"Surprise", Percy/?, NC-17
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hardparadeI had the beginning for ages but I couldn't seem to make it work, and then I got struck by this big urge to write Percy, so I had to finish it tonight. It's ended up really long and I really don't think I can write Percy very well at all, at least not when the story is basically just smut...I might work on that.
Title: Surprise
Author: likecharity
Pairing: Percy/???
Rating: NC-17
Words: 3,275
Summary: Percy Weasley has been attracted to his brothers for as long as he remembers. One night in summer at the Burrow, he gets his chance with one of them. But which one? He has no chance of working it out when it’s pitch black and his brother won’t let him turn around…
Warnings/notes: Incest, and what, from the brother's POV has to be seen as dub-con, but we all know Percy wants it. Oh, and the timing is totally wacky in this one, I'm afraid. Percy's got to be about sixteen, but that makes Fred, George and Ron pretty young, and he's fantasising about them, so. Meh. The timing also probably just doesn't fit with canon, but I'm too lazy to figure it out.
Percy Weasley sighed and rolled over in his bed. He was home from Hogwarts for the summer, and this was one of the hardest times of the year for him. At Hogwarts he barely saw Ron, and he tried to avoid Fred and George as much as possible, but at home it was inescapable. Bill and Charlie had come home for the first week, as well, and Percy had missed them of course, but he wished they'd keep their visits to a minimum. The Burrow was not a large house by any means, and it was difficult to get away. Even now, when he was alone in his room, his mind wouldn't let him escape.
He knew he was a teenager and his hormones were still probably a little wild, but the thought didn't comfort him much. He didn't want to make excuses. He felt as though his desires were completely inexcusable.
He wished he had some sort of an outlet for his feelings, but Penelope wanted to wait until marriage to lose her virginity, and he'd been hoping doing something with her might help. Not that he wanted her, really, he had to admit. It was just that he wanted someone, something, to replace this. He liked Penelope perfectly fine, of course - she was a lovely girl - but there was nothing really there, in his mind, his heart, or any other places, when he thought of her.
The only thing that did make something happen there, was thinking of his brothers. The thoughts, the feelings, and the fantasies followed him around everywhere, and the only thing that seemed to calm them was avoiding the family. He loved his family, he really did, but he didn't particularly enjoy the way he felt when he was around them.
Percy sighed again. It was dark in his room apart from a tiny sliver of moonlight slipping through the gap in his curtains (Fred and George had charmed them so they would never fully shut, knowing this would drive him crazy), and a quick glance at his clock told him it was already half past Midnight. He was beginning to think he would never get to sleep. Not with all of his brothers so close, only thin walls and ceilings away.
He shut his eyes, but it was useless. Images ran through his mind from that evening, all flashes of red hair and freckled skin, jumpers like his own but with different letters on the front. Bumping into Fred coming out of the shower in just a towel - oh Merlin, thought Percy, I should burn in hell - and Fred had noticed the fact that he'd blushed bright red, elbowing him in the ribs and saying "What's with you today, mate?"
Percy remembered the way Fred had looked, then, his red hair darkened and wet, and plastered across his head (as if he were sweaty from something, Percy thought), his muscular chest glistening and spotted with droplets of water, the little strip of ginger hair disappearing under the towel that Percy had just managed to catch a glimpse of. He'd watched Fred go off back to his room, and through the crack in the door he'd seen George changing into his pajamas, while Fred toweled his hair dry. He thought of them together, and his breathing quickened.
He remembered Ron eating that lollipop he'd bought on the train home, a ridiculously large thing that changed colour or something similarly pointless. He remembered Ron's lips, sticky and dark purpleish red, and his long tongue flicking out to lick at the sweet. Percy felt himself starting to get hard, and he tried to think of other things, anything but his brothers, but it was no use. When it was like this, he could never stop.
Suddenly the image of Bill flashed into his mind. Bill bursting into the house with his big, friendly smile, his ponytail practically down his back now, and Mum looking at him in despair before shaking her head and giving him a hug. Percy always acted as though he was on Mum's side with this one, but secretly he liked the way Bill looked, and he thought of him with his hair loose and flowing, his eyes glinting wickedly.
Percy realized he had been rubbing up against his bedsheets, then, and he made himself stop, but the images in his head kept on coming. Charlie, Charlie in his dragonskin trousers, oh Merlin, the ones that Fred and George had teased him mercilessly about all evening, and Percy had chipped in with "Surely they must be horribly uncomfortable? Why not just wear something practical?". He'd been trying to convince himself that he didn't like the way those tight trousers hugged Charlie's strong thighs, his rounded arse...
