Ficlet: Fighting 6/13 (George/Lee)
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seedeeTitle: Fighting
Pairing: George/Lee
Prompt: 6/13: rolling on the floor
Rating: R for swearing
Word Count: 1099
Summary: George and Lee are fighting.
Author's Notes: N/A
Link to Prompt Table: here
previous: 5. laughter
"No!"
"Why the fuck not?"
"I can't believe I'm having this conversation again. That's what, George, the fourth time?"
"Then stop being an arse, Jordan."
"I am the arse here?"
It was ridiculous. They'd talked about this time and time again. Fred had agreed long ago, but George just didn't want to. Lee took a pull from his beer and put the bottle back on the small table. Beer was a rare treat in his little hut. He'd been here for a week now. It was the middle of October and they were ready to start Potterwatch. The twins had located this place for Lee to hide and broadcast. He couldn't stay at home once his voice was on the air, the risk that someone would recognise it was too high.
"You need me." George was petulant, pigheaded, and Lee's patience was wearing thin.
"Of course I need you. I need you to help me set up the equipment. It would take ages to do it alone. I need you to reinforce and monitor the wards, because I can't do it while talking. I do not need you to be a part of the show. No problem, I'll manage just fine without you."
"Don't be such a stubborn git."
Lee laughed, but it wasn't a happy sound. "Oh wow, that's rich, coming from you. You must be fucking joking."
"I'm not fucking joking." George's voice was getting louder.
"No. It's too dangerous. People know you, people know your voice."
"But that's why Fred's in the shop. Whenever you're broadcasting, one of us is working, smiling at any Death Eater who's outside in the Alley."
Lee threw up his hands, it was hopeless. "They are Death Eaters, but not all of them are dimwitted idiots. They know there are two of you. Flint, Montague, Malfoy, Pucey, Higgs, they'd recognise your voice. At least a couple of them have a mask and a mark by now."
"But they'll recognise your voice, too."
"Oh really? So all of this being in hiding business actually makes sense? That's brilliant."
"You don't pull off sarcasm very well, Jordan."
"Yeah? And you fail at pretending you don't understand this."
George touched his throat. "We can use a charm to change my voice."
Lee groaned. They had spent days researching spells, but none of them was truly irreversible. "No more risks, this is dangerous enough. I told you, as long as they know where to find you, you won't talk."
"This is my project as much as it's yours. You couldn't have done it alone, you can't stop me from talking."
"Watch me."
"So what are you gonna do?" George came closer, his arms were outstreched. He smirked. "You gonna punch me?"
"If that's what it takes." Lee shrugged. "Don't think I would mind wiping that look off your face." Lee's hands were balled into fists and he'd taken a step forward, too.
"Come on, Jordan. You're as violent as a newborn kitten."
On any other day that would have been true. But now Lee was angry. He was angry, worried, terrified, intimidated by what they had started, wasn't sure if he was up to the task. And George was making this even harder. It wasn't that Lee didn't want him on the show. Of course, he did. It would be insane, though, and irresponsible.
George took another step forward. He was too close now, Lee could feel George's breath on his face. He felt crowded and the presence of George made him uncomfortable in a way he did not want to think about.
"Back off," he snarled. And then he pushed George hard.
George stumbled, grabbed Lee's shoulder for support and without a hint of grace, they both landed on the floor, next to each other. Lee acted before he had time to think about it. He rolled, shifted his weight, threw himself on top of George. George gasped and Lee grabbed his friend's wrists, held them with his own hands on either side of George's head.
"Don't you understand? Do you still not understand? This is real, George. This isn't a game anymore. It's not a stupid prank. The price for getting caught isn't detention. If they'll catch you, the best case scenario will be Azkaban."
Lee didn't have the advantage of three older brothers, one twin and one younger brother. He also wasn't as broad as George or handled a beater's bat in his free time. In short, he didn't have a chance when George decided that he liked being on top a lot more.
"Don't you think I know that?" At least George was a bit out of breath. "I get it. I'm not stupid."
"Then why are we fighting?" Lee asked. He actually couldn't remember what they had been talking about. Not when George was so close, his body pressing down on Lee. He absentmindedly wondered if George's grip would leave bruises on his wrists. Some twisted part of him hoped it would. Lee hated himself for noticing how very good George smelled, how his throat moved as he swallowed.
"Are we?" George asked. And then George's face came closer and Lee didn't know what that look in his eyes meant. His heart was beating faster, and for a moment Lee was sure that George was going to kiss him.
But he didn't.
George put his head on Lee's shoulder, relaxed and let go of Lee's hands. Lee didn't know what to do with them. They might do something stupid if he wasn't careful. He patted George's back awkwardly.
"I hate this, you know?" George's words were muffled, he hadn't lifted his head. But he'd gripped Lee's shoulders, and Lee was very aware of George's thighs on either side of him. "I want to do something. Not just background stuff. I want to look them in the face while I kick them in the groin." George's breath was tickling Lee's neck. Lee's arms wrapped themselves around George's middle automatically, but Lee only squeezed once before letting go entirely.
"Stop whining, Weasley. And fishing for compliments won't work. I won't tell you how useful you are. Would you stop drooling on my shirt now and accept that this is my show?"
Lee felt George shake with silent laughter. "Yeah, alright. If you can get me off," his friend said.
Lee bit back about twenty five inappropriate answers and kissed George's cheek very sloppily, very messily, very wetly.
"Hell, Jordan!" George rolled off of him and wiped away the spittle. "You're such a poof."
