Lucky O'Malley (GA)
Fandom: Grey's Anatomy
Pairing(s): George/Alex
Rating: Hard R
Word Count: 721
Prompt: Prompt #4: Set in Who's Zoomin' Who (syph episode). Olivia is not the one who gave George syph.
Notes: Written for the GEX Fest over at georgealex.
George feels a little guilty for blaming Olivia for sleeping with Alex and ‘giving’ him the syph when he really knows that he got it right from the source too. But it’s so much easier to watch Meredith, Cristina and the whole hospital laugh like Olivia is the dirty whore, believing that he was the innocent victim.
George wants to dance and jab like Alex. He wants to be the Ali of the place. Someone Alex will notice and not make fun of. Someone Alex will respect instead of cornering him in the locker room one day (where, really, anyone could walk in) and roughly whispering in his ear to, ‘drop your pants,’ while shoving his cock into him without barely any warning.
George is half-hard just thinking about it, and thinks desperately that he had better find Olivia or Alex or someone to help him get rid of this
‘Hi George,’ Meredith breezes past.
‘Hey Meredith, have you seen, uh, Alex anywhere?’ he asks, hoping it sounds casual to her than it did to him.
Meredith, oblivious as usual, says, ‘I thought I saw him go into an on-call room on the third floor,’ then floats off.
After hurriedly rushing through some more patient charts to make sure that he can take the time off, George tries two on-call rooms on the third floor until he finds Alex’s.
He slips in, watching Alex sleep until a voice startles him from his reverie.
‘Shut the door,’ Alex mumbles.
George obeys and watches the sliver of light get smaller and smaller, wondering if he should follow it and disappear too, or what he should do really.
‘Are you here for sex or what?’ Alex asks, looking at the remaining evidence of George’s earlier daydreams peeking through his scrubs.
‘Um, I mean, I guess?’ George stammers. ‘If that’s what you want.’ He lowers his voice to a whisper, ‘is that what you want?’
‘Not gonna pass it up,’ Alex shrugs, and George isn’t sure whether he should be reassured or not but it doesn’t matter right then because Alex’s mouth is wrapped around his cock and
Surprised and overcome with the wonderful feeling of the new, wet hear, he bucks his hips, thrusting his cock deeper into Alex’s throat.
‘Jesus O’Malley, do you want me to ralph all over your newly-fixed penis?’ Alex chokes.
‘Sorry,’ George mumbles, and then he doesn’t say anything at all because Alex’s fingers have somehow found their way behind him and up and into him and god it feels so good and where did Alex learn to do all this?
He moans, lost in Alex’s best efforts until he comes in hot, sticky spurts right into Alex’s mouth. Alex swallows it all without a word, even licking his lips a bit at the end.
God George wishes he could be like that. He resolves to at least try. Fumbling at the waistband of Alex’s scrubs he starts to pull them down, surprised when Alex tugs them back up, saying, ‘trust me O’Malley, you don’t want to do that.’
‘You don’t know what I want, Alex,’ George replies. Although it’s not true--Alex has done a pretty good job of guessing in the past. Since Alex is quiet after that, George decides to take the opportunity to remove his pants.
Alex’s cock is magnificent. George has only felt it before (although it felt magnificent too) he has never seen it. Taking some time to feel and just look at it, Alex gets impatient.
‘You gonna put it in a museum, O’Malley or…’ before he can finish George starts to lick his head, moving his hands up and down his shaft at the same time, and it is Alex’s turn to moan.
The on-call room is locked for a full half-hour. Afterwards, when a very dishevelled Alex returns to work, George following a few minutes behind, no one says anything. George doesn’t know if they’re blind or stupid, but no one ever seems to notice what he and Alex are doing. But that suits him just fine. Everyone can blame Olivia and feel sorry for George, and he can keep having his mind (and cock) blown in on-call rooms during work hours. Honestly, he doesn’t know why anyone would feel sorry for him. He is the luckiest bastard in this joint.
