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Title: The Glass Onion
Author: Maple
Pairing: George/Lee
Word Count: 679
Rating: R
My Table
The previous installment may have been missed in the pre-Deathly Hallows blackout/anxiety, but I strongly recommend reading that one before you continue with these. 28. Restaurant :)
29. Body Paint
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Lee lay on their bed, still naked and warm from his shower. George poured a generous handful of oil into his hands as he climbed astride the back of Lee’s thighs, also nude himself, and began massaging.
The parchment was signed, the gold was dolled out, and the penthouse flat now belonged to them in equal parts. George still reserved some suspicions about how Lee had managed to acquire his full half, but he hadn’t mentioned it.
They had a bed and their trunks, and aside from a few odds and ends, they otherwise hadn’t made a big production of moving. Each was uncomfortable about leaving Fred and Lee’s mum alone.
Lee continued with his visits to the Muggle gym with Billy, and while George wasn’t crazy about Lee spending time in his ex’s company sweating and straining, he wasn’t about to comment on it. I may be thick, but I don’t need to be told twice, he thought to himself.
Instead, George just waited for Lee to come home tired and unnecessarily claimed him as his own again. Rubbing the tension out of Lee’s firm, shapely muscles, the oil slicked over Lee’s body, darkening his skin like an ebony paint.
“I’ll deny I ever said this,” George spoke, “but Billy’s idea wasn’t a bad one. You are getting stronger, aren’t you? I can tell.”
Lee stretched, rolled over onto his back, and wriggled into a settled position.
“I am, aren’t I?” Lee agreed, with a cheeky grin. “Want to arm wrestle? Bet I’ll win.”
George smirked and glanced at Lee as he kneeled on the bed, lifting Lee’s foot to rest it in the hollow of his shoulder.
“Let’s not be excessive here. I said you were getting stronger, I never implied you could win arm wrestling.”
“Arrogant bastard,” Lee grumbled playfully, shoving George with his toes. “You’re probably right. I don’t know what’s in the pond water in Ottery St. Catchpole - you country boys are strong as Bludgers. It’s unnatural!”
George sniggered. He rubbed Lee’s leg in long, smooth strokes, palming over the small knot under the skin above Lee’s knee.
“Feels good, Georgie,” he groaned with a slight smile, which George returned. Lee’s eyes fluttered shut as he winced slightly, inhaling sharply.
“I’m not hurting you, am I?” George asked, halting his massage.
Lee shook his head and sighed. “Not really, just tender after exercising.”
He watched George’s hands knead his leg, the action reminding them both of the time that now felt so long ago when George assisted in Lee’s therapy in hospital.
“I saw Harry and Ron today,” Lee said. “We didn’t talk, they were going into Madam Malkin’s. They were doing that ‘thing’ they do, you know?”
“Yeah.” George snorted, changing the direction of his massage. “Where Harry keeps his head down and Ron walks next to him all puffed up to distract people?”
“That’s it!” They chuckled for moment before quieting into more thoughtful reflection.
“Do you think they’ll catch who did it?” Lee’s voice was even and hopeful.
No explanation of who Lee meant by he was necessary. ‘He’ was the ever-present specter that attacked Lee just after the war ended, the same person who apparently had a vendetta against several in Diagon Alley that had fought against the Death Eaters. Lee wasn’t the only one over the past year to suffer from an assault.
“They had better,” George muttered through gritted teeth. He had fleeting thoughts of what he’d do to the cunt-faced fucker who hurt Lee and couldn’t decide whether using his Beater bat or his bare hands would feel more satisfying.
“Hey,” Lee whispered quietly, interrupting George’s mental revenge. Sitting up, he rubbed at the frown that had formed between George’s brows. Giving him an imploring look to diffuse his anger, he pulled George into a kiss and then down on top of him.
Both of their bodies were slick, and they glided around each other, twining their legs, rolling and twisting as if trying to touch each other with every bit of exposed skin at once.
