Grey's Anatomy -- George/Alex -- PG-13 to R
Title: Hearts
Rating: PG-13 - R (mostly just for swearing)
Spoilers: Up to episode 14.
Summary: Alex really hates that kicked puppy look that George has. That look has a tendancy of making him do stupid things.
A/N: Much thanks to swordpoker for being a lovely beta.
“I touched a heart.”
Alex wondered if it would be alright to just shoot O’Malley right now. After all, they were in a hospital, walking through the corridors towards the exit. What better place to shoot someone than a hospital?
“Yeah.”
George seemed oblivious to the bored tone in Alex’s voice, as he kept on talking. Honestly guys, Alex thought, anyone got a gun? Alex might even pay for someone do it for him.’
“Like, touched it. I held it. I actually held it, in my actual hand.”
Alex could’ve done that too, right? He could’ve. He should have. Would have if he hadn’t frozen up like a complete coward. That’s to be expected though, right? Dumb Alex couldn’t even pass his damn exams. Who would want such a failure to have his hand on their heart?
Nah, they’d always choose someone like George. Someone down to earth and reliable, who could keep a clear head even while he wanted to panic and who didn’t give syphilis to half the medical staff of the hospital.
Sighing, Alex nodded. “Yeah.”
“That was awesome!” Alex wished he could share that enthusiasm, but it wasn’t catching. He planned on getting away from George’s excited ramblings as soon as possible. “Did you hear what Burke said?”
“Yeah.” And he had, hadn’t he? He’d heard Burke’s praise, kept solely for George. Alex was just the freak who’d panicked.
“’Flew solo’. I just flew solo! Me!” Yep. George. Lame little George, not Alex. Keep rubbing it in, bud. “With an actual heart in my actual hand.”
Okay. He couldn’t take much more of this. “You’re gonna have an actual fist in your actual face if you don’t shut up soon.”
Judging from the way George’s eyes widened, that had been a bad thing to say. It wasn’t really fair, was it? Of course George wanted to talk and squeal about what he’d done. He deserved to. He’d done a good thing, naturally. He was going to make a good surgeon one day, and that was what was bugging Alex.
“Oh. Sorry.” He sounded it too. He sounded like he’d happily drop into a hole in the ground if one happened to open up in front of him.
Alex just shrugged, trying to look unaffected. “Whatever.”
“No, really. Sorry. I mean…”
Damn it, would he just shut up? He was only managing to make Alex feel guilty for cutting into his triumph. Alex already had enough things to feel bad about without adding this to the list.
“Yeah. Wow. That was dumb of me.”
He should’ve shrugged and said ‘of course not, it’s not your fault, don’t feel bad’. Instead he said, “yeah, it was.”
He looked down at the corridor’s floor, hands in his pockets, and he tried to estimate just how long it should take him to get away from George and towards the nearest beer bottle. He figured about five minutes, at most.
“You wanna talk about it?” The awkward question made Alex roll his eyes, even if it sounded worried and sincere. Nope. He didn’t want any concern from George. It wasn’t fair; he didn’t want it. George had better things to do and better people to think about.
Staying cold, he just shrugged again and didn’t look towards George. “What do you think?”
“I think no.” Alex nodded to confirm that theory. “And I think, if you did, you wouldn’t be talking to me.”
Well, seeing as there was no ‘if you did’, that was a fair enough theory. Alex wouldn’t be talking to anybody. It wasn’t safe, was it? Once you told even one person what was on your mind, it only took about five minutes until the entire hospital knew. “Yep.”
“Right. Sorry.”
Stop it! Fuck. Alex was quickly getting the need to shoot George again, for being too nice. It wasn’t natural.
He grunted and kicked at the floor as they walked. “You said that already.”
“Yeah, I know.” He was smiling again. Stupid George. His smiles were distracting and Alex was trying to be broody and annoyed.
“Thought I’d say it again.”
