Understanding
Title:Understanding
Author: Deviantfics
Matches: Fred Weasley/George Weasley/Lee Jordan
Rating: NC-17 for sexual content
Disclaimer: All involved characters and settings are property of JK Rowling, the rest is mine.
Setting: Diagon Alley, Harry et. al. 6th year
Understanding
"Are you sure you want to go out in this weather?" Lee Jordan asked, pushing back the curtains on the back window of Weasleys' Wizarding Weezes. He looked miserably out into the rain beyond the glass, and then let the red velvet curtains fall back into place.
"Yes, we're sure," Fred replied, pulling a very tight pair of dark blue dragon hide pants on, and buckling the silvery belt just below his belly botton. He slid his wand into the pocket on the inside of his black leather vest, and followed it with a number of coins. There was no shirt under the vest, and it did not close, leaving his well muscled chest and arms completely exposed.
"After all, what other time will you get to go out with us, Lee? We have things to do for the rest of the month." George added. Lee sighed, and tugged slightly at the jeans George had given him. They were far too tight for his comfort.
"Okay... but are you sure I have to wear these?"
"Yes." Fred and George responded in unison. Lee sighed again, and watched as George wiggled into a tight black polo shirt made from some very shiny material that Lee could see his own face in. He reached over and touched it, wondering what it was made of. George turned to him and grinned.
"Vinyl. A muggle creation. Hot, isn't it?"
"Uh. Sure."
"Oh come on, admit it, it's hot." Fred prodded, reaching over and lightly touching his brother's shoulder. George preened a moment as Lee blushed. It had been so long since he'd been with the twins, he'd forgotten how blatant they were in private spaces about their relationship. Lee had tried for years to get used to it, but sometimes he couldn't help but shy away from their unashamed incest. The fact that seeing them together turned him on certainly made the situation all the more embarasing for him.
"Well then, if we're going, let's go," Lee said, starting off toward the door. He heard the brothers chuckle slightly behind him, in the knowing way that reminded him how easily they could see through him. They did, however, follow him from the living quarters of their store (one small all purpose room and a lavatory) into the front of the store, where shelves and counters were lined with jokes and pranks of all sorts. Lee passed the Extendable Ears near the front, and opened the store door.
Immediately the storm outside pulled Lee out into the wet gloom, with a windy gust. He was only five steps out the door before he was soaked to the skin. Fred caught up with him on his right side, and George on his left, and they stubbornly made it through the rain to The Violet Dragon at the corner where Diagon Alley became Knockturn Alley.
Once inside, Fred had his wand out in his hand, and cast a drying spell on all three of them. It didn't take long before Lee was no longer shivering, and he could take a look around the club he had entered.
Lee had never seen anything quite like this establishment before. Small bright lights flashed in the air to the deep beat of the bass heavy music around him, and the one of the four walls was a mural of swirling colors. The rest of the large room was mostly black, including much of the clothing on the small number of patrons. A 20 something witch with many peices of metal attached to her face greeted them at the door, with a smirk and a nod. Lee nodded back, and followed Fred towards the bar.
"What'll it be?" The bartender, a middle aged man with his head shaved and a full length leather robe on, asked them without looking up.
"Firewhiskey," Fred responded. "Three of 'em."
He sat down at a table, with Fred and George behind him, and swollowed his drink quietly, still looking around the place. The drinking was nothing new to him, but the space around him certainly was. The dance floor appeared to be made of glass, and shapes in red and blue swirled around in it, aparently dancing along with the six people moving about the floor. It was a kind of dancing Lee had seen before - some of the 6th and 7th year students had been doing that at the Yule ball a two years ago until Professor McGonnagal had told them it was "innapropriate." Lee could certainly see why - if those people had not been wearing clothing, they may as well be having sex on the dance floor.
They all ordered more drinks, and the three of them talked for awhile about the shop. Lee would be taking care of it for a few weeks while the twins did some work for the Order, and some details still needed to be worked out, like how he'd contact them if something went wrong or he had questions. They worked out some details, and enjoyed the music surounding them.
After quite a few drinks George didn't want to talk about buisness anymore, and with the tipsy feeling Lee had, he agreed easily to go dance with them. More people had come to the bar, and the dance floor was nearly full now, with bodies moving to the hard beat of the music. Even if Lee had not been drinking, this music would have made him want to move.
