Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/ works/7895527. Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Underage Fandom: Harry_Potter_-_J.K._Rowling Relationship: Fred_Weasley/George_Weasley, Weasleys/Other(s) Character: Fred_Weasley, George_Weasley, Other_-_Character Additional Tags: First_Time, Established_Relationship, Multiple_Partners Collections: Ink_Stained_Fingers Stats: Published: 2004-02-22 Words: 5629 ****** Two to One ****** by marlinad [archived by ISF_Archivist] Summary Lee Jordan feels left out. Notes This story was originally archived at Ink_Stained_Fingers, which was created in 2002 as a home for Harry Potter slash fiction. To preserve the archive, we began manually importing its works to the AO3 as an Open Doors-approved project in January 2015. We e-mailed all authors about the move and posted announcements, but may not have reached everyone. If you are (or know) this author or artist, please contact me using the e-mail address at the Ink_Stained_Fingers_collection profile. Author's notes: All characters belong to whomever they belong to, etceteraetcetera Please post a review! I love reviews! I love people and I love what they say about my fiction! Two to One Lee shifted in his chair, trying to obscure the book title from Fred without being obvious about it. "What's that? Naughty magazine?" Fred was leaning over him, grinning. "Well..." Lee said guiltily and held the book up for his friend to see. Fred stared at him, open-mouthed. "No..." he said slowly. "Studying? Lee?" "All right, so I said I wasn't going to," groaned Lee. "People change their minds, for gods sakes." George went back to writing down the results of their last test and Fred sat on the arm of his chair. "By the way, any more ideas on how to get Umbridge?" he said in a low conspiratorial voice, "We couldn't get the Garroting gas." The next evening, Lee found the twins bent over a piece of parchment and whispering together. "What's that?" he said, leaning in for a better look at the parchment. "Just a form," said Fred. "Yeah, we're planning on becoming a mail-order service," said George, and jotted something down on his clipboard. Lee sat in a chair near the fire and pretended to look at a naughty magazine, stealing glances over at their faces frowning in concentration by the fire. Frowning the same frown. A couple other Gryffindors called over to him. "Lee, who d'you think will win the next World Cup, India or Ireland?" Eventually Fred and George joined in the heated debate, with each an arm draped around the other's identical waist. As always. "India doesn't stand a chance!" said Fred dismissively. "Patel is no match for Riley. I'd bet twenty Galleons on it...if I had twenty Galleons." "Yeah, but India's got Patel and Chaudhary," said Angelina. "The one good Beater Ireland had got traded out too." "Hey, Lee, we've got this brilliant idea," George muttered to him, and as they turned away the conversation about the Cup continued without them. "Yeah," said Fred. "Do you want to help us get some fireworks?" An evening later they were sitting around in a deserted corner of the commons again, discussing ordering the fireworks. Fred circled George with a distinctly predatory look in his eye. Lee sat in his favorite chair and watched, absently disappearing scattered lint from the thick red carpet with his wand. "It's all in the element of surprise," Fred said. "We've got to keep quiet for a couple of weeks before the big bang. You know, lull Umbridge into a false sense of--" George leaped on Fred and with a howl brought him crashing down on the floor. They rolled around, Fred trying to pin the other boy's arms to his sides while George held on to his leg. He bit down hard on Fred's calf. Fred punched him in the stomach. "How do you do it?" said Lee. The twins looked swiftly up at him. "Do what?" asked Fred. "Get along like that. I'd be driven bonkers if I had a twin." "Well," said Fred thoughtfully, "He's just like me, and I'm great, so..." George took advantage of the interruption to flip Fred over and sit on top of him. Fred tried to roll over beneath him, crying with laughter and pounding the floor. Finally he succeeded in bucking George off, and the tussle began again. "You know, I still can't believe Umbridge kicked you off the Quidditch team. You were the best Beaters our team'd had in years," said Lee. He sent a beam of light at the opposite wall and it rebounded across the room, flapping like a bat. "She has definitely crossed some lines," said George, following the magical light with his eyes as it landed on the floor leaving a burn mark in the carpet. "Yeah. I