saraid (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} saraid) wrote,@ 2006-10-30 18:57:00 |
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The Adventures of Bobby & George
More important now than he’d ever been, George thought, worth every minute of tension, every night of interrupted sleep. By pursuing Bobby Goren, George Huang had found a mate. A person he could spend the rest of his life with and never be bored, a man that wanted him enough to step far outside his boundaries to please him.
Sighing more deeply, George snuggled even closer to Bobby, who made a soft sound of approval.
***
“I haven’t seen you in nearly two weeks,” George spoke into the phone in the privacy of his office. He had a brief break before he needed to get to the main room and consult on a serial rapist case, Federal, not NYPD. His work-life was so varied; he occasionally wondered what had possessed him to make his love life so complicated.
“I’m sorry,” Bobby replied, and it sounded as if he truly were. “We’ve finally identified a suspect, we’re going to pick him up right now.”
“Right now as in you’re on your way out the door?”
“As in I’m on the elevator.”
“Detective Eames is with you?”
“Yes.”
“Damn,” George swore gently. “I was hoping for phone sex.”
His comment got the response he wanted; Bobby gave a short bark of laughter.
“No, seriously. I’m sorry we haven’t seen each other,” he still sounded amused. Phone sex was pretty much a foreign concept to him, and George knew it. He also knew it was safe to tease him about it.
“Do you think you’ll have this wrapped up by Saturday?”
“I hope we’ll have it wrapped up by tonight.”
“But that’s not going to happen, right?”
“Probably not, no.”
“Are you in the car yet?”
“Yes.”
“Then I should let you go.” And he himself needed to get back to work before they came looking for him.
“What’s happening Saturday?”
“Gail’s birthday party. I still need to get her something.”
“You want me to go to your sister’s birthday party?” Bobby sounded honestly surprised.
“Yes. Of course.” George knew why he sounded like that. Bobby had never in his life been involved with family activities. “I’d like her to meet you.”
There was silence. George could hear traffic noise, and Eames grumbling about gridlock. He waited to see if Bobby would answer.
There was a knock on his door.
“I’ve got to go,” he said regretfully. They might not get another chance to talk before Saturday, and this chance would slip away.
“How many people will be there?”
“The whole family.”
“And here I thought you liked me.”
Another knock, and the door was opening. “I have to go, they’re looking for me.”
“I’ll go. What time?”
Almost silenced by surprise, George ignored the young agent that had been sent in after him.
“I’ll meet you at Neiman-Marcus? At noon? We can have lunch before I go shopping.”
“I’ll see you then,” Bobby said, and it seemed softer…more intimate than George would have expected over the phone. He appreciated it.
“I’m glad,” he said, and hung up.
*
On Saturday at noon, George wasn’t as certain about his plans. He hadn’t spoken to Bobby since the call on Thursday, so there hadn’t been a chance to confirm their plans, or even choose a more specific meeting place. So now he loitered near the entrance of the famous department store, trying to look inconspicuous. At least, he reflected, he wasn’t of Arab descent. He would have already been arrested.
Seeing the doorman glance at him again, he walked a few steps and sat on a decorative planter. He pulled out his Blackberry and studied it idly. Should he call him? Should he wait? Trust was such a touchy issue for Bobby.
“I hope you haven’t been waiting long.” The deep voice startled him out of his thoughts.
“Bobby,” George stood and smiled. “No, I’ve only been here a few minutes.”
“I’m sorry,” Bobby said, touching his chest lightly, “I had – clothing issues.”
He was wearing, as he almost always was, a well-tailored suit, this one pale grey with a white shirt and silvery tie. For Bobby Goren it was almost loud.
“You look great,” George said, and he meant it. “But you always look great. What were the issues?” He covered the hand on Bobby’s chest with his own briefly, just a touch.
“I didn’t know what time the party was and if I should wear something more casual -?” he shifted his weight, watching George.
The doorman seemed to have lost interest in him, now that he’d been joined by the big man in the nice suit. Maybe George had read him wrong and he’d been watching out of interest and not any suspicious motives. He didn’t usually notice when men looked at him.
“If you feel like you should change, we can go by your place. But it doesn’t matter what you’re wearing, Bobby. My family will care more about who you are then what you wear..”