Percy sat up. He rubbed his eyes and reached for his glasses. I'm sick, he thought, I'm sick and disgusting. This has to stop. He climbed out of bed and headed down the first flight of stairs, walking carefully trying to ignore his erection, and planning to get himself a glass of water and to maybe give himself a quick clean with a cold facecloth, to cool himself down. It had been light enough to see when he first left his room, but it seemed to be getting steadily darker, which was odd. He had not brought his wand, so 'Lumos' was out of the question, but when he reached the landing he fumbled around at the wall for the light switch.
Peculiar, he thought, pressing hard against what he was quite sure was the switch. It wouldn't budge. He put it down to a silly prank of Fred and George's, and continued on in the dark. He decided he knew the house well enough to get to the kitchen without being able to see very well. He had just come off the last flight of stairs, and was thinking about how nice it would be if he could find some way to separate himself from his brothers forever, when he heard footsteps behind him.
He stopped, and heard a stair creak behind him. He glanced round. "Hello?" he called, without really thinking first. It’s got to be one of my brothers, he realized, and I’d really rather not be caught wandering about the house with a raging hard-on. He silently thanked Merlin that it was so dark. There was no response, and he turned at the foot of the stairs. "H-hello?" he tried again. Perhaps he had just been imagining things?
He turned back again, and his foot barely had time to lift off the carpet when a hand was clamped around his mouth, and an arm around his waist. His heart leapt into his throat. He was being attacked! In his own home! And he couldn't even see who his attacker was! How had they gotten in? Was it simply a burglar, or something more sinister? Nothing happened for a moment. Percy was so busy frantically wondering what on earth he was going to do about this that he almost failed to hear the very, very quiet whisper of a spell.
The hand left his mouth. He immediately opened it, though he wasn't sure what he was planning on saying, and found that no words would form. He made a sort of strangled sound, and tried to demand what exactly was going on, but nothing happened. He squirmed in the person's clutch, trying to face them. The window a little way in front of them cast a tiny bit of light on the hallway, and he was sure he would be able to see just what he was dealing with if he could only move.
He fought against their grip, and managed to catch a glimpse of the person holding him. All he saw was a glimmer of red hair, and then the arms tightened around him, keeping him facing straight ahead.
His heart was hammering away in his chest now, his mind going wild. His throat was dry, his bare arms covered in goose bumps, his legs trembling, and at that moment he realised that somehow, somehow, he still had an erection. His face flushed red. One of his brothers was standing behind him on the stairs, and what - what was he playing at? Charming all the lights off, spelling away his ability to speak, grabbing him from behind like that....what could he possibly be trying to do?
Oh.
Percy could not speak, but apparently he could still make low, embarrassing groaning sounds. He was not all too thrilled to have found this out. One of the arms around his waist had just slid a little lower, and the hand attached to it had slipped very quickly, very unexpectedly, beneath the waistband of his pajama trousers. And found exactly what he had, just seconds ago, been praying would stay hidden.
So his brother had - his brother was...he couldn't even work this out in his mind. There was a hand - his brother's hand - but he didn't know which brother it belonged to - on his cock. He could gather that much. He could not imagine why this was happening, but the gentle nibbling on his neck which soon turned to slightly more insistent bites told him he wasn't dreaming. He had just been contemplating the possibility, having had many similar dreams before, when that had started to happen.
The hand wrapped round his cock was not moving. It was frustratingly still. Percy tried to wonder why it was there in the first place, but the blood in his brain clearly had more important places to be, and he found himself bucking his hips forward and making that stupid noise again. There was a soft chuckling in his ear but he could not tell who it belonged to. For a moment he thought it sounded a little like Bill, but then he wasn't so sure, and then the hand started to move up and down, and the thought left his mind almost immediately.
The movements were slow at first, and deliberate, and the nibbling on his skin continued, just where his neck met his shoulder. He wished he knew who it was behind him. Which brother shared his feelings? This was something he had wished for so desperately for so long, and now that he had it, he might lose it again without ever really knowing the truth...
The hand was curled tight around his cock, slick, pulling up and pushing down, and Percy was thrusting up into it, barely even aware of what he was doing. His brother's other arm was still holding him around his middle, and he stared down at it, trying to make something out in all this darkness.