mean, who could really blame us for wanting to hurt Malfoy? She's power-mad, she is," said Fred thoughtfully, cuffing George over the head. With that they were back to it, identical red heads bobbing like flames, stocky bodies crushing each other against the floor. Finally Lee, tired of making black scorch marks on the rug, dove on top of George (or was it Fred?) and tried to pull him into a headlock. His slight build was no match for either of them, though, and he soon found himself flat on his back pinned helpless beneath George's broad mischievous grin. He laughed in a winded sort of way, and the weight was removed from his diaphragm. "Hey, I got to go to Astronomy early tomorrow morning," said Lee, struggling onto his feet. "I'm going to get some sleep." "Good idea, we'll go too," said Fred. George raised his eyebrows at him, but Fred was already heading toward the stairs. They walked into their dormitory to see Norris, the pale bookworm, sitting on his bed poring over a fantasy book. The cover looked like it was titled "Flight of the Snorkak." Under the title was a picture of a dark haired witch with a strong chin riding a silver broomstick and wearing a futuristic spacesuit that displayed all her curves. The other boy who shared their room was not around, as usual. Lee sometimes said he didn't believe that other boy even existed. Lee slept in the bed immediately to the left of the door. Going clockwise, the next bed was George's, then Fred's right next to his. The other two were Norris's, and then the anonymous boy's. Lee pulled on his pajamas and lay in bed, sliding the curtains closed. The lights went out and he listened to the identical sounds of the twins' deep breathing. It was almost unnerving, he thought. Soon the sound of Norris's snoring closed his eyes, and he dozed... He woke up abruptly to hear low voices coming from behind the curtains of the next bed, George's. The moonlight told him it was still nighttime; Lee guessed it was in the early hours of the morning. He struggled up onto his elbows, straining his sleepy ears curiously to hear the hushed voices in the dark. "D'you think we should, at school? What if someone wakes up?" murmured one. Lee thought it sounded like George, but honestly he couldn't tell. "We'll be quiet. I promise this time I won't make a sound. C'mon..." the soft rustling of sheets covered the rest of his words. There was a sharp intake of breath. "Shhh. All right. Just this once..." murmured the other voice and laughed low. The sound made Lee's eyes widen. He lay there, not daring to move for fear of making a sound, lest they know he listened. What were they doing? The rustlings became louder. Did boys do that? One of them moaned. Did brothers do that? He turned on his side, eyes closed in horror. The rustling stopped. "What was that noise?" came a whisper. "It was probably nothing," gasped the other, and the rustling resumed. Lee chanced another move, pulling the curtains of his bed open just a centimeter, holding his breath. He could just see the rippling of the other boy's bed curtains. His heart beat loud in his ears. His concept of the world and what went on in it was rapidly flipping upside down. Finally the rustling stopped and he heard their breathing, fast as though they had been running. Then he realized that he was getting an erection. What was he doing? Who listened to other people in bed? Well, who went to bed with their own brother? A voice whispered "Good night" from behind the curtains and the sound of bare feet hitting the floor told him that Fred was going back to bed. Lee fell asleep. Eventually. The next morning, Fred stretched and yawned luxuriously as he emerged from between the scarlet curtains of his own bed. "Life is beautiful, wouldn't you agree?" he said to George, who laughed. "Morning, Lee," George said, turning his grin on him. "Had a good night?" Lee said, a smirk showing on his face. He grabbed a towel and walked out of the room, leaving the brothers looking at each other with alarm. "Oh, shite," said Fred, "You don't think he...?" Truth be told, Lee was unsure what to think. It had been no dream, he knew. After a while he decided that whatever they did together made no difference to him, anyway. Why should he care? The twins, of course, didn't attempt to pretend it hadn't happened. "Fred, honey," George cooed. He minced up to his brother and playfully grabbed his bottom. "Georgie darling, don't do that. It makes me shiver," Fred purred back. He put his hands around George's neck and pretended to strangle him. "Oh, get a room," Lee said. Unfortunately, he had been looking unconsciously