“Don’t.” Hah, that got rid of your dumb smile, didn’t it, Alex thought? One harsh, bitten-off word and George was looking like a kicked puppy. Scowling, Alex realised that he hated that look on George’s face.
He hated it because it made George pout, his bottom lip sticking out just a tiny amount, but so temptingly. And then he’d duck his head and stare down at the ground for a moment or two, and he’d swallow, and his Adam’s apple bobbed and Alex would find himself wanting to kiss it all better, gentle and soft and everything that someone like George deserved.
He had those thoughts too many times after watching George’s wide-eyed attempts to get Meredith’s attention.
He had those thoughts too many times after watching George deflate after screwing up with a patient.
He had those thoughts too many times in general.
Now he was having them again, but today was a bad day to be thinking like that. With everything with Izzie and his results and that damn elevator and stupid Burke, he wasn’t strong enough to just shake his head, remind himself that he was straight, and just insult George one more time, watch his smile droop one more time, and then just walk off.
So when George nodded weakly, and said, “Okay,” Alex knew that he had to find a reason to get away from George before he did anything else.
But as Alex was looking around for an exit, George shrugged and anxiously rubbed at the back of his neck. “So…”
And Alex figured screw it.
And Alex turned around and kissed him.
One hand on either side of George’s face, holding him still, mouth insistent on George’s, able to smell and taste the chocolate he’d been eating earlier in his mouth, on his breath. He almost wished it wasn’t there, so that he could see what George actually tasted like and not some dumb chocolate bar.
He stood on the corridor like that for a moment, George’s mouth frozen against his as he moved his lips softly against them. His heart was pounding in his ears, and he’d really gone too far this time. It was one thing if it was Izzie, because she was a girl and she was hot and she was a fucking underwear model, so who would blame him for wanting a piece of that? But George? George O’Malley? Goofiest intern around? Nu-uh. No way.
His reputation was not going to hold up to the fact that he’d kissed George O’Malley - and that George O’Malley hadn’t kissed him back.
But then there was a stirring, as if George’s body finally jerked out of the trance that it had been in, and those lips started to move gently against his, sending tingles through his spine viciously. Gentle, feather-light, melt-on-the-mouth. Harder, pressing insistently, George’s hand moving to his hip and tugging him closer, and Christ where did O’Malley learnt to kiss like that?
George’s hand on his ass and he wondered where the hell could they go to continue this.
This corridor would only stay empty for so long, and he couldn’t be caught with George, like this, anyone could walk past, anyone could see but he didn’t think he cared, did he care? He knew he ought to. Because if people saw them then… then what? Something. Something bad. He was sure that he could think of reasons if George’s other hand hadn’t just slipped over the back of his head, looking to tug at hair that wasn’t quite long enough.
No supply closets or on-call rooms were close enough, so Alex just made do with the wall and pushed George roughly against it, pinning him there. A small ‘oof’ as George hit against the wall, before Alex broke off the kiss to move to George’s neck, down until he could suck on that Adam’s apple that had always drawn him in, enticed him whenever George was upset.
Sucking hard, scrape of teeth, George’s gasps and so-quiet-barely-there-don’t-stop moans, hips bucking forwards against his, erections rubbing together; why was it that Alex was having a bad day again?
High heels clipping on the ground, closer, closer, reminded him. The person making the sound hadn’t rounded the corner yet onto their abandoned section of the corridor, but they would soon so he and George had to break apart. Damn, damn, damn. He moved to the side of George’s neck and bit down hard, too hard, hard enough to make George yelp, before he took a step backwards to the other side of the corridor. He was standing there innocently, looking at the ground and listening to George’s struggled gasps for breath, by the time a nameless suited woman rounded the corner.
She gave both of them an odd look, probably wondering what they’d been doing to make those noises and to end up with red lips and tents in their trousers, before her (thankfully loud) high heels carried her right along the corridor and away.
Alex ran a hand over his head, gathering himself together. Alright, breathe Karev. Just fucking breathe. And think of linoleum or something - get rid of that damn hard on. Okay? Okay.
