Oh... pt. 2
George Walked down the halls, he was dizzy and hot, really really hot. Fred was well it's hard to explain, he looked tired and his cloud around his eyes and the drag in his voice. It was something that made George feel something, the thing about George is he’s never had sex before, Lee's tried, several times, to on avail.
“Fuck…” George leaned against The wall dizzy and dazed, “shit shit shit” cursing under his breath, “no no, not now any fucking time but now” he felt the tint in his pants grow “no, no im not ready for that” George brushed the sticky hair out of his eys “I don't want that” maybe if he kept under his breath he'd believe himself.
“but I want him to want that, I want him to make me be ready force me to be ready”
Vivid images of Fred pushing him against the wall and pinning his hands together, undoing his tie kissing and biting his neck while George pushed and cried to get out of his grip.
“Fuck fuck” George tugged at his pajama pants to get to his cock, breathing having in the Middle of the hall way, but he couldn't care to care. He wanted to be seen.
Fred pushing him over and ripping off his clothes, and forcing his cock down his throat choking George and watching the hot tears falling out of his eyes and to the ground
“A-ah fu-hh~” George held a hand over his throat choking himself feeling hands as he ran a thumb over the head of his very sensitive cock head
Fred grabbed at George's hair forcing his cock into his hole, other hand holding his mouth shut to stop him from screaming begging Crying any more than he already was, George didn't want to lose his virginity like this
“A-h! f-fuck fuck!” George slammed his head back into the stone walls crying out as cum leaked out onto his hand and his clothes.
Sick. He felt sick. Sick with this, sick with his fantasy about being raped by his own brother. He felt himself stop, stop thinking, stop feeling, stop breathing. He knows this feeling, it's the feeling he gets before he vomits, it's how he coped. He felt sad, he felt angry, he felt any emotion less than happiness he'd Vomit. It was more than just an eating disorder now.
Lurching, he felt himself lurching as stuffed himself back into his clothes to hopefully find his way to a more acceptable place to deal with his feelings. “Shit shit shit” George rushed up the stairs, he stopped, he vomited. All over himself, all over the floor “fuck fuck, no please no” he dropped to his knees and pulled off his shirt laying It the floor using his hand to try and clean his own puddle of vomit with his hands as he heard foot steps.
“George?” George stopped tears pouring Out as he realized his problem “George are you ok? What happened?” Fred put a hand on George to which George pushed off in seconds “I'm fine, I was just going to the nurse” George picked up his vomit soaked shirt, he couldn't face Fred, he was fat he was ugly he could let Fred see him like this.
“I'm fine…” George shut him off from speaking rushing around the corner leaving Fred standing there in utter confusion to what he'd just witnessed.