at Fred's bottom before it had been grabbed. His face burned hot. The incident that night had opened up something in his mind, and he had become aware of just how much he looked at boys, and of course that just made it worse. Was he crazy? He didn't think the twins were crazy. But he'd lose track of what he was doing staring thoughtfully off into space--directly at a boy's bottom. The following week they set off fireworks in the school. It was a relief to be carefree again, anyway. Lee really didn't think much of studying; if he had as much sure-footedness in the future as Fred and George did, he'd probably skip the N.E.W.T.s too. The twins told him the extent of the plans for their joke shop. Lee was astounded. He didn't know that they were all ready advertising in the Daily Prophet. It was just before lunch one day when Fred poked his head around the doorway of their dorm room and then, seeing Norris the Bookworm nowhere around, hurried up to Lee. George came after him. Both their grins were especially wide. "C'mon. We're going to streak through the school!" they said, their eyes shining with mischief. "You're not serious," Lee snorted. He slid out the door with them. But yes, they were. They ducked into a boys' toilet and began to throw their clothes off. Lee shrugged and began stripping as well. They glanced at each other, naked and snickering, then Fred tiptoed to the door. Taking a deep breath, he plunged down the hallway at full speed. Lee followed, laughing madly. They dashed past shocked teachers and staring students, upstairs... When Umbridge saw them, she dropped the clipboard she was carrying and tried to catch them, but could only waddle furiously, booming threats in her infernal high-pitched voice. And then-- "Oh, no...not the Great Hall!" Lee panted, out of breath. "Chicken!" Fred yelled over his shoulder. Then they swung the great door open. Lee ran between the tables. "I can't believe I'm doing this!" he gasped, holding his aching sides. He had been laughing so hard that he must have split them. The teachers were on their feet. The students were in an uproar. He thought briefly of covering himself, but a glance over at Fred and George told him they were showing themselves off. Out of the corner of his eye he could see Ron Weasley's face turning red...and stopped looking at where he was going. He ran into someone. He tried to stop himself, but he fell on top of one of the sixth year Gryffindor prefects who had been blocking his path, indignantly about to ask him what he was doing. He picked himself up off the floor and ran off again. When he was safely out of the Hall he looked around wildly, praying for a place to hide or some other means of escape. "Psst! Over here!" Fred hissed from behind a janitor's closet door. He ran to the shelter gratefully, and Fred shut the door quickly just as someone ran nakedly out of the Hall behind them. Lee was just about to hiss at George to join them but Fred covered his mouth swiftly. The next moment, teachers came pouring through the doors in hot pursuit. They peered through the slats in the door, breathing hard and trying not to laugh. Fred's arm hung over Lee's shoulder. Lee was acutely aware of his touch. Fred had quite a body, he realized with envy, examining the freckled torso next to him. "Oh no, they've got him," groaned Fred softly in his ear as they heard a high piercing voice that could only be Professor Umbridge on the warpath again: "AND JUST WHAT DID YOU THINK YOU WERE DOING, YOUNG MAN?" "What'll we do?" Lee moaned. He moved sideways to get a better look at the hallway, shifting behind Fred, still struggling to catch his breath. He pressed against Fred's broad back, trying not to disturb the mops that leaned against the wall behind him. Lee could only see part of Fred's face, but his chest was rising up and down fast from the running. His flaming red hair was sticking up messily in the back. Lee wanted to smooth it down. He cracked his knuckles, nervously. "Er...Fred..." he said. Fred turned towards him. They looked at each other. "What's it like, you know, being with...another boy?" Fred raised his eyebrows. Lee looked down, embarrassed. They were standing inches away from each other. "Well..." Fred said thoughtfully. "I dunno how to explain. I suppose I've not really been with a girl that far so I don't know how to compare. Me and George, it was just always this thing, you know? Not really a big shocker or anything, just messing about." Lee swallowed. "Just messing about?" "Yeah," Fred said. He smiled. "You curious?" Lee thought about it. "All right," he said. He had been noticing how large