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Casual
By : roastingmallows
Category: G through L > Law & Order
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AN: I’m actually pretty happy with how this is going, but I’m starting to feel it’s no longer really in the ‘drama’ genre. Maybe that’s why I’m so happy about it. I just want everyone to be happy! But how long can it last!? Anyway. It seems a bit lighter now; almost romance/humor. That comes most natural to me, and I really wanted to try writing some romance that isn’t sappy and slash that doesn’t totally emasculate anyone. That’s what I’m shooting for. Am I close?

They just sat like that on the couch for a while, not saying much. Eventually, Huang said "I think I'm going to take a quick shower. You're welcome to stick around."
"I think I'll do that, thanks. You wanna watch a movie or something?"
"Sounds good. I have some DVDs in the entertainment center over there." Huang said, gesturing toward the shelf under the TV. "You can pick one while I take a shower. Your choice. I'll be right back."
Huang left to take a shower and Elliot knelt in front of the TV to see if he had anything good. Somehow he doubted they would have similar taste in cinema. Phantom of the Opera, Sound of Music, Mame, Chicago, Evita, Moulan? Hm. The Music Man, Top Hat, Moulin Rouge...Sheesh. He didn't even have any decent musicals like Grease or Little Shop of Horrors or even Chitty Chitty Bang Bang.
I would have never considered the doc to be a stereotype until this moment.
Oh, that was just the musical section. Some of these other ones aren’t so bad…Flatliners, Ghost, The Pelican Brief, Groundhog Day, Fatal Instinct, Forrest Gump, Pulp Fiction… and something caught his eye: Back to the Future! I could watch Back to the Future. If Huang liked Back to the Future, they had at least one thing in common.
It wasn’t long before he returned from his shower, fresh and clean and already dressed in a brown zip up sweater and a pair of slacks that were slightly more casual than the ones he usually wore to work. I wonder if he even owns a pair of jeans…He looked nice as always, but Elliot almost felt like a slob in his dark blue jeans and long sleeved grey T-shirt.
“Find something good?” George asked, trying not to feel too embarrassed that Elliot had seen his rather vast collection of musicals.
“Yes, though it took quite a bit of searching.”
“I’m not surprised. You don’t strike me as a fan of musicals.” George said with a laugh.
“To be honest, neither do you. The more you know.”
“I was in drama and choir all through high school and college, you know.” George admitted. “And let me guess. You were on the football team?”
“Nope. ROTC.”
“That would have been my second guess. So you weren’t some big shot rebel in high school?”
“Not exactly. What about you? Did you go through a Goth phase or something?”
“Not exactly. I wore glasses. It wasn’t pretty.”
Elliot grinned at that. “I remember! You wore them your first day at SVU! You were such a dork.”
Huang smiled back. “I guess I was. At least I wasn’t a ‘ROTC Nazi’.” He teased. “Ready for the movie?”
“Yep.” Elliot replied and started up the DVD player. Huang turned off the lights (though it was still light outside), and the two of them got comfortable. They sat close enough to each other that the sides of their bodies were touching. They had the recliner out, which they shared, and even their feet were touching. It was kind of nice. Stabler however, couldn’t help but notice that Huang’s bare feet were freezing, so he took the afghan off the back of the couch and draped it over both of their legs. Huang smiled to himself and moved a little closer.
Elliot had picked a good movie that they could both enjoy. (Who DOESN’T like Back to the Future? Hitler probably didn’t.) George however, had a hard time paying attention with Elliot’s hand on his knee, absently moving his fingers in light, teasing circles, slowing making his way up his thigh under the afghan. He felt like he was a teenager again, getting felt up by some guy who thought he was sneaky. It was twenty minutes before he made it even halfway up his thigh, just stroking leisurely, as though he had no idea what kind of effect it was having on George, who was trying his hardest to hold still.
The touches started out seemingly innocent, but they held the distinct promise of travelling higher in the near future. George forgot to laugh when Biff got a truckload of manure dumped on his beloved convertible. He had more pressing matters on his mind, like Come on, come on, come on…Just do it…Come on…he tried to plead with Elliot to speed things up through telepathy. He didn’t want to say anything or offer any verbal encouragement, not intending to spoil their little “game” as it had him quite excited, but he was already undoubtedly hard under the afghan, and he thought he might die if he didn’t get the friction he so desperately needed soon.
His erection was straining at the fabric of his slacks, and he was pretty sure Elliot knew it, but he insisted on driving him mad with desire before giving him any sort of relief in the way of touching him where he needed it most. His body was on fire, but he kept his eyes fixed on the screen like Elliot seemed to want him to do. He was trying his best not to tense up his thighs and give himself away, but it was a real challenge. Finally, Elliot made the crucial transition from upper thigh to inner thigh and Huang audibly gasped at the sensation, his gasp being the first indication shown of the effect the other man was having on his libido.
