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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      Multi, Gen, M/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Fred_Weasley/George_Weasley/Other(s)
  Character:
      George_Weasley, Harry_Potter, Fred_Weasley
  Additional Tags:
      Slash_sex, Incest, Sexual_Content, Threesome, First_Time, Plot_What_Plot/
      Porn_Without_Plot
  Collections:
      HPFandom
  Stats:
      Published: 2008-09-05 Words: 1747
****** Quidditch Showers ******
by draco_princeps [archived by HPFandom_archivist]
Summary
     One-shot! Harry and the twins celebrate in the Gryffindor Changing
     rooms. Contains Slash and Twincest!
Notes
     Note from SeparatriX, the archivist: this story was originally
     archived at HP_Fandom, which was closed for health and financial
     reasons. To preserve the archive, I began manually importing its
     works to the AO3 as an Open Doors-approved project in August 2016. I
     e-mailed all creators about the move and posted announcements, but
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Disclaimer: ME NO OWN! everything belongs to her Highness, Mrs. J.K. Rowling
A/N: Warning: this fic contains SLASH! gay sex, boy on boy, m/m... you get the
picture. Also contains twincest (but not much). Thanks to Allergic-To-Sunlight
who betaed this for me XD
                               Quidditch Showers
He was pushing his Firebolt to it’s limits, his body half of the broom and arm
out-stretched; fingers flailing trying to get a grip on the golden ball zipping
around, tantalisingly close. Malfoy was hot on his heels and his arm was
drawing closer to his own, inching it’s way towards the elusive winged ball.
The snitch dived.
A sharp turn down from both boys and they were plummeting towards the ground;
the action around them halted - the quaffle forgotten as the both spectators
and players alike watched with baited breath as the seekers neared the ground.
Close. So close. Another inch, and another, fingers brushed the delicate wings
- but they weren’t his own - another desperate lurch, and he was pulling out of
the dive, the snitch clasped in his hand and a grin which lit up the stadium
plastered on his face. The cup was theirs, they had won, victory was sweet...
and the crunch from bellow signalling Malfoy’s meeting with the pitch made it
all the sweeter.
...--...
Harry sat on the benches, in the locker room, with a towel wrapped around his
waist, his grin hadn’t faded since he caught the snitch, the crowd of
Gryffindors which accosted him as he landed had seen to that as he was thumped
and applauded, hugged and screamed at, he was even lifted onto someone’s
shoulders. Now he was waiting to get into the shower, the twins had pranked the
showers earlier in the term resulting in only two working, the rest of his team
had left leaving only Fred, George and himself in the changing rooms.
It wasn’t long before George exited the shower, towel tied low on his hips and
red hair damp and sticking all over the place, smiling at Harry as he went to
get changed. Harry went in to the shower, dropping his towel at the entrance.
The hot spray lashed down on his aching muscles, helping to release the tension
that had built up from chasing after the snitch, it was relaxing, and, after
the thrill that the afternoon had brought, he needed it before he entered the
common room for the party that would no doubt all ready be started.
It was a few minutes later that the curtain to his cubicle was flung open,
revealing a very wet and very naked Fred Weasley. Harry immediately covered
himself with his hands and backed into the corner.
“Oi! What’re you doing, Fred! Get out.”
But Fred did not get out, no, he walked forward, huge smile on his face and
beautiful blue eyes twinkling with amusement. Harry was getting a little
nervous now, but still Fred advanced - now officially in his personal space -
he brought his chest level with Harry’s and bent down, tilting his head to an
angle.
Their lips locked and Harry whimpered and melted, a tongue slowly licked its
way around his lips, seeking entrance, and it was granted - he opened his mouth
slightly, allowing the older boy to dominate the kiss. The tongue slide around
the roof of his mouth, teasing over his teeth before lapping across his own
tongue, which had started its own tentative adventure, seeking out the twin’s
mouth, caressing it and running his tongue around succulent lips…
Fred broke the kiss, Harry’s eyes fluttered open and emerald orbs met blue,
lust evident in both. Fred wrapped his arms around the smaller boy, pulling
their naked forms closer, erections touched, sending sexually fuelled moans to
their lips. Fred spun them round so Harry was facing the back wall of the
cubicle, allowing the water to spill onto Fred. Still looking Harry in the eye,
he began to lower himself to his knees, allowing the still flowing water to
cascade down his back. He lent forward and kissed the engorged head of Harry’s
cock, licking the pearl of pre-cum, which blossomed out of the tip. Harry
groaned lustily at the contact, a brief, mischievous, smirk graced Fred’s lips
as he forwent Harry’s cock and licked a trail around to his balls before
sucking one into his mouth, allowing his tongue to roll it around causing Harry
to cry out as the sensations began to overwhelm him. Fred released the ball
with a loud pop as it slid past his lips, before they latched onto the other
drawing it into his mouth and gently sucking on it.