George's weight was gone and Lee felt both relieved and cold. "You've no idea."
next: 7. don't you dare
Pairing: George/Lee
Prompt: 6/13: rolling on the floor
Rating: R for swearing
Word Count: 1099
Summary: George and Lee are fighting.
Author's Notes: N/A
Link to Prompt Table: here
previous: 5. laughter
"No!"
"Why the fuck not?"
"I can't believe I'm having this conversation again. That's what, George, the fourth time?"
"Then stop being an arse, Jordan."
"I am the arse here?"
It was ridiculous. They'd talked about this time and time again. Fred had agreed long ago, but George just didn't want to. Lee took a pull from his beer and put the bottle back on the small table. Beer was a rare treat in his little hut. He'd been here for a week now. It was the middle of October and they were ready to start Potterwatch. The twins had located this place for Lee to hide and broadcast. He couldn't stay at home once his voice was on the air, the risk that someone would recognise it was too high.
"You need me." George was petulant, pigheaded, and Lee's patience was wearing thin.
"Of course I need you. I need you to help me set up the equipment. It would take ages to do it alone. I need you to reinforce and monitor the wards, because I can't do it while talking. I do not need you to be a part of the show. No problem, I'll manage just fine without you."
"Don't be such a stubborn git."
Lee laughed, but it wasn't a happy sound. "Oh wow, that's rich, coming from you. You must be fucking joking."
"I'm not fucking joking." George's voice was getting louder.
"No. It's too dangerous. People know you, people know your voice."
"But that's why Fred's in the shop. Whenever you're broadcasting, one of us is working, smiling at any Death Eater who's outside in the Alley."
Lee threw up his hands, it was hopeless. "They are Death Eaters, but not all of them are dimwitted idiots. They know there are two of you. Flint, Montague, Malfoy, Pucey, Higgs, they'd recognise your voice. At least a couple of them have a mask and a mark by now."
"But they'll recognise your voice, too."
"Oh really? So all of this being in hiding business actually makes sense? That's brilliant."
"You don't pull off sarcasm very well, Jordan."
"Yeah? And you fail at pretending you don't understand this."
George touched his throat. "We can use a charm to change my voice."
Lee groaned. They had spent days researching spells, but none of them was truly irreversible. "No more risks, this is dangerous enough. I told you, as long as they know where to find you, you won't talk."
"This is my project as much as it's yours. You couldn't have done it alone, you can't stop me from talking."
"Watch me."
"So what are you gonna do?" George came closer, his arms were outstreched. He smirked. "You gonna punch me?"
"If that's what it takes." Lee shrugged. "Don't think I would mind wiping that look off your face." Lee's hands were balled into fists and he'd taken a step forward, too.
"Come on, Jordan. You're as violent as a newborn kitten."
On any other day that would have been true. But now Lee was angry. He was angry, worried, terrified, intimidated by what they had started, wasn't sure if he was up to the task. And George was making this even harder. It wasn't that Lee didn't want him on the show. Of course, he did. It would be insane, though, and irresponsible.
George took another step forward. He was too close now, Lee could feel George's breath on his face. He felt crowded and the presence of George made him uncomfortable in a way he did not want to think about.
"Back off," he snarled. And then he pushed George hard.
George stumbled, grabbed Lee's shoulder for support and without a hint of grace, they both landed on the floor, next to each other. Lee acted before he had time to think about it. He rolled, shifted his weight, threw himself on top of George. George gasped and Lee grabbed his friend's wrists, held them with his own hands on either side of George's head.
"Don't you understand? Do you still not understand? This is real, George. This isn't a game anymore. It's not a stupid prank. The price for getting caught isn't detention. If they'll catch you, the best case scenario will be Azkaban."
Lee didn't have the advantage of three older brothers, one twin and one younger brother. He also wasn't as broad as George or handled a beater's bat in his free time. In short, he didn't have a chance when George decided that he liked being on top a lot more.
"Don't you think I know that?" At least George was a bit out of breath. "I get it. I'm not stupid."
"Then why are we fighting?" Lee asked. He actually couldn't remember what they had been talking about. Not when George was so close, his body pressing down on Lee. He absentmindedly wondered if George's grip would leave bruises on his wrists. Some twisted part of him hoped it would. Lee hated himself for noticing how very good George smelled, how his throat moved as he swallowed.
"Are we?" George asked. And then George's face came closer and Lee didn't know what that look in his eyes meant. His heart was beating faster, and for a moment Lee was sure that George was going to kiss him.
But he didn't.
George put his head on Lee's shoulder, relaxed and let go of Lee's hands. Lee didn't know what to do with them. They might do something stupid if he wasn't careful. He patted George's back awkwardly.
"I hate this, you know?" George's words were muffled, he hadn't lifted his head. But he'd gripped Lee's shoulders, and Lee was very aware of George's thighs on either side of him. "I want to do something. Not just background stuff. I want to look them in the face while I kick them in the groin." George's breath was tickling Lee's neck. Lee's arms wrapped themselves around George's middle automatically, but Lee only squeezed once before letting go entirely.
"Stop whining, Weasley. And fishing for compliments won't work. I won't tell you how useful you are. Would you stop drooling on my shirt now and accept that this is my show?"
Lee felt George shake with silent laughter. "Yeah, alright. If you can get me off," his friend said.
Lee bit back about twenty five inappropriate answers and kissed George's cheek very sloppily, very messily, very wetly.
"Hell, Jordan!" George rolled off of him and wiped away the spittle. "You're such a poof."
George's weight was gone and Lee felt both relieved and cold. "You've no idea."
next: 7. don't you dare