George moaned breathlessly, his fingers curling and uncurling in the other man's hair. He looked down but had to close his eyes as he got sucked down to the root. George smoothed his hands over a slightly sweaty nape and moaned helplessly when the man pulled back again.

"You like that? I know you do."

George groaned at the husky tone of voice. "Ah, Jacob. Please."

Jacob licked the corner of his red and swollen lips, and leaned down to finish George off.

George can't keep his eyes open when he comes, and he was writhing ungracefully before his body went limp. George tried to catch his breath as Jacob flopped down on his back on the bed next to George. He grinned and George couldn't help but return the enthusiastic expression. "Did you...?"

Jacob's grin got even wider. "Yeah, you're fun to watch."

George blushed at the compliment, and was surprised by a yawn that made his jaw pop. He suddenly felt very, very tired and his eyes started to flutter.

"Did I knock you out? Not that I'm surprised..."

George's lips quirked up, but then his vision went fuzzy and he closed his eyes for just a second.

He woke up to Jacob sleepily shaking his shoulder, muttering, "Hey. 'S someone at the door."

He groaned and crawled out of the bed, snagging a pair of flannel pants off the floor. He pulled them on quickly, and hissed when he stumbled into a table, drowsiness making him clumsy.

He pulled the door open, and stares, shocked, at the tall detective standing there.

"George, I'm going to take a shower."

George jumped as Jacob's voice carried through the door, and to his horror he could feel a blush rising. He tried to tamp down on it, and noticed the small stack of papers Elliot was holding.

Elliot awkwardly broke the silence. "Sorry to, uh, interrupt, doc. Captain sent me to drop these off, he says they're due in tomorrow."

George accepted the papers Elliot thrust into his hands, and felt his embarassment grow. "Oh, thank you Elliot. I had completely forgotten about these." George suddenly felt very aware of the hickies covering his neck and chest and he quickly lifted his pants higher up his hips. He looked up, and was surprised to see Elliot staring intently at his naked torso. George furrowed his brows, an odd thought occuring, but then Elliot cleared his throat and took a single jerky step backward.

"Right, you're welcome, doc. I'll leave you to get back to sleeping."

George frowned, because Elliot sounded almost... bitter. Elliot turned to leave and George wanted to explain himself, to drop the papers and grab Elliot and whip him around so that George could explain- something.

Instead, he uncertainly said, "Elliot?"

Elliot turned slowly. "Yeah?"

"This doesn't-" George took a second, unsure of how to inquire, "-I hope you don't think less of me for this."

George held his breath for a second, waiting for Elliot's answer. "Don't worry about it, doc. I'm the one who intruded."

Elliot's voice sounded a little off, and he quickly turned down the hall. "See ya later, doc."

George watched him walk down the hall, and was left with an unexplainable feeling of guilt lodged in his stomach.