Freckles. Well, that's useful, he thought bitterly, peering at the skin. He thought it looked a little too muscly to be Bill's, but then, it was terribly hard to tell that sort of thing, especially in these conditions. He was just trying to peer back behind him again when his brother's hand started moving faster up and down his cock, and a thumb slid over the slit. He gasped and threw his head back. He grabbed the arm around his waist tightly, practically panting.
Could it be Charlie behind him? Could it be Charlie's shoulder he was now resting his head against? He tried to sniff for some trace of cologne - that sort of spicy one Charlie sometimes wore - but could smell nothing but sweat and sex in the air. Suddenly he was struck by the thought that this was a particularly dangerous thing to be doing, right here in the hallway. Ridiculous time for anyone to be wandering about, maybe, but then again, he was, and so was - so was - well, whoever it was he was with.
Nothing he could do, though. He squirmed in his brother's grip, half-heartedly, of course, telling himself he really ought to go back to bed, his thoughts were bad enough as they were, no need to go ahead and act on them. But then he remembered he wasn't doing any acting, none at all, and even if he wanted to leave he had no chance, not with the way he was being held, or the fact that he still had no voice.
At least, no voice to make words with. He still seemed perfectly capable of the odd moan every now and then, judging by the one he was trying to stifle against his hand right at that moment. He was still gripping the arm round his middle, rather tightly, but he couldn't quite bring himself to care.
He wondered briefly if it could be Ron behind him, but he was fairly sure it was not - Ron was smaller, for one thing. But then...could he be standing on the bottom stair? The thought of Ron doing this to him flooded him with excitement - Ron was so young, where would he have learned - ? Not from Harry Potter? Percy's mind filled with images of the two young boys wanking each other off under the covers in their dormitory at Hogwarts, and he arched forwards, pushing his hard cock into his brother's fist.
Could it be Fred, or George? He still had his doubts whether they did anything on their own, they were always together, but maybe they wouldn't share something like this? If it was one of the twins, he had no chance at being able to work out which one. Or maybe that was their plan? Maybe this was Fred, fisting his cock right now, and maybe George would find him tomorrow, find some other way of shutting off his senses, and take his cock in his mouth? Perhaps it would be just another fun game to them, never letting him know which twin was which...
The idea that this might happen again made Percy groan out loud, and he shoved the side of his hand back into his mouth, digging his fingernails into the back of his brother's wrist. He was close now, very close. He pushed against the body behind him, feeling an erection pressing against the small of his back, and he ground up against it as the hand around his own cock worked faster, harder.
His brother was in a t-shirt and boxers, he could feel bare knees and arms hot against his skin. He thought frantically, but he couldn't remember for the life of him what any of his brothers had been wearing before they had gone to bed that night, so it was no help.
Percy pushed, pushed into the hand, and the thumb slipped over the head of his cock again, making him writhe in his brother's arms and stifle another moan.
He was sure Ron had been wearing a vest, not an actual t-shirt, when he'd said goodnight, because he remembered noticing that it was getting a little too small - a little too tight. The brother behind him was definitely wearing a t-shirt, he could feel the sleeve against his shoulder.
He clutched at his brother's arm, his breathing heavy and erratic, all over the place. His brother's hand just kept moving, pushing him towards the edge.
But then, Ron did have a t-shirt he slept in sometimes, it was an old one of Charlie's, with a dragon on the front...had he been wearing that? Or had Charlie been wearing that? Charlie was wearing a t-shirt, or at least he thought so...
He bit his lip. His glasses were slipping down his nose but he couldn't move to push them up again. He couldn't move at all apart from to gently thrust his hips forward in rhythm with his brother's hand movement, as though his life depended on it.
Fred was wearing a t-shirt to bed too, though, he thought desperately. And George. He'd seen them getting changed after bumping into Fred getting out of the shower. Bill hadn't been wearing a shirt - that would have been hard to forget - but maybe he'd slipped one on so as not to be cold?
The mouth was back on his neck again, sucking at his skin, and the fingers squeezed tight around his cock. He spluttered against his hand, holding on tightly to his brother, and came with a muffled cry.
For quite a few seconds he slumped against the body behind him, not trusting his legs. He wondered vaguely if he would be allowed to see his brother's face, now, but he could not move, the arm was still holding him. The other hand had pulled out of his pajama trousers, sticky and warm, and he was so tired and shaky that once again he didn't notice a murmured spell, a cleaning spell, until it was too late.