They danced separately at first, and for awhile Fred moved across the floor to grind against a witch in clothing that could not rightly be called an outfit. Was that a chainmail bra, Lee wondered? The thong was most likely vinyl, and the white of it contrasted sharply against her chocolate complexion. Fred's pale skin stood out starkly against her's as well, and Lee was mesmerised by their bodies against each other. He wondered if that's what one of the twins would look like with him, light on dark, with no questions about who's leg that was, who's hand...
"Lee... another drink?" George asked, breathing against his ear. Lee jumped, and his friend grinned. Blushing, Lee realised how obvious his erection was in these skin tight jeans, and he turned and headed off the dance floor to the bar, hoping taking his eyes off of these beautiful people would help. It didn't right away, and took four rounds and a raised eyebrow from the bartender before Lee felt it was safe to return to his friends. He made his way back toward where he's left his friends unsteadily, and had to grab a chair once for stability.
Fred had left the witch by then, and was sitting at the bar with a tall drink with a cherry on top in his hand. George was dancing with someone Lee could not quite see across the dance floor. As soon as Lee got onto the dance floor a slightly built witch with a stunning velvet robe with shapes cut out of it to reveal much of her body approached him, and pulled him over to dance with her. He smiled, felt her hips moving between his hands, and let his body be taken over by the music. It was nice to feel himself attracted to someone female. It felt normal, and he needed something normal right now. He wasn't even ashamed as his jeans began to feel to tight around his groin again, and he pushed his hips closer to the witch, who smiled, and turned to kiss him while they danced. He'd been fucking girls since 5th year at school, and he knew how this worked.
Perhaps Lee would have taken her home, or at least gotten her phone number that night, if a loud noise and shout across the bar had not distracted him. He looked up, waiting for his eyes to adjust to looking at something other than this woman's breasts, and eventually spotted Fred and George being nearly carried out the door by the bartender and another large well built guy.
"We won't have you fucking faggots in our bar!" The bartender shouted, pushing one of the redheads out into the pouring rain. The second twin followed soon after, and Lee could hear him shouting back, but could not make out the words. Lee left the woman quickly, making his way across the bar clumsily in his drunken state, and followed his friends out into the street.
In the rain it took a long moment for Lee to recognise Fred kneeling on the walk, and George standing over him, holding his brother's head while he vomited into the gutter. George looked up at Lee, consern in his eyes.
"He hit him pretty hard," he explained. Fred stopped gagging, and threw his head back.
"It doesn' help I dran' so much," Fred added, then doubled over again, but did not continue to vomit. He shuddered for a few minutes, as the last few drinks he'd had washed away toward the sewers.
"What happen'?" Lee asked, his own mouth slurring slightly against his wishes.
"I guess we... sort of forgot where we were," George said, with a guilty shrug. He helped Fred to his feet, and the three of them began slowly walking toward the shop. Lee's head swam with anger, fear for his friends, and the firewhiskey which did not seem to be wearing off at all yet. Fred stopped half way to the shop, and started to turn back.
"That son of a bitch... I'll kick his ass!" He shouted, his anger coming late but strong. Lee grabbed his arm tightly, and George grabbed the other.
"Leave it, he'd wipe the dance floor with you!" Lee objected. That bartender was not a small guy, and the bouncer had been bigger. Fred continued to fight, until George tackled him, and held him to the street in a puddle. Fred quit fighting soon, seeing serious concern in George's eyes. George stayed on top of him a moment, making sure his brother would not jump up and tear off down the street to his doom, then kissed his cheek lightly. Lee watched, and no longer felt the nervous jolt he usually felt when the twins touched each other that way. It dawned on him now, in the freezing rain, that what the twins had was not lust, or bordom, or perversion.
They had love.
The three walked home silently, with the twins hand in hand, and Lee taging after them. He was suddenly no longer ashamed of their love, or even their incest, and certainly not of his interest - how could any man with a heart not see someone else's love and want some of that? Now he was proud. His friends had let him be the only person who knew how they felt. They did not need to share that with him, but they did.
Not long later they were back in the bedroom at the shop, and they all quietly pulled their wet clubbing clothes off. George dried them with a swish and flick, and Fred fetched a potion from their medicine cabinet to deal with the bruise his stomach had become. Lee sat in an old overstuffed chair in his underwear, his drunken brain still calm with his new realization, and watched these beautiful men take care of each other. Eventually, when Fred's bruise was dealt with, George had started a fire going, and all three of them were dry and warm, they sat together near the fireplace.
