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Teenage Angst	By : Lycan_Cub Category: G through L > Law & Order Views: 1059 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Elliot stretched as he got out of his bed. He picked up his cell phone and called George.
"Morning, El," the shorter boy yawned into the phone.
Elliot chuckled as he grabbed his tooth brush. "Did you know that you sound sexy in the mornings," Elliot asked.
George snorted. "Is that the only reason why you call me in the morning?" The shorter boy asked.
"Never," Elliot said as he turned on the faucet. "I love your voice in the morning no matter what. It just sounds so deep and husky in the morning."
"So does yours," George said.
"And I sound incredible don't I," the taller boy asked. He heard an exasperated sigh from the phone and smiled.
"You sound incredible."
"Thank you."
"I'm about to get into the shower, so I'll see you in about half an hour," George said.
"See you soon," Elliot said and he hung the phone up and started to brush his teeth.

Elliot pulled into the school parking lot and shut off the engine. George hopped out and Elliot followed him. They walked across the parking lot together and Elliot noticed that a couple of the football players were following them. Elliot growled and picked up his pace. This left George lagging behind. He looked behind and saw the football players. He picked up his speed too and they went into the school and he and Elliot took off in a swift jog all the way to Cragen's classroom. They went in and their English teacher looked up at them.
"Do I even want to know?" He asked.
"Can we stay until the bell rings?" Elliot asked.
Cragen looked at both of them before nodding. "Did something happen?"
George shook his head. "Just some of the football creeps bullying us."
They sat down close to each other. They sat quietly speaking to each other until the bell rang.
"Thanks Mr. Cragen," Elliot said and George smiled at the man before leaving. Cragen shook his head. He wondered what he was going to do about this bullying. Dean Cooper had been keeping a tab on them but no one was saying much. Elliot wouldn't say anything since he was beat up and none of the football team knew what was happening. George wasn't talking either. This was just going to get worse before it got better.

George placed his books into his locker and waited for Elliot to come.
"So you're all alone."
George rolled his eyes and looked at Eric. "Why can't you just leave us alone?" He asked.
"I could care less about Stabler," Eric said.
George backed up at the look he received from the older boy. He didn't like the predatory look. It was the look that Elliot gave him but Elliot's was lecherous but this one was evil, if that's what you could call it. Where the hell is Elliot?
"Don't you have something better do."
George sighed in relief as Eric attention shift to Elliot. John and Fin were with him. Eric put his hands up in surrender.
"I told you to stay away from him," Elliot said as he stepped up to Eric.
The older boy shrugged and smirked at him before walking away.
"Are you okay," Elliot asked George and George looked away before nodding.
"I'll take you home," he said concerned. George nodded and followed Elliot out of the school. They all walked to the truck and Elliot kept glancing at George in worry.
They all piled into the truck and the whole ride was silent for a change. The ride was quick to John and Fin's houses. Elliot sighed and looked at George.
"Do you want to go home?" He asked.
George shook his head.
"Where to then?"
"I don't care," George answered and Elliot started the car and drove off.
George wasn't sure where they were going and he didn't care. He couldn't get that look he was given out of his head. It sent a cold shiver through him. He wondered what Eric wanted with him. There was something going on and it involved him and just Eric. Elliot was playing a big part though. Elliot was the one standing between him and Eric and standing strong. That made George smile. Soon the truck stopped and George saw that they were at Elliot's house. George got out of the truck and stretched.
Elliot came around the truck and looked at George. "Are you okay?" He asked George.
"A little better," George said with a small smile.
They walked to the front door. "Mom, George is here to tutor me," Elliot yelled and his mother came out of the kitchen.
"Hello George. You'll both be in your room?"
"Yep," Elliot said as he ran up the stairs and George followed after he greeted Mrs. Stabler. Elliot opened his room door and let George in before closing the door and locking it. He dropped his book bag and his jacket on the floor before walking to his docked I-pod and turned it on. He lowered the music so that it was loud enough but soft enough so that if there was a knock on the door he could answer. Elliot looked at George who had taken off his shoes and was lying on the bed with his eyes closed. The taller boy smiled before joining him in the bed.
"What's wrong?" He asked and George opened his eyes and looked Elliot.
"Eric. He gave me this look…," He paused, thinking. "It was the same look you give me and I think you want to eat me. There was something off about it though."
Elliot frowned angrily. "He's a homophobic asshole," he said.
"I know," George said. "That's the problem. He wants something from me. I don't know what it is but I don't like it, Elliot."
Elliot kissed him on the neck and sighed. George smiled before placing a soft kiss on Elliot's lips.
"Eric isn't going to do anything. Don't worry about anything because I'll take care of everything. We just have to get through the rest of the year and we can and we will."
George nodded and kissed Elliot again. Both of them just lay there together and listened to the music.
"What are we doing for Halloween?" Elliot asked.
George shrugged. He actually forgot about Halloween. It was in two weeks. He really didn't do the whole dressing up thing and going to houses to get candy. They were also both seventeen years old. Why did it matter what they were going to do for Halloween?
"Maybe we can have a small party with just us," Elliot said as rolled onto his back and put his hands behind his head.
This made George shift and put his head on Elliot's chest. "That sounds like a nice idea," he said.
"Okay, that's what we'll do. It will be mandatory to wear a costume," Elliot said and George groaned.
"Why?"
Elliot shrugged. "It is Halloween."
George rolled his eyes and sighed. Elliot smiled before taking his right hand from behind his head and moving it up and down George's back slowly. George sighed in content and closed his eyes.
"We have at least two more hours together. You should get some sleep," The taller boy said. George nodded and was out like a light.

