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Rockabye	By : Bucken-Berry Category: G through L > Law & Order Views: 1593 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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George groaned as he laid flat on his back, Elliot nipping and kissing his chest and occasionally detouring to lick his nipples.
"El, god, please! Elliot!" He cried as Elliot's hands strayed, teasing his aching cock and heavy balls, then moving to his thighs. Elliot cupped George's ass and spread his cheeks playfully, driving him crazy with need.
"You want me, huh?" Elliot asked lightly. "It sure looks like you do…"
"God, El, why do you have to-" He moaned as Elliot moved one hand to grip his dick again, sending another lightning bolt of arousal radiated from his cock through his entire body, and gasped out, "Unnh, why do you always have to be such a tease? Can't you just not make me work for it this one time?"
Moving a finger inwards to rub George's entrance teasingly, Elliot replied, "Because getting you worked up is much more fun. I could just give you what you want and get you off right away, but what would be the fun in that?"
"Oooh, Elliot…" George groaned, letting his head fall back. "God, please, get in me now! I want you, I want you so bad!" He cried.
Elliot smirked, deciding to give in. "Who am I to refuse such a request?" He asked lightly. He grabbed the bottle of lube from the nightstand, slicking his fingers with a generous amount and pushing one inside his lover.
Inhaling sharply, George arched off the bed, pushing against Elliot, and groaned in pleasure. He fisted his hands in the sheets and demanded, "Hurry up! Fuck me, Elliot! Get in me now!"
"You're such a pushy bottom," Elliot told him, smirking. But he obliged, slowly inserting a second finger, probing gently, and quickly found George's prostate. George's legs jerked in reaction, and he pushed back, a shudder of pleasure racking his frame.
Elliot added a third finger, stretching him further, and was rewarded with a soft gasp and then a breathy moan when his searching fingers found George's prostate again and stroked. He thrusted his fingers in and out, hitting that spot inside him again and again. George's eyes closed and his muscles gradually began to relax around Elliot's fingers.
Elliot soon decided that watching George get so worked up was even more arousing than fucking him would be. He waited until George opened his eyes expectantly, then he twisted his fingers, eliciting a gasp, and used his free hand to touch himself. George licked his lips, mesmerized by the overwhelmingly arousing sight in front of him.
Groaning quietly, Elliot gave himself a few hard, fast strokes, while thrusting his fingers into George just as roughly, obliging every time George cried, "Harder! Faster, Elliot!"
George panted for breath, and eventually began to shudder, clenching his eyes shut and groaning, "El, I'm close, I'm so close… Keep doing exactly what you're doing…"
Elliot obliged, stroking himself frantically as he watched George's face and heard the almost constant groans. A few moments later, George yelled, "Elliot, I'm gonna- I'm gonna-" and came, mouth agape as warm fluid left him. He shuddered heavily, muscles convulsing in pleasure as he gave a loud moan.
The sight was enough to tip Elliot over the edge. His release hit unexpectedly hard, making him cry out and leaving him weak. He collapsed on top of George, completely worn out and panting for breath.
"Jesus, Elliot," George panted, opening his eyes.
"Yeah," Elliot gasped, resting his head under George's chin, burying his face in George's neck.
George inhaled deeply, resting his chin comfortably on Elliot's head. After a few moments of staying there, Elliot pulled away and grabbed a towel from the nightstand, cleaning himself and George up. Then he laid down next to George, pulling him close and letting George set his head over his heart.
"I love you," Elliot murmured, kissing the top of George's head.
George sighed softly in contentment, listening to the strong rhythm of Elliot's heartbeat, and said, "I love you too. You know though, this is going to be really rough once the baby gets here."
"Trust me, there are ways around that," Elliot said, smirking.
George laughed and stroked Elliot's ribs. "I'll take your word for it."
"Did this make you feel better, though?" Elliot asked lightly.
"Yeah, that was great cheer-up sex," George said, returning Elliot's smirk with one of his own.
"Good," Elliot laughed, placing a light kiss on George's head again.
Silence fell, both men relaxing and enjoying the comfortable quiet. After a few minutes, George fell asleep on top of Elliot/ Elliot remembered how tired pregnancy had made Kathy, and, he supposed, it would have the same effect on George. He smiled, thinking about the baby. They had a lot of planning to do, both for the pregnancy itself and for when the baby arrived.
Elliot shifted George so that he was positioned more comfortably on top of him. George gave a tired noise, and Elliot stroked his back, easing him back to sleep. Then he relaxed, closing his eyes and letting sleep overtake him.

