Grey's Anatomy FF: Weirdest Day Ever (interns, R)
Title: Weirdest Day Ever
Fandom: Grey's Anatomy
Pairing: Cristina/Meredith/Izzie, Alex/George OR orgyfic
Rating: R
Genre: PWP
Length: 730 words
Disclaimer: Belongs to Shonda Rhimes
Spoilers: Vague mention of S1 relationships in past
AN: For oxoniensis's porn battle here
Prompt: Grey's Anatomy, the interns, benefits
“This isn’t fair,” George says again. “We’re drunk. How can they possibly expect us to… we’re drunk!”
“You’re not drunk,” Cristina says. “You go straight from perky to passed out. You’re as bad as Izzie.”
“But we can’t… we’re drunk!”
“This is bad,” Meredith agrees. “This situation is decidedly lacking in good qualities. Because either we sober up enough to be yelled at, or we kill someone.”
“At least we’re all here together?” Izzie tries.
Alex snorts.
“No one is drunk,” Cristina says, and it’s just about close enough to true. They’re not drunk exactly. They were drunk, now they’re just buzzed, and exhausted, and apparently going to be back in the Pit in a few hours for a transgression George doesn’t actually remember. Come to think of it, there’s a good chance he wasn’t even involved in whatever happened. But here he is, lumped in with the girls, like he always is. At least Alex didn’t manage to get out of this one.
He turns around to check on that, but Alex’s attention is firmly elsewhere. On the girls, in fact. On the way Meredith’s thin hands are unbuttoning Cristina’s top, and Izzie has reached in to help. “Oh God.”
“Sssh,” Alex instructs.
“Sssh…” Meredith answers, laughing. “We have two hours to be sober again.”
“And this is going to help?” He can’t help the way his voice goes up at the end.
“Can’t hurt,” Cristina replies.
“This is…” He turns to Alex, beseeching, “We have to stop them.”
“Why, in God’s name, would we do a thing like that?”
“Because. Because…”
Meredith moans, and he’s heard her before, through walls, sound that content, but not like this. Not when he looks up and yeah, Cristina’s kind of selfish, but she loves Meredith almost-best, and she’s sucking down on the nipple of one perfect breast like she could do it all night.
He’s hard, he can’t help it, and it would be okay if he could just sit on his hands until it went away, but Alex is right there. Right there, untying George’s scrubs and palming his dick as if they’ve become that kind of friend without him realising. Until Alex stops, and looks down pointedly at the bulge between his own legs and this is clearly some kind of really weird circle-jerk. That’s fine except George hadn’t done that even without the wrong-hands and the lesbian backdrop.
Izzie swears, loudly. “Fuck! Meredith!”
Something snaps. George reaches across, blindly, to where he thinks Alex’s cock to be. He’s close enough that Alex moans, really loudly, in George’s ear, and there’s an edge of need in it that nearly tips George over. “Just,” he mutters, “just hang on a second.” He gets Alex free and curls a hand carefully around him, stroking up and down.
“George,” Izzie says, and he’s really not sure when she started paying attention to the world again, or how she’s managing to talk from that angle. She makes a motion with her hand that would be obscene if it wasn’t for everything else that’s happening. “Like this.”
This is officially the weirdest near-conversation he’s ever had, but then it’s also the weirdest day he’s ever had. George copies her hand gesture, and Alex yells and comes all over his hand.
“Sorry,” Alex says, and okay, maybe this is the weirdest conversation. Alex’s hand starts moving again. George shuts his eyes tightly to see if the world makes any more sense. Alex just starts describing the contortions the girls are making. It doesn’t make more sense, and now his psychotic episode has a disturbingly hot male narration. That would be the part that finally does it. George thrusts up into Alex’s fist, coming over his hand, and the sheets, and the edge of his scrubs.
George opens his eyes, and Alex was lying - they’re just kissing now, close to asleep. Meredith catches his eye, and extends an arm. She pats Alex’s shaved head, and then George’s cheek. “Night.”
“Wait, what? Aren’t we going to…?”
“Tired now,” Cristina interjects sharply.
“This isn’t really a good time, George,” Izzie says reasonably. “Later, maybe, when we’re not all so…”
“Sorry, dude,” Alex says, before raising his head. “Hey, Iz.”
“Yeah?”
“You were right. Stuck together beats solo.”
“I’m always right,” she declares, before burying her nose in Cristina’s shoulder.
