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Fred and George have caught each other doing the do a few times, after all, they’ve shared a room for the entirety of their lives, not just at the Burrow and at Hogwarts, but also at their new place above Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes. And when they haven't been at one of those living places, but instead at a temporary accommodation for whatever reason, they have always shared a sleeping space.
So, it's no surprise that they have caught the other indulging in a little self love over the course of their lives now and again. Throughout the years they got pretty good at shoving a hand down their pants or covering themselves up with a sheet, but it's still close living quarters and they are both in their twenties now but it still feels like raging teenage-hood where the lightest wind will cause a chub. And when that chub makes an appearance, nowadays there's hardly ever a reason to not let it get to full-mast, after all, there's two of them, and even if the wind sparks interest in both of them, it's just a matter of getting away fast enough. The slower twin deals with the consequence of continuing to do whatever was being done and also gets a boost to get away faster next time.
The bedroom at their new place, specifically the beds, have definitely become the most common location for catching one another in flagrante, but their workshop room and storage room both come in close second. The shop floor not so much because if they have the time and peace, then they both prefer the bathroom. And that one is easy to not walk in on as they both prefer the shower, after all there's hot water, naked touching and an easy clean up.
Basically they have seen each other in various states of undress and in various states of pleasure, but it's very much been a quick glance, an oops, maybe a sorry, maybe a hurry up, and always a message of support or encouragement if there is no time constraint.
Today though, there is a time constraint, they are trialling opening an hour later mid week as they've noticed the first hour after they have opened is slow. Which means they can use it to catch up on both making some of the things they are low on as well as restock the shop floor now rather than during the day so that instead of restocking through the day, whichever twin is free can keep working on stock production. But in the grand scheme of things it's only an hour, and George was supposed to have come back to him 15 minutes ago with more stock to put out and yet, no sight of him.
So when Fred walks into the store room he is ready to rebuke George.
But George has got his cock in his hand.
And Fred imitates a fish for a few seconds while George remains utterly oblivious, because seriously, Fred knows for a fact that George got off first thing this morning as he had called dibs on a bed wank, so he shouldn’t be in such dire need as to get off again within such a short period of time, plus he definitely shouldn’t be ok with ignoring their very delicate schedule.
“George,” Fred finally barks, his brother has been fully immersed in what he was doing, the noise and breeze from the door opening not even registering in his brain.
“Oh, Fred,” George replies, worryingly though, he doesn’t sound like he’s done an oopsie and he’s a tiny bit embarrassed and apologetic for it. Instead he sounds worried and kind of pleading.
“Are you okay?” Fred asks in alarm, his brother hasn’t stopped stroking himself, and although they have identical bodies, they usually do each other the decency of stopping and covering up until they are in privacy once again.
It’s a cry really, “No.”
Fred finally turns his head away because even just looking at his brother’s face was telling enough. His cheeks are red, his brows are sweaty and furrowing at the sensation of his hands, and he’s panting almost inaudible moans.
“Potion was boiling, barely got a drop on my skin. Can’t stop.”
Fred looks around the room to figure out what could’ve done this to his brother, but everything is nice and neat in the storage room.
Clearly George can still string some thoughts together despite his condition. “Stopped by the workshop before, just checking.”
“Right,” Fred quickly focuses, “I am going to stock up. You finish that,” he instructs while waving his hand in his brother’s general direction. “Once you are finished, layer up and go contain that potion.” They usually have potions with dangerous side effects contained, especially because they usually have a few projects running at the same time, but he knows that none of the projects that they have going on right now will have had the extra layer of protection as they had all supposed to be harmless.
“Yep,” George readily agrees even though it’s a moan.
Fred exhales long and silent, and leaves the room. And then he groans when he realizes he promptly went and forgot the stock, in there, with an exposed George.
Nope, he decides. George looked close enough, Fred is certain that he’ll be coming out soon.