Fred's eyes were, even larger than George's, but he hadn't gotten this good of a look at them before. As Fred put his hands on his waist and brought his face closer though, he melted under their gaze. He angled his face slightly and felt Fred's lips press against his own. He was surprised to find that a boy's mouth can be as yielding and soft as a girl's. He slid his arms around Fred's shoulders, marveling at the other boy's flat muscular chest. But he realized that there were definite differences as Fred's erection pressed against his own. He sensed heat rising in the other boy as he kissed him again. It was good, he thought almost with surprise. He had expected to be freaked out, but instead he was urging it on, opening himself to Fred's crushing embrace. Then when the other boy began moving his hips against Lee's, he let go completely. "Uhhhh..." he heard himself groan. He felt goosebumps rise on his arms as Fred kissed his neck, though if anything the closet was feeling a bit too warm. Fred was getting gradually faster with his up and down motion. Lee closed his eyes. He could feel the other boy's moist breath on his ear as he gasped and came. Fred stepped back from him, wiping the spunk from his stomach. Lee was conscious that the other boy hadn't yet climaxed. He wondered if it was even the same in boys. He was surprised at his own forwardness as he pushed Fred roughly against the wall and ran his hands over his perfect body and down between his legs. The other boy made a surprised noise and opened his eyes. "You're good," Fred breathed. Fred's body tensed against his as Lee began to stroke him fast with his hand. He didn't stop until Fred had come into his hand and collapsed against him, his chest heaving. "What'd you do, take lessons or something?" he asked. Lee grinned back. "Natural talent...and a lot of, well, private practice." Fred laughed and kissed him again. Several mops clattered to the floor behind them. The door opened. They pulled apart quickly. "Well, look who's here," sneered  Filch, the school janitor, looking at the two naked boys cringing against the wall. "I'll enjoy getting you for this." He pulled them out of the closet roughly and threw them moldy blankets to cover themselves with. Lee tried to feel embarrassed or worried as they marched to Professor Umbridge's office. He was having a hard time of it, though. His heart felt like it was trying to escape his chest, it was beating so hard, and his skin still felt Fred's against it. "Having a good day, Filch?" asked the twin as though he weren't in danger of getting expelled. Several other students were looking at them and giggling as they walked past. Filch gave him a sharp look. He was muttering to himself up ahead. "She could just give me the permission to Whip form, I could have it done in minutes...they deserve it..." Lee looked sidelong at Fred. They had no time to say anything, because they had come to the office of the Grand Inquisitor. "Come here," she snapped from her doilied lair. They would have gotten expulsions, Lee was sure, but McGonagall was standing next to the squat teacher's desk looking threateningly down at her. Instead, they got a month of detentions. "Now, for heaven's sakes, go up and put on your robes," McGonagall said. They found George with their clothes in the toilet and hurried up to the dorm room with them, parrying comments from classmates along the way. "How many did you get, George?" called one boy. "A month," said George gloomily. "Oops, I dropped a pen," Fred exclaimed brightly, and bent down to moon the entire commons. A gale of laughter followed them as they climbed the stairs. George told them that he had run into Draco Malfoy while running through the Hall, and couldn't disentangle himself in time. The other two boys cheered him heartily. "The little twit deserved it," said Lee. When they got up to the room, Lee pulled off the nasty moldy blanket and sat down on his bed. Fred flopped down next to him. "So what now?" he asked. "I dunno," Lee said. They sat in silence for a while. Then Lee put a hand on Fred's thigh and looked over at his expression. Suddenly, he leaned over and pinned the other boy down on the bed. Fred laughed and pulled the curtains closed. He had the boy's gorgeous body all to himself again. "So that's what you were doing instead of coming to my rescue," came George's voice from the other bed. "You slimy gits. I'm sulking." "Oh, go mess around with Norris," said Fred, preoccupied. "I think I will," said George. "Oh Norris dear, fancy a shag?" he said to the air. Lee snickered. That night, Fred came to his bed. And the next night... And