Bobby didn’t look convinced, so George closed the distance between them and used a hand on Bobby’s chest to steady himself as he took a kiss. Startled, Bobby put a hand on his waist and kissed him back.
“You look great,” George said softly. Bobby just watched him. “We have a lot of shopping to do before the party,” George continued as he started for the store, making sure Bobby was walking beside him. Their hands brushed but didn’t actually touch. “I don’t have any idea what I’m getting her.”
The doorman smiled at them as he ushered them inside. George felt faintly embarrassed. Bobby bumped him gently as they entered the store, the bright lights and cheerful displays almost overwhelming at first glance.
“They won’t be disappointed I’m not a doctor?”
George smiled widely. “I don’t think so.”
*
Home for George’s family was a large, slightly run-down house in Queens. He could tell when the taxi pulled up that this wasn’t what Bobby had been expecting. As they got out he spoke, just to make conversation, and ease the tension he could see building in his boyfriend’s shoulders.
“It needs to be painted, I know. Gerald wanted to hire someone, but my father refused. He keeps saying he’ll get to it, but we don’t believe him anymore. I think we’re all going to pitch in and make it a Christmas present.”
The yard was immaculately manicured, with a profusion of careful plantings. Bobby was staring at it when George turned from paying the cab driver.
“Most gifts in my family are practical,” he added. “Even when I was young I was more likely to get books than toys.”
“I didn’t get many gifts when I was young,” Bobby said, turning to him.
“I assumed that.” George took his hand and laced their fingers together. Bobby looked down at that, them back to his face. “It was a good childhood,” George said softly.
“I’m glad you had that.” Bobby’s nerves seemed to have settled. His face was calm, though George could see the tightness in his shoulders.
“We don’t have to do this.” He wanted to offer the out, wanted to give Bobby the choice.
Bobby squeezed his hand.
“We mustn't disappoint Gail. You are her favorite brother, after all.”
“So I am.” George smiled. “Actually, I’m surprised we haven’t been interrupted yet –“
As if on cue the front door banged open. Several adult voices rose in protest, but all George saw was the flash of terror on Bobby’s face when a group of children pelted toward them, all shouting some version of “Uncle George!”
He relinquished Bobby’s hand to turn toward the tide, crouching to give hugs to the smallest, patting his tall nephew on the back, slipping among them easily and comfortably. He tried to keep an eye on Bobby, but the big man was just watching; the gaily-wrapped packages looking out of place in his hand. He looked terribly uncomfortable, and more so when one of the girls, ten-year-old Allison, jumped in front of him with interrogation clearly on her mind.
“That’s enough now,” George said, picking up the youngest, three-year-old Kai, and setting him on his hip. Kai immediately grabbed for his nose, and George laughed. “No, leave him alone, Allison. He’s going to need a moment to acclimate.”
“Acclimate,” Allison said firmly. “A-c-c-l-i-m-a-t-e. Acclimate.”
“Very good,” Bobby surprised George by speaking up. “Now can you tell me what it means?”
“Umm…” She glanced at George, but he only smiled and shook his head. No hints. “Something about fitting in?”
“Close,” Bobby told her. “It’s more about taking time to learn your surroundings and become comfortable with them.”
“You need to learn us before you’re comfortable?”
“Yes,” he told her honestly. “I’m not used to being around a lot of people at once.”
“Okay, I understand. But I can introduce you to everybody, and Uncle George is your friend, right?”
“Yes, he is.”
While George watched nervously Allison grabbed Bobby’s hand and began pulling him to the house. He threw George a desperate look.
“I can take him into the house, Allison,” he said, grinning. “Take your cousin, and all of you go back inside. Bobby and I will follow you.”
“Your name’s Bobby? I thought that was a kid’s name.” Allison grudgingly let go of Bobby and accepted the weight of the toddler. Kai objected with “No, no, I want Gerge!”
It took him a couple of minutes to corral the kids and get them headed back into the house. By then adults had started appearing on the porch. When George looked up he saw his sisters smiling, his brother expressionless and his mother frowning.
He leaned up to speak to Bobby.
“This may be harder than I thought. If it’s too much for you, just say so and we’ll leave, okay?”
