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fics_by_mapleFor my 50_smutlets claim, that belongs in my Within You, Without You universe.
Title: The Glass Onion
Pairing: George/Lee
Word Count: 1283
Rating: NC-17
Beta:queenb23more , who is lightening quick!
My Table
I fretted about this prompt, and then it just came to me today and I was able to treat it in a way that I liked and move the story along in a direction that I've been wanting to. *sigh*
Thanks for reading!
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George put his arms into his t-shirt and looked both ways in the hallway before venturing across to the bathroom. Lee’s mum was perceptive enough to keep to her end of the house, but George still fretted the notion of running into her, half-dressed, in the middle of the night.
He looked under the sink, behind the bottle of five-day shaving lotion for a new tube of lube. He grinned, wondering how odd it was to be keeping count, this would be the twelfth tube of lubricant they’d opened since he and Lee had been together.
In his lust-induced haste, he knocked over the bottle of shaving lotion, which disrupted all the other jars and bottles haphazardly stored in the small cupboard, and then caught sight of something quite unexpected.
George slowly returned to Lee’s room with the cheap glass phial in his palm. Lee was still on his bed, wearing nothing but his unbuttoned shirt, lying on his back with one knee bent. He was idling stoking his half hard cock, pumping into a loose fist, while his other hand was reaching further back, gently fingering himself.
“Hmm, there you are,” Lee said, fixing his eyes on him, openly teasing George with what he was doing. “Come on, babe, get undressed. I want you inside me.”
“Uhm, not … right now,” George said evenly, trying not to let an edge in his voice, and not at all sure how he should handle this. A more rational person might wait and think this through, but he wasn’t a more rational person.
Lee sat up and studied George for a moment. “What’s wrong? Did you run into Mum or something?”
George shook his head and hesitated before producing the small bottle of potion in his hand. Lee recognized it immediately, and George saw the start in his eyes before he set his expression.
“You weren’t … it’s not …” Lee stammered, knowing perfectly well he’d already bollocked this up. There was no way out. “Oh fuck,” he hissed at himself, scooting back up on the bed and pulling the blanket up over his lap.
“Have you been taking this?” George asked, really trying to keep accusation out of his voice and failing miserably.
Lee rolled his eyes. “You really need to ask me that? What do you think?” His voice was steady, but his body language expressed all the annoyance and guilt that George needed to see.
“For how long?” The answer to this question scared George above all.
“Just since this week.” Lee pursed his lips at the challenging look George gave him. “I mean it. I wouldn’t lie to you. Just this week!”
George huffed dramatically and heaved his arms in exasperation.
“Do you know how many problems there are with this?” he demanded. “You’re a smart man, Jordan, you know that this stuff is dangerous and addictive. Cheap pain potion from Knockturn Alley? I know who sells this stuff! Did you go down there yourself, alone?! It’s not safe, man, damn it! Whoever hurt you is still out there! There was just an attack on Fortescue’s granddaughter last week, you know that, and you’re gonna go and - fuck, Lee!”
Angry rage induced out of concern was an effortless matter of genetics for George. He glared at Lee, slightly out of breath, and saw him sitting there stone-faced, his normally proud shoulders slightly slumped forward. Lee would be the first one to put George in line again if he was wrong, but he didn’t say a word in response to George’s shouting.
George sighed, threaded his fingers through his hair, and rubbed his forehead. He tried to calm down enough to think past the risks Lee had taken to procure and take an addictive pain-relieving potion.
“Sorry I yelled.”
“That’s all right,” Lee answered.
“So what’s wrong, then? Why are taking this? Is your leg hurting you? Your hand?”
Lee shook his head and looked resistant to answering.
“Hang on, take off this shirt,” George said. Lee’s eyebrows knit together. Without meeting George’s eyes, he shrugged off the unbuttoned shirt and shifted to show George his scar.
The jagged patch of pale skin that showed just above his elbow where the curse had burned away the dark pigment was now slightly larger and pink with irritation along the edges. It looked sore.
“It’s been hurting again,” Lee said, with quiet humility. “It aches and itches, especially when I try to use my wand in this hand. I just, I thought a little something would help, and … I didn’t want to go back to St. Mungo’s again.”
George sat close, inspecting the injury, running his fingers lightly along the outside edges of it before sliding his hand up Lee’s arm, over his shoulder to the back of his neck.