"I wish... people would understan'." Lee began.
"We gave up on that a long time ago. We should be more careful." Fred replied, a glum look crossing his face. A dark expression crossed George's visage too, and Lee reached over to his friends, one hand for each.
"I think... I understand now. I guess... it seems obvious to me now, that you don't choose who you love, sometimes... it just happens, ya? So... if I can understand... maybe. Maybe someone else can too?"
"I think... Lee, I think you're just special." Fred said, with a smile, and his hand went to where Lee's was on his knee. He touched the dark hand there, and kissed Lee's full lips lightly.
I would have been fighting this, Lee thought slowly of his life before tonight, and he leaned in, and took Fred's kiss for what it was. There was a hand on his shoulder soon as well. George? Lips on his neck, a finger on his nipple moved in circles. His hands moved too, up Fred's leg from his knee, up George's body to his firm muscled belly, and they layed back on the floor together, Lee on top of George, and Fred beside them. George's red thong brushed against Lee's white briefs, and Lee's body remembered how his friend had looked with that witch at the club. Now his dark skin lay against his friends' bodies, and he moaned quietly in pleasure as a pale hand snaked into his briefs.
"So fast..." Lee nearly objected, but Fred pushed him onto the floor between them, and straddled Lee's leg.
"No such thing... maybe we'll be slow later, okay?"
It had to be okay, because now there was a twin on each of Lee's legs, and one had a mouth around his left nipple, and the other hand a long dark finger in his mouth. The hand sneaked back into his underwear, and pulled his extremely firm cock out above the elastic and began to stroke. Somehow his hands made their way to the twins' bodies too, roaming over their stomachs and up to the shoulder of the one who was doing that to his nipple. What was that? No witch had ever accomplished that before.
A groan escaped Fred's lips (that was Fred wearing the blue thong, right?) as Lee ran his hand over the thin fabric covering the somewhat hard cock between Fred's legs. He felt it jump slightly under his hand.
"Careful... he's loud," George warned, pulling away from from what he was doing. Lee grunted his disaproval, but soon George moved down and took Lee's throbbing cock into his mouth, and the dark skinned boy no longer hand a reason to object.
"Whatever. You're the loud one," Fred mumbled, and moved off of Lee's leg to make way for George to kneel between the dark shuddering thighs while he worked magic with his tongue. Fred stepped out of his thong, leaving it on the floor, and pulled George's thong off too. Lee opened his eyes, hardly realizing he'd closed them, and watched as Fred rubbed his brother's back and shoulders lightly while Lee received the best blow of his life.
Lee continued to watch, trying not to moan to loud, as Fred reached around his brother, and began to pull at his cock, working it up to a boner rivaling Lee's. Fred's hand was working for his own erection too, but it wasn't working, and he cursed slighly under his breath. George pulled away from Lee, sighing slightly, and peered back at his twin.
"Well if you can't get it up, don't drink so much next time. Come on, you do this. I did not drink so much my body doesn't function tonight."
"Bastard." Fred mumbled, but he smiled too, as George stood and crossed the room. Fred scooted himself up between Lee's legs, and began to pump Lee's dick with his hand, more firmly than George had, but it felt wonderful. Lee watched as this pale white hand moved along his cock, and the other stroking his body slowly. Eventually Fred lowered his lips to Lee's cock, and began to do exactly what his brother had been doing before.
Lee continued to watch and shiver in pleasure as George returned with a small white bottle, and one hand around his own dick, keeping it hard. He knelt behind Fred, and though Lee could not see what he was doing, he suspected that George had started to put his fingers into his twin's butt. Fred's activities got a bit clumsier, as he moaned in what must be pleasure. George grinned over his brother's arched back at Lee, who smiled back through his panting. Eventually, as George pulled Fred back slightly, and pushed his cock deep into his brother's body, Fred had to pull away from Lee to shout. Lee didn't mind, watching them fuck was definitely close to as hot as the blow job he had been getting, and he sat up, scooted slightly to the side, and watched as George fucked Fred in the light of the fireplace. Sweat glistened on their bodies, and Lee sat with his cock in his hand, slowly pulling on it, as George and Fred both moaned in ecstacy.
