Oh, Crap
Title: Oh, Crap
Pairing: George/Alex
Word Count: 265
Rating: PG-13
Status: Complete
Notes: Response to the Image Prompt. Oh, yeah. Who got this up in the speed of light?! ^.^
Summary: George is in just a little bit of trouble.
Seattle
George rushed into the house, panting from the mad dash he'd made from his car to the door. His shoulders jumped as he struggled to regulate his breathing.
"I've gone nuts. This place has driven me nuts. That explains it. Otherwise, I never would have-"
Lips smashed together, teeth clinking and tongues battling.
"Oh, God. Oh, God. I didn't. I couldn't have-"
Fingers searched madly as broad chests melded together. Fingers pressed hard enough to bruise.
George's eyes drifted to his hips, just barely able to feel the pain from where another man's hands had held strong against the skin. Within hours purple spots would blemish his flesh. George shivered as he moved towards the kitchen. "This isn't happening. I'm not," he grabbed the cake mix like Izzie had so many times before, "No way. Not possible. There's no way I'm-"
A moan erupted from deep within George's throat as the person against him pulled on his lower lip.
George shoved the cake mix into the oven, slamming the door shut with more force than necessary. "Nope. Not happening. I admit to nothing. It didn't happen. Once doesn't mean I'm-"
"Alex," George moaned, any other words he tried to say unintelligible.
George dropped into a chair, head shaking. "No, no, no. I didn't. It was a dream; a bad dream. It had to be. I'm not-"
Teeth bit down hard on skin, George groaning at the pain, but responding to it nonetheless. "Oh, God. I'm-"
Somewhere behind George, the oven bell dinged, but he didn't move. "I'm-"
"Alex!"
"Oh, crap, I'm gay."
The End
Pairing: George/Alex
Word Count: 265
Rating: PG-13
Status: Complete
Notes: Response to the Image Prompt. Oh, yeah. Who got this up in the speed of light?! ^.^
Summary: George is in just a little bit of trouble.
Seattle
George rushed into the house, panting from the mad dash he'd made from his car to the door. His shoulders jumped as he struggled to regulate his breathing.
"I've gone nuts. This place has driven me nuts. That explains it. Otherwise, I never would have-"
Lips smashed together, teeth clinking and tongues battling.
"Oh, God. Oh, God. I didn't. I couldn't have-"
Fingers searched madly as broad chests melded together. Fingers pressed hard enough to bruise.
George's eyes drifted to his hips, just barely able to feel the pain from where another man's hands had held strong against the skin. Within hours purple spots would blemish his flesh. George shivered as he moved towards the kitchen. "This isn't happening. I'm not," he grabbed the cake mix like Izzie had so many times before, "No way. Not possible. There's no way I'm-"
A moan erupted from deep within George's throat as the person against him pulled on his lower lip.
George shoved the cake mix into the oven, slamming the door shut with more force than necessary. "Nope. Not happening. I admit to nothing. It didn't happen. Once doesn't mean I'm-"
"Alex," George moaned, any other words he tried to say unintelligible.
George dropped into a chair, head shaking. "No, no, no. I didn't. It was a dream; a bad dream. It had to be. I'm not-"
Teeth bit down hard on skin, George groaning at the pain, but responding to it nonetheless. "Oh, God. I'm-"
Somewhere behind George, the oven bell dinged, but he didn't move. "I'm-"
"Alex!"
"Oh, crap, I'm gay."
The End