His brother let him go gently, but by the time he had turned around, his knees weak and his legs unsteady, he had only managed to see a shadowy blur of a person disappear round the corner at the top of the stairs.
He fell to the bottom stair and let himself catch his breath. He pushed his glasses back up his nose. He attempted to think about what had just happened, but his mind was swimming. He stood up, went to the kitchen to get a glass of water, stopped off at the bathroom to wash his face, and headed back to bed. The lights were beginning to come on again.
* * *
Percy was not entirely sure how he had managed to get himself downstairs to breakfast the next morning, but there he was, sitting at the table with his whole family, picking at his cornflakes and wondering if he was losing his mind.
Not one of his brothers was acting out of the ordinary.
Ron had been the last to come downstairs, and he looked like he was pretty much still sleeping, which was normal.
Fred and George had tricked him with milk that turned into pumpkin juice when he tried to pour it on his cereal, which was normal.
Charlie had grinned and said "Morning!" and offered him coffee, even though he knew he didn't like it, which was normal.
And Bill had ruffled his hair and called him 'Perce' and asked him if he'd slept all right, which was normal.
All of these things had happened every morning for the past three or four days.
None of them seemed to think he was acting particularly normal, but that didn't surprise him. He had been staring very hard at them all, trying to catch one of them out, and he couldn't blame them for being a little bewildered. But he needed to know.
"Are you going to eat that?" Bill asked suddenly, snapping Percy out of his thoughts. He looked down to see where Bill was pointing - at a slice of toast he had slathered with far too much jam while trying to work out which of the twins looked the most tired, and then promptly forgotten.
"What?"
"Because Charlie's been staring at it for the past five minutes, the rest of the toast has gone," Bill explained, shaking his head and smiling. "What's on your mind today, eh? Missing dear old Penny?"
Percy said nothing. Charlie had reached forwards to snatch the slice of toast, and the sleeve of his dressing gown had slipped to reveal four little purple-blue crescents on the back of his wrist.
Charlie looked up and met Percy's eyes.
He took a bite out of the toast, licked a dribble of jam off his lips, and winked.
Title: Surprise
Author: likecharity
Pairing: Percy/???
Rating: NC-17
Words: 3,275
Summary: Percy Weasley has been attracted to his brothers for as long as he remembers. One night in summer at the Burrow, he gets his chance with one of them. But which one? He has no chance of working it out when it’s pitch black and his brother won’t let him turn around…
Warnings/notes: Incest, and what, from the brother's POV has to be seen as dub-con, but we all know Percy wants it. Oh, and the timing is totally wacky in this one, I'm afraid. Percy's got to be about sixteen, but that makes Fred, George and Ron pretty young, and he's fantasising about them, so. Meh. The timing also probably just doesn't fit with canon, but I'm too lazy to figure it out.
Percy Weasley sighed and rolled over in his bed. He was home from Hogwarts for the summer, and this was one of the hardest times of the year for him. At Hogwarts he barely saw Ron, and he tried to avoid Fred and George as much as possible, but at home it was inescapable. Bill and Charlie had come home for the first week, as well, and Percy had missed them of course, but he wished they'd keep their visits to a minimum. The Burrow was not a large house by any means, and it was difficult to get away. Even now, when he was alone in his room, his mind wouldn't let him escape.
He knew he was a teenager and his hormones were still probably a little wild, but the thought didn't comfort him much. He didn't want to make excuses. He felt as though his desires were completely inexcusable.
He wished he had some sort of an outlet for his feelings, but Penelope wanted to wait until marriage to lose her virginity, and he'd been hoping doing something with her might help. Not that he wanted her, really, he had to admit. It was just that he wanted someone, something, to replace this. He liked Penelope perfectly fine, of course - she was a lovely girl - but there was nothing really there, in his mind, his heart, or any other places, when he thought of her.
The only thing that did make something happen there, was thinking of his brothers. The thoughts, the feelings, and the fantasies followed him around everywhere, and the only thing that seemed to calm them was avoiding the family. He loved his family, he really did, but he didn't particularly enjoy the way he felt when he was around them.
Percy sighed again. It was dark in his room apart from a tiny sliver of moonlight slipping through the gap in his curtains (Fred and George had charmed them so they would never fully shut, knowing this would drive him crazy), and a quick glance at his clock told him it was already half past Midnight. He was beginning to think he would never get to sleep. Not with all of his brothers so close, only thin walls and ceilings away.
