Harry Potter oneshots

Fred and George Smut

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Title : Because Let's Face It, You'd Want to Shag Him Too If He Was Standing Naked beside You in the Shower

Author: Noodle

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: George Weasley/Fred Weasley (Twincest) =D (And if you stand on your head and squint, you can see some Fred/Oliver and maybe even-if you're good enough- some Fred/Oliver/George. Yes, in that order. ;D)

POV: 3rd

Fandom: Harry Potter

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the things created from the wondrous mind of J.K. Rowling. Therefore, you cannot sue me for the use of these characters. This is purely fan-based, which is why it is called fanfiction.

Era: Hogwarts, GoF (Goblet of Fire), 4th (They're sixteen. xD)

Form: One-Shot, Smut, PWP

Summary: So, there's only one way to really word this. Smut-al-le-mode. xD Yes, be jealouz of my horrible French skillz. xD B]

Warning: Hmmm...'s rated NC-17 for ze reason of...erm, smut. XDDDD Yup. Now, this is my first piece of smut, so, constructive criticism is always welcome. Plus, I do not have a beta, so, you can blame all the mistakes on meself. =] I also enjoy good comments, and I'll love you forever if you comment period. xD =D

Kayso, Fred has a small problem. Well, okay, it's a big problem, but he doesn't like to boast. And, okay, maybe he's staring at George's ass. And maybe he's observing how George's lips move in their soft, heavenly way that makes him want to ravage them and turn them dirty. And okay, fine, maybe he's noticing how much he would just love to throw George into the shower wall and rut against him in the most-

"Fred, are you going to stand there all day looking at my arse or are you going to get some cleanin' done?" George's smirk was big and unnerving on his face. He was staring at Fred, but he didn't look at all angry or disconcerted by the fact that his twin was staring at his ass. In fact, he looked quite amused and, was that - did Fred see a bit of desire in his twin's fudge-brown eyes? Fred really didn't know, but he decided it best to not dwell on the thought and actually clean himself a bit. That was what he was in the shower for...right?

"Well 's not my fault you're sticking it ou' there for me to see," Fred replied, his eyes glued to the shower wall in front of him, but the corners of his eyes were watching George's expression. The grin George'd previously adorned was now replaced with a look of mischief and playfulness.

"What would you like me to do with it? I could always turn around, but then I might 'ave you staring at somethin' else, neh? 'Course, I can't blame you, I'd stare at it too if it was me."

Fred snorted, turning himself sideways slightly to get a better reach of his side. He was lathering himself in soap at the moment, and really, it wasn't helping his persistent fantasizing of his twin. The more he tried to block it out, the more it seeped in, seemingly with the soap suds. It was covering every inch of his body, soaking itself into his skin, flowing through his veins, his pores, his very essence, driving itself to his mind, clogging his pure thoughts with this dirty - yet temptingly hot - fiction. And really, when Fred thought more on the matter, it wasn't that bad, was it? I mean, there's a time in a young man's life when he-

You're sixteen. You're not even of age yet.

And there was the reason he was not acting on his desires-er, I mean, temptations. His stupid conscience. Which, at the moment, was reprimanding him for these thoughts and fantasies he was having of his twin: pinning him to the shower wall, running his lips and teeth all over George's neck while his hands fell to his twin's prominent hip bones, gripping them firmly, letting his thumb slip down into George's small expanse of hair, and slowly moving his hands inward, relishing the skin beneath his own, until his hands rested right on George's-