long held dream came true as the pink undersides of Lee’s fingers wrapped around him.
“Oh,” he groaned, unable to tear his eyes away from the erotic sight of Lee skillfully ravishing his body with his mouth and lips and tongue.
He’d experienced sex before, the occasional hurried fuck in the dark, trying not to think too much about what he was doing, or who he was doing it with. Always as though it were a matter of practical necessity in life, something he had to do, to be a man, a wizard, a Weasley. But here, he was completely bare and knew he was in love.
“Lee,” he pleaded. “Wait, I’m – I can’t …” he babbled as he felt himself nearing the brink, trying to wave him off.
“Yes you can, love. I want you to,” Lee assured, before taking him into his mouth again, sliding down and sucking back upwards.
George fisted the sheet as he felt the sudden heavy swell in his cock before he came. He tried not to, but failed, as he bucked his hips upward but Lee expertly received him with non-stop tender consummation until the final spasm had passed through him.
Lee shuffled back up and nestled into the crook of George’s shoulder. Once again shifting from his confident lover to his charge.
“Was that ok?” Lee asked in a small voice.
“Was bloody fantastic,” George answered, twining their legs together.
“Good. I’m glad you trusted me. … Love you.”
He pulled Lee tight. “You too,” he whispered.
They lay there together until Lee fell asleep against him and George climbed out of the tiny hospital bed and dressed.
He covered Lee up, and stood next to him. Admiring how the moonlight shone on his skin, how it contrasted with the shadows defining his dark muscles, except for where the light broke oddly over the only visible imperfection.
The place along the outside of Lee’s elbow where the burning hex had set in so strongly that it burned through the beautiful pigment of his skin, leaving a jagged patch as white his George’s own.
As though Lee’s trembling hand and limp weren’t going to be reminders enough of his ordeal.
George gritted his teeth, not wanting anger to mar his contentment right now.
One thing was certain however: he was George’s to protect, now more than ever, and he’d never let Lee hurt like that again.
And someday, the person who hurt him would suffer for it.
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You guys have been so supportive of my little 'rare pair' here, thank you!
50_smutlets claim, that belongs in my Within You, Without You universe.Title: 9. Pain
Author: Maple
Pairing: George/Lee
Word Count: 811
Rating: NC-17
My Table
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George trailed his fingers over the spiky design of the tattoo that encircled Lee’s bicep.
Lee was completely naked and lying on his side, curled into George’s bare chest. He felt Lee’s hot, panting breath against his collarbone as he calmed down from a frenzied climax.
“You are so good with your hands,” Lee cooed, beginning to kiss on the freckles in front of him.
George tightened his hold on him, and then traced circles around African sun inked onto Lee’s shoulder blade, the meaning of which he could never remember.
“They really didn’t hurt to get?” George asked idly for only the five hundredth time since Lee had got it the summer before their seventh year.
“Honestly?” Lee asked, placing several more kisses along George’s chest before looking up at him. “I patently lied about it not hurting.”
“You lied to us? But we thought you were so cool!” George was astonished, sometimes forgetting how tricky Lee was as well.
“I know. But I had to do something to make an impression on you two.”
“No, you didn’t.”
“Well, I thought I did,” Lee said, beginning to run his hand up and down George’s side, adding licks and sucks in between his kisses. “Besides, I’m still cool, even if it did hurt like hell.”
George chuckled. He looked down and watched as his friend and wished-for lover lavished attention on his body. He’d so often counted on Lee to be his calm and patient tutor in life, and now in love as well. He was taller than George, and just as broad, but when they were like this, Lee always melted into him. Curling into him in such a way that made George feel stronger and needed in a way he’d never felt before.
Lee shimmied down the bed, kissing the centerline of George’s torso until the fastening of his trousers blocked his path. George’s hadn’t forgotten Lee’s mention from the day before about using his mouth and when Lee looked up at him with a smiling request, George’s brain went a little soft.
He unfastened his flies and tried not whimper as he exposed himself to the cool air in the room and the heated gaze of Lee’s eyes.
“So gorgeous,” Lee murmured, nosing between the crease of his thigh and his balls, causing his desperate cock to leap against Lee’s cheek.
His long held dream came true as the pink undersides of Lee’s fingers wrapped around him.
“Oh,” he groaned, unable to tear his eyes away from the erotic sight of Lee skillfully ravishing his body with his mouth and lips and tongue.
He’d experienced sex before, the occasional hurried fuck in the dark, trying not to think too much about what he was doing, or who he was doing it with. Always as though it were a matter of practical necessity in life, something he had to do, to be a man, a wizard, a Weasley. But here, he was completely bare and knew he was in love.
“Lee,” he pleaded. “Wait, I’m – I can’t …” he babbled as he felt himself nearing the brink, trying to wave him off.
“Yes you can, love. I want you to,” Lee assured, before taking him into his mouth again, sliding down and sucking back upwards.
George fisted the sheet as he felt the sudden heavy swell in his cock before he came. He tried not to, but failed, as he bucked his hips upward but Lee expertly received him with non-stop tender consummation until the final spasm had passed through him.
Lee shuffled back up and nestled into the crook of George’s shoulder. Once again shifting from his confident lover to his charge.
“Was that ok?” Lee asked in a small voice.
“Was bloody fantastic,” George answered, twining their legs together.
“Good. I’m glad you trusted me. … Love you.”
He pulled Lee tight. “You too,” he whispered.
They lay there together until Lee fell asleep against him and George climbed out of the tiny hospital bed and dressed.
He covered Lee up, and stood next to him. Admiring how the moonlight shone on his skin, how it contrasted with the shadows defining his dark muscles, except for where the light broke oddly over the only visible imperfection.
The place along the outside of Lee’s elbow where the burning hex had set in so strongly that it burned through the beautiful pigment of his skin, leaving a jagged patch as white his George’s own.
As though Lee’s trembling hand and limp weren’t going to be reminders enough of his ordeal.
George gritted his teeth, not wanting anger to mar his contentment right now.
One thing was certain however: he was George’s to protect, now more than ever, and he’d never let Lee hurt like that again.
And someday, the person who hurt him would suffer for it.
~^~
You guys have been so supportive of my little 'rare pair' here, thank you!
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Date: 2007-11-02 07:53 pm (UTC)Hot! Sweet! Achingly beautiful.
I love protective George.
I was surprised to see the comment by lnalvgd saying that her friend was a bit upset because George was such a flame in the other series.
:boggles:
I know he was with Lee but he was hardly camping it up.
*shrugs*
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Date: 2007-11-02 08:02 pm (UTC)Yeah, some people take offense when characters are slashed. *sigh* What can you do? I'm not sure if that comment meant 'flame' as in 'effeminate/queen' like, or just 'gay'. Who knows? I've tried to treat George with a lot of respect though.