George gets drunk... (Modern AU Richard and George)

It had been a few months since the start of the new academic year, a few months since George had helped his younger brother to move out of their parents home and into a new apartment with George. Of this he was glad, and was sure his mother was happy with this outcome, though he wasn't so sure about his father. Part of him assumed his father would insist Richard should go and live with their eldest brother Edward, but when George had offered they both had seemed happy with the idea. So they had gotten Richard set with everything he needed and soon both brothers had moved into a new, bigger apartment.

The older of the two was actually more comfortable now he had company, as much as he hated admitting it, he was grateful that Richard had agreed also, rather than living alone or sharing with Edward. They both loved the eldest, but he was busy with upholding the family name and spending his time partying and flirting with every lady on campus.

George could agree to some degree with Edward's habits but he seemed to take it a bit too far, then again he had been seen as a bit devious and nuts to fellow classmates, which was admittedly a fair assessment. Needless to say, Richard was definitely the calmer, laid back and more withdrawn of the three.

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At this present moment in time, George was regretting his decision to join Edward at one of his famous parties as he stumbled along the pavement in the direction of his apartment. The night had started off fine, he'd met up with Edward and they had ordered drinks...and more drinks...and more. They played a few drinking games, laughed as they had caught up with what was going on in each other's lives. That was until Edward had pulled his usual disappearing trick, going off to make out and flirt with various girls, until his attention had eventually been drawn by some blonde. In the mean time George had just sat, keeping an eye on the older man whilst nursing some sort of brightly coloured drink he'd been given by one of Edward's friends. That was up until the blonde had dragged him off somewhere.

Eventually he had gotten bored and decided to find Edward to say good bye and head back home. As he edged through the crowded house, he spotted the his older brother a fair distance away and began walking over to him. As he neared closer he felt a hard bump into his right side as someone shoved into him among a small group, spilling someone across his back and also knocking his own cup out of his hand and onto the floor and the shoes of whoever had bumped him. He was about to apologise when the man swiftly turned around, face displaying rage as he looked down at his shoes.

Soon the man had been shouting and swearing up a storm at him, and being as particularly stubborn as George could be didn't help in this situation as he too frowned slightly. He would stay calm though. Explaining that the other had actually caused the accident, didn't help. As soon, George found himself pressed into the wall with a sharp pain across his cheek and a cut lip. This had drawn the attention of everyone, including Edward, who had now stood up and appeared to say something to the lady he was with. Not willing to give the other man the upper hand, but also unwilling to get into a fight over something so trivial, George simply shoved the other man away roughly, this in turn got him another punched to the head this time for his trouble. Instantly he bent forward, feeling a head splitting pain as he clutched onto the wall for support. This really wasn't his night. After a few moments when he felt he could open his eyes he saw a different figure standing over him now. It was Edward.

He heard nothing more after that, he stood up straight, glanced at Edward and turned on his heel, walking away and out of the house. He was too drunk for this shit and had intended to leave anyway, though he hadn't expected this outcome. So now he was doing his best to walk home without tripping over his feet, head throbbing. He'd texted Edward when he was far enough away apologising and letting him know that he was walking home and that he'd probably get Richard to text him again reassuring him that George hadn't been murdered on the way back.

Eventually he somehow made it to his front door, he fumbled with his keys as he unlocked the door, dropping them on the floor as he removed them after unlocking the door, he stumbled slightly as the door opened, fist banging against the wood.

Unlike his brothers, Richard had been enjoying a quiet night in; a book in one hand and a long stem glass of red carefully resting between the fingers of the other. Slowly, he had been draining the contents of a rather fine vintage throughout the night, slouching progressively further into the soft cream armchair. Legs now draped over one side, he turned the page with practiced ease, not needing to relinquish his glass in the process.

The young man had little idea of the time. When he read, he lost himself in the pages and everything else around him seemed to stop. That was probably why he hadn't noticed the noises coming from outside their front door, the first thing he had heard was a loud thud.