Harry tousled his hands into Fred’s wet red hair, relishing in the feelings in
his groin; allowing them to flow through him - his breath was ragged, his body
hot and wet, and he loved it. The picture that Fred made was, to him,
perfection; water streaming down the muscled shoulders, pooling at the small of
his back before running down his lightly freckled arse and pooling around his
knees, messy red hair complimented blue eyes which were full of desire and
mischief, succulent red lips which were pulled into an ‘O’ around his balls
completed the picture.
Fred ceased his sucking and turned his attention to Harry’s cock, his tongue
encircled the head before his lips wrapped around it, pulling the thick shaft
into his mouth and down his throat. His tongue licked around the shaft as it
went in and out, causing Harry to throw back his head, and shut his eyes, in
ecstasy.
As Harry’s eyes were shut, and his back to the entrance, he didn’t notice the
other red head standing there, hand slowly rubbing his growing erection as he
watched his twin and the Boy-Who-Lived make out. George ran his eyes over
Harry, the perpetually messy raven locks, now lay flat as water still dripped
of the inky-black strands, slight shoulders led to a toned back and an entirely
too tempting arse. George caught his brother’s eye looking at him from behind
Harry as he bobbed up and down on Harry’s prick and, reading the invitation in
them correctly, slowly made his way toward Harry’s back. He wrapped his arms
around the brunette in front of him, resulting in Harry letting out a decidedly
un-masculine screech as he spun his head round to find out who had caught them.
Harry flushed bright red as he saw George grinning at him, before his lips were
being plundered by the red head. Harry had now submitted to the ministrations
of, not one, but two red headed Weasleys and was enjoying it immensely.
George began to play with Harry’s nipples while gently biting on his neck,
letting his tongue glide over the shallow teeth marks before finding another
spot to suckle on. One of George’s hands dropped from Harry’s pecks and began
to caress his arse, a finger gently circling the pucker, before it slides in to
Harry’s arse eliciting a yelp from the boy, he slowly began to finger him
allowing him to grow used to the foreign sensation before gradually working a
second digit into the tight channel, stretching it.
Fred realised that Harry was very close to the edge and decided to have a bit
more fun with him before he exploded. Releasing his cock and slowly standing,
he turned around presenting his arse to Harry while leaning against the cubicle
wall, turning of the water as he went. Harry, having opened his eyes at the
loss of Fred’s mouth on his cock, realised what the red-head was wanting and
slowly guided his aching prick to Fred’s exposed entrance, pushing against it
gently; forcing the head of his cock into the tight channel. Groaning
throatily, Fred pushed back ignoring the sharp stabs of pain as Harry’s penis
was fully sheathed inside his arse. With his cock fully imbedded, Harry began
to withdraw so that only the head rested inside before ramming back home, each
time evoking a moan from the older boy. While Harry managed to pick up a
rhythm, George was still scissoring his fingers inside his arse, Harry impaling
himself when he withdrew his cock, but soon decided he was stretched enough.
Standing up and pulling his fingers out, George aligned his cock with the tight
virgin rosebud, and when Harry next pulled back, impaled himself on George's
cock. Harry stiffened at the intrusion, growing accustomed to the unfamiliar
presence; taking advantage of Harry’s pause, George began to work his cock into
Harry. Harry grunted in pain as the dick was pushed further into his hole. When
George’s cock was fully inserted and Harry had taken a moment to gather himself
he began to push himself back into Fred; relieving himself of George before
skewering himself back once more. Slowly building his rhythm back up, Harry
began to let himself go; ignoring the lingering pain in his arse and rather
concentrating on the pure bliss that was caused whenever his prostate was hit,
while all the time ploughing himself into Fred.
Anyone that had walked into the Gryffindor locker room at that point would have
been assaulted with the sight of three hot, naked, wet bodies sandwiched
together, cocks ploughing into and out of tight, muscled arses. The sounds
would have hit them hard, the groaning and moaning issuing from the threesome
were sinful. And the smell of sex permeated the air, mixing with the smell of
sweat and mud, which was commonplace in a changing room.
Harry was close, very close, the continuous stimulation, first from Fred’s
mouth, then his arse and now George’s cock was ramming his prostate was too
much; he shot his load deep in Fred’s bowls. The feeling of the hot liquid
hitting his insides was enough to push Fred over the edge; releasing his hold
on his cock and bracing himself against the wall, he coated the tiles in his
cum. George continued fucking Harry’s arse for a few more strokes before
pulling out and spurting all over Harry’s back.
The three sticky, sweaty bodies pulled away from each other and lent against
the walls of the cubicle, breathing heavily. Harry slowly slid to the floor,
followed quickly by the twins. It took a few minutes for them to come down from
the post-orgasmic high they were on, but eventually Harry stood, swaying
slightly, and with an impish smile said:
“I’m going for another shower, anyone want to join me?”
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