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50_smutlets claim, that belongs in my Within You, Without You universe.
Title: The Glass Onion
Author: Maple
Pairing: George/Lee
Word Count: 773
Rating: R
Warning/AN: EWE, Beta by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mrsquizzical and queenbe23more , they know this story better than I do!
I’ve lured you into a false sense of George’s woobieness. He’s still a prat!
My Table
41. Journal
~^~
After having breakfast with George’s parents, they walked together through the overgrown outer garden.
George wasn’t sure if it was the tall weeds, the rabbit droppings, or the meandering hens roaming freely that had Lee clutching his arm. It certainly wasn’t his limp that slowed him down.
In either case, he couldn’t keep from smirking.
“When I said I wanted to roll around in the grass with you,” Lee flicked at a grasshopper, “this wasn’t what I had in mind.”
“Oh, no?”
“No! I was thinking more along the lines of Hyde Park, at our spot near the Upside-down Tree.”
“But this is much better than polished lawns in the city! Here, we can be alone.”
Lee seemed well convinced of the benefits of country living several minutes later when he was sucking George’s right nipple and palming his hardening cock through his trousers.
“George,” Lee whispered, having ceased the sucking. “… It’s looking at us.”
“What?” George turned around, wand at the ready, but the creature before him was a chicken. One he recognized.
“Look who it is!” he cried, lunging at the docile, prehistoric looking animal. “Lee, you’ve got to meet her. She’s been in the family for years!”
“No, thank you.”
George cradled the bird under his arm, stroking its red and black plumage.
“Here, say hello to Fanny.” He raised her up slightly.
“Ugh!” Lee took a hasty step back, a clear look of distain on his face.
“Now, don’t take offense, Fanny. He respects you and appreciates your contribution to society, but he just isn’t interested in you like that.”
“Very funny. I suppose there’s a rooster named ‘Cock’ as well?”
“Tch! That would just be pedantic,” George scoffed with superiority. “Mum named her Fran – Frannie – which Charlie naturally coined ‘Fanny’, and it just stuck.”
“Charming.”
“Don’t you want to pet her?” George asked, knowing perfectly well that he didn’t.
“No, I don’t.” Lee shuddered. “It’s foul!”
“Heh, heh, good one. Fowl, that’s funny.”
“I’m not being ironic.” Lee took another awkward step backwards.
It was an odd talent perhaps, maybe it was because of the empathy he shared with his twin, but he could spot the slight shudder and the dilated pupils indicating anxiety.
“She’s just a sweet, ickle, beaky thing. She won’t hurt ya.” He thrust the bird at Lee, making him shuffle to the side.
“No, don’t!” Lee said, struggling to keep his composure.
George grinned.
“Come on, Lee, just a little scritch on the head?”
The hen turned her head with a jerk to look at him with one eye and let out a rotund grawk.
“No. I don’t want to. Don’t.”
George advanced as Lee retreated.
“You’re not scared of an iddy biddy hen, are ya?”
“I am not!” Lee protested, while he backed himself against the wall of the shed and the fence.
“Jordan, you had a pet tarantula for crying out loud!”
“Anansi was furry and dignified!”
George held out the chicken again, casually, as if he was offering Lee a rose to smell.
“Urgh! – Don’t! Don’t or I’ll-”
“You’ll what?” He took another step closer.
“I’ll tell Fred! He said he’d sort you out for me.”
“Ha! Trust me, you do not want Fred knowing you’re scared of chickens.”
“I’m not! I just don’t like it. It’s revolting!”
“I’m going to write this day down in my journal.”
“You don’t keep a journal.”
“Today, I discovered that Lee suffers from alektorophobia.”
“What’s that?”
“Fear of chickens.”
“I’m not bloody afraid, damn you! Ah!,” he screeched. “Get it away!”
“Be reasonable.”
Lee was cornered now.
“No, no, stop it, George! I don’t like it. Please!” Lee pleaded, his eyes now closed as he turned sideways trying in vain to get away from it.
George sniggered. It was immature and wrong perhaps, but he was satisfied.
“Sorry, Fanny, maybe another time.” He put down the bird who gave him a discriminating stare and toddled away.
George sidled up to Lee, who was visibly breathing hard. “Aww, I was only playing with you.”
“Bastard!” Lee rammed George with his shoulder. “You’re a bully! You haven’t grown up at all!” He sounded furious, but Lee didn’t yell if he was properly angry.
George chuckled and reached for him.
“DON’T you touch me with those filthy, fecking chicken hands!” Lee shouted.
“Chicken hands? But Fanny’s not dirty!” George laughed.
“Get away from me!” Lee shoved passed George and stormed away, his shoulders twitching. “You are not touching me again until you wash your hands!”
“Lee, it was just a joke!”
If only he had a Knut for all the times he’d said those words.
~^~
A/N: You can read about George coming out to his brothers in Chapter 10 of Within You, Without You.
