Date: Tue, 6 Dec 2005 16:08:00 -0800 (PST)
From: Vince Usher <vinush@yahoo.com>
Subject: Green Eyed Monster

Title: The Green Eyed Monster
Author: vinush@yahoo.com
Rating: NC-17 [for twincest]
Pairings: Fred/George
Feedback: All constructive feedback welcomed. Non-constructive (or
excessively negative) will be ignored. Thank you.
Disclaimer: The characters in this story don't belong to me and this is
not intended to indicate the true sexualities of the Weasley twins, nor
of the Phelps brothers who play them in the movies (although I wish it
did...mmmmmmm) don't sue me!
Summary: Set during the Goblet of Fire after Fred asked Angelina to the
Yule Ball. This is not cannon; although I wish it were... mmmmmmm.
George is suffering a bit of jealousy, and things get hot.


                             The Green Eyed Monster


Fred and George sat in their dorm room in the Gryffindor tower, an uneasy
silence between them.

"Penny for them." Fred said at last, trying to break George out of the
mood he'd been in for most of the day.

George merely turned away from his twin.

Fred moved to George's bed, and sat next to his identical longhaired
twin brother. "What's wrong George?" He asked, their bodies almost
touching.

"What's wrong Fred?" George spat angrily back, moving away from his
sexy twin, distancing himself from his strong scent. "What's wrong is
you asking Angelina to the bloody Yule Ball." He pouted, his soft, warm
lips jutting out slightly.

"Georgie," Fred said using the pet name he had for his brother when
they were alone. "I had to. We can't go to the ball together as a
couple. People would hate us for it." Fred's words were soothing,
caring. He turned his brother's head to look him in the face, his soft,
powerful, warm hand lingering longer than necessary as he began to gently
caress his brother's milky soft skin. He moved his hand down to
George's chest, firm from the many hours of Quidditch practice, feeling
his pecs, caressing his nipple and eliciting a small exclamation of
pleasure before he continued further down towards George's washboard
abs.

He moved his hand to the left, brushing across George's side with
feather soft touches, making him laugh at the tickling he received.

George felt himself melt into Fred's touch as he pressed himself into
Fred's movements, trying to keep as much contact as he could.

"Not here." He heard himself breathe, his anger forgotten with the
arrival of the semi erection in his pants.

"Where?" Fred whispered into George's ear, his hot breath thrilling
his brother, his lips so close as to almost be kissing.

"The room, where else?" George said, his voice sounding forced. He
didn't want this to end now that it had started, but they couldn't risk
being found by one of their roommates.

"Of course. Where else?" Fred sighed back as they broke their contact
to relocate to the room of requirement.

*****

As they entered the room the door had barely closed before their mouths
found one another. George's tongue darted into Fred's waiting mouth as
they kissed each other deeply. Their tongues massaged one another as
their kissed became more passionate, pausing only briefly for air. Their
identical twin bodies ground against each other as they rubbed and bucked
their hips into one another in time with the kiss.

Fred was the first to break the kiss as he slowly undid the buttons on
George's striped shirt, revealing inch after inch of George's hot,
sweaty rock hard torso. He kissed his way down George's almost hairless
upper body down to his sweet treasure trail of ginger hair. As he reached
his belly button he pushed his tongue into the sexy cavity of his
brother.

George moaned with pleasure as Fred expertly used his turn on spot to
full effect. George ran his hands through Fred's silky hair and began to
gently tickle the back of Fred's neck. This caused Fred's already
hardening tool to instantly stand to attention.

Fred gasped with pleasure as he stopped working his tongue over George's
body. "Georgie, that is so fucking hot!" he moaned as a tingle
travelled through his body.

"I know." George replied, keeping up his actions. "But Fred, you've
stopped!" He sounded almost shocked.

"Have I?" Fred asked, feigning innocence. "Indeed, so I have!" He
instantly began his tongue ministrations anew upon his twin, making a
small squeal of pleasure escape George's sumptuous lips.

"Fred!" George gasped. He was close to release, and his brother hadn't
even touched his swollen, aching cock, which begged for release from its
prison within his trousers.

