George F. Weasley (gredilicious) wrote in occultus,
@ 2011-10-27 00:20:00

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char: george weasley, char: marcus flint

Who: George Weasley and Marcus Flint
When: Friday night - Between midnight and four a.m.
Where: Marcus' House
Rating: Maybe R
Summary: After a short night at the club Drunk!George decides to pay the Grumpy Falcon a visit.
Status: Complete.

George was not drunk. Nope. Not a bit. Definitely not.

Okay, maybe a little.

He was having a great time at the club, dancing away and getting a few admirers. George knew he could move, a talent both he and his Twin shared, however no one he danced with seemed to keep his attention long. Probably because his mind was elsewhere... in Manchester. A little smile must have crossed his face because the girl he was dancing with thought that was an invitation to start nuzzling his neck. Immediately George pulled away and the girl pouted, not that really affected George. Cute looks tended to fall flat on him unless you were a kitten or a puppy.

He weaved his way through the crowd and nodded to a security guard before going upstairs to the VIP rooms. He went to his favourite one, the one with the red door - fumbling with his wand a bit to unward it. Entering the room, George flopped on the black sofa and summoned a bottle of Jack Daniels - which he proceeded to drink straight from the bottle. After the amber liquid burnt down his throat, he let out a little whine.

"Damn training, early match," he rambled in a somewhat nonsense manner. He wasn't planning to go bother Grumpy before the last match before mid-season break but he wanted to. People at the club were so blah.

With the bottle of Jack in hand, George stood and apparated directly into the Chaser's room. At least he thought it was Grumpy's room. "Ow!" On further inspection and a bump to the knee on some foreign object proved that he was not in the bedroom but rather the bathroom.

George froze when he heard shuffling from the next room and a low growl. Sounded like he woke someone up and they didn't sound too happy. He opened the door a little and spotted Mac - the Great Dane looking back with narrowed yet curious eyes. "Easy boy, just me." George reassured in a whisper, putting his hand out so the pup could get his scent in the dark. Mac sniffed and snorted, probably smelling the smoke smell from the club. The pup then went to sniff the bottle of Jack Daniels causing George to pull it away quickly and say in a much louder whipser, his words sounding a little slurred from the alcohol. "No, no, no... not for pups. Grumpy and Twinks only. Yeah?"

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gredilicious
2011-10-30 09:47 pm UTC (link)

Blue eyes darted back to Marcus' face, looking for any evidence of lying. George knew Marcus was fairly honest with him but growing up in a house where Slytherins were not to be trusted did still leave him with some doubts in his mind. "Okay, staying."

The buzz from the alcohol was virtually gone and a low hum erupted from his throat as Marcus bit his neck again and pressed closer. "Want you." He murmured low with renewed interest. He shifted his hips up to press their bodies flush together again - thighs framing the older man's waist.

In the morning, if he remembered, he'd probably feel sorry for changing the mood a billion times but he'd deal with that later. Just like he'd deal with a Grumpier Grumpy.

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flinted
2011-10-31 07:38 pm UTC (link)

'I know.' Marcus' hand slid down George's body, fingertips tracing over skin, down his stomach and lower. He teased for a moment or two, call it revenge for being woken in the middle of the night. But as soon as he felt hips bucking into his touch he stilled. Far too impatient to tease for long.

He didn't know what it said about him that the only wandless magic he knew was a readying charm. But he was certainly glad of the knowledge now. Muttering the words, he lifted George slightly, sliding his hand to support under his lower back as he pushed into his willing body. He groaned softly at the feeling and leaned down to kiss the redhead hard before starting to move. Part of him wanted to make sure George remembered the sex in the morning.

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gredilicious
2011-11-01 02:01 pm UTC (link)

A small whine escaped him at the teasing, not sure how much he could put up with. He had already proven with his sudden random comments that he had little self control. Luckily, Marcus seemed to be impatient too so he wasn't teased for long.

George squirmed a little at feeling the readying charm but was thankful for it because it hurried things along. "Fuck," he breathed out as Marcus entered him, closing his eyes and just allowing the sensation of just feeling wash over him. Even if the events leading up to the sex blurred he would never forget the feeling of the act itself.

He kissed back, one hand pulling the Chaser's head closer while the other was curled at his shoulder - short nails leaving small crescent moon shaped marks on Marcus' back. George knew he had to be careful in branding the Slytherin with marks and scratches because the older man wanted to keep them a secret. But of course, that didn't stop him from doing it anyway.

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flinted
2011-11-04 08:09 pm UTC (link)

Hearing the breathy four letter word, Marcus smirked slightly. He didn't think he'd ever get tired of doing this with George; not something he had thought about any of his past lovers. Had he time to think on it, the notion might worry him, undoubtedly it proved that he was getting more than attached to the younger man.

