hp_may_madness

Title: Best Day of the Year
Characters/Pairing: Fred/George
Word Count: 334
Rating: R
Warnings: Slash, twincest
Challenge: none
Author's Notes: <3

Fred Weasley turned over in his bed. Sunlight was streaming through the bedroom window and lying just perfectly across the naked bottom of his twin brother, who was covered by the patterned sheets in all the wrong places. He grinned. Perfect start to today.

'Geooorgie,' he said softly, trying to wake his brother gently. No response. 'Geooooooooorgie,' he breathed again, stroking George's exposed calf with one long finger. George made a slight noise, but didn't move.

'Well, fuck it, then,' Fred said, his grin widening. He placed his whole hand on George's leg and ran it steadily upward underneath the sheet, past George's smooth inner thigh and landing squarely in the most sensitive of areas. Fred buried his hand under George's nether regions and gave them a nice squeeze.

George's body jerked, and he moaned. 'Frrrrd,' he mumbled, his face still smushed in his pillow. Fred grabbed him around the midsection and yanked him over, flipping him onto his back, then in one fluid movement straddled him, their identical penises warm and hard against each other. His eyes rolled back in his head, and George's closed.

'Don't go back to sleep on me, love,' Fred said, rubbing his hands up and down George's hips.

'I'm... I'm up...' George said softly in reply. 'Ungh... Jesus, Fred...'

'Out of love, my dear, out of love. It's bloody ten o'clock, George. We've got to be at the Burrow in an hour.'

'Noooo, come on... we were supposed to have s'more omelettes and potato crisp hotcakes!'

'Alas,' Fred said, his head down in mock mourning, 'we will have to skip the Holy Breakfast. I'm sure Mum will have a great feast laid out anyway.' He leaned down and gave George a long, full kiss. 'Happy birthday, Georgie.'

George smiled widely and craned his neck up to kiss Fred again. 'Happy birthday, Fred.' George struggled underneath his brother, trying to move his upper body enough to see the clock. '...Think there's time for a good shag before we go?'