“It’s probably nothing,” he lied, quite upset that the hex still lingered under Lee’s skin. “I’m sure we just need to treat it again with the magical salve. We’ll go see Healer Nettleman tomorrow. You’ll be fine.”
Lee nodded but said nothing, looking as unconvinced as George felt.
“Lee?”
“Hm?” he grunted.
“You can tell me stuff. Anything, you know.”
“I know.”
“I’m going to tell you something else, too. You listening?”
“Yes.”
“I don’t want you going to Knockturn Alley alone. I mean it,” Gorge said firmly. “And I don’t want you taking illicit potions -ever. That’s a deal breaker with me, got it?”
Lee raised his eyes then. There was fight and wounded pride in the look he gave George, but he took a breath and chewed his lip in contemplation.
“All right. I promise,” he finally said.
George took his wand from under the pillow, banished the tiny glass jar, and turned back to Lee with a fresh expression. He pulled off his shirt and slipped under the blanket with Lee.
“Want me to massage your legs for you?” He was feeling a bit sheepish himself now, and a little bit giddy at having been so stern with Lee and got away with it.
“No, that’s ok. Can we just lay here together for awhile?”
“’Course.” George propped up the pillows and leaned back, holding out welcoming arms for Lee to snuggle into.
“I really am sorry,” he murmured into the diamond of auburn hair on George’s chest.
“Don’t trouble yourself.” George squeezed him and kissed his head. It nearly made him feel embarrassed to see Lee so humbled and distressed.
“I know I’ve been avoiding your hints about moving out together. But I really do want to!” Lee lifted his head and looked in his eyes. “I’ve got a decent savings in my vault again, but then this thing started, and I … I don’t want to be your ‘crippled boyfriend.’ I want to be equals.”
“We are equals! And you are not that, don’t even say it. And we’ll get our own place as soon as it works out. No hurry.”
George held him close again.
“George, you’ll come with me to Mungo’s tomorrow?”
“Yes, don’t worry, it’ll be okay. I will have to switch shifts with Fred, though.”
“Don’t tell him! Please?”
George cupped the side of his face. “I won’t.”
“You’re not ashamed of me?”
George laughed. “How I could I be ashamed of you? I’m the one who makes an obscene amount of gold by making people constipated and spontaneously vomit.”
They sniggered together, and George lay back, his mind swirling with worries about Lee’s injury, excitement that Lee was finally willing for them to move out together, and if he was to be perfectly honest with himself, he was still wondering if there was any possibility of opening that twelfth tube of lube.
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A/N - 25/50. I'm only half way through the table!
50_smutlets claim, that belongs in my Within You, Without You universe.Title: The Glass Onion
Pairing: George/Lee
Word Count: 1283
Rating: NC-17
Beta:
queenb23more , who is lightening quick!My Table
I fretted about this prompt, and then it just came to me today and I was able to treat it in a way that I liked and move the story along in a direction that I've been wanting to. *sigh*
Thanks for reading!
~^~
George put his arms into his t-shirt and looked both ways in the hallway before venturing across to the bathroom. Lee’s mum was perceptive enough to keep to her end of the house, but George still fretted the notion of running into her, half-dressed, in the middle of the night.
He looked under the sink, behind the bottle of five-day shaving lotion for a new tube of lube. He grinned, wondering how odd it was to be keeping count, this would be the twelfth tube of lubricant they’d opened since he and Lee had been together.
In his lust-induced haste, he knocked over the bottle of shaving lotion, which disrupted all the other jars and bottles haphazardly stored in the small cupboard, and then caught sight of something quite unexpected.
George slowly returned to Lee’s room with the cheap glass phial in his palm. Lee was still on his bed, wearing nothing but his unbuttoned shirt, lying on his back with one knee bent. He was idling stoking his half hard cock, pumping into a loose fist, while his other hand was reaching further back, gently fingering himself.
“Hmm, there you are,” Lee said, fixing his eyes on him, openly teasing George with what he was doing. “Come on, babe, get undressed. I want you inside me.”
“Uhm, not … right now,” George said evenly, trying not to let an edge in his voice, and not at all sure how he should handle this. A more rational person might wait and think this through, but he wasn’t a more rational person.
Lee sat up and studied George for a moment. “What’s wrong? Did you run into Mum or something?”