Lee had to admit, George was louder.
Author: Deviantfics
Matches: Fred Weasley/George Weasley/Lee Jordan
Rating: NC-17 for sexual content
Disclaimer: All involved characters and settings are property of JK Rowling, the rest is mine.
Setting: Diagon Alley, Harry et. al. 6th year
Understanding
"Are you sure you want to go out in this weather?" Lee Jordan asked, pushing back the curtains on the back window of Weasleys' Wizarding Weezes. He looked miserably out into the rain beyond the glass, and then let the red velvet curtains fall back into place.
"Yes, we're sure," Fred replied, pulling a very tight pair of dark blue dragon hide pants on, and buckling the silvery belt just below his belly botton. He slid his wand into the pocket on the inside of his black leather vest, and followed it with a number of coins. There was no shirt under the vest, and it did not close, leaving his well muscled chest and arms completely exposed.
"After all, what other time will you get to go out with us, Lee? We have things to do for the rest of the month." George added. Lee sighed, and tugged slightly at the jeans George had given him. They were far too tight for his comfort.
"Okay... but are you sure I have to wear these?"
"Yes." Fred and George responded in unison. Lee sighed again, and watched as George wiggled into a tight black polo shirt made from some very shiny material that Lee could see his own face in. He reached over and touched it, wondering what it was made of. George turned to him and grinned.
"Vinyl. A muggle creation. Hot, isn't it?"
"Uh. Sure."
"Oh come on, admit it, it's hot." Fred prodded, reaching over and lightly touching his brother's shoulder. George preened a moment as Lee blushed. It had been so long since he'd been with the twins, he'd forgotten how blatant they were in private spaces about their relationship. Lee had tried for years to get used to it, but sometimes he couldn't help but shy away from their unashamed incest. The fact that seeing them together turned him on certainly made the situation all the more embarasing for him.
"Well then, if we're going, let's go," Lee said, starting off toward the door. He heard the brothers chuckle slightly behind him, in the knowing way that reminded him how easily they could see through him. They did, however, follow him from the living quarters of their store (one small all purpose room and a lavatory) into the front of the store, where shelves and counters were lined with jokes and pranks of all sorts. Lee passed the Extendable Ears near the front, and opened the store door.
Immediately the storm outside pulled Lee out into the wet gloom, with a windy gust. He was only five steps out the door before he was soaked to the skin. Fred caught up with him on his right side, and George on his left, and they stubbornly made it through the rain to The Violet Dragon at the corner where Diagon Alley became Knockturn Alley.
Once inside, Fred had his wand out in his hand, and cast a drying spell on all three of them. It didn't take long before Lee was no longer shivering, and he could take a look around the club he had entered.
Lee had never seen anything quite like this establishment before. Small bright lights flashed in the air to the deep beat of the bass heavy music around him, and the one of the four walls was a mural of swirling colors. The rest of the large room was mostly black, including much of the clothing on the small number of patrons. A 20 something witch with many peices of metal attached to her face greeted them at the door, with a smirk and a nod. Lee nodded back, and followed Fred towards the bar.
"What'll it be?" The bartender, a middle aged man with his head shaved and a full length leather robe on, asked them without looking up.
"Firewhiskey," Fred responded. "Three of 'em."
He sat down at a table, with Fred and George behind him, and swollowed his drink quietly, still looking around the place. The drinking was nothing new to him, but the space around him certainly was. The dance floor appeared to be made of glass, and shapes in red and blue swirled around in it, aparently dancing along with the six people moving about the floor. It was a kind of dancing Lee had seen before - some of the 6th and 7th year students had been doing that at the Yule ball a two years ago until Professor McGonnagal had told them it was "innapropriate." Lee could certainly see why - if those people had not been wearing clothing, they may as well be having sex on the dance floor.
They all ordered more drinks, and the three of them talked for awhile about the shop. Lee would be taking care of it for a few weeks while the twins did some work for the Order, and some details still needed to be worked out, like how he'd contact them if something went wrong or he had questions. They worked out some details, and enjoyed the music surounding them.
After quite a few drinks George didn't want to talk about buisness anymore, and with the tipsy feeling Lee had, he agreed easily to go dance with them. More people had come to the bar, and the dance floor was nearly full now, with bodies moving to the hard beat of the music. Even if Lee had not been drinking, this music would have made him want to move.
