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Title: The Glass Onion
Pairing: George/Lee
Word Count: 1069
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Public indecency, wall!sex and mis-use of a leather kilt (have you seen![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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As they strolled out of the cinema, the night crawlers ebbed into shadows of London’s spring night. George felt Lee leaning more heavily on him than on his cane. He was also singing the impromptu version of Janet’s song.
“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuuuck me,” he sang off-handedly in a feminine falsetto.
Passing an alley George paused and suddenly turned them into it.
“Wait, this isn’t the way,” Lee said abruptly, clutching George’s arm, peering down the dodgy alley, but allowing himself to be pulled further into the darkness.
George felt a twinge of remorse for teasing Lee when they were boys about being scared of the dark, but now he was glad for the opportunity to be stalwart in the face of that childhood fear now.
“Nothing down here has any interest in us,” George muttered, getting a glance of writhing bodies in the shadows further along. “This’ll do just fine, actually. Now, if you’ll do me the honor?”
“Honor of … what?” Lee asked.
“Open your robes, kind sir,” George said, pressing Lee against the brick wall.
“Oh,” he said, surprised, then with mild laughter. “No, you can’t really mean it.” Though Lee knew perfectly well that George didn’t proposition lightly. “I don’t want to get naked in a filthy alleyway; let’s go back.”
George moved close and paused just long enough to look Lee intensely in the eyes before kissing him. He took out his wand and pushed Lee’s robes open as he pressed his body against him.
“I’ll guard your modesty, my pretty,” George crooned like Doctor Frank-n-Furter, and spread his robe around Lee slightly. Except for the color of George’s hair, they blended into the darkness. “You’ll feel a bit of a chill, I should think,” George warned.
“A bit of what?” Lee asked, and his question was immediately answered as George transfigured his leather trousers into a leather kilt, and Lee failed to quash a mild yelp of surprise.
“Fuck, where’d my pants go?” he squawked, putting his hand over the erection that was lifting the front of the kilt.
George sniggered and began opening his denims. Lee gawked down at George’s rapidly hardening cock and licked his lips as he watched George pull on it.
“You can’t mean to fuck right here?” Lee whispered accusingly, looking side to side for passers by.
“Actually …”
“But-” Lee’s protest was interrupted by the sounds of the others down the alley who had wandered off of Old Compton Street in pursuit of the cover of darkness.
“I haven’t forgotten what you said to the Doctor,” George said against Lee’s ear, lifting his kilt and pressing his cock against Lee’s.
“Hmm,” Lee whimpered, pressing against George.
“Give me your leg,” George said, running his hand between Lee’s thighs and nudging his leg up.
“No, someone will see,” Lee argued, though his actions belied his words, and he bent his knee, allowing George to hook his leg with a forearm and then, with athletic agility, quickly hooked Lee’s other leg, and lifted him with a grunt.
“Wait, I’m taller than you. You’re not strong enough to hold me up!”
“Evidence to the contrary, my friend,” George grunted. “Now take my wand. Use it.”
“Oh Godric, really?” Lee whispered, hurriedly doing exactly what George instructed, his hand shaking badly.
George felt the cool night air breeze over his privates and heard Lee whimper as the same sensation swept along his spread arse.
“Concentrate, Lee, focus,” he coaxed as he kissed Lee’s neck, pressing him against the rough brick.
Lee took a calming breath and muttered cleansing and lubrication charms and then clutched at George’s shoulders.
“Now, be a good lad, and reach down and grab my cock for me,” George said.
Lee released a throaty whimper and awkwardly did as George asked, taking his warm length in hand.
“Now, guide me.” George finished his instruction.
George’s arms quivered slightly with the weight he was holding. Pressing Lee against the wall with tremendous effort, he slowly lowered Lee in his arms, and let himself sink into his warm, slightly resistant body.
Lee’s voice made rough, staccatoed grunts, higher than usual, but still with an air of keening pleasure that George was accustomed to hearing. He tried to be careful as Lee had no control here, and George suspected that Lee wouldn’t mention it, even if it were uncomfortable.
Lee clung to his shoulders in a fierce embrace, and George gave into the evening’s sexual energy and snapped his hips repeatedly, meeting the strong resistance of Lee’s buttocks as the wall at his back was unyielding, leaving Lee the at the mercy between hard brick and harder Weasley.
“Ah, yes … please, Georgie,” Lee begged quietly in his ear.
“Fucking, love …” George managed to gut out, as his demanding climax encroached. He felt less like a civilized man and more like a nocturnal beast, copulating with its prey, with a singular, selfish objective. The sounds of the other creatures of the night finding their release drifted on the slight wind and carried the scent of sex in its wake. Exposed and primitive as they were, George found that he was driven up to and beyond his limit and continued to rock his body as he spilled his orgasm deep inside Lee’s ever acquiescent body.