George shook his head and hesitated before producing the small bottle of potion in his hand. Lee recognized it immediately, and George saw the start in his eyes before he set his expression.
“You weren’t … it’s not …” Lee stammered, knowing perfectly well he’d already bollocked this up. There was no way out. “Oh fuck,” he hissed at himself, scooting back up on the bed and pulling the blanket up over his lap.
“Have you been taking this?” George asked, really trying to keep accusation out of his voice and failing miserably.
Lee rolled his eyes. “You really need to ask me that? What do you think?” His voice was steady, but his body language expressed all the annoyance and guilt that George needed to see.
“For how long?” The answer to this question scared George above all.
“Just since this week.” Lee pursed his lips at the challenging look George gave him. “I mean it. I wouldn’t lie to you. Just this week!”
George huffed dramatically and heaved his arms in exasperation.
“Do you know how many problems there are with this?” he demanded. “You’re a smart man, Jordan, you know that this stuff is dangerous and addictive. Cheap pain potion from Knockturn Alley? I know who sells this stuff! Did you go down there yourself, alone?! It’s not safe, man, damn it! Whoever hurt you is still out there! There was just an attack on Fortescue’s granddaughter last week, you know that, and you’re gonna go and - fuck, Lee!”
Angry rage induced out of concern was an effortless matter of genetics for George. He glared at Lee, slightly out of breath, and saw him sitting there stone-faced, his normally proud shoulders slightly slumped forward. Lee would be the first one to put George in line again if he was wrong, but he didn’t say a word in response to George’s shouting.
George sighed, threaded his fingers through his hair, and rubbed his forehead. He tried to calm down enough to think past the risks Lee had taken to procure and take an addictive pain-relieving potion.
“Sorry I yelled.”
“That’s all right,” Lee answered.
“So what’s wrong, then? Why are taking this? Is your leg hurting you? Your hand?”
Lee shook his head and looked resistant to answering.
“Hang on, take off this shirt,” George said. Lee’s eyebrows knit together. Without meeting George’s eyes, he shrugged off the unbuttoned shirt and shifted to show George his scar.
The jagged patch of pale skin that showed just above his elbow where the curse had burned away the dark pigment was now slightly larger and pink with irritation along the edges. It looked sore.
“It’s been hurting again,” Lee said, with quiet humility. “It aches and itches, especially when I try to use my wand in this hand. I just, I thought a little something would help, and … I didn’t want to go back to St. Mungo’s again.”
George sat close, inspecting the injury, running his fingers lightly along the outside edges of it before sliding his hand up Lee’s arm, over his shoulder to the back of his neck.
“It’s probably nothing,” he lied, quite upset that the hex still lingered under Lee’s skin. “I’m sure we just need to treat it again with the magical salve. We’ll go see Healer Nettleman tomorrow. You’ll be fine.”
Lee nodded but said nothing, looking as unconvinced as George felt.
“Lee?”
“Hm?” he grunted.
“You can tell me stuff. Anything, you know.”
“I know.”
“I’m going to tell you something else, too. You listening?”
“Yes.”
“I don’t want you going to Knockturn Alley alone. I mean it,” Gorge said firmly. “And I don’t want you taking illicit potions -ever. That’s a deal breaker with me, got it?”
Lee raised his eyes then. There was fight and wounded pride in the look he gave George, but he took a breath and chewed his lip in contemplation.
“All right. I promise,” he finally said.
George took his wand from under the pillow, banished the tiny glass jar, and turned back to Lee with a fresh expression. He pulled off his shirt and slipped under the blanket with Lee.
“Want me to massage your legs for you?” He was feeling a bit sheepish himself now, and a little bit giddy at having been so stern with Lee and got away with it.
“No, that’s ok. Can we just lay here together for awhile?”
“’Course.” George propped up the pillows and leaned back, holding out welcoming arms for Lee to snuggle into.
“I really am sorry,” he murmured into the diamond of auburn hair on George’s chest.
“Don’t trouble yourself.” George squeezed him and kissed his head. It nearly made him feel embarrassed to see Lee so humbled and distressed.
“I know I’ve been avoiding your hints about moving out together. But I really do want to!” Lee lifted his head and looked in his eyes. “I’ve got a decent savings in my vault again, but then this thing started, and I … I don’t want to be your ‘crippled boyfriend.’ I want to be equals.”