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A/N - Many thanks to my oncelikeshari who helped me curse like an angry Weasley. My first ever *c* word. Continue immediately to 30. Restraint
50_smutlets claim, that belongs in my Within You, Without You universe.Title: The Glass Onion
Author: Maple
Pairing: George/Lee
Word Count: 679
Rating: R
My Table
The previous installment may have been missed in the pre-Deathly Hallows blackout/anxiety, but I strongly recommend reading that one before you continue with these. 28. Restaurant :)
29. Body Paint
~^~
Lee lay on their bed, still naked and warm from his shower. George poured a generous handful of oil into his hands as he climbed astride the back of Lee’s thighs, also nude himself, and began massaging.
The parchment was signed, the gold was dolled out, and the penthouse flat now belonged to them in equal parts. George still reserved some suspicions about how Lee had managed to acquire his full half, but he hadn’t mentioned it.
They had a bed and their trunks, and aside from a few odds and ends, they otherwise hadn’t made a big production of moving. Each was uncomfortable about leaving Fred and Lee’s mum alone.
Lee continued with his visits to the Muggle gym with Billy, and while George wasn’t crazy about Lee spending time in his ex’s company sweating and straining, he wasn’t about to comment on it. I may be thick, but I don’t need to be told twice, he thought to himself.
Instead, George just waited for Lee to come home tired and unnecessarily claimed him as his own again. Rubbing the tension out of Lee’s firm, shapely muscles, the oil slicked over Lee’s body, darkening his skin like an ebony paint.
“I’ll deny I ever said this,” George spoke, “but Billy’s idea wasn’t a bad one. You are getting stronger, aren’t you? I can tell.”
Lee stretched, rolled over onto his back, and wriggled into a settled position.
“I am, aren’t I?” Lee agreed, with a cheeky grin. “Want to arm wrestle? Bet I’ll win.”
George smirked and glanced at Lee as he kneeled on the bed, lifting Lee’s foot to rest it in the hollow of his shoulder.
“Let’s not be excessive here. I said you were getting stronger, I never implied you could win arm wrestling.”
“Arrogant bastard,” Lee grumbled playfully, shoving George with his toes. “You’re probably right. I don’t know what’s in the pond water in Ottery St. Catchpole - you country boys are strong as Bludgers. It’s unnatural!”
George sniggered. He rubbed Lee’s leg in long, smooth strokes, palming over the small knot under the skin above Lee’s knee.
“Feels good, Georgie,” he groaned with a slight smile, which George returned. Lee’s eyes fluttered shut as he winced slightly, inhaling sharply.
“I’m not hurting you, am I?” George asked, halting his massage.
Lee shook his head and sighed. “Not really, just tender after exercising.”
He watched George’s hands knead his leg, the action reminding them both of the time that now felt so long ago when George assisted in Lee’s therapy in hospital.
“I saw Harry and Ron today,” Lee said. “We didn’t talk, they were going into Madam Malkin’s. They were doing that ‘thing’ they do, you know?”
“Yeah.” George snorted, changing the direction of his massage. “Where Harry keeps his head down and Ron walks next to him all puffed up to distract people?”
“That’s it!” They chuckled for moment before quieting into more thoughtful reflection.
“Do you think they’ll catch who did it?” Lee’s voice was even and hopeful.
No explanation of who Lee meant by he was necessary. ‘He’ was the ever-present specter that attacked Lee just after the war ended, the same person who apparently had a vendetta against several in Diagon Alley that had fought against the Death Eaters. Lee wasn’t the only one over the past year to suffer from an assault.
“They had better,” George muttered through gritted teeth. He had fleeting thoughts of what he’d do to the cunt-faced fucker who hurt Lee and couldn’t decide whether using his Beater bat or his bare hands would feel more satisfying.
“Hey,” Lee whispered quietly, interrupting George’s mental revenge. Sitting up, he rubbed at the frown that had formed between George’s brows. Giving him an imploring look to diffuse his anger, he pulled George into a kiss and then down on top of him.
Both of their bodies were slick, and they glided around each other, twining their legs, rolling and twisting as if trying to touch each other with every bit of exposed skin at once.
~^~
A/N - Many thanks to my oncelikeshari who helped me curse like an angry Weasley. My first ever *c* word. Continue immediately to 30. Restraint