When he glanced up George was staring at him expectantly. Crap. What did he want now? An explanation? A confession of undying love? An appeal for them to go somewhere and screw each other’s brains out? While Alex knew that that little lapse of judgement had just messed their working relationship up, there was no way anything more was going to happen, as long as George kept the kicked puppy look away from him.
“Um…”
Before George could piece together any words, Alex shook his head. “Don’t, George. Just go and meet your friends, okay?”
He wasn’t looking at George any more, gaze fixed on the ground. Drink. Alcohol. Yep, alcohol was what he needed right now. Lots of it, preferably.
He kicked at the floor, and started to walk off. Almost immediately, however, George grabbed his arm, holding on tight and what the fuck was that? George was grabbing him now? One kiss and the guy thought he had the right to do that? Where’d that come from?
George looked worried, shifting on the spot. “Are you - ”
But Alex wasn’t listening, as he watched the hand on his arm. He had to interrupt before this went any further. “Let go, George.” Low and strong, and there was absolutely no arguing with that voice, especially not for someone like George, someone who would know how to say no to anyone.
“No.”
Wait, what? The hand on his arm was staying? When’d George grow a back-bone, and why wasn’t Alex given that memo? And why did he kinda like that, kinda get off on it?
Still, he had to ask. “What?”
“No. I’m staying. Deal with it.” Then there was that pout, even if it was accompanied by a set jaw instead of cute puppy eyes, and Alex thought that he liked this version of George.
He just shrugged, trying to remain aloof, as always. It didn’t really work, as he kept trying to smile, and his eyes kept glancing down to the pink mark on George’s neck, to the teeth marks there. “Whatever.”
George smiled, and the grip on his arm relented. He found that he kind of missed it.
They started walking, George falling into step beside him. It felt a little awkward now, because he could still feel George’s hands everywhere, hard and insistent and there was the faint taste of chocolate left over in his mouth, maddening.
George sighed and glanced up at him, shy smile on his face. “I touched a heart today.”
Yeah, things were going to be okay.
Rating: PG-13 - R (mostly just for swearing)
Spoilers: Up to episode 14.
Summary: Alex really hates that kicked puppy look that George has. That look has a tendancy of making him do stupid things.
A/N: Much thanks to swordpoker for being a lovely beta.
“I touched a heart.”
Alex wondered if it would be alright to just shoot O’Malley right now. After all, they were in a hospital, walking through the corridors towards the exit. What better place to shoot someone than a hospital?
“Yeah.”
George seemed oblivious to the bored tone in Alex’s voice, as he kept on talking. Honestly guys, Alex thought, anyone got a gun? Alex might even pay for someone do it for him.’
“Like, touched it. I held it. I actually held it, in my actual hand.”
Alex could’ve done that too, right? He could’ve. He should have. Would have if he hadn’t frozen up like a complete coward. That’s to be expected though, right? Dumb Alex couldn’t even pass his damn exams. Who would want such a failure to have his hand on their heart?
Nah, they’d always choose someone like George. Someone down to earth and reliable, who could keep a clear head even while he wanted to panic and who didn’t give syphilis to half the medical staff of the hospital.
Sighing, Alex nodded. “Yeah.”
“That was awesome!” Alex wished he could share that enthusiasm, but it wasn’t catching. He planned on getting away from George’s excited ramblings as soon as possible. “Did you hear what Burke said?”
“Yeah.” And he had, hadn’t he? He’d heard Burke’s praise, kept solely for George. Alex was just the freak who’d panicked.
“’Flew solo’. I just flew solo! Me!” Yep. George. Lame little George, not Alex. Keep rubbing it in, bud. “With an actual heart in my actual hand.”
Okay. He couldn’t take much more of this. “You’re gonna have an actual fist in your actual face if you don’t shut up soon.”
Judging from the way George’s eyes widened, that had been a bad thing to say. It wasn’t really fair, was it? Of course George wanted to talk and squeal about what he’d done. He deserved to. He’d done a good thing, naturally. He was going to make a good surgeon one day, and that was what was bugging Alex.