Elliot looked at his watch and gently shook George. George yawned and opened his eyes.
"It's time already?" He asked as he sat up.
"Yes. Wish we had more time," Elliot said as he stood and pulled on his shoes and George did the same. George pulled on his jacket and grabbed his messenger bag. Elliot grabbed his keys and kissed George hard before unlocking his door and leaving. George smiled and followed after he closed Elliot's door. They left the house and got into the truck.
Elliot wondered how George was doing. He could ask but he didn't want to push. They were both under heavy fire from the football team. That meant the whole team. Anytime they were in the halls or anywhere around the school they were tormented. Both had a few healing bruises and Elliot had a few scraps from coming in contact with concrete.
Elliot started the truck and looked at George. "Are you okay?" He asked softly.
George looked at him and sighed. "Not really," he said with a sad smile.
"I'm sorry," Elliot said and George shook his head.
"You have no reason to be sorry. If it wasn't for you and everything you've done, we wouldn't have this."
Elliot smiled. "So true," he said as he leaned over and kissed George. He pulled away and backed out of the driveway.

George frowned as he limped slowly to the nurse. He had just come from gym class. One of those cavemen had a go at him. They were playing basketball and he was lucky enough to be on opposite sides of a football team member.
Elliot was not going to happy. Shit, he wasn't happy about this but Elliot was going to go ballistic. George grinded his teeth when he put too much weight on his right ankle. He stopped in the hall and leaned against the wall.
"George?"
George looked up to see John. The older boy rushed over to him. "What the hell happened?" John asked.
"Those damn assholes," George said and John knew who he was talking about.
John hooked George's arm around his neck and wrapped his arm around George's waist. He had to walk at an awkward angle but he wasn't going to complain. They walked the empty hallways as fast as George could manage.
"How did this happen?" John asked.
"We were playing basketball and I got rushed by one of Eric's goons. I tripped trying to slow down. When he hit me, my ankle twisted and I went down."
John cringed. "Why are you out here taking yourself to the nurse?"
George shrugged. "I went back to the locker room and I told the teacher that I was fine and I had to go to the bathroom. I tried to walk as normal as possible. I went in, I got dressed and left."
John shook his head. "I never thought I would ever have to say something like this to you but that was a stupid idea."
George nodded in agreement. "I know."
They walked into the nurse's office and soon George was lying down with his ankle wrapped and an icepack. He was annoyed because he kept being asked if he wanted to go home. John sat there with him until he was able to convince the nurse that he was fine and that he could make it to his next class. John walked with him towards their lockers.
"How are things?" John asked and George looked at him.
"I meant with Elliot," he said with a small smile.
"It's going well. Why?" George asked.
"I wanted to know whether or not Elliot is mucking things up. I'm glad he isn't."
George snorted but smiled as the bell rang. The hallways started to fill up and George was happy that they had made it to his locker. John stayed next to him.
Elliot came down the hall with Fin who was carrying John's things.
"You better have good reason Munch, for not coming back to class," Fin said as he threw John's things on the ground and glared at him.
The older boy glared back at Fin and George stepped between them. "He was with me," he said. It was Elliot's turned to glare at John and George sighed.
"He helped me. I was in the hallway limping because I twisted my ankle," George said and he saw both Elliot and Fin deflate.