Elliot woke up to the loud sounds of retching. He winced and stood, walking towards the bathroom. George was sitting in front of the toilet, vomiting violently.
He looked up at Elliot and, panting for breath, said, "I don't know how women do this. This is hell and it's only been one month!"
"Kathy's morning sickness went away after a few months. So did the fatigue," Elliot said. "Some other stuff might start soon in it's place, though." He shifted awkwardly as he spoke.
"Do you think-" George leaned back as the nausea abated- "Do you think my pregnancy will be similar enough to a woman's so that I can look this stuff up? I mean, as a doctor, I know the basics, but my specialty is psychiatry- I don't know exactly what happens when and what my symptoms will be each week."
"We could always ask that obstetrician you got referred to, Doctor Weston," Elliot said with a nod. He bit his lip thoughtfully. "You know, it's really amazing that there's enough guys this has happened to that there's actually a specialist out there."
"Yeah, it's pretty interesting," George said. He stood shakily, gratefully accepting Elliot steadying arm under his shoulders. He leaned heavily into Elliot, sighing and closing his eyes. "I'm worn out," He murmured wearily.
"I know," Elliot said, kissing his temple. "I'll get you some of the anti-nausea medicine, and then you can lie down."
"Sounds good," George said quietly. Elliot guided him into the bedroom and eased him down onto the bed. He grinned softly and joked, "Maybe I'm not pregnant after all, and this baby is just the doctors covering up that they don't know what the hell kind of stomach bug I have."
Elliot set his hand on George's stomach. "Only time will tell," He teased. "I think you scared the baby into hiding. I can't find it."
"Yeah, because my stomach is still blessedly flat for a few more months," George retorted, removing several pills from the bottle and swallowing them with a large gulp of water. "I don't exactly want to look like there's a balloon under my shirt."
"You never know until you try," Elliot said. He wrapped an arm around George's chest, hugging him gently. "You might just find that the look suits you."
"You may as well paint a bulls-eye over my suit every time I go in to work," George said, rolling his eyes. Then he frowned and asked, seriously, "What are we going to do about that, by the way? Once I start showing, you know, and my stomach gets all big and round, it's really going to be a disadvantage, and the perps be able to see it and use it against me. If one of my patients or a perp flips, they could end up hurting the baby."
"We'll figure something out," Elliot assured him. "I'll go with you everywhere if I have to. Once we come out and tell the team about our situation, they'll hopefully understand and let me protect you at work."
"Or," George said pessimistically, "They'll make me start profiling for another unit or go back to the FBI and then, at best, I'll have some uniform guard me."
"It'll work, baby," Elliot murmured, stroking George's hair. "No matter what we have to do, it'll happen somehow. The baby will be safe, and you'll still get to do what you love."
"Okay," George said, nodding. He sighed softly, thinking about everything that would change. "This is going to be so difficult, though. Every step of the way."
"It'll be worth it, though," Elliot said. He moved his other hand, setting it on George's stomach, and stroked gently. "Once the baby's born, it'll all be worth it."
George placed his hand over Elliot's. "I agree," He said. "I think the hardest thing will be telling everyone close to us- especially Kathy and the kids- and working around other people who won't approve and will be vocal about it."
"Let's worry about that later, okay?" Elliot requested gently. "You're worn out; you shouldn't worry about that right now. Get some rest."
George nodded, giving a quiet sigh as he felt Elliot stroking his hair. His eyes drifted closed, and he relaxed against Elliot.
Elliot watched George slowly fall asleep, thinking about everything that had been said. He knew his family would have a hard time with it, and as for everyone else, it was hit-and-miss; he could only wait and see who approved and who didn't.
He both dreaded and looked forward to the news story about the pregnant men. On the one hand, he wanted to tell everyone sooner rather than later, but on the other hand, telling them would change everything, and they'd never be able to go back. He wanted to get that over with, as much as he wanted everything to stay the same.
"Your thinking is keeping me up," George complained sleepily. "I can always tell when you're bothered by something, and then I can't sleep."
"Sorry," Elliot muttered, pulling George closer. "I'll tell you later."
"Okay," George agreed, nuzzling Elliot's neck. "Love you."
"You too," Elliot replied, embracing George tightly. "I really do love you."
Several minutes later, George's breathing deepened and became more even, indicating that he had fallen asleep. Elliot smiled at the sight; his lover always looked so peaceful when he was this sleeping this deeply.
"Enjoy that while you can, George," He said under his breath, with an almost silent laugh. "Once the baby gets here, believe me, that's going to change. Just eight more months..."
"Mm-hmm," George hummed, tightening his grip around Elliot's waist.
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