Troublemakers • Weasley & Jordan

The Wrongs and Rights

"I dig my fingers in, expecting more than just the skin." – Nothing Matters by The Last Dinner Party

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George didn't have a lot of time. 

Sure, their roommates wouldn't be back for a while. They had a lot to study, didn't they? So it wasn't even a matter of time in that sense. 

Instead, George realized that if he didn't act now, if he didn't move, faster than it took to think, then he would start thinking, and he would surely go insane. 

So to avoid this, he wasted no time. No time at all. It didn't take much of that time for him to reach out and latch onto Lee's arm, tugging him up and onto him.

Yes. 

That's all he heard bouncing around his fuzzy, blurred brain when Lee's lips came clashing with his, breath becoming entangled and imbalanced as Lee clambered onto his lap with nothing short of urgency. 

George was grabbing at the boy's waist, keeping him there, letting Lee run his hands over his face and neck and shoulders and oh my god, this was such an awful idea. This would be bad in about an hour when all the thoughts came crashing back in, but right now, George just kissed him harder. 

Lee was starving. One taste of George seemed to do that for him. As if a switch was turned on, he was clawing at the other boy's clothes, raking his fingers over the pale skin of George's neck and biceps. His arms were ridiculous. Lee hated him for it. He hated him so much that he pulled those arms around himself. 

George locked them there, breath hitching when Lee nipped at his bottom lip. Having Lee on his lap was making things a bit... difficult, below. Considering his hips kept grinding into George's boxers, where George was still painfully hard from before, he was positive Lee knew what he was doing. 

Only, Lee didn't, really. That is until he felt a particularly pointed roll into George's "situation" that landed right against his own. And a hitched noise escaped Lee's throat. 

And George just about went mad.

He broke the kiss, eyes all lidded and hazy up at Lee while his hands seemed to take over with a mind of their own; blindly scrambling at the buttons of Lee's jeans. The rapid thud, thud, thud in Lee's chest was driving him crazy, making him battle between nerves and thrill. Either way, he wasn't stopping now. Both feelings gave him the adrenaline for that.

Lee gulped, glancing down at George's boxers where he was clearly straining against the fabric. Lee almost felt a little bad that he hadn't actually finished the job while on his knees. 

He blinked up at George while the redhead was still focused on the boy's trousers. "Did you– did you want me to–?" His fingers brushed George's boxers to emphasize his point.

But George only shook his head, finishing with the buttons. 

Lee was a little taken aback by this. Isn't it uncomfortable? "But... doesn't it–" 

"Get these off, and we can fix it," George interrupted, his hands sliding over the sides of Lee's jeans.

Oh. 

So this was really happening. And maybe Lee should've been panicking at that plain suggestion from George, but instead, he was just really, really hard. 

All he did was nod, feeling dumb for doing it but unable to say anything else. George didn't want to admit how much he liked that– how he was relishing in the fact that Lee was practically speechless right now; how they were both in it.