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fics_by_mapleRandom Slash
Written for the Goblet of Slash Fic at Grimmauld Place challenge.
TitleA Mere Choice
Pairing and prompt given: Harry/Fred - potions and scar (now AU)
Rating: R
Word count: 466
Unbetaed, and it's late and the Bailey's is gone.
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Harry felt his approach in the darkness of the night while he looked through the window into the well-lit celebration inside. He knew Fred would come to him eventually, though he hoped he wouldn’t. Either way, it hadn’t kept him from remaining here … waiting.
“Hey Short, Dark and Broody, I knew I’d find you here,” Fred said, his voice deeper and slower than its usual aire.
“It’s not as though I’m hiding,” Harry lied.
Fred put his arm around him from behind and Harry felt himself lean into the comfort and warmth of that strong forearm across his collarbones, and the sturdy chest against his shoulder blades. He shook his head at himself.
“I thought you weren’t going to keep doing this.” There was no accusation in Fred’s simple statement.
“I, I did. I’m just …”
“Shhh – it’s all right.” Fred pulled him closer, Harry’s whole body against his and Harry could feel a distinct bulge press into his small of his back.
He felt the last drop of his resolve trickle away. This wasn’t the first time he’d let himself turn to Fred’s comfort, only now he couldn’t blame a potion that made him too numb, or too happy or too horny. This was just pure Harry.
A slight guttural sound of resistance stuck in Harry’s dry throat as Fred’s mouth found his neck, and Fred's other hand slipped under his t-shirt.
“You can tell me to stop. I’ll be good. Or …” Fred said, now sounding breathless and higher than it had been. “… You can just feel me, while you keep watching my little brother through that window.”
The words cut like a knife; so cruel that Fred would offer, and so much worse that Harry would consider it. He winced as he felt his trousers slip lower and familiar hands on his body, wishing that he didn’t have to bear the pain of conscience that his cock apparently was unburdened with.
It was a mere choice. He could stop using his best friend, just like he stopped using the potions that nearly killed him. Harry took a deep breath and held it, and turned to face Fred.
“No, I won’t do that to him, or you,” Harry told him, then pulled Fred to his lips. He’d given his body before, but never his mouth, his kiss. Fred’s hands stilled, as Harry tasted more and more, with gentle sucking kisses on his lips. Harry slipped his fingers lower, until they teased the upper curve of his arse. “I won’t tell you to stop.”
Once and for all, he turned away from what did nothing but leave a thick scar. Fred had once pulled the bars off the window that locked him up, and Fred could set him free again. If he just trusted him.
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I meant to go for more smut, but this is all I've got.
Written for the Goblet of Slash Fic at Grimmauld Place challenge.
TitleA Mere Choice
Pairing and prompt given: Harry/Fred - potions and scar (now AU)
Rating: R
Word count: 466
Unbetaed, and it's late and the Bailey's is gone.
~^~
Harry felt his approach in the darkness of the night while he looked through the window into the well-lit celebration inside. He knew Fred would come to him eventually, though he hoped he wouldn’t. Either way, it hadn’t kept him from remaining here … waiting.
“Hey Short, Dark and Broody, I knew I’d find you here,” Fred said, his voice deeper and slower than its usual aire.
“It’s not as though I’m hiding,” Harry lied.
Fred put his arm around him from behind and Harry felt himself lean into the comfort and warmth of that strong forearm across his collarbones, and the sturdy chest against his shoulder blades. He shook his head at himself.
“I thought you weren’t going to keep doing this.” There was no accusation in Fred’s simple statement.
“I, I did. I’m just …”
“Shhh – it’s all right.” Fred pulled him closer, Harry’s whole body against his and Harry could feel a distinct bulge press into his small of his back.
He felt the last drop of his resolve trickle away. This wasn’t the first time he’d let himself turn to Fred’s comfort, only now he couldn’t blame a potion that made him too numb, or too happy or too horny. This was just pure Harry.
A slight guttural sound of resistance stuck in Harry’s dry throat as Fred’s mouth found his neck, and Fred's other hand slipped under his t-shirt.
“You can tell me to stop. I’ll be good. Or …” Fred said, now sounding breathless and higher than it had been. “… You can just feel me, while you keep watching my little brother through that window.”
The words cut like a knife; so cruel that Fred would offer, and so much worse that Harry would consider it. He winced as he felt his trousers slip lower and familiar hands on his body, wishing that he didn’t have to bear the pain of conscience that his cock apparently was unburdened with.
It was a mere choice. He could stop using his best friend, just like he stopped using the potions that nearly killed him. Harry took a deep breath and held it, and turned to face Fred.
“No, I won’t do that to him, or you,” Harry told him, then pulled Fred to his lips. He’d given his body before, but never his mouth, his kiss. Fred’s hands stilled, as Harry tasted more and more, with gentle sucking kisses on his lips. Harry slipped his fingers lower, until they teased the upper curve of his arse. “I won’t tell you to stop.”
Once and for all, he turned away from what did nothing but leave a thick scar. Fred had once pulled the bars off the window that locked him up, and Fred could set him free again. If he just trusted him.
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I meant to go for more smut, but this is all I've got.