Swinging his legs from the arm of the chair in alarm, Richard placed his book and drink onto the coffee table, stealing a quick glance at the clock. "George?" Shifting up from the seat, he headed toward the front door. "You're early. I thought you'd be out for a---" The darker haired man stopped short as he switched the light on, seeing the state of his older brother. A brief moment of silence extended as he simply watched his elder sibling, trying to weigh up the injuries. It wasn't all that unusual for George or Edward to get into fights every now and then, sometimes even with each other, so Richard had become somewhat immune to such behaviours. Perhaps it seemed a little cold, but a few scrapes wasn't going to kill anyone.

"Come into the kitchen, I'll clean you up."

Grunting as his fist connected with something solid, George grumbled incoherently to himself and stepped into the apartment on shaky legs. "Blasted piece of fucking shit...next time..he can go fuck himself", he slurred, managing to nudge his shoes off and kick them in the direction of the designated shoe area.

Once he was fully indoors and the door was shut behind him, keys shoved onto the side, he noticed his younger brother standing a few steps away. He seemed to be slightly concerned, though with George's tendency to get into fights it can't have been surprising to the younger man. At is brother's words, George nodded, following the other man into the kitchen.

"M'sorry Richie...didn't mean to cause trouble for ya. How'd your night go? Mine was...exciting." He slumped in one of the stools in the kitchen, resting his head on the counter for a moment, a small smile appearing as he stared up at his brother.

In the kitchen, Richard opened a large drawer quickly retrieving a box which was used all too regularly for the curly haired man's liking. Nevertheless, he already knew it was pointless to nag his brothers about such things, they would do it regardless of his concern for them. Placing the first aid kit on the counter, he then turned to wash his hands, before grabbing a small clean bowl, taking care to fill it with warm water.

"You're sorry for causing me trouble? That has to be a first, George. Are you sure you aren't concussed?" With a small teasing smile, the younger brother placed the water down and flipped the box open. "I'm sure my night was unbearably boring by your's and Edward's standards." Taking up a sterile cloth, Richard stepped closer to his elder sibling, pulling the bowl along with him. Soaking the the cloth, he then wrung it out. Without warning, he leaned in, gently mopping up the excess blood from the wound at George's lip. "Who was it this time?" Pausing a moment, he carefully held the now stained piece of fabric in place as he eyed up the other man, with mock accusation.

For all his faults, George was one of the few people that Richard felt as though he could relax around. Somehow the older man could bring out his more playful side, in almost all situations. It wasn't that his and Edward's relationship was strained, but more calm, or simply just Richard trying to talk him out of some stupid decision. George however, had always been a bit more easy going and full of fun, when he wasn't getting into serious trouble.

George watched the younger man work, occasionally dropping his head back onto the counter. As soon as he heard the younger man return at his side, he lifted his head slowly, sighing slightly from the ache. He brushed it off with the hint of a grin.

"Mhmm, very funny...just didn't wat to ruin your night...again. Haha...well yes...this is you little brother. You...have a tendency to be...well less party more sophi-sophisti...cartoon...sophistication."

The older man could barely string together sentences, yet he knew Richard would understand. He sat up straight when the youngest of the two edged closer with the cloth, holding still to let the other clean him up with ease. "Mm...now that I ca-can't tell you. Just some random fuckwit who bumped me then proceeded to start on me whilst dear Eddie sat flirting to some blonde bimbo he'd just met."

George could always rely on Richard, whether they agreed with each other or not, the younger would always offer his views and they could genuinely relax and feel comfortable around each other. Sure, they had their arguments but that was the same for any relationship. Needless to say, they were nowhere near as bad as the fights Edward and George had. Even then it not as if they stayed fighting for ages, the three brothers always managed to reconcile.

It was difficult not to smile as he listened to his older brother stumble over his words. "Now that just doesn't sound like Edward at all." Richard teased, knowing full well just how much of a womaniser the older of the three of them was. "I was sure he preferred brunettes... Or was it women with a pulse?"