the next... George seemed all right with what was going on, Lee thought. He'd always been a little less talkative than Fred, so Lee honestly wasn't sure. To tell the truth, he had been thinking about George for a little while. Sometimes he caught himself wondering if George was the same size as Fred under those robes, or if his style was different. He wasn't sure if he should be doing that. Lusting after his lover's twin? His twin's other lover? He thought he was going crazy again. Still...he couldn't help being curious. One night, as Fred opened the curtains to go back to his own bed, Lee put a hand on his arm to stay. Fred turned and looked at him. "Not again, really, I do need to sleep you know..." he groaned and flopped back onto the bed. "No," said Lee quickly. "I just wanted to ask about...well, you and George." "What, again?" said Fred, putting his head next to Lee's on the pillow. "I dunno..." said Lee sheepishly. Fred stretched out next to him. "Well, I just wanted to know. How long had you...?" Fred kissed his collarbone. "Since we were little kids," he said between kisses. "Like I said, it was just better than wanking off, you know?" Lee rolled over on top of him and stared down into Fred's large brown eyes. "Isn't it weird being with someone exactly like you?" "Actually it was weird being with someone different. You taste different," he said, licking him along his jaw line. "Besides, he's my brother. It's not like I'm in love with him. Ewwww." Lee crossed his eyes, then went for it. "How is he? What's it like?" Fred raised his eyebrows. "Er...well, like me, I guess," he said. "No, really; I'll tell you," he added seriously, "George likes to masturbate in girls' clothes and fantasizing about Umbridge. He has a thing for torture, too." Lee rolled off him and punched him lightly in the chest. "Only joking, mate," said Fred. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and stared out into the dark room. A sudden grin spread over his face and he picked up his wand. "C'mon," he whispered, grabbing Lee's arm. Lee stumbled out into the dark. The floor was cold against the soles of his feet. Fred headed directly for George's bed, dragging him behind by the wrist. He pulled the curtains back and illuminated the tip of his wand just enough for Lee to be able to make out the other twin's prone figure, asleep. His face was flushed and his mouth hung slightly open; Lee wanted him badly. Fred placed a hand over George's mouth and the sleeping boy's eyes flew open. He looked from Fred to Lee and then struggled to get up. Fred put a finger to his own lips. "There are other differences, now you mention it. George is a bit quieter than me, probably a bit smarter, too," he said to Lee. Lee thought about the impossibility of either of them being at all quiet and looked at George again. George pulled the hand away from his mouth. "What are you doing?" he asked. Fred looked up at Lee. "One moment," he said. Then he leaned down and kissed George on the mouth, probing with his tongue. Lee sat down on the edge of the bed, feeling alternately betrayed and aroused as he watched. What was Fred playing at? Fred broke off the kiss and looked up at him. "Well, I think I prefer you, honestly," he said, then leaned over George and kissed Lee. "Oi," said George, sitting up. Lee was feeling very disoriented. Fred withdrew from the kiss and stood there, smirking. "I really hate to see you alone in bed, George," he said. "I mean, can't we all be friends?" Lee looked at Fred. George looked at Fred. Fred looked at the ceiling. "Just a suggestion," he said. George looked at Lee. Lee gaped at Fred in consternation. George grinned. Lee glanced nervously at George. "You don't mean...?" George raised his eyebrows at Fred as if to say, "You don't mean...?". Fred yawned widely. "I'm going to bed. Think about it," he said, and picked up his wand again. Lee didn't know what to do. He couldn't very well stay standing there, so he went to bed as well. He didn't get much sleep, though. The following evening at detention, Lee was assigned to polish the Trophy Hall with George. Filch sneered over them, hands twisting restlessly over the handle of his broom as though it were a whip he was uncoiling. Lee kept looking over at George, but the other boy remained silent, trying to wipe the dust off an old school shield. Filch stalked past, muttering to himself about Whipping licenses. Lee stood right next to George, cleaning the grime off of an old Triwizard Tournament cup. When it shone somewhat more than it had before, he deliberately reached over in front of George and picked up a heavy brass