"How did you twist your ankle?" Elliot asked.
George leaned against the locker taking the pressure off his foot. "In gym class, while I was playing basketball."
Elliot frowned. "It was one of the football players," George said before he could hear Elliot grind his teeth in anger.
"Please don't," he said softly and Elliot looked at him before sighing and turning to his locker.
Fin picked John's things up off the floor and handed them to the older boy. "Sorry," he said and John shrugged.
"It's okay," he said. They both walked towards the lunchroom to give George and Elliot privacy.
"Do you want to stay here?" Elliot asked.
George shook his head. "I really don't but we only have one more class period."
Elliot sighed. "Are you okay to walk?" He asked.
The shorter boy nodded as he started to limp slowly. Elliot followed behind him. There was no way this was going to happen again. Eric was pushing his limits and Elliot was becoming angry. He and Eric were going to have to have a talk.
A very long talk and Elliot wasn't afraid to make it a very long bloody one. Watching George limp made him angry and it also made him… He didn't know what the feeling was but he knew that he didn't like seeing George hurt.

George sighed in relief as Elliot placed an icepack on George's ankle which was propped on a pillow.
"Better," Elliot asked and George nodded.
John had allowed them to use his basement. Elliot lay down besides George on the lower bunk and he kissed him. George moaned and Elliot started to unbutton his shirt. The taller boy put George's arms above his head and let his hands roam over the shorter boy's body. George moaned softly at how wonderful Elliot's hands felt on his bare skin.
Elliot pressed his lips slowly all over the body beneath him. He pressed his kisses lower and lower until they were just above the belt line. George bit his lip and tried to keep himself from thrashing because he didn't want to hurt his ankle.
Elliot unbuckled George's belt and he tugged gently at George's pants and boxers. George wiggled a bit and his pants came down. Elliot unbuckled his own pants and pulled them down. He leaned down and kissed George as he sank gingerly on top of him. George moaned and wrapped his arms around Elliot's neck.
"Move," he said as he jerked his hips. Elliot smiled and moved his hips slowly with George's. George wanted him to move faster but he knew he wouldn't. His ankle injury was making Elliot careful. It felt incredible though. Elliot buried his face into George's neck and sped up some. He didn't want the moment to go away but he didn't want to torture them both.
"Please, El, faster," George moaned and that moan made Elliot speed up more. Elliot moaned and sucked the sensitive skin of George's neck. The shorter boy gasped. He grinded his teeth in pain as his ankle surged with pain. Pleasure overrode pain though and he gripped Elliot's arm hard.
"I'm going to come," he said and Elliot jerked his hips faster and George arched against Elliot and moaned. Elliot followed after and lifted his head and kissed George. George smiled and closed his eyes.
Elliot got off of him and stood on wobbly legs. He took a deep breath before pulling his pants up enough to walk and went to the bathroom. He got a wet washcloth and cleaned himself before going back out and cleaning George. He helped the shorter boy pull his pants back up.
"You have some on your shirt," George said and Elliot looked down before his eye widened. He grabbed the washcloth and started to scrub it. George placed his hands behind his head and watched in amusement.
Elliot soon stopped when all he could see was a big wet spot. It was going to have to be washed as soon as he got home. He heard George yawn and he discarded the rag before joining George. They had at least another hour together.