“Oh. Sorry.” He sounded it too. He sounded like he’d happily drop into a hole in the ground if one happened to open up in front of him.
Alex just shrugged, trying to look unaffected. “Whatever.”
“No, really. Sorry. I mean…”
Damn it, would he just shut up? He was only managing to make Alex feel guilty for cutting into his triumph. Alex already had enough things to feel bad about without adding this to the list.
“Yeah. Wow. That was dumb of me.”
He should’ve shrugged and said ‘of course not, it’s not your fault, don’t feel bad’. Instead he said, “yeah, it was.”
He looked down at the corridor’s floor, hands in his pockets, and he tried to estimate just how long it should take him to get away from George and towards the nearest beer bottle. He figured about five minutes, at most.
“You wanna talk about it?” The awkward question made Alex roll his eyes, even if it sounded worried and sincere. Nope. He didn’t want any concern from George. It wasn’t fair; he didn’t want it. George had better things to do and better people to think about.
Staying cold, he just shrugged again and didn’t look towards George. “What do you think?”
“I think no.” Alex nodded to confirm that theory. “And I think, if you did, you wouldn’t be talking to me.”
Well, seeing as there was no ‘if you did’, that was a fair enough theory. Alex wouldn’t be talking to anybody. It wasn’t safe, was it? Once you told even one person what was on your mind, it only took about five minutes until the entire hospital knew. “Yep.”
“Right. Sorry.”
Stop it! Fuck. Alex was quickly getting the need to shoot George again, for being too nice. It wasn’t natural.
He grunted and kicked at the floor as they walked. “You said that already.”
“Yeah, I know.” He was smiling again. Stupid George. His smiles were distracting and Alex was trying to be broody and annoyed.
“Thought I’d say it again.”
“Don’t.” Hah, that got rid of your dumb smile, didn’t it, Alex thought? One harsh, bitten-off word and George was looking like a kicked puppy. Scowling, Alex realised that he hated that look on George’s face.
He hated it because it made George pout, his bottom lip sticking out just a tiny amount, but so temptingly. And then he’d duck his head and stare down at the ground for a moment or two, and he’d swallow, and his Adam’s apple bobbed and Alex would find himself wanting to kiss it all better, gentle and soft and everything that someone like George deserved.
He had those thoughts too many times after watching George’s wide-eyed attempts to get Meredith’s attention.
He had those thoughts too many times after watching George deflate after screwing up with a patient.
He had those thoughts too many times in general.
Now he was having them again, but today was a bad day to be thinking like that. With everything with Izzie and his results and that damn elevator and stupid Burke, he wasn’t strong enough to just shake his head, remind himself that he was straight, and just insult George one more time, watch his smile droop one more time, and then just walk off.
So when George nodded weakly, and said, “Okay,” Alex knew that he had to find a reason to get away from George before he did anything else.
But as Alex was looking around for an exit, George shrugged and anxiously rubbed at the back of his neck. “So…”
And Alex figured screw it.
And Alex turned around and kissed him.
One hand on either side of George’s face, holding him still, mouth insistent on George’s, able to smell and taste the chocolate he’d been eating earlier in his mouth, on his breath. He almost wished it wasn’t there, so that he could see what George actually tasted like and not some dumb chocolate bar.
He stood on the corridor like that for a moment, George’s mouth frozen against his as he moved his lips softly against them. His heart was pounding in his ears, and he’d really gone too far this time. It was one thing if it was Izzie, because she was a girl and she was hot and she was a fucking underwear model, so who would blame him for wanting a piece of that? But George? George O’Malley? Goofiest intern around? Nu-uh. No way.
His reputation was not going to hold up to the fact that he’d kissed George O’Malley - and that George O’Malley hadn’t kissed him back.