plate. He rubbed it with his rag and moved closer to George until their shoulders touched. George turned his head slightly to Lee's direction but didn't say anything. Filch stalked past them again. In a swirl of robes, a fourth-year Ravenclaw student ran into the room. She stood huffing and puffing in front of Filch before she'd gained enough breath to speak. "...Peeves...gotten into the North Tower...he's...he's--" Filch snarled a curse or two and then followed her out of the room. "You two keep working," he hurled in their direction. As soon as they had gone, Lee dropped the plate and went for George, sliding one hand sideways and closing his hand around George's privates. The other boy stopped. He turned and faced Lee, who met his feverishly heated lips in a burning kiss. He put his arms round the other boy's waist and his kisses became more ferocious as his passion rose. He noticed immediate differences. George had a hard, more aggressive kiss that left Lee feeling breathless. He decided he could definitely get used to this. Lee was frantically aware that they had at most five minutes. He kept an ear open for Filch's heavy footstep on the stone floor. George pulled away and looked into Lee's eyes. He grinned wickedly. "Fred's such a bastard," said Lee. George grinned. "Yeah, he is." At that moment Filch strode in, muttering. He threw them a dirty look and settled himself down on a bench to watch them as Lee picked up the plate again and began rubbing it again. Finally the detention was over and they walked together through the dark corridors of the sleeping castle. George started whistling. Lee was deeply engaged in thought. They got to the Fat Lady's picture. "Mimbulus Mimbletonia," said George, and they climbed through. They were halfway up the boys' staircase, Lee following George, when he reached out and pulled George up against his noticeable hardness. "Tonight?" whispered Lee. "All right," said George mildly. Lee let him go, and they continued as though nothing had happened. They walked into the dark room. No sound came from Fred's bed. Lee felt sorry for him; he must still be in detention. The sounds of Norris's snoring came obviously from across the room. Lee walked to his bed and began to throw his robes off. He could feel George watching him. Then the other boy came and sat on his bed, in his underpants. Lee could just see his face in the moonlight. His brown eyes were like two dark pools. Lee felt pulled towards them as though he were being sucked into a whirlpool, helpless to stop himself. He sat next to George and pulled the curtains closed. The touch of George's skin was almost familiar, and yet the similarities between the feel of George's lips on his own and Fred's made it seem all the more strange. Suddenly George started laughing, a low sound that caused his chest to vibrate against Lee's. "Sorry to disturb you," came Fred's voice from behind Lee. Lee tried to whirl around. "You twit," said George, amused. Fred was sitting on the bed, nonchalantly leaning against a bedpost and looking at him and George. Lee's heart beat fast. "Carry on," said Fred. "Didn't know you had the voyeur in you," said Lee. George pushed him down on the bed and lay on top of him. Lee looked at Fred for another second and then closed his eyes as George ravaged him with his rough-tongued kisses. He felt the twin move down over him, kissing beneath his ear and down his neck with a force that made Lee shiver. Then, he gave attention his nipples. Lee moaned and opened his eyes to stare straight into Fred's. Fred's eyelids lay languidly half-closed. He seemed to be drinking in Lee's pleasure as Lee reached up and touched his flaming red hair. Then he was distracted by George's mouth closing over the head of his dick. It was so warm and wet. Lee had been with a girl once before but this was better. George sucked him with an expertise that comes only from owning your own cock. And practicing, perhaps, on your brother. Lee laughed and groaned as George's mouth took him completely. He twisted his fingers in the bedsheets, arching his hips up. The next minute come shot from him and George sat up, wiping his lips on the back of his hand. Lee sat up too. He pressed against George and felt his skin hot and slick with sweat. He licked a drop of it from George's forehead and put his hand on his erection through the thin cloth of his underwear. What he didn't expect was for George to flip him over on to his stomach. He looked over his shoulder at George, to see him baring himself. The erection sprang free. Lee saw that George was thicker and shorter than Fred. At that moment he got