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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 looked at Eric with a look of disdain and the boy just smirked at him.
George frowned and he was really frustrated that Eric was still trying to intimidate them. He knew that Eric wasn’t doing much of anything anymore because of Dean Cooper but the boy still seemed to be very interested in him.
“Are you ready to leave?” Elliot asked.
George smiled at him and they both walked to Elliot’s truck. John, Fin, and Olivia were waiting there.
“What are you guys doing for Thanksgiving?” Olivia asked.
“I’m going to be with my family,” Elliot said.
“We don’t really do Thanksgiving,” George said. “My Mom just makes a normal dinner. It’s not a big thing for us. She does expect me to be there though.” George really didn’t like holidays too much. His father was always there for them and he didn’t always see eye to eye about certain things with his father.
“Olivia is trying to plan something for the weekend. I tried to tell her we just threw a Halloween party not too long ago,” John said.
“It was a good party and I thought that this time we could have something just exclusively for us,” Olivia said.
Elliot shrugged. “Maybe we could just hang out and order some pizza and stuff,” he said.
John nodded. “I like that idea. Just do something we normally do and we can play video games,” John said as he shifted somewhat closer to Fin. Fin just looked at him with what could be called smile since it was Fin.
George noticed and he smiled a little. Elliot looked at George like he was weird.
“What?” George asked.
“Nothing. Do you want to come over?” Elliot asked and George smiled.
“You can come over to my place. Dad is away again and my mom won’t be home until around 10 o’clock,” George said and Elliot gave him a goofy smile.
“Why does he look like an idiot,” John asked looking at Elliot.
George shrugged and pulled on Elliot’s shirt.
“What?” Elliot asked.
“You’re drooling,” John said before George could answer.
Elliot glared at him.
They finally got into the truck and Elliot drove as fast as the law would allow and dropped everyone off in record time. George laughed silently. Elliot was always eager to be alone with him. He wasn’t complaining about it because he liked being alone with Elliot too.

George moaned as Elliot pressed him against the door of his apartment.
“Can we go in?” George asked and Elliot looked up from George’s neck.
“I guess,” Elliot said and he let George turn and unlock the door. He pressed against George and gripped his hips.
“El,” George said as he opened the door. Elliot let George go and he took off his shoes. George took off his and he walked to his room. Elliot followed. George opened his room door and Elliot took off his shirt before attacking George’s neck.
“Hm, you’re impatient,” George moaned. He unbuttoned his shirt and he felt Elliot’s hands roam over his body.
“Can’t help it, you’re sexy,” Elliot said turning George around and kissing him. He backed George up until the back of George’s legs hit the bed.
Elliot backed away and pushed George onto the bed. He then latched onto one of George’s nipples. George threw his head back as he moaned. Elliot bit down before licking at it to sooth it. He then did the same to the other one. Elliot then moved to George’s pants and unbuttoned them. George lifted his hips and let Elliot pull down his pants and underwear.
Elliot gripped George and started to stroke him slowly. “You’re teasing,” George said jerking his hips to get more contact.
Elliot just smiled at him and he gave an experimental lick. He cringed at the salt taste.
George looked at him seeing the face. “You don’t have to,” he said. George didn’t want Elliot to be pressured.
“I want to. I could probably get used to the taste,” Elliot said before taking another lick and hearing George gasp.
Elliot took him into his mouth and George let his head fall back on the bed. Elliot bobbed his head and he tried to copy exactly what George did for him.
“El,” George said with a breathy moan.
Elliot continued knowing that he was doing well.
George threaded his fingers through Elliot’s hair and tugged lightly.
Elliot stopped and let George slide out of his mouth.
“Um, want you up here, naked,” George said.
Elliot wasted no time unbuckling his belt and his pants and pulling them down with his underwear. He pulled his feet out of his pants and got onto the bed and hovered over George. George pulled Elliot down for a kiss.
“Hm,” Elliot said as he gripped both George and him in his hand.
“Do you have any lube,” he asked. George pointed at the top drawer of his dresser and Elliot pulled I open and grabbed the lube but not before seeing something that shocked him. George saw the look and turned red realizing what Elliot saw.
“George that’s a…”
“I know what it is. Can you please close the drawer?”
“Will we discuss it later?” Elliot asked.
George rolled his eyes. “Sure. Now if you don’t get us off right now then you’re not getting any for a very long time,” George answered still embarrassed.
Elliot sat up and squeezed some of the lube onto his hand. He threw the bottle beside them before taking both George and him into his hand. The lube did wonders. George moved his hips in time with Elliot’s hand. Elliot leaned down and kissed George before taking his other hand and threading it through George’s hair. He tugged to expose George’s neck and he bit down on it. George arched as he felt the pain and pleasure. Elliot sucked on his neck to leave his mark.
“El,” George moaned and Elliot knew that he was going to come. Elliot kissed George as they both came. Elliot back away and pressed his face into the crook of George’s neck. He moved his body so that he could drop onto the bed.
George laid there trying to catch his breath. Elliot gave him a quick kiss on the neck before getting off the bed and heading to the bathroom.
Elliot came back out with a wet rag and wiped George off before heading back to the bathroom. He came back out and closed and locked the bedroom door before he lay back on the bed with George.
“How are you feeling?” Elliot asked.
“Tired but for some reason not sleepy,” George said.
“Want to talk then?” Elliot asked. They talked all the time but Elliot liked to talk to George.
“I’d like that,” George said.
Elliot pulled George against him and started by asking George how his day was.

