Broken and Fixed

4 - Interruptions

A/N Thanks for sticking with me despite the long gap in updates. Rest assured I'm not abandoning this, in fact I've already started Part 5. It'll take awhile to update, because when I said "started" Part 5 I meant "I've written two words." It'll take a bit, but hopefully it'll be up before I start college. If not, though, don't worry! It'll be up sometime after I get adjusted. I won't let you down!

Brief mentions of flashbacks, but no trigger warning. Hope you like mild smut!

-Lee POV-

I lie alone in my bed, both roommates in detention. I keep thinking of George and how unbelievably adorable he is. I need him.

I take out the Weasleys' photo album from George's trunk and flip through it once more until I see the photo I'm looking for.

It was taken sometime in the summer. I remember that day. I was there.

The twins were playing in the garden with a hose. I stood out of the line of fire with a camera. Fred had wrestled the hose out of George's hands and rinsed the mud off of his feet before firing at George. I remember the high-pitched squeal he let out when the icy water hit his bare chest and then the giggles he made trying to get the hose back from Fred. That's when I snapped the photo.

I look at the small piece of moving paper in my hand. George is smirking sideways at the camera while showing off his chest, water trickling down his pecs and abs before disappearing below his waistband. His hair's wet and drips sporadically.

I feel the blood rushing down to my trousers and quickly pull the curtains closed. I will never make him feel uncomfortable, especially after what he went through. He's not ready, but that doesn't mean I can't use a hot picture of him to get myself off.

Reaching for my waistband, I pull my impossibly tight trousers off. The briefs underneath are tented at the thought of George slowly tugging them down with his teeth. He's not ready for that, though. I can wait.

Once the boxers are carelessly thrown aside and the beast has sprung free, I turn my attention back to top-soaked George and his bare, wet chest. Licking my lips, I roughly grab my shaft and picture George's hand doing the work. I admire the droplets off his hair and imagine the dripping coming from somewhere else. I tighten my grip and start picking up speed, until I feel the familiar knot from deep within. I'm so close. Holy Merlin's ballsack I'm about to -

The door opens and I only have a split second to shove my aching third leg into my pants before my curtains fly open and I see the smirking expression of Fred Weasley giving me a once-over.

"Oi, George! Quit hugging my girlfriend and come look at your man!" Fred shouts down the stairs, where, presumably, George is. Wait, hang on a minute.

"Girlfriend? As in, a girlfriend? You? Who'd be stupid enough to date a guy that doesn't have the common decency to knock?" I stick my tongue out at him.

"For your information, Mother," Fred teases back, "I'm dating a lovely girl that you'd approve of."

"Oho, I'm Mother now, huh? I guess that means George won't be calling me 'Daddy' anytime soon. Well go on, is it our Maraudette?"

The giddy squeal Fred lets escape as he leaps onto his bed is the proof I need. "I'm! Dating! Violet! Turpington! I'm! So! Happy!" he shouts while jumping on the bed like a sodding toddler.

"Good for you, mate! Now can you leave so I can finish my business?"

"Oh... yeah," Fred murmurs, rolling off the bed and sheepishly heading for the door. He stops, and a grin spreads across his face once more. "I'll get George in here, he'll help you out, yeah? Enjoy your evening, I'll make other plans. Be done by midnight! I don't wanna get in trouble with Professor McGonagall again!"