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50_smutlets claim, that belongs in my Within You, Without You universe.
Title: The Glass Onion
19. Public Place
Pairing: George/Lee
Word Count: 944
Rating: NC-17
My Table
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More than eight months had gone by since Lee had first been hurt. Nearly six months in hospital, another three months in home therapy and as March moved ahead, Lee was finally going back to work.
George had stayed over the night before, to be with him in the morning, though really it was just increasingly difficult to be apart anymore.
“Where is my blasted wand?” Lee shouted from the bathroom. “I can’t find it anywhere!”
“Jordan, are you losing your head? You’re a wizard! Accio Lee’s wand” George said.
Lee walked into the bedroom at the moment his wand flew out of the closet and into George’s hand.
“There’s no magic you can’t do now; you have to remember the simple ones like Accio.”
“Just give it here,” Lee snapped, quietly. “I need it to button my shirt.”
The nerves Lee had about going back to work, dealing with his wounded hand and leg in public, and being in crowed places had Lee out of sorts. But George had faith in his long-time friend. Lee was an intelligent, charming, and clever wizard, who was perfectly capable of managing his life in spite of the new physical challenges he had to learn to deal with.
“Well here you are, Sunshine,” George handed over Lee’s wand. “But let me do this, all right?” George stood in front of him and began buttoning.
“You’ve done enough dressing me for a lifetime already,” Lee protested, trying to move away.
“Quit being so fussy. This isn’t because you can’t. You’re a fit wizard. … I’m doing this because I like to.”
George bent down and kissed Lee’s chest, and then covered the spot with a secured button, continuing in the same way down his torso.
“Let me,” George coaxed, seeing a look on Lee’s face that told him his patience was waning.
George angled his head and cocked his eyebrows, using the same look he had always used to get Lee to agree to one of his ideas.
“Oh go on then,” Lee said, shaking his head with a mostly hidden smile.
George tucked Lee’s shirt in, smoothing the fine linen into his trousers, yet George’s hands extended well beyond his shirttails and he groped Lee’s arse, slipping his hand inside Lees’ pants.
“I’ll just make sure everything is arranged properly.”
Lee rolled his eyes for effect but George knew by the corners of his lips that he was pleased.
He cupped and caressed Lee’s innocently idle cock until it was slightly firm in his hand. Then he tucked it to the right, just the way Lee liked it to rest and zipped him up.
“You are an utter bastard, you know that, Weasley?”
George didn’t deny the charge, he only grinned. He tried to kiss Lee, who kept moving out of his way until he finally let George make contact on the third try.
“You know you love me. Now, I want you to come down to the shop on your lunch hour and see me and let me relieve you of this in the back room.”
“Bastard,” Lee said again.
They left for Diagon Alley just like a couple of ordinary wizarding businessman. Never touching and only giving each other a casual smile as they parted.
By the time it was ten past noon, George thought he must be more nervous than he’d been in months. He paced up and down the shop’s aisles and looked at the door every twenty seconds. Finally he told Verity that he was stepping out for a moment.
Even standing out front, he still paced, though he did a bit of cleaning and tidying of the while he was there. The thought occurred to him that he might have more of his mother in him than he cared to admit. He’d have to remember to give her an extra sloppy kiss on the cheek when he saw her next, for all the worrying she’d done on his behest.
Then he saw Lee through the usual crowd of busy shoppers. Lee managed an elegant walk, turning his limp into a strut with style, swinging his cane with finesse. He nodded a hello and extended greetings to those he knew, always ever so cool.
But then there was moment that changed it all in a flash. Though he doubted anyone else saw it, George did. An errant owl flew low, casting a shadow ahead of it’s flight path. When the bird’s wings rushed suddenly over Lee’s head, he flinched, hunching his shoulders and he closed his eyes, freezing up for just a second.
“Shake it off, Jordan,” George whispered aloud. “You can do this.”
As though he seemed to feel George’s encouragement, he returned to his composed self.
They embraced casually, like any mates might, though he felt Lee exhale heavily against his neck.
“Did you see that?” he whispered. “I almost lost it. Fucking owl scared the shit out of me.”
“But you didn’t.” George shook his shoulders bracingly. “Come on in, I want to hear how work’s going.”
Neither spoke of the fact that this was Lee’s first visit to the shop since he’d been attacked, but George was determined to change Lee’s lasting impression of the place.
George suddenly took on his salesman persona as they entered Wheezes, though he talked so low that only Lee could hear him.
“Tell me, sir, can I interest you in a blowjob to relieve the stress of your day?” Then he spoke very professionally over to Verity. “I’m going to be in an office meeting with Mr. Jordan.”
Lee snickered under his breath. “I think getting back to work will suit me nicely.”
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This isn't terribly important, but this was written on an airplane over the Atlantic after seeing Equus *gloats obnoxiously* It's also written especially with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mrsquizzical in mind, because we had a trans-hemispherical squee over the scene that inspired this one. Thank you very much for reading!