“We are equals! And you are not that, don’t even say it. And we’ll get our own place as soon as it works out. No hurry.”
George held him close again.
“George, you’ll come with me to Mungo’s tomorrow?”
“Yes, don’t worry, it’ll be okay. I will have to switch shifts with Fred, though.”
“Don’t tell him! Please?”
George cupped the side of his face. “I won’t.”
“You’re not ashamed of me?”
George laughed. “How I could I be ashamed of you? I’m the one who makes an obscene amount of gold by making people constipated and spontaneously vomit.”
They sniggered together, and George lay back, his mind swirling with worries about Lee’s injury, excitement that Lee was finally willing for them to move out together, and if he was to be perfectly honest with himself, he was still wondering if there was any possibility of opening that twelfth tube of lube.
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A/N - 25/50. I'm only half way through the table!
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Date: 2007-05-23 05:10 am (UTC)Till now it was always Lee, who was serious and well, right :)
Yay for George getting all protective :)
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Date: 2007-05-24 04:35 am (UTC)Thank you so much for reading and commenting! There are so few of you reading this, I just cling to your comments! :D
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Date: 2007-05-23 05:22 am (UTC)“I know.”
“I’m going to tell you something else, too. You listening?”
“Yes.”
“I don’t want you going to Knockturn Alley alone. I mean it,” Gorge said firmly. “And I don’t want you taking illicit potions -ever. That’s a deal breaker with me, got it?”
This is just . . . GUH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Love, love, love this more every time I read it!!
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Date: 2007-05-24 04:36 am (UTC)Queen B just wants a Weasley boy to be stern with her, too! :P
Of course, I do too.
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Date: 2007-05-24 04:47 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-23 07:16 am (UTC)just.
I LOVE THESE BOYS. I LOVE YOU.
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Date: 2007-05-24 04:36 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-23 07:42 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-24 04:40 am (UTC)Hee.
Thank you for your comments!!
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Date: 2007-05-23 12:53 pm (UTC)Oh poor Lee!
Protective George makes me shiver the tiniest bit. I like when he takes care of his Lee. *nods*
Very well done, Maple!
I was just wondering something. How much of a time lapse is between GLEE and WYWY? I know WYWY takes place a bit more down the road but I'm really excited to read how our boys came to the decision to come out to the family. Are you saving that until the last of the prompts?
Fantastic, as always!
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Date: 2007-05-24 04:52 am (UTC)I just love it when George gets all 'stern', hee.
Oh the time line! What a question.
Okay, WYWY-ch1 begins mid-June, when Ginny leaves Hogwarts after her 7th year. It will end early September of that same year.
The Glass Onion (TGL) begins about the previous September (Lee having been attacked in July). Prompt 15.Shower is Christmas night. Prompt 24.Naked, is in April. So it's nearly caught up to WYWY.
There will be a big merging of the stories when it catches up to the point where George, Harry and Ron catch the person who attacked Lee, which was portrayed in Ch 10 of WYWY. You'll what happens when George goes home to Lee after that incident, here in TGO.
I can't wait for you all to read that part!! :D
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Date: 2007-05-23 12:59 pm (UTC)This is just so George! *squishes him*
Wonderful use of the prompt, and GREAT last line!
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Date: 2007-05-24 05:41 am (UTC)I get all squiggling about seeing George, who's been such a 'boy' in this relationship really being alpha here. ... why isn't 'alpha' on the prompt table?
Thank you for commenting! :D
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Date: 2007-05-23 01:02 pm (UTC)This made me wibble!!
“We are equals! And you are not that, don’t even say it. And we’ll get our own place as soon as it works out. No hurry.”
This made me squee!
George laughed. “How I could I be ashamed of you? I’m the one who makes an obscene amount of gold by making people constipated and spontaneously vomit.”
This made me laugh!
Good one! I like what you did with the prompt. Glad it worked out for you the way you wanted to write about "drugs"....very good, very, very good.
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Date: 2007-05-24 05:47 am (UTC)I've been wanting to write Lee's scar acting up again and troubling him, but for some reason it took me forever to connect it to this particular prompt.
I'm so glad you liked it! Thank you for commenting! :D
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Date: 2007-05-23 03:17 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-24 05:50 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-06-27 07:33 pm (UTC)Truer words have never been spoken.
I LOVE THESE!
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Date: 2007-12-07 11:14 pm (UTC)