Fic: Friends
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alisanneTitle: Friends
Author:![[insanejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/ij-userinfo.gif)
alisanne
Pairing: Oliver/Twins
Written forluvscharlie as part of 24insanehours
Word count: ~990
Prompt: Quidditch World Cup
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not mine!
Unbetad, please let me know if you see anything that needs to be fixed. And I just made the deadline! *g*
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Friends
~
“Oi, watch where y’re groping,” Oliver slurred, stumbling into the tent. All around them people were celebrating the Quidditch world cup final, but the noise went away once the tent flap closed.
“Sorry about that, mate.” Only Fred looked anything but sorry. “Guess my hand slipped.”
George snorted, then covered it up with a cough.
Oliver blinked drunkenly at them. “You’re planning something, I can tell!” he finally declared. He smiled, as if pleased with his own perspicacity, then promptly fell, sprawling, onto the couch. “But I’m too clef...cleph...smart to fall for whatever it is.”
“Course you are, mate,” Fred said soothingly, settling next to him. “We know that. That’s why we’re being up front with you.”
“Up front?” Oliver still looked suspicious.
“Mm,” Fred murmured, leaning close. “Yes, we have a bit of a proposition for you.”
“What’s that?” Oliver jumped when George, who had taken Oliver’s momentary distraction to slip in behind him, placed a broad hand on Oliver’s thigh. “What are you doing?”
“Propositioning you, like we said,” George whispered, his bottom lip catching the edge of Oliver’s ear as he spoke. “We’ve seen the way you look at the blokes on your team, you know, how friendly you all are.”
“Wh...what?” Oliver shivered as Fred edged closer, his hand coming to rest lightly on Oliver’s waist. “We’re teammates, so of course we’re friends.”
“Yes, I bet that’s true,” Fred said, his thumb brushing back and forth slowly.
“What ‘re you sayin’?” Oliver was biting his lip, but he didn’t move when George molded himself to his back.
“Don’t you sometimes wish you could be more than just friends?” said Fred. “Some of those blokes, especially the ones who were on the Quidditch world cup team with you, are fit.”
“Yeah, they were,” Oliver said, grinning. “Oh but--”
“Shh,” George whispered, his mouth now hovering above the sensitive skin below Oliver’s ear. “You were one of the hottest ones there you know.”
“I... I was?”
Fred nodded, licking his lips. “You were,” he confirmed. “Made George and me want to show you just how hot.”
“I--” But Oliver’s words were cut off by Fred’s mouth covering his.
Relaxing into the dual embrace, Oliver allowed himself to be manoeuvred so that he was sitting in George’s lap, and Fred was pressed to his chest.
“So fucking hot,” George murmured in Oliver’s ear. “We’ve wanted you for a long time.”
Oliver moaned and Fred swallowed the sound greedily, fingers busily removing first Oliver’s robes and shirt. When they got to his trousers, Oliver shifted up to allow easy removal, and that seemed to signal the end of the gentle seduction.
With a growl, Fred bit his way down Oliver’s chest, pausing to lick and suck at Oliver’s nipples before finally nosing around his now erect cock.
“He wants to suck you,” George said, hands roaming all over the bits of Oliver and Fred that he could reach. “And I want to fuck you. May we?”
A coil of arousal blazed in Oliver’s gut and he gasped as Fred’s mouth surrounded him with wet suction. “Yes, please,” he gasped, not sure what he was agreeing to, only knowing that he needed more. Much more.
“So polite,” George teased. “Let’s make more space, shall we?”
Magic swirled around them as the couch was transfigured into a bed, and when a finger insinuated itself between his arse cheeks, Oliver shifted up, and George was ready. “Lubricious,” he said, two of his fingers sliding into Oliver with ease.
Fred had shifted to the foot of the bed, continuing to suck Oliver as George hastily prepared him and positioned him on his side.
“Relax,” George said, settling behind him, and Oliver did, his breaths speeding up as George’s hand held his hips steady. He gasped as Fred moved closer pulling his prick deeper into Fred’s mouth.
Something was nudging his hole, and Oliver moaned when George said, “Here we go.”
He was filled and sucked and filled and sucked... The push and pull and sheer pleasure of it quickly became too intense to resist. With a hoarse shout, Oliver succumbed and spilled himself down Fred’s throat.
After swallowing it all, Fred leaned back, smiling up at Oliver, his hand moving frantically over his own prick. Oliver had only a moment to appreciate how hot Fred looked before he, too, come with a grunt, bits of his seed spurting onto Oliver’s ankle.
“Get ready,” George growled in Oliver’s ear. A moment later, Oliver found himself kneeling on the transfigured couch, his arse in the air, being roughly taken from behind. He moaned as Fred’s arms bracketed his for support and whimpered as Fred whispered filthy things to him as he touched him.
“You look so hot. We weren’t kidding, you know,” he said, peppering his words with rough nips against Oliver’s lips and jaw. “We both want you. Maybe next time we can both fuck you. Both shove our cocks in your hole at the same time. Would you like that?”
Incredibly, Oliver was hard again, and this time, Fred was wanking him, firm strokes that kept time with George’s increasingly uneven thrusts.
“Maybe we should have Bill join us next time,” Fred suggested. “All three of us could have a go at you.”
That was it.
“Oh God!” Oliver wailed, and as he began to spurt all over Fred’s hand, George stiffened, grinding himself against Oliver’s arse. He bit Oliver’s shoulder as he came, and as they both finished, Fred helped to settle them in a comfortable tangle of limbs.
“So,” George said minutes later as their breathing evened out. “What did you think of our proposition? Can we be special friends?”
Oliver, by now quite sober, smiled. “I’d say I like what you had planned, and we keep going like this we’ll be best friends.”
