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!"

"Yeah, yeah, shove off Fred. Go plant a Dungbomb or something," I taunt back as he wiggles his eyebrows at me.

I close the curtains once more as George bounds up the stairs into the room. "Heard you were wanking off in here, Lee. Anything I can... do about it?" He drops his voice at the last few words.

"Are you sure, George? If you're not ready that's fine. I can wait, I already told you that."

George shakes his head persistently and swallows hard. "I had a... minor... flashback of sorts in detention... saw a rowan tree at Hagrid's..." He shudders. "But I had a lot of time to think tonight. And... if I don't do the same thing I did to Percy... I think it'll be okay. Besides, seeing Fred and Violet getting together after so long of them being absolutely oblivious to what everyone else saw right away, I'm feeling really good tonight. And... I want to make you feel the same way I am because Merlin I feel great."

This is all so sudden. Before I can voice my concern for his well-being he pins my wrists above my head. Bending down over my face he leans in and we lock lips. I feel like I'm on fire. All doubt washes away as we fight for dominance.

George wins (I may or may not have let him take control) and he slips his tongue in my mouth, exploring every inch, pausing at the gap on the left where I got two teeth knocked out while commentating the House Cup Final last year. George pauses and removes his tongue. "Remember when Malfoy threw that Bludger at you because you called him 'Smellfoy' while announcing that he caught the Snitch?"

"Yeah, I was kinda proud of that one. McGonagall even forgot to give me detention for the name," I recall.

"She was probably gagging from his stench. He must bathe in gold-flecked unicorn piss. How is that any more efficient than the deodorant version?" George chuckles, then pauses and switches gears. "You're never afraid of the consequences, Lee, you just do it. And I admire that Gryffindor courage. You stand up for what you believe in. Although... " he glances down my body, "it seems like your legs aren't what's standing you up right now."

He's right. Hearing his voice in my ear has made my trousers tight as Snape's ass and my dick wants out.

George wastes no time in relieving the discomfort and pulls my boxers off, trailing his hand down my thigh the entire time. The knot, having dissipated during the unwelcome arrival of my best Fred, is slowly re-forming. George runs his thumb over my leaking slit and I shudder. He takes the swollen head and swirls it between his fingers. Merlindammit he's good. I don't want to embarrass myself by finishing too early, though, so I decide to tell him that I'm close, without embarrassment.

What comes out of my mouth instead is a squeaky falsetto "I... dick... too soon... not ready" that makes George stop and giggle, tears forming in the corners of his eyes as he rolls onto the bed next to me, howling with laughter.

"I understand, let's switch gears," he hiccups while removing his own pants. "You okay?"

I nod, red-faced. "I trust you, George. Go to town. Do anything you want with me, tonight I'm yours."

That's apparently all he needs, because he gently lifts my legs and slowly moves a finger into my hole. He wiggles it around while I adjust to the burn before George adds a second, then a third finger. He slowly pumps them in and out while I moan. I feel his fingers bend and hit a spot in me that makes my toes curl. "Mmm... George... right there..." I manage to mutter, panting under him.

George takes his fingers out and hovers over me. I know what he wants to do but he's unsure how to ask. I beckon him over and wrap my lips on his shaft and slowly bob my head. He moans. Beads of sweat dot his forehead. I begin to suck while continuing to bob. He's so hard right now. It's such a turn-on.

Without warning, George pulls out of my mouth and plunges deep inside me. I scream into his shirt while my eyes roll back in my head. He hits the same spot over and over again, picking up speed and depth all in one. My heart rate triples and my breath is coming in shallow waves. George really knows how to keep me at his mercy.

Before long, George tenses and shoots deep within me. Feeling him twitching is the final straw as the knot forms for a third time. I don't have time to say anything before George's chest is covered in thick ribbons of white. I'm so caught up in the feeling that I don't feel him licking me all up. I lift my head.

George looks just as surprised as I do. "I... I guess I needed that," he whispers in awe. "And... you taste so much better than Percy, Lee."

My heart melts at the expression on his face. Pulling him in for a hug, I whisper, "I love you, George. So much. Never forget that."

"I... I love you too, Lee."

After we both get dressed, we cuddle up in my bed, curling into each other for a peaceful, dreamless sleep.

So... I don't like the abrupt ending, but there was my first smut scene. Please don't kill me, I read a ton of smut but it's kinda awkward to write it the first time. Glee has sailed!

Love y'all!

-sadjm