Elliot ran around his family’s table putting out the silverware.
“Elliot!”
“What fucking now,” he mumbled to himself.
His mother and father had been bugging him all day. He hated Thanksgiving for the simple fact that he wasn’t allowed to go anywhere near his room. If he was allowed he’d disappear into the room and act like no one else in the house existed.
“Elliot, are you finished with the table?”
“No, Mom!” Elliot yelled as he put the last fork down.
The table was really for just putting the food on. It was also considered the kid’s table. So his brother’s and cousin’s will be stuck there. Hopefully while everyone is stuffing their faces he can get away and be in his room with his food. He could also give George a quick text to see how his Thanksgiving was going. George’s family was probably finished eating by now.
It was around five thirty. Most of the food was already on the table. It was a good thing, which meant that Elliot didn’t have to carry too much out of the kitchen. His father and uncles were in the living room watching football. He really didn’t care about the game. Normally he would be in the living room with them but he would rather help his mother then have to deal with his father talking about him getting kicked off the football team.
“Elliot, come get the potato salad!” Elliot sighed as he walked into the kitchen. His aunts and his mother were in the kitchen fixing food and talking. Elliot took the bowl of potato salad off the table and took it into the dining room.
“El, go tell your father and uncles that the food is ready. I’ll go get the kids from outside,” his mother said and kissed him on top of the head.
Elliot smiled a little before heading to the living room. “Dinner’s ready,” Elliot said and left the living room as fast as he went in. He went back to the kitchen. His mother was the only one there.
“Go into the dining room, Elliot. We’re getting ready to say grace,” she said and then she saw the frown on her son’s face.
“What’s wrong, sweetie?”
Elliot shook his head. “It’s nothing, Mom. You know I hate Thanksgiving,” he said.
“I know. For the life of me I don’t know why. After grace, you can take your food upstairs. Just make sure to be back down to help clean.”
Elliot smiled. “Thanks, Mom,” he said before going into the dining room.

Elliot put his plate of food on his desk and sat down. He was so glad to be in his room. He could still hear the noise but he was glad that it wasn’t as loud as being down there. Elliot picked up his cell phone and called George.
“Hey, El,” George answered and Elliot smiled.
“Hey baby. How is everything?”
“It was good. The food was good and my father actually didn’t bother me this year. How’s it going over there?”
“Fucking horrible. The only good thing is the food. It always is. Luckily I got to eat up in my room.”
“That’s good. Hopefully it gets better. Miss you.”
“Miss you too. I’m picking you up tomorrow right and then to John’s house for rehearsal?”
“Yes. I wrote a song that we can do. It’s cool to do covers but I think we can do our own songs. I have the guitar parts and the vocals. We can work on everything else tomorrow.”
“That’s great. I’ll text you later tonight. Bye George.”
“Bye, El.”
Elliot ended the call and put his phone down before digging into his food. It tasted so good. Elliot turned his computer on. Maybe he could watch a few TV shows while he ate.

George played his guitar and tried to come up with a rhythm for his song he wrote. I wasn’t working out the way he was.
“Well it is a G Minor Pentatonic. Maybe just a nice little riff off the scale will help,” George said to himself.
He heard a knock on his bedroom door. He put his guitar down and got up. He opened the door and saw his mother.
“Wanted to say goodnight and to tell you your father will be leaving in the morning,” his mother said and George smiled.
“Night, Mom.” His mother kissed him on the forehead before leaving.
George closed his door and locked it. He looked at his phone and saw that Elliot had texted him a smiley face emoticon. George quickly sent one back before laying onto his bed thinking about what chord progression he should use.

Elliot finished the last the dish and placed it onto the overstuffed dish rack. “Go to bed, sweetie, I’ll dry them. You look exhausted,” his mother said.
Elliot nodded and yawned. “Night, Mom,” he said as he headed towards the stairs.
His brothers were already in bed. They probably weren’t asleep yet but they were in their room at least. Elliot walked into his room, closed the door and locked it. He quickly shed all his clothing and leaped into bed. He looked at his phone and saw that George had sent him a smiley face in response.
Elliot couldn’t wait for tomorrow. He would get to spend time with George and he was going to hear the song he had been working on. Knowing George, it was going to be brilliant.
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