Rinsing the cloth off and wringing it out once more, the younger man gently dabbed at the cut with delicate touch. "Either way, this guy did a number on you. The bleeding is stopping, but it's a bit swollen." Taking George's hand, he lifted it to the cloth, signalling for him to hold it in place. With both hands now free, he glanced another injury hidden by the taller man's hair as it draped over his cheekbone. Brushing the smooth locks behind his brother's ear, Richard tutted. The skin wasn't broken, but it too looked as though it had some swelling. "Hold on."

Darting off, the younger brother soon returned with a fresh flannel before approaching the freezer. Opening the door, he rummaged about briefly, placing a few ice cubes within the open material before twisting the corners to make a makeshift ice-pack. "Here." Heading back over to George, he handed over the pack, before sliding himself onto the worktop, dark curls falling in his face as he watched George, intently.

Chuckling at Richard's comment, the older man tilted his head to the side slightly in thought. "I know, I was incredibly shocked, I was expecting at least a flock of ladies around him." Sighing in amusement he held still as he was cleaned up. "Would've gotten one in myself if Edward hadn't beat me to it.." Doing as the younger man had gestured, the older of the two held the cloth to his lip. He winced ever so slightly as Richard brushed some hair out of the way, evidently finding the other mark.

Eventually the other man disappeared and a few moments later returned with some ice in another cloth. He now held the cloth to his lip and the ice to his still aching head. He watched as Richard sat up on the worktop, smiling slightly. For a few moments, they sat in a comfortable silence.

Hesitantly, George placed the cloths down. He glanced up to the other man. "It was odd, y'know...he was pullin' his usual shit..then there was this one who walked up to him and they disappeared, when I next saw him he was still with her...just her. That was just before that bastard knocked me with his drink. Oh well...Edward picks up chicks...I pick up dicks...wait...", tripping over his words, he chuckled awkwardly, his fairer hair falling out from behind his ears, framing his face just so. Standing slowly, so as to steady himself properly, George pulled off his soaked jacket. "The little shit got it all over my favourite jacket..", once it was removed, he noted that it had gone threw to his shirt a bit. Rolling his eyes, he began pulling that off also.

"You never know, maybe he's in love." Richard himself wasn't sure if he was joking or not, though he did think Edward would one day find someone he cared about enough to settle down. Though, perhaps, he wouldn't make the most faithful of husbands.

The younger brother's thoughts were pushed aside as George continued to stumble on his words. Nothing came to Richard at first, just a small knowing smile that curved at his lips as he tried not to laugh. "I hope not too many." He joked, watching as his brother staggered up, complaining about his ruined clothes. "It can be laundered.." About to continue, he paused, seeing George pulling his shirt off. This man may have been his brother, but it was difficult not to admire the view. His perfect skin was pulled tautly over the finely sculptured muscle of his chest, with a patch of sparse curly hair caressing the surface. Soon Richard's eyes gazed lower to a dark trail of hair leading down his brother's navel and below the waistband of his trousers.

Cheeks burning lightly, the younger man had to remind himself that George was drunk and injured. "Never mind your clothes, you're going to feel rough in the morning." Legs swinging free from the floor, he straightened his arms, pressing both palms flat on the surface of the countertop, looking the picture of innocence.

"Edward, in love?", laughing at the thought, George stretched his arms out. He knew he was overreacting slightly, His older brother wasn't that bad, and he knew some day Ed would find someone, it was just a matter of  whether he could keep that someone, or be able to settle down and have one person. George didn't think he could but he'd been proven wrong before. He nodded to his brother, placing the soaked clothing on the worktop and shifting to check himself over and see if it had gotten on his trousers.