50_smutlets claim, that belongs in my Within You, Without You universe.Title: The Glass Onion
Author: Maple
Pairing: George/Lee
Word Count: 773
Rating: R
Warning/AN: EWE, Beta by
mrsquizzical and queenbe23more , they know this story better than I do!I’ve lured you into a false sense of George’s woobieness. He’s still a prat!
My Table
41. Journal
~^~
After having breakfast with George’s parents, they walked together through the overgrown outer garden.
George wasn’t sure if it was the tall weeds, the rabbit droppings, or the meandering hens roaming freely that had Lee clutching his arm. It certainly wasn’t his limp that slowed him down.
In either case, he couldn’t keep from smirking.
“When I said I wanted to roll around in the grass with you,” Lee flicked at a grasshopper, “this wasn’t what I had in mind.”
“Oh, no?”
“No! I was thinking more along the lines of Hyde Park, at our spot near the Upside-down Tree.”
“But this is much better than polished lawns in the city! Here, we can be alone.”
Lee seemed well convinced of the benefits of country living several minutes later when he was sucking George’s right nipple and palming his hardening cock through his trousers.
“George,” Lee whispered, having ceased the sucking. “… It’s looking at us.”
“What?” George turned around, wand at the ready, but the creature before him was a chicken. One he recognized.
“Look who it is!” he cried, lunging at the docile, prehistoric looking animal. “Lee, you’ve got to meet her. She’s been in the family for years!”
“No, thank you.”
George cradled the bird under his arm, stroking its red and black plumage.
“Here, say hello to Fanny.” He raised her up slightly.
“Ugh!” Lee took a hasty step back, a clear look of distain on his face.
“Now, don’t take offense, Fanny. He respects you and appreciates your contribution to society, but he just isn’t interested in you like that.”
“Very funny. I suppose there’s a rooster named ‘Cock’ as well?”
“Tch! That would just be pedantic,” George scoffed with superiority. “Mum named her Fran – Frannie – which Charlie naturally coined ‘Fanny’, and it just stuck.”
“Charming.”
“Don’t you want to pet her?” George asked, knowing perfectly well that he didn’t.
“No, I don’t.” Lee shuddered. “It’s foul!”
“Heh, heh, good one. Fowl, that’s funny.”
“I’m not being ironic.” Lee took another awkward step backwards.
It was an odd talent perhaps, maybe it was because of the empathy he shared with his twin, but he could spot the slight shudder and the dilated pupils indicating anxiety.
“She’s just a sweet, ickle, beaky thing. She won’t hurt ya.” He thrust the bird at Lee, making him shuffle to the side.
“No, don’t!” Lee said, struggling to keep his composure.
George grinned.
“Come on, Lee, just a little scritch on the head?”
The hen turned her head with a jerk to look at him with one eye and let out a rotund grawk.
“No. I don’t want to. Don’t.”
George advanced as Lee retreated.
“You’re not scared of an iddy biddy hen, are ya?”
“I am not!” Lee protested, while he backed himself against the wall of the shed and the fence.
“Jordan, you had a pet tarantula for crying out loud!”
“Anansi was furry and dignified!”
George held out the chicken again, casually, as if he was offering Lee a rose to smell.
“Urgh! – Don’t! Don’t or I’ll-”
“You’ll what?” He took another step closer.
“I’ll tell Fred! He said he’d sort you out for me.”
“Ha! Trust me, you do not want Fred knowing you’re scared of chickens.”
“I’m not! I just don’t like it. It’s revolting!”
“I’m going to write this day down in my journal.”
“You don’t keep a journal.”
“Today, I discovered that Lee suffers from alektorophobia.”
“What’s that?”
“Fear of chickens.”
“I’m not bloody afraid, damn you! Ah!,” he screeched. “Get it away!”
“Be reasonable.”
Lee was cornered now.
“No, no, stop it, George! I don’t like it. Please!” Lee pleaded, his eyes now closed as he turned sideways trying in vain to get away from it.
George sniggered. It was immature and wrong perhaps, but he was satisfied.
“Sorry, Fanny, maybe another time.” He put down the bird who gave him a discriminating stare and toddled away.
George sidled up to Lee, who was visibly breathing hard. “Aww, I was only playing with you.”
“Bastard!” Lee rammed George with his shoulder. “You’re a bully! You haven’t grown up at all!” He sounded furious, but Lee didn’t yell if he was properly angry.
George chuckled and reached for him.
“DON’T you touch me with those filthy, fecking chicken hands!” Lee shouted.
“Chicken hands? But Fanny’s not dirty!” George laughed.
“Get away from me!” Lee shoved passed George and stormed away, his shoulders twitching. “You are not touching me again until you wash your hands!”
“Lee, it was just a joke!”
If only he had a Knut for all the times he’d said those words.
~^~
A/N: You can read about George coming out to his brothers in Chapter 10 of Within You, Without You.