Fred knew exactly what George meant, and he stopped his tonguing of
George's navel to let his excitement lessen. George fell against the
coverings of the lavish four-poster bed, his knees weak from his near
orgasm.

While George was catching his breath Fred had not been idle. He had
started to slowly peel off his clothes, giving his panting brother a
show, which only helped prolong his excitement. He revealed his fully
naked and toned, lightly freckled body, which was identical in every
detail to George's. His smooth, hairless chest gave way to his treasure
trail nestled amid his pelvic muscles and leading further down to his
enlarged penis.

Sweat stood out on his skin, fresh from the closeness of his brother for
so long. He moved over to George with a smirk on his face, and began to
undo the buttons of George's denim jeans. The sight of George's rock
hard prick clearly outlined in his white boxers, now soaked with pre-cum
and straining against the fabric rewarded his work.

Fred fell to his knees onto the soft cushions lying there and began
greedily lapping at his brother's cock head, still contained in
George's increasingly wet underwear.

He kissed the fabric-covered cock with soft delicate pecks; and with
ravenous lust filled kisses, all the while George ground against his
mouth. When he could take no more, Fred would let up, only to renew his
cock worship once his brother had calmed down.

After 20 minutes of this treatment he begged Fred to stop. His own lust
for his twin's cock was almost out of control and he practically
devoured Fred's rod as he expertly deep throated him when they swapped
places.

"George!" Fred panted between the flexings of George's throat around
his prick. "George, it is still attached you know!" He almost cried out
to his marginally younger brother.

George looked up into Fred's eyes with a lust that scared him. This was
a side of George that Fred had never seen before. And it was infinitely
hotter than anything Fred had ever seen in his entire life.

George continued to suck and swallow around Fred's dick, causing wave
after wave after wave of pleasure to crash against his body. It was only
a matter of time before Fred came, and when he did it was with such a
force that he felt empty when he had finished.

"Nyyyyaaaarrrgggggh!" He half yelled, half screamed.

George didn't miss a beat. He swallowed every last drop, milking Fred's
cock for all it was worth.

As Fred lay there panting George placed his legs against his shoulders
and inserted a finger into Fred's tight hole. He began to move the
finger back and forth, massaging Fred's prostate and stretching his
rosebud as he went. A second finger joined the first, and then a third
followed, stretching Fred wider than ever before. As Fred let out a gasp
of pain George continued to widen his brother to prepare him for his
cock.

When he was satisfied, or he become tired of waiting (for Fred never
found out which) George thrust his entire shaft up inside of his brother,
his sack making contact with Fred's cheeks.

George stayed there for a moment while Fred adjusted, and then pulled out
entirely, causing Fred to whimper at the emptiness he now felt. And then
George was back in with a hard thrust, his sweaty balls slapping wetly
against Fred's ass.

George began to pump his cock in and out of his brother's hole with a
ferocious urgency that both frightened and thrilled Fred at the same
time.

It wasn't long before Fred began to push against his brother's cock,
wanting every last part of it inside of him, and then waiting patiently
on each outward pull for his brother's rod to ram home again. Fred was
moaning with pure, unbridled lust as he received the best fuck of his
life from his normally submissive younger twin.

And finally, after what seemed an eternity (although no one could have
lasted fucking that hard and intensely for longer than a handful of
minutes) George screamed a guttural, primal, and above all sexual, noise
as his seed exploded into Fred's waiting body.

Fred was pushed over the edge by George's final push, and his now hard
cock shot a second load that evening, this one hit him in the face, chest
and stomach.

George collapsed onto Fred, squashing his brother's cum between them,
his softening cock still inside Fred's hole. He began to lick his
brother's face, gathering Fred's cum into his mouth. He pressed his
tongue into Fred's mouth, swapping the cum and saliva.

As they broke the kiss, Fred looked into him, and smiled. "What was all
that about?" He asked, still panting.

"Don't ever invite Angelina to anything again." George said, cuddling
into Fred.

They lay there until they fell asleep in each other's arms.

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"Some mornings, it's just not worth chewing through the leather straps."
Emo Philips.