Once satisfied, he looked up, locking eyes with Richard. Grinning coyly, the older man turned around slowly. He could always tell when he was being checked out, especially by the younger man, and George would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy it thoroughly. They were brothers, sure, but this fact did not change the way either of them acted around one another. Once his back was facing the younger man, he stretched his body taut, back arching, his muscles defined more clearly. " Like what you see, dear brother?" , he spun on his heel to face the other, grin widening.

Stepping closer to the other man, he leaned on the counter, face inches away from his brother's." You know me Richard, I can walk it off. I handle it pretty well~" His grin softened as he watched his brother, appearing to be so innocent at times, but George knew him better than that. He knew he was drunk, but he never could resist this man. So he reached up with his hand, fingers tracing the other's cheekbone softly, running through delughtful curls before cupping his chin gently. "You're too good to be true...", he chuckled softly.

"I don't now what you're talking about, George." Managing to keep a level expression, Richard's gaze darted to another part of the room. Though his actions spoke differently, the younger brother was far from playing shy, he simply loved provoking a reaction from the other. Just seeing the older man trying to seduce him was enough to get his blood running hotter.

Even as George got closer, Richard still played at being indifferent, though green eyes slowly returned to the man who was now cupping his chin. Most people wouldn't be able to read the younger brother, his pokerface was almost flawless, but in the presence of George, it was a bit more difficult to contain. Up close, the taller man would easily be able to read the deviousness behind his little brother's subtle expression. The burning intensity of his eyes, the gentle clenching of his jaw and the ever so slight smirk he struggled fruitlessly to hide. It was hard holding back, but it was fun to force George into action.

"Then perhaps I'm not good at all, and actually the Devil in disguise." Whispering silkily, Richard's eyes locked with the other man's. Lifting a slender hand, the younger brother brushed a thumb over the cut on George's lip, grazing against it enough to remind him of the pain.

"Oh, but I think you do~ It's okay, I know I'm pretty hard to resist~", he chuckled, amused by his brother's attempts at feigning complete innocence. It might work on everyone else, but George was less easy to fool. Of course there were times when Richard could pull the wool over his eyes effectively and make the older man look a right fool, but it wasn't difficult to discover the truth. He knew he was being played right now, to some degree. His little brother enjoyed teasing him, between the two of them it was always hectic keeping up with each other's power play.

"Mm, perhaps you are, perhaps the devil, or perhaps a fallen angel. I am, as always, unsure with you." He leaned in even closer, fingers brushing again soft skin, his other arm wrapping slowly behind the other man's lower back. "And you know, that's just how I like it.", he replied huskily. Closing his eyes against the slight sting of the cut on his lip from Richard's touch, George leaned into the younger man's touch ever so slightly, smiling softly as his eyes opened once more to stare into the other's gorgeous green eyes.

Being the youngest brother, Richard had always been deemed the baby and held up as the most innocent and pure of the family. Usually by their parents admittedly. It wasn't that he was overly sexual or vulgar, but he had a hidden streak which was rarely seen, though once witnessed was memorable. Anything of the sort had a shock factor coming from someone so usually calm and well-mannered as he, but fortunately, so few had the pleasure.

"A fallen or the Devil, hm? Is there really no hope for me?" Staying on the countertop, Richard edge forward, parting his knees to make space for the other man. Moving his hand around to the back of George's neck, pale fingers tangle into fine golden locks as he directed him closer. "Of course I do. You like it sinful, and just by being us, we commit almost every sin in the book." Finally, the younger brother's expression cracked to reveal a devious and challenging smirk.

Keeping a steady gaze, Richard leaned in, brushing his lips delicately over the mark on George's cheek, before leaving a soft kiss. "I can't give you absolution, but I can give you release.. Of sorts." Resting their foreheads against each others, Richard continued to gaze seductively to his older brother, willing him into temptation.

As much as George knew that Richard had a massive dark side lurking within, he couldn't deny that it was at times difficult to find beneath such an innocent exterior. There were times when even he was fooled by Richard's more obvious qualities. "Mm, you know as well as I do that between you and I there is none~ Just as well we like it that way, yes?".