some idea of what George was going to do. "Is this okay with you?" came George's voice, soft and deep. Lee was nervous. "Er...well," he said. He saw Fred silently hand George a jar of unknown substance. "Does it hurt?" he asked. "A little bit," said Fred. His eyes looked hungry. The next minute George pushed him over gently so that he was bent over, his hands on the bed in front of him. He felt George touch the skin between his buttocks with slicked fingers. He braced himself as the soft touch his hole, and George exerted a slight pressure there. He gasped as George pushed a finger inside him. It was almost violation, but it was such a new sensation... and it was almost good. George's other arm slid around the front of his belly as the finger went in deeper. He closed his eyes tight as he felt a second finger pushing against the sensitive lining as George entered him, making him wider, fingernails scraping gently against the soft tissue inside him. The other boy's breath was moist and hot against his back. He rested his head against Fred's thigh as the third finger entered him. The skin under his forehead was trembling. He felt himself open up, wanting it, wanting to be filled. Something else was pressing against his sensitive entrance now. It was slick and firm, and carried the heat of blood. Lee realized that George was entering him, and then George thrust, and he forgot everything but the pain and the pleasure. It hurt. It hurt a lot. But oh, how he wanted more. George made a sound of pleasure, and Lee realized how silent he'd been before now. He thrust again, this time deeper, and Lee pushed back against him. He lifted his head from Fred's thigh and looked up into his eyes. They were clouded, the lashes sweeping down over them. Lee felt the heat radiating from him. He pulled Fred into a sloppy heated kiss, mouth open and gasping again as George thrust into him again. He was only slightly bent over now. He pulled Fred's hips forward until he was almost laying down. Fred looked at him with that same want and need, as George paused for breath for a second, still buried deep inside Lee. George pressed the jar into his hand, and Lee looked blankly at it. Then Fred took it gently from him, unscrewing the lid. He put his fingers in and scooped out a liquid jelly-like substance. His hand closed over Lee's dick and Lee understood. Of course, he thought, boys don't get wet like girls do. Fred turned over and lay there for a second. Lee put his hands under Fred's hips and pulled him onto his hands and knees. George slid slowly backward and then thrust into him again, and Lee closed his eyes in pleasure. Then his hand found Fred's opening, and he grazed it with his fingertips. George leaned over and slid Lee's fingers inside Fred with his own. Fred moaned as they both pushed inside him at the same time. Lee felt George's skin pressed against his ass, and then George's fingers pulled out of his twin and closed around Lee's cock. With a thrust, George pushed Lee deep inside Fred. Lee gasped. His hand moved from Fred's buttock to seek the firmness of Fred's cock and held it. The inside of Fred felt warm and smooth, though not like a girl at all. George thrust again and Lee felt himself moving inside Fred, going deeper. Fred thrust his hips back firmly, and Lee felt George thrust into him again. The double pleasure was almost too much. They developed a rhythm, so Lee was entered and entering at the same time, over and over. He heard his own breath ragged, and Fred grabbed the bedsheets in hot and trembling fingers, arching his back. George had his hands loosely at Lee's waist. Lee was rocking back and forth between them, hardly seeing the curtains before him. George was panting and he thrust hard into Lee, grasping him tightly with a sharp exhale of breath. Lee felt a sudden warm wetness in his body and knew George had climaxed. George withdrew and fell against the headboard, spent. At that moment, Fred let out a moan and Lee felt sticky come spurt onto his fingers. He pulled out of Fred as the red-haired boy sat up. All three were breathing heavily. Noticing that Lee was still hard, Fred grasped him and finished him off with a fast motion of his hands. "Now I really hope nobody heard that," whispered Lee. The other two boys slid out of his bed and he heard the faint sound of their feet on the floor as George threw on his sleeping shirt, and Fred drew the curtains of his own bed. As soon as he heard George climb into his own bed, Lee fell into an utterly exhausted sleep. Life was good. Please drop_by_the_archive_and_comment to let the author know if you enjoyed their work!