Distraction
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Category:
G through L › Law & Order
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,683
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Law & Order, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Distraction
Title: Distraction
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Don has a bad day. George wants to help.
Pairing: Cragen/Huang
Cragen sighs as he sinks down onto his couch and loosens his tie. The day had been long, grueling, and annoying, but now it’s over and all he wants to do is forget about it.
Suddenly, he feels talented and familiar hands working on his sore and knotted muscles. He sighs in relief. “My, you’re tense,” George comments.
“Bad day,” Cragen responds and George stops his massage briefly so he can kiss him. After he does, he resumes.
“Would you like to tell me about it?”
“That depends. Are you asking as my lover or my shrink?”
George smiles fondly; Don has always been very adept at reading him. “Your lover, I promise.” Don nods and launches into an explanation about how Olivia and Elliot are barely speaking to each other, and five more cases were reported that day, each of them leading to their own special dead end. He adds how he has the higher ups breathing down his neck about closing more cases on top of a growing mountain of paperwork and uncooperative witnesses.
By the time he’s finished he feels much better and George has stopped his massage. He walks around to the front of the couch and says, “You’ve had a long day, and now that you have that off your chest, I’m going to help you forget about it all,” as he maneuvers into Don’s lap. He removes his loosened tie and unbuttons Don’s shirt a little before kissing him tenderly, passionately, and Don sighs contentedly and kisses back.
They’re amazingly serene, like that, kissing sweetly. Don supposes he could stay like that forever, just kissing, and be happy, but he doesn’t think he’ll ever admit it. Mostly because he doesn’t really have to.
The kissing had started out slow and sweet, but it doesn’t take long for it to evolve into hot and heated, leaving both parties gasping for air, even as they lean in for more.
Don feels hands on his chest and is vaguely aware that George has finished unbuttoning his shirt and has removed it. He feels the need to reciprocate and moves to rid George of his shirt and tie, drawing moans with his hands after he does.
The kissing and feeling continue and George shifts and straddles Don, causing their erections to rub against each other and each of them to groan.
Don gasps as George’s hand slips between them and unzips his fly, stroking his cock through his underwear. “George, mmm, god,” he moans and murmurs before George cuts him off with another kiss. This time it’s hungry, wanton, and demanding and George loses himself in it; the kiss consumes him, sets him on fire, takes him over, and he loves it.
Don breaks the kiss after a minute to gasp the word, “bed”, but George rather likes this position on the couch and keeps up his stroking and kissing. He forgets that Don is bigger and stronger until, in one swift movement, he’s pinned to the couch with Don’s weight covering him deliciously, his neck being kissed playfully. “I believe I said ‘bed’,” Don whispers and George moans and nods and somehow they make their way into the bedroom, shedding pants and underwear along the way.
It’s skin on skin now, as they move together, kiss, and tease, and it’s not long before Don reaches for and grabs the familiar bottle off the night stand and coats his fingers with it. He flips George over and prepares him; the smaller man writhes and gasps and pushes back into the fingers, his groans the loudest when Don hits just there. He wants and begs for more, but Don’s in a playful mood and teases him a little, very much enjoying the sights and sounds.
George may not look it, but he’s very noisy in bed - gasping, moaning, groaning, crying out, screaming, yelling, whimpering, begging - and Don loves all of it, even with the occasional rebukes from the neighbors it brings.
“Don, more, now ” George begs for possibly the fifth time, and Don smiles, before spreading the lubricant all over himself and entering the younger man slowly, despite the insistent jerks of George’s hips. “Oh, Don, move,” he groans, after Don is finally sheathed inside of him. Don complies, starting to thrust gently and slowly at first, but quickly increasing in tempo. Every time he hits that spot, George cries out, and Don gets even more aroused, even though he’d long since thought that was impossible.
“Oh, Don, god,” George pants, Don’s thrusts getting harder and faster as they both near the edge. “More, oh, god, harder, please ” he gasps and Don grunts in reply and speeds up; both of them are moaning with each thrust now, and Don snakes his hand around to George’s stomach and lower so he can take his cock in hand and start stroking and pumping in motion with his thrusts.
George whimpers and gasps, riding a wave of ecstasy part incredible physical pleasure and part emotion, knowing that he isn’t just being fucked, but being made love to. He revels in it until Don hits right there again and the wave crashes as he’s sent spiraling and screaming over the edge; George is so far gone that he’s only slightly aware of Don’s own orgasm a few seconds later.
Don extracts himself from George and collapses next to him, and George rolls over onto his side and closer to Don so he can kiss him on the cheek. Don’s arms wrap themselves around him and he snuggles in closer, yawning and whispering, “I love you.”
Don smiles and whispers back, “I love you, too,” as he idly muses about how much better his day is now and about how good of a distraction George really is.