Moving forward into the space between the younger man's legs, George smirked, letting himself be guided as he slowly sobered up. " That is where you are 100 percent correct, and I wouldn't wish to change it". Noticing Richard's own lips curl into a smirk stirred something within the older man, an intense desire which he knew would lead to more carnal activities.

Leaning into the soft press of a kiss to his cheek, he found himself entranced by  the other man's intense gaze. "And I can't give you assurance that we will be safe like this....but I can give you the appreciation you deserve..."

He rested there for a moment, in silence with Richard, before pressing a light kiss to the others lips."It may not be much, but I mean it....when I say, I would never change this or who we are for anyone. The circumstances may be awkward, but I do not care. You are mine Richard, and I don't plan on letting you go anytime soon. Not without a fight..."

"I know." Placing another soft kiss to his brother's lips, Richard seemed highly confident in his words. "I don't plan on going anywhere... Or letting anyone interfere." Even though they were brothers by blood, this did very little to worry the younger man, neither morally or socially. Though, for the sake of an easy life, it was best kept behind closed doors. If their happiness condemned them, then so be it, because Richard had no intention of changing.

Gently, Richard rested a hand against the other's abdomen, caressing taut muscle. "No one will take this from me. From us." Tucking slender fingers into George's waistband, he tugged the man ever closer, crushing their lips together as he wrapped his legs around narrow hips, holding the other in place.

Richard had always known what he wanted in life and how to get it. Admittedly, it was only in recent years where he'd begun to aggressively pursue these wants and desires, but once he'd given into a temptation, he was loathed to give it up. George was no exception.

Hands roamed the body in front of him, caressing and kneading every bit of bare skin he could reach. Fingers gently digging in with a level of neediness which went unspoken, he urged and tempted his brother on.

Living with this secret hanging over the both of them was never going to be easy, and at times it felt more like a cruel punishment to George, and he was sure Richard felt the same. There were times when the older man had found it difficult, along with the issues he already shared with their eldest brother, though at the end of the day he would always find his resolve. It wasn't as if anyone else had mattered this much to him anyway. He had always been a very laid back and outgoing kind of guy, but not quite as much as Edward. This was good, in a way, because he would rather have an excuse to stay away from attention and just in general away from any extended family. He'd made mistakes in the past, and he didn't intend on making anymore, now he'd finally made amends with one brother and found something truly special with the other.

Being the middle child made a lot of things fairly easy, especially being out of the spotlight, even more so with the situation he and Richard were in. As wrong as he knew it was perceived by society, George could never see what they had as anything but special and sacred. If the world saw fit to berate them for it, they would stay strong, he had faith that the younger man would be willing to do whatever it took so that they could be together, just as he would. However, right now, that wasn't important. They were both careful, and could live freely and comfortably in the safety of their own home. All that mattered, was that they were together.

Shuddering from Richard's touch, the older man let himself be tugged forward, instantly feeling the other's lips press against his own in a passionate kiss. He chuckled softly into the kiss when he felt legs wrap around him. "Mm, of course not. I'm yours Richard, all yours. You've known that from the very start. I won't let anyone destroy this for us".

George slowly wrapped his arms around the younger man's back, fingers sliding slowly beneath the other's shirt. "Richard...please". At the very start, he had doubted the other man's true feelings, he had waited to be tossed aside, drew into himself in a way and taken it out on the eldest of the three brothers. He had been angry and confused. When that day hadn't arrived, he had become more like the person he once was, though he still had a restricted relationship with Edward, that was something that could not be fixed so easily.

George groaned quietly as he felt soft hands caressing his skin, he couldn't hold back now. With the still slight buzz of the alcohol and his own neediness, he pulled at the other's shirt, tossing it aside once he had it over Richard's head. Instantly, he pressed his lips to the younger mans neck, sucking a red mark into the pale flesh, one hand coming up to run through dark curls.