He shut his eyes, but it was useless. Images ran through his mind from that evening, all flashes of red hair and freckled skin, jumpers like his own but with different letters on the front. Bumping into Fred coming out of the shower in just a towel - oh Merlin, thought Percy, I should burn in hell - and Fred had noticed the fact that he'd blushed bright red, elbowing him in the ribs and saying "What's with you today, mate?"
Percy remembered the way Fred had looked, then, his red hair darkened and wet, and plastered across his head (as if he were sweaty from something, Percy thought), his muscular chest glistening and spotted with droplets of water, the little strip of ginger hair disappearing under the towel that Percy had just managed to catch a glimpse of. He'd watched Fred go off back to his room, and through the crack in the door he'd seen George changing into his pajamas, while Fred toweled his hair dry. He thought of them together, and his breathing quickened.
He remembered Ron eating that lollipop he'd bought on the train home, a ridiculously large thing that changed colour or something similarly pointless. He remembered Ron's lips, sticky and dark purpleish red, and his long tongue flicking out to lick at the sweet. Percy felt himself starting to get hard, and he tried to think of other things, anything but his brothers, but it was no use. When it was like this, he could never stop.
Suddenly the image of Bill flashed into his mind. Bill bursting into the house with his big, friendly smile, his ponytail practically down his back now, and Mum looking at him in despair before shaking her head and giving him a hug. Percy always acted as though he was on Mum's side with this one, but secretly he liked the way Bill looked, and he thought of him with his hair loose and flowing, his eyes glinting wickedly.
Percy realized he had been rubbing up against his bedsheets, then, and he made himself stop, but the images in his head kept on coming. Charlie, Charlie in his dragonskin trousers, oh Merlin, the ones that Fred and George had teased him mercilessly about all evening, and Percy had chipped in with "Surely they must be horribly uncomfortable? Why not just wear something practical?". He'd been trying to convince himself that he didn't like the way those tight trousers hugged Charlie's strong thighs, his rounded arse...
Percy sat up. He rubbed his eyes and reached for his glasses. I'm sick, he thought, I'm sick and disgusting. This has to stop. He climbed out of bed and headed down the first flight of stairs, walking carefully trying to ignore his erection, and planning to get himself a glass of water and to maybe give himself a quick clean with a cold facecloth, to cool himself down. It had been light enough to see when he first left his room, but it seemed to be getting steadily darker, which was odd. He had not brought his wand, so 'Lumos' was out of the question, but when he reached the landing he fumbled around at the wall for the light switch.
Peculiar, he thought, pressing hard against what he was quite sure was the switch. It wouldn't budge. He put it down to a silly prank of Fred and George's, and continued on in the dark. He decided he knew the house well enough to get to the kitchen without being able to see very well. He had just come off the last flight of stairs, and was thinking about how nice it would be if he could find some way to separate himself from his brothers forever, when he heard footsteps behind him.
He stopped, and heard a stair creak behind him. He glanced round. "Hello?" he called, without really thinking first. It’s got to be one of my brothers, he realized, and I’d really rather not be caught wandering about the house with a raging hard-on. He silently thanked Merlin that it was so dark. There was no response, and he turned at the foot of the stairs. "H-hello?" he tried again. Perhaps he had just been imagining things?
He turned back again, and his foot barely had time to lift off the carpet when a hand was clamped around his mouth, and an arm around his waist. His heart leapt into his throat. He was being attacked! In his own home! And he couldn't even see who his attacker was! How had they gotten in? Was it simply a burglar, or something more sinister? Nothing happened for a moment. Percy was so busy frantically wondering what on earth he was going to do about this that he almost failed to hear the very, very quiet whisper of a spell.
The hand left his mouth. He immediately opened it, though he wasn't sure what he was planning on saying, and found that no words would form. He made a sort of strangled sound, and tried to demand what exactly was going on, but nothing happened. He squirmed in the person's clutch, trying to face them. The window a little way in front of them cast a tiny bit of light on the hallway, and he was sure he would be able to see just what he was dealing with if he could only move.
He fought against their grip, and managed to catch a glimpse of the person holding him. All he saw was a glimmer of red hair, and then the arms tightened around him, keeping him facing straight ahead.
