Troublemakers • Weasley & Jordan

The Look

The following two days were conflicting for Lee, to say the least.

He couldn't stop thinking about it. How could he? It was laughable to even believe he could stop. And the strangest part was, for George being the one with the reputation, he was acting far more desperate than Lee was.

He was being risky.

George would stare at Lee. A lot. And he would try to sit near him if there was a desk, or a table, or anything that could obscure where his reckless hands went. Lee continuously had to push them away and pray to Merlin that his expression wasn't suspicious.

Because anything that George did made him flustered beyond hope.

It was like he was cursed. Every time he caught George's eyes trailing over his figure, or felt a brush of his fingers, he was a lost cause. Needing to leave the room or turn himself away. And he hated himself for being so sensitive, but at the same time– it unfortunately made sense.

George had years of experience under his belt. Lee had zero, before about a week ago.

Lee felt like a nervous wreck.

George, on the other hand, had given up on pushing these urges down. He knew it was hopeless. He had never felt like this before, never. Sure, he was still careful about getting caught, because god knows what would happen if they were, but that didn't mean he could help his... new reflexes.

Aka, getting hard. He was getting hard, a lot. If he thought about what they had done for even a moment too long, he had to recite nursery rhymes before it became noticeable. The day after their agreement in the seventh-floor bathroom, Lee had walked out of the dorm shower in just a towel and George had to "go to bed early" just to get under the covers.

He felt like he was thirteen again, just beginning the trudge into the trials of puberty. Being nearly 20 now, it was almost humbling.

But most of all, it became more alarming by the second, because he had never felt this. These urges, this uncontrollable new temptation taking over his brain and body that had never been there with his girlfriends. His four girlfriends.

Overall, it was incredibly overwhelming for the both of them. Especially when as of right then, they were the only two in the whole school who were hooking up with the same sex.

Yeah. There was that. And neither were talking about it, because neither wanted to confront it. Neither wanted to admit that there was anything to admit.

It felt foolish, and wrong, and overwhelming, and confusing. And neither was backing out yet.

It was Thursday when George could barely think straight anymore, constantly twisting his mind around the thought of the following night that brought promise of an empty dorm room to both him and Lee.

Which somehow got the two of them back in that empty bathroom, vaguely listening to the faint drop of leaky faucets under the sound of wet smacks of lips, swallowed gasps and rustling clothes. Clothes that always begged to be torn off if it weren't for the lingering threat of class, or dinner, or quidditch practice.

By the time Friday rolled around at a snail's pace, everything else was fading into the background.

Professors droned on in class. The jokes that George and Lee's friends were telling were repetitive and dull. Either that, or they just weren't listening. There was only one thing on both of their minds.

"I can't believe you," Wyatt was scoffing, standing in front of the dorm mirror and fidgeting with his ruffled brown hair. "George Weasley, missing a party to study."