Pairing(s): George/Alex
Rating: Hard R
Word Count: 721
Prompt: Prompt #4: Set in Who's Zoomin' Who (syph episode). Olivia is not the one who gave George syph.
Notes: Written for the GEX Fest over at georgealex.
George feels a little guilty for blaming Olivia for sleeping with Alex and ‘giving’ him the syph when he really knows that he got it right from the source too. But it’s so much easier to watch Meredith, Cristina and the whole hospital laugh like Olivia is the dirty whore, believing that he was the innocent victim.
George wants to dance and jab like Alex. He wants to be the Ali of the place. Someone Alex will notice and not make fun of. Someone Alex will respect instead of cornering him in the locker room one day (where, really, anyone could walk in) and roughly whispering in his ear to, ‘drop your pants,’ while shoving his cock into him without barely any warning.
George is half-hard just thinking about it, and thinks desperately that he had better find Olivia or Alex or someone to help him get rid of this
‘Hi George,’ Meredith breezes past.
‘Hey Meredith, have you seen, uh, Alex anywhere?’ he asks, hoping it sounds casual to her than it did to him.
Meredith, oblivious as usual, says, ‘I thought I saw him go into an on-call room on the third floor,’ then floats off.
After hurriedly rushing through some more patient charts to make sure that he can take the time off, George tries two on-call rooms on the third floor until he finds Alex’s.
He slips in, watching Alex sleep until a voice startles him from his reverie.
‘Shut the door,’ Alex mumbles.
George obeys and watches the sliver of light get smaller and smaller, wondering if he should follow it and disappear too, or what he should do really.
‘Are you here for sex or what?’ Alex asks, looking at the remaining evidence of George’s earlier daydreams peeking through his scrubs.
‘Um, I mean, I guess?’ George stammers. ‘If that’s what you want.’ He lowers his voice to a whisper, ‘is that what you want?’
‘Not gonna pass it up,’ Alex shrugs, and George isn’t sure whether he should be reassured or not but it doesn’t matter right then because Alex’s mouth is wrapped around his cock and
Surprised and overcome with the wonderful feeling of the new, wet hear, he bucks his hips, thrusting his cock deeper into Alex’s throat.
‘Jesus O’Malley, do you want me to ralph all over your newly-fixed penis?’ Alex chokes.
‘Sorry,’ George mumbles, and then he doesn’t say anything at all because Alex’s fingers have somehow found their way behind him and up and into him and god it feels so good and where did Alex learn to do all this?
He moans, lost in Alex’s best efforts until he comes in hot, sticky spurts right into Alex’s mouth. Alex swallows it all without a word, even licking his lips a bit at the end.
God George wishes he could be like that. He resolves to at least try. Fumbling at the waistband of Alex’s scrubs he starts to pull them down, surprised when Alex tugs them back up, saying, ‘trust me O’Malley, you don’t want to do that.’
‘You don’t know what I want, Alex,’ George replies. Although it’s not true--Alex has done a pretty good job of guessing in the past. Since Alex is quiet after that, George decides to take the opportunity to remove his pants.
Alex’s cock is magnificent. George has only felt it before (although it felt magnificent too) he has never seen it. Taking some time to feel and just look at it, Alex gets impatient.
‘You gonna put it in a museum, O’Malley or…’ before he can finish George starts to lick his head, moving his hands up and down his shaft at the same time, and it is Alex’s turn to moan.
The on-call room is locked for a full half-hour. Afterwards, when a very dishevelled Alex returns to work, George following a few minutes behind, no one says anything. George doesn’t know if they’re blind or stupid, but no one ever seems to notice what he and Alex are doing. But that suits him just fine. Everyone can blame Olivia and feel sorry for George, and he can keep having his mind (and cock) blown in on-call rooms during work hours. Honestly, he doesn’t know why anyone would feel sorry for him. He is the luckiest bastard in this joint.