His heart was hammering away in his chest now, his mind going wild. His throat was dry, his bare arms covered in goose bumps, his legs trembling, and at that moment he realised that somehow, somehow, he still had an erection. His face flushed red. One of his brothers was standing behind him on the stairs, and what - what was he playing at? Charming all the lights off, spelling away his ability to speak, grabbing him from behind like that....what could he possibly be trying to do?
Oh.
Percy could not speak, but apparently he could still make low, embarrassing groaning sounds. He was not all too thrilled to have found this out. One of the arms around his waist had just slid a little lower, and the hand attached to it had slipped very quickly, very unexpectedly, beneath the waistband of his pajama trousers. And found exactly what he had, just seconds ago, been praying would stay hidden.
So his brother had - his brother was...he couldn't even work this out in his mind. There was a hand - his brother's hand - but he didn't know which brother it belonged to - on his cock. He could gather that much. He could not imagine why this was happening, but the gentle nibbling on his neck which soon turned to slightly more insistent bites told him he wasn't dreaming. He had just been contemplating the possibility, having had many similar dreams before, when that had started to happen.
The hand wrapped round his cock was not moving. It was frustratingly still. Percy tried to wonder why it was there in the first place, but the blood in his brain clearly had more important places to be, and he found himself bucking his hips forward and making that stupid noise again. There was a soft chuckling in his ear but he could not tell who it belonged to. For a moment he thought it sounded a little like Bill, but then he wasn't so sure, and then the hand started to move up and down, and the thought left his mind almost immediately.
The movements were slow at first, and deliberate, and the nibbling on his skin continued, just where his neck met his shoulder. He wished he knew who it was behind him. Which brother shared his feelings? This was something he had wished for so desperately for so long, and now that he had it, he might lose it again without ever really knowing the truth...
The hand was curled tight around his cock, slick, pulling up and pushing down, and Percy was thrusting up into it, barely even aware of what he was doing. His brother's other arm was still holding him around his middle, and he stared down at it, trying to make something out in all this darkness.
Freckles. Well, that's useful, he thought bitterly, peering at the skin. He thought it looked a little too muscly to be Bill's, but then, it was terribly hard to tell that sort of thing, especially in these conditions. He was just trying to peer back behind him again when his brother's hand started moving faster up and down his cock, and a thumb slid over the slit. He gasped and threw his head back. He grabbed the arm around his waist tightly, practically panting.
Could it be Charlie behind him? Could it be Charlie's shoulder he was now resting his head against? He tried to sniff for some trace of cologne - that sort of spicy one Charlie sometimes wore - but could smell nothing but sweat and sex in the air. Suddenly he was struck by the thought that this was a particularly dangerous thing to be doing, right here in the hallway. Ridiculous time for anyone to be wandering about, maybe, but then again, he was, and so was - so was - well, whoever it was he was with.
Nothing he could do, though. He squirmed in his brother's grip, half-heartedly, of course, telling himself he really ought to go back to bed, his thoughts were bad enough as they were, no need to go ahead and act on them. But then he remembered he wasn't doing any acting, none at all, and even if he wanted to leave he had no chance, not with the way he was being held, or the fact that he still had no voice.
At least, no voice to make words with. He still seemed perfectly capable of the odd moan every now and then, judging by the one he was trying to stifle against his hand right at that moment. He was still gripping the arm round his middle, rather tightly, but he couldn't quite bring himself to care.
He wondered briefly if it could be Ron behind him, but he was fairly sure it was not - Ron was smaller, for one thing. But then...could he be standing on the bottom stair? The thought of Ron doing this to him flooded him with excitement - Ron was so young, where would he have learned - ? Not from Harry Potter? Percy's mind filled with images of the two young boys wanking each other off under the covers in their dormitory at Hogwarts, and he arched forwards, pushing his hard cock into his brother's fist.
Could it be Fred, or George? He still had his doubts whether they did anything on their own, they were always together, but maybe they wouldn't share something like this? If it was one of the twins, he had no chance at being able to work out which one. Or maybe that was their plan? Maybe this was Fred, fisting his cock right now, and maybe George would find him tomorrow, find some other way of shutting off his senses, and take his cock in his mouth? Perhaps it would be just another fun game to them, never letting him know which twin was which...
The idea that this might happen again made Percy groan out loud, and he shoved the side of his hand back into his mouth, digging his fingernails into the back of his brother's wrist. He was close now, very close. He pushed against the body behind him, feeling an erection pressing against the small of his back, and he ground up against it as the hand around his own cock worked faster, harder.