But then there was a stirring, as if George’s body finally jerked out of the trance that it had been in, and those lips started to move gently against his, sending tingles through his spine viciously. Gentle, feather-light, melt-on-the-mouth. Harder, pressing insistently, George’s hand moving to his hip and tugging him closer, and Christ where did O’Malley learnt to kiss like that?
George’s hand on his ass and he wondered where the hell could they go to continue this.
This corridor would only stay empty for so long, and he couldn’t be caught with George, like this, anyone could walk past, anyone could see but he didn’t think he cared, did he care? He knew he ought to. Because if people saw them then… then what? Something. Something bad. He was sure that he could think of reasons if George’s other hand hadn’t just slipped over the back of his head, looking to tug at hair that wasn’t quite long enough.
No supply closets or on-call rooms were close enough, so Alex just made do with the wall and pushed George roughly against it, pinning him there. A small ‘oof’ as George hit against the wall, before Alex broke off the kiss to move to George’s neck, down until he could suck on that Adam’s apple that had always drawn him in, enticed him whenever George was upset.
Sucking hard, scrape of teeth, George’s gasps and so-quiet-barely-there-don’t-stop moans, hips bucking forwards against his, erections rubbing together; why was it that Alex was having a bad day again?
High heels clipping on the ground, closer, closer, reminded him. The person making the sound hadn’t rounded the corner yet onto their abandoned section of the corridor, but they would soon so he and George had to break apart. Damn, damn, damn. He moved to the side of George’s neck and bit down hard, too hard, hard enough to make George yelp, before he took a step backwards to the other side of the corridor. He was standing there innocently, looking at the ground and listening to George’s struggled gasps for breath, by the time a nameless suited woman rounded the corner.
She gave both of them an odd look, probably wondering what they’d been doing to make those noises and to end up with red lips and tents in their trousers, before her (thankfully loud) high heels carried her right along the corridor and away.
Alex ran a hand over his head, gathering himself together. Alright, breathe Karev. Just fucking breathe. And think of linoleum or something - get rid of that damn hard on. Okay? Okay.
When he glanced up George was staring at him expectantly. Crap. What did he want now? An explanation? A confession of undying love? An appeal for them to go somewhere and screw each other’s brains out? While Alex knew that that little lapse of judgement had just messed their working relationship up, there was no way anything more was going to happen, as long as George kept the kicked puppy look away from him.
“Um…”
Before George could piece together any words, Alex shook his head. “Don’t, George. Just go and meet your friends, okay?”
He wasn’t looking at George any more, gaze fixed on the ground. Drink. Alcohol. Yep, alcohol was what he needed right now. Lots of it, preferably.
He kicked at the floor, and started to walk off. Almost immediately, however, George grabbed his arm, holding on tight and what the fuck was that? George was grabbing him now? One kiss and the guy thought he had the right to do that? Where’d that come from?
George looked worried, shifting on the spot. “Are you - ”
But Alex wasn’t listening, as he watched the hand on his arm. He had to interrupt before this went any further. “Let go, George.” Low and strong, and there was absolutely no arguing with that voice, especially not for someone like George, someone who would know how to say no to anyone.
“No.”
Wait, what? The hand on his arm was staying? When’d George grow a back-bone, and why wasn’t Alex given that memo? And why did he kinda like that, kinda get off on it?
Still, he had to ask. “What?”
“No. I’m staying. Deal with it.” Then there was that pout, even if it was accompanied by a set jaw instead of cute puppy eyes, and Alex thought that he liked this version of George.
He just shrugged, trying to remain aloof, as always. It didn’t really work, as he kept trying to smile, and his eyes kept glancing down to the pink mark on George’s neck, to the teeth marks there. “Whatever.”
George smiled, and the grip on his arm relented. He found that he kind of missed it.
They started walking, George falling into step beside him. It felt a little awkward now, because he could still feel George’s hands everywhere, hard and insistent and there was the faint taste of chocolate left over in his mouth, maddening.
George sighed and glanced up at him, shy smile on his face. “I touched a heart today.”
Yeah, things were going to be okay.