Elliot walked across the football field with a frown. All the football players stared at him.
"Where is, Scott?" He asked. The quarterback looked at him and with a frown.
"What do you want, Stabler?" Eric asked.
Elliot's face twitched and he folded his arms. "One of your goons twisted George's ankle."
Eric shrugged. "What does that have to do with me?"
Elliot glared at him. "I want them to stay away from him. I don't care what happens to me but if any of them put their hands on him again, I might not be able to control myself."
Some of football players scoffed and laughed at him but Eric nodded. "Fine." The older boy could see the seriousness of the threat. Elliot would be out for blood if it happened again.
"Now get off my field," he said.
Elliot flipped him the bird before walking off.
George sighed as Elliot walked back to the truck. "Is everything okay?" He asked and Elliot nodded.
"It's fine. I think I may have bought you some time. Hopefully Eric isn't a complete jerk and he'll leave you be while you're injured." George nodded and gave Elliot a smile. George slowly got out of the truck and Elliot closed the door and locked it. George limped slowly and Elliot matched his pace. Soon they were in the school.
"How did your mom take it?" George's face turned red. He didn't want to tell Elliot how his mother fawned over him and wondered why he didn't call her to come home early.
"She kind of freaked out and made sure my ankle was fine and it was propped properly."
"So she fawned?" Elliot asked with a small smile.
"Yes she fawned," George answered. Elliot knew that would happen and he understood why George didn't want to tell him. Elliot saw George off by his class and went to his own.

John walked down the hallway with a pass tucked under his left arm and his right hand in his pocket. The bored look on his face matched the frown that he sported almost all day every day. Most people gave him a look because to them he looked like some creepy nerd. He really didn't care. John pushed the bathroom door open and went inside. He looked to see two of the football players in the bathroom. John rolled his eyes and went to leave when he was grabbed by the shoulder. "Look, it's the pole," one of them said.
John jerked away. "Don't you cave-men have something better to do?" He asked as he went for the door again as fast as he could but was pulled further into the bathroom.
"No we don't. You see, we're not allowed to touch the other twerp so we thought that it would fun to mess with you." His glasses were snatched off and he was thrown to the ground. He tried to get back up but he was kicked back down. Oh shit, John thought as a blurry fist connected with his face.

Elliot leaned against the lockers and looked at his watch. Fin paced along the lockers. "Where the hell is he?" Fin asked as he stopped and looked down the hallway.
"We're going to be late to English again," Elliot said. Just as the late bell rang John came around the corner of the hallway. He was wearing no glasses and was sporting a bruise on his face. His left eye was swollen and it looked like the older boy could barely see out of it.
Fin's mouth gaped open as he rushed over to John. "What the hell?"
"Those stupid fucking jock creeps, that's what happened," John said angrily as he threw his broken glasses on the ground.
Elliot frowned and banged on the locker. "Damn it. This going too far," he said.
Fin looked at John again. "Come on and let's go to class." Fin helped John and Elliot followed behind.
George limped his way to Mr. Cragen's classroom and he wondered what was going on. Elliot only texted him and told him that it was an emergency. He went into the classroom to see a bruised John and Fin fawning over him in a very Fin-ish way. Not doing much but with an edge of skittishness.
Elliot looked up and smiled when he saw George. George limped to him and sat down next to him.
Cragen looked at all four boys. He had called Dean Cooper. Someone had to take care of this before someone was hurt again.
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