I Want to Touch You

I Want to Touch You: Chapter 7

A Moth circling a flame...

The twins\' carefree relationship was gone. Everything was serious now, nothing was a game. Their lives had shifted under the tone of wild drama.

Fred helped George wash the deep wound. They cleaned their clothes with a spell and found ways to touch each other lovingly. The cl phl physical contact was comforting. A subdued tone filled the air as they touched each other\'s face and sleeves and chest.

They stood in the bathroom forehead to forehead, beautiful mirror images of each other. Like the wings of a moth. But it was time to move out to the common room again. The students would be back soon.

They sat silently on the couch, the entire sides of their body touching. Each had their hand on the other\'s leg, and their heads leaned against each other. Their breathing beat smoothly to the tick of the clock on the far wall. And then came the noise.

Students burst through the portrait hole, carelessly puncturing the still room. George and Fred didn\'t think to separate. That would have been admitting to themselves that their nearness was wrong. Everyone else seemed to be humming in a separate dimension as the twins stared blankly at the blur of blues and blacks.

Slam! Angelina sat next to George. Her high voice ripped him away from the silence. \"We had loads of fun, George. Too bad you couldn\'t come. I brought you some stuff.\" She dumped candy into his lap and Fred pulled his warm hand away. \"I need to talk to you,\" she said. \"Let\'s take a walk.\" George rose numbly and followed Angelina out.

She was talking, George knew, but he wasn\'t listening, just staring at her, beyond her. And then he saw her face move closer to him.

How could he feel nothing from her well-practiced kiss when he grew so hot just from the thought of Fred? Her tongue pushed itself into his lifeless mouth. Despite her intimate gesture, she seemed so far away to George. She was part of some twisted dream where only he and Fred were real. And someday, perhaps, they would wake up.

A delicate hand shoved him. He caught bits of her rant. \"Asexual,\" \"goddamn faggot,\" \"fuck you,\" \"what\'s your problem, queer?\" and she stormed off. George walked into the common room and u his his bed, falling into a deep slumber.

The next day George woke up feeling slightly more connected to the world. He opened Fred\'s bed curtain and looked down at him with a huge grin. Fred\'s laughter seemed to pierce and shatter the glass that had enclosed them the day before. They joked with the otroomroommates while getting ready for breakfast.

\"Lee thought he was eating one of the candies that makes you quack like a duck,\" laughed Sam, \"but it was one of the ones that makes your skin blue. So he was just standing there with his face turning florescent blue and trying to quack. It was the funniest thing I\'ve ever seen!\"

They all laughed uproariously, including the twins, as Lee threw a balled- up sock at Sam\'s head.

Ron, Hermione and Harry joined the group of boys on the way to lunch. Ron imparted hilarious gossip. \"Did you hear about Professor Snape? Luna Lovegood added a wrong ingredient to a potion just as Snape was leaning over it and it blew up in his face! He\'s got random bald spots and no eyebrows!\"

Everyone was in good spirits as they sat down at the long tables. They dug in to their food with enthusiasm and laughed until their bellies hurt every time they stole a glance at Snape up by the teachers\' table.

Fred and George were laughing with the rest with open mouths full of food. They sat so that their sides touched and found ways to make playful contact as they joined in the fun.

That night Fred climbed into George\'s bed after everyone else was asleep. They took their shirts off and George drew the tips of his fingers lightly over his brother\'s chest. He felt his brother\'s eyes on him but didn\'t look up. Slowly, slowly, Fred reached for his brother\'s hand and held it. George looked down at the covers and felt his brother guiding him carefully toward him. Fred hesitated only a moment before placing his hand firmly against his crotch. George felt his brother grow slightly in his hand, even beneath the underwear. He looked into his Brother\'s hungry eyes.

Just masturbating for him. As if it were his own hand. And it looked like it was Fred\'s hand there, massaging the erection gently.

Fred\'s eyes stayed on his twin\'s face as George\'s hand slid beneath the underwear and touched warm flesh. Fred breathed in sharply. George touched lightly with his fingers, eliciting a moan of torture from Fred, before grabbing it with his hand. He was breathing hard, hanging on Fred\'s every move, living to give his brother pleasure. He felt utter happiness as his brother came in his hand. I did that, he thought, relishing the feeling of sticky smooth cum on his skin.

Fred closed his eyes and breathed steadily. George pressed his erection firmly against Fred\'s leg to feel the pressure and so that he could be nearer to him. He watched Fred\'s peaceful face for a few minutes before slipping out of his bed. He replaced Fred\'s shirt as best he could and muttered a spell to clean the stains. Then he put on his own shirt and slipped into his brother\'s bed.

He felt the shallow grooves of the bed and fell asleep.