Groaning softly into the kiss as he felt nails marking him, he nipped at Twink's lower lip, moving faster now George had relaxed a little more. He liked nails on his skin almost as much as teeth and that stud through the red head's tongue, so any consequence of marks was ignored for the time being.

Moving his mouth lower, he sucked on the soft spot where George's neck met his collarbone, bruising the skin before biting down. His hand at the beater's back pulled him closer. Incoherent words slipped his lips as the motion allowed him deeper and he bit down on his own lip, muttering the red head's name.

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gredilicious
2011-11-06 02:08 am UTC (link)

His nails dragged down the Chaser's back, leaving little red trails in their wake, as George moved his hand down to bring himself off. Whining a little when his hand became trapped when Marcus pulled him closer.

He adjusted his legs higher around Marcus' body - his thighs almost touching his own chest - changing the angle a little and taking the other man deeper. The heels of his bare feet dug into Marcus' back and his head was thrown back into the pillows, exposing his neck to anymore marks the Chaser wanted to leave.

"Harder... won't break... so close." He murmured, his sentence coming out like static, uneven and broken. He knew he wouldn't last long given the amount of alcohol he'd drank and how wound up he was. His eyeliner he'd worn to the club was undoubtedly smudge beyond repair and he probably sounded like a little wanton slut, but at the moment he really couldn't bring himself to care.

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flinted
2011-11-06 06:45 pm UTC (link)

As George's tightened around him, Marcus slid his hand round from the red head's back, finishing what the Gryffindor had started and stroking him in time with his thrusts.

At the broken words, Marcus smirked, only too happy to comply with the order. His movements sped up, feeling the beater match him. At the sight of the exposed skin, he leaned forwards and nipped at George's neck, marking him like he had been marked. The smudged eyeliner reminded him of their first night and he moved up to kiss Twink hard.

Feeling his body tensing, his eyes flickered closed as his orgasm grew, almost taking him by surprise. 'Fuck... Twink...' He rode out the high, enjoying it, not thikning about tomorrow or lack of sleep, just lost in the man beneath him.

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gredilicious
2011-11-08 01:58 am UTC (link)

George bit his lip and hummed deep in his throat when Quidditch callused fingers touched his sensitive skin. The contrast feeling exquisite and George couldn't get enough of it.

He matched the Chaser's movements, the change of pace making his toes curl and pressure to build inside of him. George kissed Grumpy back just as hard, only to tear away when he could feel himself slipping over the edge. He tightened his hold on Marcus as his body tensed as his orgasm hit. Anything the Chaser said was incomprehensible and with a few more strokes he was done and everything faded to white.

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flinted
2011-11-08 07:41 pm UTC (link)

It took a couple of moments for him to recover, but as he did he was careful to keep his weight off the smaller man. He didn’t want to crush him. Carefully disentangling himself from George’s limbs, he cast a quick cleaning spell before lying down beside the red head. Slipping an arm around his waist, he pulled him close against his chest, knowing the Gryffindor’s sleeping habits well. The covers fell over them, trapping their generated heat inside as they finally lay unmoving.

‘Definitely glad you weren’t a burglar,’ Marcus commented quietly, a teasing note in his voice. He would probably be tired and irritable in the morning, but if George could cope with that then he was fine having him stay. If he was honest, he wouldn’t have asked the Beater to leave anyway. Yep, there was definitely something there, which was making him act this way.

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gredilicious
2011-11-09 09:41 am UTC (link)

Lips remained parted slightly as George's breathing slowed down, feeling lethargic yet extremely satisfied. He unwound himself from around the Slytherin, stretching out a little and then letting out a little hum of appreciation when the cleaning spell was cast. George rolled onto his side, allowing himself to be pulled closer to the older man, moving so his head rested in a comfortable spot on Marcus' chest.

"Mmm," he hummed in agreement, his eyes drifting closed, feeling comfortable and warm. And hand moved up Grumpy's chest, fingers drawing nonsensical patterns on the Chaser's bare skin. Even when feeling himself doze lightly, George was never completely still.

"I should let you sleep now," George wondered if he should go although making no move to do so. In all honesty he wanted to stay but knew that Marcus had a game in the morning so maybe leaving might be a good option to let the Chaser have a decent night's sleep - well, what was left of it, at any rate.

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flinted
2011-11-11 04:09 am UTC (link)

He smiled a little as Twink nestled against his chest. Of all the people he'd slept with, he'd never encountered anyone that snuggled as much as the Beater. Marcus had been a bit awkward at first, just lying there the first time while George had used him as a pillow. But as he'd grown used to the red head, he'd reciprocated a little, holding him in return.

'Yeah, you sleep too.' Marcus was already drifting, so he didn't quite catch the full meaning of the words. Instead, he tightened his grip around George. Hopefully the action would say it all, that he wanted the other man to stay, that he didn't expect him to leave. 'Night.'

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