They danced separately at first, and for awhile Fred moved across the floor to grind against a witch in clothing that could not rightly be called an outfit. Was that a chainmail bra, Lee wondered? The thong was most likely vinyl, and the white of it contrasted sharply against her chocolate complexion. Fred's pale skin stood out starkly against her's as well, and Lee was mesmerised by their bodies against each other. He wondered if that's what one of the twins would look like with him, light on dark, with no questions about who's leg that was, who's hand...
"Lee... another drink?" George asked, breathing against his ear. Lee jumped, and his friend grinned. Blushing, Lee realised how obvious his erection was in these skin tight jeans, and he turned and headed off the dance floor to the bar, hoping taking his eyes off of these beautiful people would help. It didn't right away, and took four rounds and a raised eyebrow from the bartender before Lee felt it was safe to return to his friends. He made his way back toward where he's left his friends unsteadily, and had to grab a chair once for stability.
Fred had left the witch by then, and was sitting at the bar with a tall drink with a cherry on top in his hand. George was dancing with someone Lee could not quite see across the dance floor. As soon as Lee got onto the dance floor a slightly built witch with a stunning velvet robe with shapes cut out of it to reveal much of her body approached him, and pulled him over to dance with her. He smiled, felt her hips moving between his hands, and let his body be taken over by the music. It was nice to feel himself attracted to someone female. It felt normal, and he needed something normal right now. He wasn't even ashamed as his jeans began to feel to tight around his groin again, and he pushed his hips closer to the witch, who smiled, and turned to kiss him while they danced. He'd been fucking girls since 5th year at school, and he knew how this worked.
Perhaps Lee would have taken her home, or at least gotten her phone number that night, if a loud noise and shout across the bar had not distracted him. He looked up, waiting for his eyes to adjust to looking at something other than this woman's breasts, and eventually spotted Fred and George being nearly carried out the door by the bartender and another large well built guy.
"We won't have you fucking faggots in our bar!" The bartender shouted, pushing one of the redheads out into the pouring rain. The second twin followed soon after, and Lee could hear him shouting back, but could not make out the words. Lee left the woman quickly, making his way across the bar clumsily in his drunken state, and followed his friends out into the street.
In the rain it took a long moment for Lee to recognise Fred kneeling on the walk, and George standing over him, holding his brother's head while he vomited into the gutter. George looked up at Lee, consern in his eyes.
"He hit him pretty hard," he explained. Fred stopped gagging, and threw his head back.
"It doesn' help I dran' so much," Fred added, then doubled over again, but did not continue to vomit. He shuddered for a few minutes, as the last few drinks he'd had washed away toward the sewers.
"What happen'?" Lee asked, his own mouth slurring slightly against his wishes.
"I guess we... sort of forgot where we were," George said, with a guilty shrug. He helped Fred to his feet, and the three of them began slowly walking toward the shop. Lee's head swam with anger, fear for his friends, and the firewhiskey which did not seem to be wearing off at all yet. Fred stopped half way to the shop, and started to turn back.
"That son of a bitch... I'll kick his ass!" He shouted, his anger coming late but strong. Lee grabbed his arm tightly, and George grabbed the other.
"Leave it, he'd wipe the dance floor with you!" Lee objected. That bartender was not a small guy, and the bouncer had been bigger. Fred continued to fight, until George tackled him, and held him to the street in a puddle. Fred quit fighting soon, seeing serious concern in George's eyes. George stayed on top of him a moment, making sure his brother would not jump up and tear off down the street to his doom, then kissed his cheek lightly. Lee watched, and no longer felt the nervous jolt he usually felt when the twins touched each other that way. It dawned on him now, in the freezing rain, that what the twins had was not lust, or bordom, or perversion.
They had love.
The three walked home silently, with the twins hand in hand, and Lee taging after them. He was suddenly no longer ashamed of their love, or even their incest, and certainly not of his interest - how could any man with a heart not see someone else's love and want some of that? Now he was proud. His friends had let him be the only person who knew how they felt. They did not need to share that with him, but they did.
Not long later they were back in the bedroom at the shop, and they all quietly pulled their wet clubbing clothes off. George dried them with a swish and flick, and Fred fetched a potion from their medicine cabinet to deal with the bruise his stomach had become. Lee sat in an old overstuffed chair in his underwear, his drunken brain still calm with his new realization, and watched these beautiful men take care of each other. Eventually, when Fred's bruise was dealt with, George had started a fire going, and all three of them were dry and warm, they sat together near the fireplace.