He dozes off to sleep still smiling.
-End
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Don has a bad day. George wants to help.
Pairing: Cragen/Huang
Cragen sighs as he sinks down onto his couch and loosens his tie. The day had been long, grueling, and annoying, but now it’s over and all he wants to do is forget about it.
Suddenly, he feels talented and familiar hands working on his sore and knotted muscles. He sighs in relief. “My, you’re tense,” George comments.
“Bad day,” Cragen responds and George stops his massage briefly so he can kiss him. After he does, he resumes.
“Would you like to tell me about it?”
“That depends. Are you asking as my lover or my shrink?”
George smiles fondly; Don has always been very adept at reading him. “Your lover, I promise.” Don nods and launches into an explanation about how Olivia and Elliot are barely speaking to each other, and five more cases were reported that day, each of them leading to their own special dead end. He adds how he has the higher ups breathing down his neck about closing more cases on top of a growing mountain of paperwork and uncooperative witnesses.
By the time he’s finished he feels much better and George has stopped his massage. He walks around to the front of the couch and says, “You’ve had a long day, and now that you have that off your chest, I’m going to help you forget about it all,” as he maneuvers into Don’s lap. He removes his loosened tie and unbuttons Don’s shirt a little before kissing him tenderly, passionately, and Don sighs contentedly and kisses back.
They’re amazingly serene, like that, kissing sweetly. Don supposes he could stay like that forever, just kissing, and be happy, but he doesn’t think he’ll ever admit it. Mostly because he doesn’t really have to.
The kissing had started out slow and sweet, but it doesn’t take long for it to evolve into hot and heated, leaving both parties gasping for air, even as they lean in for more.
Don feels hands on his chest and is vaguely aware that George has finished unbuttoning his shirt and has removed it. He feels the need to reciprocate and moves to rid George of his shirt and tie, drawing moans with his hands after he does.
The kissing and feeling continue and George shifts and straddles Don, causing their erections to rub against each other and each of them to groan.
Don gasps as George’s hand slips between them and unzips his fly, stroking his cock through his underwear. “George, mmm, god,” he moans and murmurs before George cuts him off with another kiss. This time it’s hungry, wanton, and demanding and George loses himself in it; the kiss consumes him, sets him on fire, takes him over, and he loves it.
Don breaks the kiss after a minute to gasp the word, “bed”, but George rather likes this position on the couch and keeps up his stroking and kissing. He forgets that Don is bigger and stronger until, in one swift movement, he’s pinned to the couch with Don’s weight covering him deliciously, his neck being kissed playfully. “I believe I said ‘bed’,” Don whispers and George moans and nods and somehow they make their way into the bedroom, shedding pants and underwear along the way.
It’s skin on skin now, as they move together, kiss, and tease, and it’s not long before Don reaches for and grabs the familiar bottle off the night stand and coats his fingers with it. He flips George over and prepares him; the smaller man writhes and gasps and pushes back into the fingers, his groans the loudest when Don hits just there. He wants and begs for more, but Don’s in a playful mood and teases him a little, very much enjoying the sights and sounds.
George may not look it, but he’s very noisy in bed - gasping, moaning, groaning, crying out, screaming, yelling, whimpering, begging - and Don loves all of it, even with the occasional rebukes from the neighbors it brings.
“Don, more, now ” George begs for possibly the fifth time, and Don smiles, before spreading the lubricant all over himself and entering the younger man slowly, despite the insistent jerks of George’s hips. “Oh, Don, move,” he groans, after Don is finally sheathed inside of him. Don complies, starting to thrust gently and slowly at first, but quickly increasing in tempo. Every time he hits that spot, George cries out, and Don gets even more aroused, even though he’d long since thought that was impossible.
“Oh, Don, god,” George pants, Don’s thrusts getting harder and faster as they both near the edge. “More, oh, god, harder, please ” he gasps and Don grunts in reply and speeds up; both of them are moaning with each thrust now, and Don snakes his hand around to George’s stomach and lower so he can take his cock in hand and start stroking and pumping in motion with his thrusts.
George whimpers and gasps, riding a wave of ecstasy part incredible physical pleasure and part emotion, knowing that he isn’t just being fucked, but being made love to. He revels in it until Don hits right there again and the wave crashes as he’s sent spiraling and screaming over the edge; George is so far gone that he’s only slightly aware of Don’s own orgasm a few seconds later.
Don extracts himself from George and collapses next to him, and George rolls over onto his side and closer to Don so he can kiss him on the cheek. Don’s arms wrap themselves around him and he snuggles in closer, yawning and whispering, “I love you.”
Don smiles and whispers back, “I love you, too,” as he idly muses about how much better his day is now and about how good of a distraction George really is.
He dozes off to sleep still smiling.
-End