His arms shook, and he set Lee on foot again as carefully as he could, both shuddering with the sudden, startling sensation of pulling free from Lee’s body, still slightly hard.
“Are you okay? Lee?” He moved his shaky hands quickly, fumbling for his wand to clean them and held him close again.
“I’m just. … Yeah,” Lee gasped and shuddered again.
They heard shuffling nearby, and George wrapped his robe protectively around them as the two indistinguishable bodies from further down the alley slinked past.
They were quiet for a moment and then shared a hushed chuckle.
“Was nice of them to wait 'til we were done, at least,” Lee said, his hands stroking up under George’s vest.
“We’re not like all those people,” George said quietly, pressing his cheek to Lee’s.
Lee pulled away and held George’s face in his hands, smiling at him with warm, brown eyes. “No, George, we’re not. We’re pretty normal, aren’t we?”
George nodded and kissed him, then smirked, sliding down to his knees and lifting Lee’s kilt. “But we’re not done here quite yet.”
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50_smutlets claim, that belongs in my Within You, Without You universe.Title: The Glass Onion
Pairing: George/Lee
Word Count: 1069
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Public indecency, wall!sex and mis-use of a leather kilt (have you seen
wolfiekins icon?)My Table
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As they strolled out of the cinema, the night crawlers ebbed into shadows of London’s spring night. George felt Lee leaning more heavily on him than on his cane. He was also singing the impromptu version of Janet’s song.
“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuuuck me,” he sang off-handedly in a feminine falsetto.
Passing an alley George paused and suddenly turned them into it.
“Wait, this isn’t the way,” Lee said abruptly, clutching George’s arm, peering down the dodgy alley, but allowing himself to be pulled further into the darkness.
George felt a twinge of remorse for teasing Lee when they were boys about being scared of the dark, but now he was glad for the opportunity to be stalwart in the face of that childhood fear now.
“Nothing down here has any interest in us,” George muttered, getting a glance of writhing bodies in the shadows further along. “This’ll do just fine, actually. Now, if you’ll do me the honor?”
“Honor of … what?” Lee asked.
“Open your robes, kind sir,” George said, pressing Lee against the brick wall.
“Oh,” he said, surprised, then with mild laughter. “No, you can’t really mean it.” Though Lee knew perfectly well that George didn’t proposition lightly. “I don’t want to get naked in a filthy alleyway; let’s go back.”
George moved close and paused just long enough to look Lee intensely in the eyes before kissing him. He took out his wand and pushed Lee’s robes open as he pressed his body against him.
“I’ll guard your modesty, my pretty,” George crooned like Doctor Frank-n-Furter, and spread his robe around Lee slightly. Except for the color of George’s hair, they blended into the darkness. “You’ll feel a bit of a chill, I should think,” George warned.
“A bit of what?” Lee asked, and his question was immediately answered as George transfigured his leather trousers into a leather kilt, and Lee failed to quash a mild yelp of surprise.
“Fuck, where’d my pants go?” he squawked, putting his hand over the erection that was lifting the front of the kilt.
George sniggered and began opening his denims. Lee gawked down at George’s rapidly hardening cock and licked his lips as he watched George pull on it.
“You can’t mean to fuck right here?” Lee whispered accusingly, looking side to side for passers by.
“Actually …”
“But-” Lee’s protest was interrupted by the sounds of the others down the alley who had wandered off of Old Compton Street in pursuit of the cover of darkness.
“I haven’t forgotten what you said to the Doctor,” George said against Lee’s ear, lifting his kilt and pressing his cock against Lee’s.
“Hmm,” Lee whimpered, pressing against George.
“Give me your leg,” George said, running his hand between Lee’s thighs and nudging his leg up.
“No, someone will see,” Lee argued, though his actions belied his words, and he bent his knee, allowing George to hook his leg with a forearm and then, with athletic agility, quickly hooked Lee’s other leg, and lifted him with a grunt.
“Wait, I’m taller than you. You’re not strong enough to hold me up!”
“Evidence to the contrary, my friend,” George grunted. “Now take my wand. Use it.”
“Oh Godric, really?” Lee whispered, hurriedly doing exactly what George instructed, his hand shaking badly.
George felt the cool night air breeze over his privates and heard Lee whimper as the same sensation swept along his spread arse.
“Concentrate, Lee, focus,” he coaxed as he kissed Lee’s neck, pressing him against the rough brick.
Lee took a calming breath and muttered cleansing and lubrication charms and then clutched at George’s shoulders.
“Now, be a good lad, and reach down and grab my cock for me,” George said.
Lee released a throaty whimper and awkwardly did as George asked, taking his warm length in hand.
“Now, guide me.” George finished his instruction.
George’s arms quivered slightly with the weight he was holding. Pressing Lee against the wall with tremendous effort, he slowly lowered Lee in his arms, and let himself sink into his warm, slightly resistant body.