He swore he saw Elliot smirk in his peripheral vision, but he resisted the urge to turn his head and look. He could no longer hide his arousal, however. His breaths were coming faster against his will, in shallow pants. The movie had gone completely ignored at that point. Elliot’s touches were growing increasingly bold and more deliberate, and he was no longer trying to mask his intentions to get the other man off. George mentally swore that he would give Elliot the blowjob of his life if he would just hurry up and TOUCH him already. He felt like he might come at the slightest touch in his state. After what felt like hours of sweet agony, Elliot finally brushed his cock over his pants, causing him to groan aloud. He whispered “Yes…” so quietly, Elliot almost missed it.
At that wonderful sound, he finally allowed himself to glance over at his couch mate, and the man’s eyes were closed and he was gently biting his lower lip. He made quite a sight, and Elliot felt an answering tug pull at his own half formed erection. Huang was a good looking guy in general, but his face was so beautiful when he was receiving pleasure. Everything he felt was written plain upon his face, and his guard was down, a far cry from his usual nondescript expression of vague interest that he worked so hard to maintain. Elliot didn’t spend too much time stroking him over his pants. After a minute or two, he ceased his ministrations, causing the other to groan quietly in disappointment. It was only for a moment though, and he shifted his position a bit in order to undo the man’s pants. Finally. George thought with relief, nearly trembling with anticipation. He was quite willing to cooperate in lifting his buttocks and allowing Elliot to drag his pants and boxers down to his upper thighs, freeing his cock and balls to the other’s warm touch.
The credits were rolling by the time Elliot finally wrapped his hand around George’s cock, lightly at first, and the doc moaned at the much desired initial contact. A lot of pressure and time would not be required to get him off. He was usually pretty sensitive, and now even more so as Elliot had been building him up for release for the last hour. He jerked him slowly, on every few strokes gathering the building pre cum from the head using it to further lubricate his strokes.
The credits ended, and Huang was close. He pressed his head into the back of the couch and couldn’t help but thrust a little into Elliot’s hand, raising his hips to the rhythm of his ministrations. His breathing was labored and he was visibly very excited. Elliot shifted his position a little more toward George and placed a few hot kisses on his neck. George turned his head and caught his lips in a searing kiss on the lips which Elliot enthusiastically returned. It wasn’t long before George shuddered and came, hard, moaning in Elliot’s mouth. Elliot continued to stroke his sensitized penis for a moment until he was finished.
Huang allowed himself a moment to calm down and let his racing heart return to a semi-normal rate. Stabler wiped his hand on a tissue from the coffee table. Finally George said “Thank you, I needed that.”
“I can think of a better way for you to thank me.” Elliot replied with a lusty grin.
“Of course.”
George set aside the afghan and positioned himself on the couch so he could easily suck the other man off. He eagerly unzipped his jeans and pulled them down to his upper thighs, freeing his erection and exposing it to the air. It was erotic to see how hard he was just from touching George. He gripped him with one hand and jacked him a few times, then lowered his head to it and first licked a wet trail from base to tip, swirling his tongue around the head before engulfing it with his hot, skilled mouth. Elliot groaned and threaded his fingers through his hair.
Although there were no longer hard feelings between them, there was still something quite gratifying about looking down at the dignified little doctor, his face full of cock, struggling to fit more of him in his mouth, nearly gagging on him and loving it. He could still clearly recall the bastard’s smirks and know-it-all contrary statements, and it felt damn good to have the source of years of annoyance, sucking his cock wanting nothing more than to please him, and doing a damn good job of it.
Huang managed to fit another inch of him down his throat and began fondling his balls, causing Stabler to mutter “Fuck…” under his breath and grip his hair tighter.
Admittedly, Stabler had always felt the slightest pull of attraction toward Huang, but he never imagined he could be so fucking HOT. He was sensitive, damn near insatiable, loved cock (at least his), and didn’t mind a little rough play. He had lucked out. George could count himself lucky too. Elliot was far more well-endowed than his ex (not that it had ever bothered him in the past, but he wasn’t complaining now), not to mention his ex’s skills were at best lukewarm, while Elliot was white hot in every way.
Elliot felt the first pulls of his release and his breathing quickened exponentially. Sensing his impending orgasm, George sped up, bobbing his head up and down his length, trying not to gag when Elliot could no longer help but push his head down in an attempt to fit more of himself down the man’s throat. At that point George was doing little but trying his best to stay relaxed as Elliot fucked his mouth, groaning in pleasure when he finally came, and shuddering when he saw a bit of cum leak out the corner of his swollen mouth. Huang’s tongue darted out and caught it before it dripped onto his clothes and Elliot growled, pulling him in for a languid kiss, suddenly overcome with the desire to taste his release on the other man’s tongue. They parted and laid bonelessly against each other, catching their respective breaths and reveling in each other’s body heat.
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Casual	By : roastingmallows Category: G through L > Law & Order Views: 1842 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Don't own Law&Order, don't profit from this.

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