"I wish... people would understan'." Lee began.
"We gave up on that a long time ago. We should be more careful." Fred replied, a glum look crossing his face. A dark expression crossed George's visage too, and Lee reached over to his friends, one hand for each.
"I think... I understand now. I guess... it seems obvious to me now, that you don't choose who you love, sometimes... it just happens, ya? So... if I can understand... maybe. Maybe someone else can too?"
"I think... Lee, I think you're just special." Fred said, with a smile, and his hand went to where Lee's was on his knee. He touched the dark hand there, and kissed Lee's full lips lightly.
I would have been fighting this, Lee thought slowly of his life before tonight, and he leaned in, and took Fred's kiss for what it was. There was a hand on his shoulder soon as well. George? Lips on his neck, a finger on his nipple moved in circles. His hands moved too, up Fred's leg from his knee, up George's body to his firm muscled belly, and they layed back on the floor together, Lee on top of George, and Fred beside them. George's red thong brushed against Lee's white briefs, and Lee's body remembered how his friend had looked with that witch at the club. Now his dark skin lay against his friends' bodies, and he moaned quietly in pleasure as a pale hand snaked into his briefs.
"So fast..." Lee nearly objected, but Fred pushed him onto the floor between them, and straddled Lee's leg.
"No such thing... maybe we'll be slow later, okay?"
It had to be okay, because now there was a twin on each of Lee's legs, and one had a mouth around his left nipple, and the other hand a long dark finger in his mouth. The hand sneaked back into his underwear, and pulled his extremely firm cock out above the elastic and began to stroke. Somehow his hands made their way to the twins' bodies too, roaming over their stomachs and up to the shoulder of the one who was doing that to his nipple. What was that? No witch had ever accomplished that before.
A groan escaped Fred's lips (that was Fred wearing the blue thong, right?) as Lee ran his hand over the thin fabric covering the somewhat hard cock between Fred's legs. He felt it jump slightly under his hand.
"Careful... he's loud," George warned, pulling away from from what he was doing. Lee grunted his disaproval, but soon George moved down and took Lee's throbbing cock into his mouth, and the dark skinned boy no longer hand a reason to object.
"Whatever. You're the loud one," Fred mumbled, and moved off of Lee's leg to make way for George to kneel between the dark shuddering thighs while he worked magic with his tongue. Fred stepped out of his thong, leaving it on the floor, and pulled George's thong off too. Lee opened his eyes, hardly realizing he'd closed them, and watched as Fred rubbed his brother's back and shoulders lightly while Lee received the best blow of his life.
Lee continued to watch, trying not to moan to loud, as Fred reached around his brother, and began to pull at his cock, working it up to a boner rivaling Lee's. Fred's hand was working for his own erection too, but it wasn't working, and he cursed slighly under his breath. George pulled away from Lee, sighing slightly, and peered back at his twin.
"Well if you can't get it up, don't drink so much next time. Come on, you do this. I did not drink so much my body doesn't function tonight."
"Bastard." Fred mumbled, but he smiled too, as George stood and crossed the room. Fred scooted himself up between Lee's legs, and began to pump Lee's dick with his hand, more firmly than George had, but it felt wonderful. Lee watched as this pale white hand moved along his cock, and the other stroking his body slowly. Eventually Fred lowered his lips to Lee's cock, and began to do exactly what his brother had been doing before.
Lee continued to watch and shiver in pleasure as George returned with a small white bottle, and one hand around his own dick, keeping it hard. He knelt behind Fred, and though Lee could not see what he was doing, he suspected that George had started to put his fingers into his twin's butt. Fred's activities got a bit clumsier, as he moaned in what must be pleasure. George grinned over his brother's arched back at Lee, who smiled back through his panting. Eventually, as George pulled Fred back slightly, and pushed his cock deep into his brother's body, Fred had to pull away from Lee to shout. Lee didn't mind, watching them fuck was definitely close to as hot as the blow job he had been getting, and he sat up, scooted slightly to the side, and watched as George fucked Fred in the light of the fireplace. Sweat glistened on their bodies, and Lee sat with his cock in his hand, slowly pulling on it, as George and Fred both moaned in ecstacy.
Lee had to admit, George was louder.