“Your nose is cold,” is the last thing George remembers clearly.
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Fandom: Grey's Anatomy
Pairing: Cristina/Meredith/Izzie, Alex/George OR orgyfic
Rating: R
Genre: PWP
Length: 730 words
Disclaimer: Belongs to Shonda Rhimes
Spoilers: Vague mention of S1 relationships in past
AN: For oxoniensis's porn battle here
Prompt: Grey's Anatomy, the interns, benefits
“This isn’t fair,” George says again. “We’re drunk. How can they possibly expect us to… we’re drunk!”
“You’re not drunk,” Cristina says. “You go straight from perky to passed out. You’re as bad as Izzie.”
“But we can’t… we’re drunk!”
“This is bad,” Meredith agrees. “This situation is decidedly lacking in good qualities. Because either we sober up enough to be yelled at, or we kill someone.”
“At least we’re all here together?” Izzie tries.
Alex snorts.
“No one is drunk,” Cristina says, and it’s just about close enough to true. They’re not drunk exactly. They were drunk, now they’re just buzzed, and exhausted, and apparently going to be back in the Pit in a few hours for a transgression George doesn’t actually remember. Come to think of it, there’s a good chance he wasn’t even involved in whatever happened. But here he is, lumped in with the girls, like he always is. At least Alex didn’t manage to get out of this one.
He turns around to check on that, but Alex’s attention is firmly elsewhere. On the girls, in fact. On the way Meredith’s thin hands are unbuttoning Cristina’s top, and Izzie has reached in to help. “Oh God.”
“Sssh,” Alex instructs.
“Sssh…” Meredith answers, laughing. “We have two hours to be sober again.”
“And this is going to help?” He can’t help the way his voice goes up at the end.
“Can’t hurt,” Cristina replies.
“This is…” He turns to Alex, beseeching, “We have to stop them.”
“Why, in God’s name, would we do a thing like that?”
“Because. Because…”
Meredith moans, and he’s heard her before, through walls, sound that content, but not like this. Not when he looks up and yeah, Cristina’s kind of selfish, but she loves Meredith almost-best, and she’s sucking down on the nipple of one perfect breast like she could do it all night.
He’s hard, he can’t help it, and it would be okay if he could just sit on his hands until it went away, but Alex is right there. Right there, untying George’s scrubs and palming his dick as if they’ve become that kind of friend without him realising. Until Alex stops, and looks down pointedly at the bulge between his own legs and this is clearly some kind of really weird circle-jerk. That’s fine except George hadn’t done that even without the wrong-hands and the lesbian backdrop.
Izzie swears, loudly. “Fuck! Meredith!”
Something snaps. George reaches across, blindly, to where he thinks Alex’s cock to be. He’s close enough that Alex moans, really loudly, in George’s ear, and there’s an edge of need in it that nearly tips George over. “Just,” he mutters, “just hang on a second.” He gets Alex free and curls a hand carefully around him, stroking up and down.
“George,” Izzie says, and he’s really not sure when she started paying attention to the world again, or how she’s managing to talk from that angle. She makes a motion with her hand that would be obscene if it wasn’t for everything else that’s happening. “Like this.”
This is officially the weirdest near-conversation he’s ever had, but then it’s also the weirdest day he’s ever had. George copies her hand gesture, and Alex yells and comes all over his hand.
“Sorry,” Alex says, and okay, maybe this is the weirdest conversation. Alex’s hand starts moving again. George shuts his eyes tightly to see if the world makes any more sense. Alex just starts describing the contortions the girls are making. It doesn’t make more sense, and now his psychotic episode has a disturbingly hot male narration. That would be the part that finally does it. George thrusts up into Alex’s fist, coming over his hand, and the sheets, and the edge of his scrubs.
George opens his eyes, and Alex was lying - they’re just kissing now, close to asleep. Meredith catches his eye, and extends an arm. She pats Alex’s shaved head, and then George’s cheek. “Night.”
“Wait, what? Aren’t we going to…?”
“Tired now,” Cristina interjects sharply.
“This isn’t really a good time, George,” Izzie says reasonably. “Later, maybe, when we’re not all so…”
“Sorry, dude,” Alex says, before raising his head. “Hey, Iz.”
“Yeah?”
“You were right. Stuck together beats solo.”
“I’m always right,” she declares, before burying her nose in Cristina’s shoulder.
“Your nose is cold,” is the last thing George remembers clearly.
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