50_smutlets claim, that belongs in my Within You, Without You universe.Title: The Glass Onion
19. Public Place
Pairing: George/Lee
Word Count: 944
Rating: NC-17
My Table
~^~
More than eight months had gone by since Lee had first been hurt. Nearly six months in hospital, another three months in home therapy and as March moved ahead, Lee was finally going back to work.
George had stayed over the night before, to be with him in the morning, though really it was just increasingly difficult to be apart anymore.
“Where is my blasted wand?” Lee shouted from the bathroom. “I can’t find it anywhere!”
“Jordan, are you losing your head? You’re a wizard! Accio Lee’s wand” George said.
Lee walked into the bedroom at the moment his wand flew out of the closet and into George’s hand.
“There’s no magic you can’t do now; you have to remember the simple ones like Accio.”
“Just give it here,” Lee snapped, quietly. “I need it to button my shirt.”
The nerves Lee had about going back to work, dealing with his wounded hand and leg in public, and being in crowed places had Lee out of sorts. But George had faith in his long-time friend. Lee was an intelligent, charming, and clever wizard, who was perfectly capable of managing his life in spite of the new physical challenges he had to learn to deal with.
“Well here you are, Sunshine,” George handed over Lee’s wand. “But let me do this, all right?” George stood in front of him and began buttoning.
“You’ve done enough dressing me for a lifetime already,” Lee protested, trying to move away.
“Quit being so fussy. This isn’t because you can’t. You’re a fit wizard. … I’m doing this because I like to.”
George bent down and kissed Lee’s chest, and then covered the spot with a secured button, continuing in the same way down his torso.
“Let me,” George coaxed, seeing a look on Lee’s face that told him his patience was waning.
George angled his head and cocked his eyebrows, using the same look he had always used to get Lee to agree to one of his ideas.
“Oh go on then,” Lee said, shaking his head with a mostly hidden smile.
George tucked Lee’s shirt in, smoothing the fine linen into his trousers, yet George’s hands extended well beyond his shirttails and he groped Lee’s arse, slipping his hand inside Lees’ pants.
“I’ll just make sure everything is arranged properly.”
Lee rolled his eyes for effect but George knew by the corners of his lips that he was pleased.
He cupped and caressed Lee’s innocently idle cock until it was slightly firm in his hand. Then he tucked it to the right, just the way Lee liked it to rest and zipped him up.
“You are an utter bastard, you know that, Weasley?”
George didn’t deny the charge, he only grinned. He tried to kiss Lee, who kept moving out of his way until he finally let George make contact on the third try.
“You know you love me. Now, I want you to come down to the shop on your lunch hour and see me and let me relieve you of this in the back room.”
“Bastard,” Lee said again.
They left for Diagon Alley just like a couple of ordinary wizarding businessman. Never touching and only giving each other a casual smile as they parted.
By the time it was ten past noon, George thought he must be more nervous than he’d been in months. He paced up and down the shop’s aisles and looked at the door every twenty seconds. Finally he told Verity that he was stepping out for a moment.
Even standing out front, he still paced, though he did a bit of cleaning and tidying of the while he was there. The thought occurred to him that he might have more of his mother in him than he cared to admit. He’d have to remember to give her an extra sloppy kiss on the cheek when he saw her next, for all the worrying she’d done on his behest.
Then he saw Lee through the usual crowd of busy shoppers. Lee managed an elegant walk, turning his limp into a strut with style, swinging his cane with finesse. He nodded a hello and extended greetings to those he knew, always ever so cool.
But then there was moment that changed it all in a flash. Though he doubted anyone else saw it, George did. An errant owl flew low, casting a shadow ahead of it’s flight path. When the bird’s wings rushed suddenly over Lee’s head, he flinched, hunching his shoulders and he closed his eyes, freezing up for just a second.
“Shake it off, Jordan,” George whispered aloud. “You can do this.”
As though he seemed to feel George’s encouragement, he returned to his composed self.
They embraced casually, like any mates might, though he felt Lee exhale heavily against his neck.
“Did you see that?” he whispered. “I almost lost it. Fucking owl scared the shit out of me.”
“But you didn’t.” George shook his shoulders bracingly. “Come on in, I want to hear how work’s going.”
Neither spoke of the fact that this was Lee’s first visit to the shop since he’d been attacked, but George was determined to change Lee’s lasting impression of the place.
George suddenly took on his salesman persona as they entered Wheezes, though he talked so low that only Lee could hear him.
“Tell me, sir, can I interest you in a blowjob to relieve the stress of your day?” Then he spoke very professionally over to Verity. “I’m going to be in an office meeting with Mr. Jordan.”
Lee snickered under his breath. “I think getting back to work will suit me nicely.”
~^~
This isn't terribly important, but this was written on an airplane over the Atlantic after seeing Equus *gloats obnoxiously* It's also written especially with
mrsquizzical in mind, because we had a trans-hemispherical squee over the scene that inspired this one. Thank you very much for reading!