Allowing his shirt to be removed swiftly, Richard leaned into the other man’s touches, savouring each sensation and gasping as the sensitive skin on his neck was lavished with attention. “Mn, George..” Voice raspy, the younger brother brushed his lips against George’s earlobe, before gently nipping at the delicate flesh.

Richard would be lying if he said he’d had no concerns about their relationship when all this had started. It was difficult to deal with emotionally. A part of him even loathed himself for it, but he could do nothing but give into George. Since then, he’d managed to accept it… Or brush away the negative feelings surrounding them, he himself wasn’t even sure how his emotions were being handled, but it was something he forced himself not to even consider. All he knew was that at the moment, he was happy, damn the consequences. Sometimes it was easier to ignore bad feelings than to face them, and this was something Richard was known to do on occasion as a way to cope.

“All I want is you…” Whispering seductively, the darker haired man reached up, cupping each side of the other man’s face to guide him back. Green eyes begged hungrily for attention as they briefly made eye contact, before Richard gently kissed and sucked at the cut on George’s lip. “All of you..” Fingers teased, caressing their way down the taller man’s torso, hooking into the fastenings of George’s trousers, but pausing before going any further. “Take me to the bedroom.”

Smirking deviously as he sucked another red mark into his brother's neck, George, pulled Richard impossibly closer, hands running across the other's back and along his sides, feeling the soft skin and defined muscle beneath his fingers. He tilted his head up, pressing a deep kiss to the younger man's lips.

He knew for a time they had both been on edge to begin with, awkward glances had been shared, hesitant touches, and the occasional harsh words. Be that as it may, they had come through mostly unscathed and learned to accept each other.

George grunted in reply to his brother's words, groaning softly from his touch. "You are all I will ever want, all I can think about, and all of me is what you shall receive~". He smiled softly now, taking a moment to admire  the younger man before nodding at the other's request. He could feel the tug of a grin as he pulled Richard completely off the counter, hoisting him up so he could properly hold the other man, urging the other to wrap his legs around George.

Chuckling, he kissed Richard once more before stumbling slightly as he carried the younger man into their bedroom.

Wrapping his legs tightly around his brother's waist, Richard held himself in place, suddenly second guessing his plan as George stumbled. In the heat of the moment, even with the taste of alcohol lingering on both their lips, he'd forgotten just how drunk the older man was. "If we end up on the floor, you're sleeping alone tonight." He teased, planting playful kisses along the stubble of his elder sibling's jaw as they approached the bedroom.

Once in the room, Richard wriggled free, placing both feet firmly on the ground before looking George in the eyes, seductively biting at his own lip. Grabbing roughly at the taller man's waist band, he stepped back, leading them both towards the bed, not stopping until he was sat on the edge of the bed with George stood in front of him. "Do you think you can stay up right for long enough?" Glancing up through thick dark lashes, Richard smirked as he tugged open the fastenings of George's trousers, yanking them down far enough to release the man from his constraints.

Still maintaining eye contact, he took George's length in hand, gently teasing the head with his thumb, before flicking his tongue out and running it over the slit. Deceptively, his eyelashes fluttered angelically as he refocused on his brother's cock, taking it between his soft lips, tongue caressing and massaging against every inch he could reach.

Chuckling, George nodded, managing to get them into the bedroom. "Not like last time, right? I w-wasn't even drunk then".

He grunted slightly as he was pulled forward towards the bed, stumbling a bit as they came to a stop. "Mm..o-of course, I'm not that clumsy~", he nodded. In the back f his mind George knew this wasn't ideal, what with him being drunk, but he wasn't drunk enough to say he wasn't able to think straight. He very much wanted what was about to happen, he just hoped he wouldn't embarrass himself.

Shuddering slightly at the feel of Richard's hand wrapping around his cock, the older man brought his hand up, running his fingers through dark curls. "You're gorgeous...Richard..", he muttered, a long drawn out moan escaping his lips as Richard's own wrapped around him.