“I’ll be okay,” Bobby answered, but he didn’t look like he was sure.
“We don’t have to be here,” George insisted.
“I’ll be okay,” Bobby gave him a small smile. If it was meant to be reassuring, it wasn’t.
“Then onward,” George took his hand again and led him to the slaughter.
***
Bobby had learned to trust. Now George thought he had tested long enough, so he turned on the sofa and sat up, his feet on the floor.
“Enough cuddling?” Bobby asked, eyes half opening.
“Are you feeling more secure?”
Bobby sighed, and reached for him again. “As much as I ever do.”
“Then it’s been a long day. I’m not very hungry. I thought we could go to bed.”
“It’s still early.”
“Was there anything else you wanted to do?”
“Just finish that book. Start the next one, perhaps.”
“Then do that in bed.” George offered his hand. With a small smile Bobby took it. He stood and then swung George suddenly into a twirl, catching him as he laughed and fell backwards into Bobby’s waiting arms.
“Or we could do something else,” he whispered, lifting George to nuzzle at his neck. Still laughing, George caught him with both arms and hung on as he was lifted and carried.
“We could!” he agreed. The laughter stopped as Bobby lowered him to the bed and covered him with his larger body. “Anything you want, Bobby, it’s yours.”
“I’m fine, George. Please don’t worry.”
“'Don’t worry', he says,” George felt something like a sob rise in his throat. “Too many changes in too short a time, Bobby Goren. I wouldn’t have asked you to move in if I’d known this woman was coming back. If I’d known your mother –“
“You couldn’t have known. And I said yes, didn’t I?” Propped on his elbows, lower half held slightly off to relieve George of his weight as well, Bobby managed a weak smile. “I haven’t tried to live with anyone since a girlfriend in college.”
“And we both know how that turned out.”
“I made her a raving lunatic,” Bobby nodded sagely. “Or maybe that was me.”
“No, Bobby. Never a lunatic. I love you now and I would have loved you then. Some things have been harder for you, but you’ve always managed to maintain control.”
“Always?” Bobby settled more of his weight on the smaller man, making George moan softly and squirm beneath him.
“Always,” George gasped.
“Even when you don’t want me to.”
“Even then.”
“Is that a good thing?” Dipping his head down Bobby gnawed gently at George’s jawline.
“Do we have to talk now?” George asked plaintively. He spread his arms to the side, offering his wrists to Bobby; having control of the situation made it easier for the larger man to relax into it and worked just as well for his partner.
“I communicate best through words, Dr. Huang,” Bobby teased.
“Not in the bedroom you don’t.” George scolded, wrapping all four limbs around his lover and hanging on tightly. “In this room your nonverbal skills are just fine.”
“Is ‘just fine’ good enough?” Bobby pulled his head back and George saw the worry that hid behind the words, as the words always protected Bobby Goren. Like every other time, there was fear there, well hidden, but not quite banished.
“ ’Just fine’ in your arms is better than perfect in anyone else’s.” George held on tighter and reached up to kiss his lover. After a moment’s persuasion Bobby responded by opening his mouth and responding; he believed George. He really did.
Hungry kisses became wetter and sloppier. This was the only area of his life George knew Bobby to allow mess in. He didn’t seem to enjoy it, exactly; more that he accepted it as part of the package. He certainly never stopped to clean up during.
George got Bobby undressed first, as usually happened, as if Bobby had to be certain, every time, that George really wanted this before he allowed himself the intimacy of taking off George’s clothes. So George waited for him to do it, every time. Yes, there were times he wished their lovemaking was less regimented, less structured, but this was what he had chosen and it was completely worth it by the end. These little annoyances were nothing more than that and they would disappear with time, he was sure of it.
Bobby kissed his way down George’s body as it was revealed, open-mouthed kisses, sometimes nothing more than a gooey press of teeth and tongue, until George lay framed by his shirt and his open slacks and pulled-down briefs. Bobby snuffled around his erect cock, licking and mouthing it, inhaling deeply. He would hold the scent inside himself as long as he could and then let it out with a whoosh that made George shiver and laugh. It was safe to laugh with Bobby, who understood that it was a physical-emotional reaction, not a rejection.