His brother was in a t-shirt and boxers, he could feel bare knees and arms hot against his skin. He thought frantically, but he couldn't remember for the life of him what any of his brothers had been wearing before they had gone to bed that night, so it was no help.
Percy pushed, pushed into the hand, and the thumb slipped over the head of his cock again, making him writhe in his brother's arms and stifle another moan.
He was sure Ron had been wearing a vest, not an actual t-shirt, when he'd said goodnight, because he remembered noticing that it was getting a little too small - a little too tight. The brother behind him was definitely wearing a t-shirt, he could feel the sleeve against his shoulder.
He clutched at his brother's arm, his breathing heavy and erratic, all over the place. His brother's hand just kept moving, pushing him towards the edge.
But then, Ron did have a t-shirt he slept in sometimes, it was an old one of Charlie's, with a dragon on the front...had he been wearing that? Or had Charlie been wearing that? Charlie was wearing a t-shirt, or at least he thought so...
He bit his lip. His glasses were slipping down his nose but he couldn't move to push them up again. He couldn't move at all apart from to gently thrust his hips forward in rhythm with his brother's hand movement, as though his life depended on it.
Fred was wearing a t-shirt to bed too, though, he thought desperately. And George. He'd seen them getting changed after bumping into Fred getting out of the shower. Bill hadn't been wearing a shirt - that would have been hard to forget - but maybe he'd slipped one on so as not to be cold?
The mouth was back on his neck again, sucking at his skin, and the fingers squeezed tight around his cock. He spluttered against his hand, holding on tightly to his brother, and came with a muffled cry.
For quite a few seconds he slumped against the body behind him, not trusting his legs. He wondered vaguely if he would be allowed to see his brother's face, now, but he could not move, the arm was still holding him. The other hand had pulled out of his pajama trousers, sticky and warm, and he was so tired and shaky that once again he didn't notice a murmured spell, a cleaning spell, until it was too late.
His brother let him go gently, but by the time he had turned around, his knees weak and his legs unsteady, he had only managed to see a shadowy blur of a person disappear round the corner at the top of the stairs.
He fell to the bottom stair and let himself catch his breath. He pushed his glasses back up his nose. He attempted to think about what had just happened, but his mind was swimming. He stood up, went to the kitchen to get a glass of water, stopped off at the bathroom to wash his face, and headed back to bed. The lights were beginning to come on again.
Percy was not entirely sure how he had managed to get himself downstairs to breakfast the next morning, but there he was, sitting at the table with his whole family, picking at his cornflakes and wondering if he was losing his mind.
Not one of his brothers was acting out of the ordinary.
Ron had been the last to come downstairs, and he looked like he was pretty much still sleeping, which was normal.
Fred and George had tricked him with milk that turned into pumpkin juice when he tried to pour it on his cereal, which was normal.
Charlie had grinned and said "Morning!" and offered him coffee, even though he knew he didn't like it, which was normal.
And Bill had ruffled his hair and called him 'Perce' and asked him if he'd slept all right, which was normal.
All of these things had happened every morning for the past three or four days.
None of them seemed to think he was acting particularly normal, but that didn't surprise him. He had been staring very hard at them all, trying to catch one of them out, and he couldn't blame them for being a little bewildered. But he needed to know.
"Are you going to eat that?" Bill asked suddenly, snapping Percy out of his thoughts. He looked down to see where Bill was pointing - at a slice of toast he had slathered with far too much jam while trying to work out which of the twins looked the most tired, and then promptly forgotten.
"What?"
"Because Charlie's been staring at it for the past five minutes, the rest of the toast has gone," Bill explained, shaking his head and smiling. "What's on your mind today, eh? Missing dear old Penny?"
Percy said nothing. Charlie had reached forwards to snatch the slice of toast, and the sleeve of his dressing gown had slipped to reveal four little purple-blue crescents on the back of his wrist.
Charlie looked up and met Percy's eyes.
He took a bite out of the toast, licked a dribble of jam off his lips, and winked.
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Date: 2007-01-28 10:02 pm (UTC)Thanks, I had to think really hard about how to reveal it, I'm glad you liked the way I did that! :D
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Date: 2007-01-28 10:06 pm (UTC)Also, if that's you in your icon, you're really pretty. :)
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