Lee’s voice made rough, staccatoed grunts, higher than usual, but still with an air of keening pleasure that George was accustomed to hearing. He tried to be careful as Lee had no control here, and George suspected that Lee wouldn’t mention it, even if it were uncomfortable.
Lee clung to his shoulders in a fierce embrace, and George gave into the evening’s sexual energy and snapped his hips repeatedly, meeting the strong resistance of Lee’s buttocks as the wall at his back was unyielding, leaving Lee the at the mercy between hard brick and harder Weasley.
“Ah, yes … please, Georgie,” Lee begged quietly in his ear.
“Fucking, love …” George managed to gut out, as his demanding climax encroached. He felt less like a civilized man and more like a nocturnal beast, copulating with its prey, with a singular, selfish objective. The sounds of the other creatures of the night finding their release drifted on the slight wind and carried the scent of sex in its wake. Exposed and primitive as they were, George found that he was driven up to and beyond his limit and continued to rock his body as he spilled his orgasm deep inside Lee’s ever acquiescent body.
His arms shook, and he set Lee on foot again as carefully as he could, both shuddering with the sudden, startling sensation of pulling free from Lee’s body, still slightly hard.
“Are you okay? Lee?” He moved his shaky hands quickly, fumbling for his wand to clean them and held him close again.
“I’m just. … Yeah,” Lee gasped and shuddered again.
They heard shuffling nearby, and George wrapped his robe protectively around them as the two indistinguishable bodies from further down the alley slinked past.
They were quiet for a moment and then shared a hushed chuckle.
“Was nice of them to wait 'til we were done, at least,” Lee said, his hands stroking up under George’s vest.
“We’re not like all those people,” George said quietly, pressing his cheek to Lee’s.
Lee pulled away and held George’s face in his hands, smiling at him with warm, brown eyes. “No, George, we’re not. We’re pretty normal, aren’t we?”
George nodded and kissed him, then smirked, sliding down to his knees and lifting Lee’s kilt. “But we’re not done here quite yet.”
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Date: 2007-05-10 04:33 am (UTC)*totally blaming you for having Time Warp stuck in my head*
Brilliantly done, as always.
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Date: 2007-05-10 05:01 pm (UTC)I know, the song is totally stuck with me for awhile now. I'm so glad you read it. :D
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Date: 2007-05-10 07:06 pm (UTC)George and Lee deserve a double dose of praise anyway.
*blows kisses*
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Date: 2007-05-10 05:56 pm (UTC)Lee up against the wall! That was some brilliant writing! Capturing that sex scene with such detail!
Lee clung to his shoulders in a fierce embrace, and George gave into the evening’s sexual energy and snapped his hips repeatedly, meeting the strong resistance of Lee’s buttocks as the wall at his back was unyielding, leaving Lee the at the mercy between hard brick and harder Weasley.
That wins the day!
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Date: 2007-05-11 01:44 am (UTC)Heh - It was my cheesy rip off of 'rock and hard place' but this just sounded more fun. ;P
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Date: 2007-05-11 12:07 pm (UTC)Heh! If you think it was cheesy, then let me hand you a box of Triscuits!
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Date: 2007-05-10 08:34 pm (UTC)Yay! It's a Maple Table Two-For-One Day! Haven't gotten to say that for a while! :D
First, let me thank you for giving me "Time Warp" to sing in my head, so I can finally let "Voldy-mort" go. ;-)
George and Lee, up against the wall--all I can think of to say is, "guh".
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Date: 2007-05-11 01:45 am (UTC)LOL - I dunno, 'Voldy-mort' might be more fun.
I don't think I'd written wall!sex before. 'Twas my first. I'm glad you like it!
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Date: 2007-05-10 10:42 pm (UTC)Thanks again!
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Date: 2007-05-11 01:46 am (UTC)I don't mind at all, you are welcome to. I really appreciate you taking the time to comment. :D
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Date: 2007-05-11 01:25 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-11 01:48 am (UTC)Cool, I'm glad it worked for you. I have so much with this. Thanks for commenting, it really means a lot. :)
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Date: 2007-05-25 03:21 am (UTC)And I know others have quoted it back to you, but this line: leaving Lee the at the mercy between hard brick and harder Weasley. is simply superb.
I'm such a sucker for hot, fast, semi-public sex, and when you add their resounding affection for each other on top of it— you've made me one very happy reader! I so love your take on these two!
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Date: 2007-05-27 03:59 am (UTC)I appreciate your comments. With the requirement of the
Thank you!
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Date: 2007-06-27 07:26 pm (UTC)But seriously, is George EVER going to let Lee fuck him?
Hooray for wall sex!
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Date: 2007-06-30 02:57 pm (UTC)(loved all your comments, thanks again!)
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Date: 2007-06-30 10:51 pm (UTC)(and you're welcome, again)
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Date: 2007-08-13 05:41 am (UTC)