~
Author:
alisannePairing: Oliver/Twins
Written for
luvscharlie as part of 24insanehoursWord count: ~990
Prompt: Quidditch World Cup
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not mine!
Unbetad, please let me know if you see anything that needs to be fixed. And I just made the deadline! *g*
~
Friends
~
“Oi, watch where y’re groping,” Oliver slurred, stumbling into the tent. All around them people were celebrating the Quidditch world cup final, but the noise went away once the tent flap closed.
“Sorry about that, mate.” Only Fred looked anything but sorry. “Guess my hand slipped.”
George snorted, then covered it up with a cough.
Oliver blinked drunkenly at them. “You’re planning something, I can tell!” he finally declared. He smiled, as if pleased with his own perspicacity, then promptly fell, sprawling, onto the couch. “But I’m too clef...cleph...smart to fall for whatever it is.”
“Course you are, mate,” Fred said soothingly, settling next to him. “We know that. That’s why we’re being up front with you.”
“Up front?” Oliver still looked suspicious.
“Mm,” Fred murmured, leaning close. “Yes, we have a bit of a proposition for you.”
“What’s that?” Oliver jumped when George, who had taken Oliver’s momentary distraction to slip in behind him, placed a broad hand on Oliver’s thigh. “What are you doing?”
“Propositioning you, like we said,” George whispered, his bottom lip catching the edge of Oliver’s ear as he spoke. “We’ve seen the way you look at the blokes on your team, you know, how friendly you all are.”
“Wh...what?” Oliver shivered as Fred edged closer, his hand coming to rest lightly on Oliver’s waist. “We’re teammates, so of course we’re friends.”
“Yes, I bet that’s true,” Fred said, his thumb brushing back and forth slowly.
“What ‘re you sayin’?” Oliver was biting his lip, but he didn’t move when George molded himself to his back.
“Don’t you sometimes wish you could be more than just friends?” said Fred. “Some of those blokes, especially the ones who were on the Quidditch world cup team with you, are fit.”
“Yeah, they were,” Oliver said, grinning. “Oh but--”
“Shh,” George whispered, his mouth now hovering above the sensitive skin below Oliver’s ear. “You were one of the hottest ones there you know.”
“I... I was?”
Fred nodded, licking his lips. “You were,” he confirmed. “Made George and me want to show you just how hot.”
“I--” But Oliver’s words were cut off by Fred’s mouth covering his.
Relaxing into the dual embrace, Oliver allowed himself to be manoeuvred so that he was sitting in George’s lap, and Fred was pressed to his chest.
“So fucking hot,” George murmured in Oliver’s ear. “We’ve wanted you for a long time.”
Oliver moaned and Fred swallowed the sound greedily, fingers busily removing first Oliver’s robes and shirt. When they got to his trousers, Oliver shifted up to allow easy removal, and that seemed to signal the end of the gentle seduction.
With a growl, Fred bit his way down Oliver’s chest, pausing to lick and suck at Oliver’s nipples before finally nosing around his now erect cock.
“He wants to suck you,” George said, hands roaming all over the bits of Oliver and Fred that he could reach. “And I want to fuck you. May we?”
A coil of arousal blazed in Oliver’s gut and he gasped as Fred’s mouth surrounded him with wet suction. “Yes, please,” he gasped, not sure what he was agreeing to, only knowing that he needed more. Much more.
“So polite,” George teased. “Let’s make more space, shall we?”
Magic swirled around them as the couch was transfigured into a bed, and when a finger insinuated itself between his arse cheeks, Oliver shifted up, and George was ready. “Lubricious,” he said, two of his fingers sliding into Oliver with ease.
Fred had shifted to the foot of the bed, continuing to suck Oliver as George hastily prepared him and positioned him on his side.
“Relax,” George said, settling behind him, and Oliver did, his breaths speeding up as George’s hand held his hips steady. He gasped as Fred moved closer pulling his prick deeper into Fred’s mouth.
Something was nudging his hole, and Oliver moaned when George said, “Here we go.”
He was filled and sucked and filled and sucked... The push and pull and sheer pleasure of it quickly became too intense to resist. With a hoarse shout, Oliver succumbed and spilled himself down Fred’s throat.
After swallowing it all, Fred leaned back, smiling up at Oliver, his hand moving frantically over his own prick. Oliver had only a moment to appreciate how hot Fred looked before he, too, come with a grunt, bits of his seed spurting onto Oliver’s ankle.
“Get ready,” George growled in Oliver’s ear. A moment later, Oliver found himself kneeling on the transfigured couch, his arse in the air, being roughly taken from behind. He moaned as Fred’s arms bracketed his for support and whimpered as Fred whispered filthy things to him as he touched him.
“You look so hot. We weren’t kidding, you know,” he said, peppering his words with rough nips against Oliver’s lips and jaw. “We both want you. Maybe next time we can both fuck you. Both shove our cocks in your hole at the same time. Would you like that?”
Incredibly, Oliver was hard again, and this time, Fred was wanking him, firm strokes that kept time with George’s increasingly uneven thrusts.
“Maybe we should have Bill join us next time,” Fred suggested. “All three of us could have a go at you.”
That was it.
“Oh God!” Oliver wailed, and as he began to spurt all over Fred’s hand, George stiffened, grinding himself against Oliver’s arse. He bit Oliver’s shoulder as he came, and as they both finished, Fred helped to settle them in a comfortable tangle of limbs.
“So,” George said minutes later as their breathing evened out. “What did you think of our proposition? Can we be special friends?”
Oliver, by now quite sober, smiled. “I’d say I like what you had planned, and we keep going like this we’ll be best friends.”
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