#slashfiiction ; mateo

[ephemaeraltouch]

from the moment he'd seen it, george had been awed by mateo's fire. george had never had that, had never really challenged others when they looked down on him. you could chalk it up to any number of things: his family, his nature, just being kicked down one too many times. he figures it's probably a mixture of a lot of things. he was always easy to pick on, and now he doesn't bother wasting his breath fighting back. but it's not a waste, the way mateo does it. he knows his worth–– or at least, in some ways he does. george doesn't think mateo quite sees himself how george sees him. then again, george knows he probably doesn't see himself the way mateo does.

either way, he isn't used to things like this. he's had partners, sure. he'd had a girlfriend during med school who was really sweet, and they'd had a good time in bed together. but this feels... it's far more than that, somehow. george feels taken care of. this is different than someone sucking his dick. he can't explain why, but there's something about this that feels far more intimate than anything else he's experienced. maybe it's just the logistics of it–– this is a little outside the realm of his encounters with oral sex thus far. and maybe it's the potential drawbacks for mateo; genitals aren't necessarily the most clean things in the world, but your anus–– and thank god that mateo is back there doing what he's doing because it's enough to distract george from this embarrassingly clinical breakdown of what is decidedly a big deal–– and something he wants to be present for.

he sucks in a breath at the shallow press of mateo's tongue, and his cock jumps a little at the term pretty boy. well, he thinks distantly, that's new. noted. every new sensation is unexpected, drawing out the slightest sounds–– a hah in surprise, or a half-choked noise of pleasure. george is trying to just go with it, but it's like he's being swept up by the ocean, buffeted back under every time he gets his head above water. ( he never thought he'd be so content to drown. ) mateo teases him, and through waves of pleasure, he manages a little laugh. 'yeah, i'm not exactly known for my timing––' but his last words bleed into a moan as mateo's tongue pushes into him again. 'i–– it's––' he takes a ragged breath. 'it feels good. strange, but–– you feel... god.'

where george seemed to overthink these types of situations, and who he may be attracted to, mateo took an opposite approach, often repelling labels and just doing whatever he wanted to do. disregarding judgement ( though not entirely unaffected by it ). there were plenty of differences between him and george, but one of them was confidence. mateo often dared others to speak back to him, call him names, bully him in some way, and few stepped up to the challenge. george was simply a nice guy who didn't know how to fight back against those that decided he was an easy target. his softness had been one of the things that ultimately drew mateo so close to george. it wasn't something he was used to having - no one was gentle with the ex convict, knowing that the dog's bite was worse than his bark. but george stuck around. despite mateo's previously harsh words. despite his lack of experience with this type of thing. despite, despite, despite.

in a way, mateo saw this as a way of giving back everything that george had already given him. it's not something mateo thought he could admit aloud, but he appreciated, not just the other man's openness, but his patience, as well. it would have been easy for george to give up on mateo after the first few times mateo had snapped at him. but he didn't. he stuck around. mateo couldn't name anyone else who had done the same. so making george feel good was mateo saying thanks, somewhat. but it was also for him. it had been so long since he'd actually enjoyed having sex with someone - being intimate ( vulnerable ) with someone - and why shouldn't he get to enjoy it, too? mateo is nervous in his own way, but he's better at hiding it than george is.

mateo can't help the smirk that touches his lips, tongue pressing slightly into george before he pulls away, kissing along george's ass as the other man begins to ramble. 'nah - keep talkin', pretty boy,' mateo murmurs. where once he couldn't wait for george to shut up, now he wanted to hear what george had to say. he wanted to know how george thought this felt. teeth bare and he gently nips at the tender skin below george's tailbone, hand working against george's length, a bit faster, but not enough to rush. 'out've all the times you could've chosen to shut up, now's not th'right one,' mateo chuckles before sinking back down, tongue once again licking george's rim, tip of tastebuds pressing inside.

[gr4nted]

he’s young. he’s an intern. you’re his teacher. she’s repeated the mantra over and over again silently for weeks now. his temper had aggravated her from the beginning, and she’ll admit she was initially swayed by his rumored past — but she could see the talent in him. what began as singling him out to teach him a lesson turned into a real interest in fostering his abilities. he could lean into cardiothoracic surgery and make it all the way to the top, if he wanted to.

she brushes it off at first, the intensity of his gaze. the line that blurs with each successful surgery completed together. but by the end of the month, there is no denying the space he occupies in the back of her mind. she cannot let it continue.

as they remove their caps and gloves in the scrub room, another successful surgery under their belts, excitement still lingers in the air. “congratulations. you did great work in there, rivera.” she’s finishes up washing her hands, then hesitates. tell him he’s off your service. he’s earned it. the words are still forming as she turns around to find him brimming with the thrill of it all just inches away. his mouth is on hers before she gets the chance to speak. she grasps for him despite the voice in the back of her head reminding her how wrong this is, desperate as their tongues meet and part. she breathes a soft moan against his mouth, fighting for rational thought. “we can’t stay in here,” she whispers breathlessly. “there’s a surgery scheduled.”

@slashfiiction : [ FRENCH KISS ] ― mateo kisses mellie with tongue.

[ephemaeraltouch]

for someone about to get his ass eaten by another man, george really does spend a lot of time telling people he isn't gay. and he's not. not exactly. he's been with guys before, but always a little drunk. always at parties. always like it was some dirty little secret. and he supposes it always kind of was. it wasn't exactly that he was ashamed of it, but... he didn't really know where he fit. he definitely did like women. and he'd heard about bisexuality, but he'd also heard it pretty exclusively in the same sentence as 'faking it' and 'attention whore' and 'actually just gay.' he'd never dated another man. it was pretty much just fooling around and experimenting, never anything more. he'd been with guys, but he'd never been with guys. and if he wasn't gay, it didn't feel that important to talk about. labeling himself as bi felt like way more trouble than it was worth. and for what?

well... for this, he figures. he hadn't meant to fall in love with mateo. but that's what he's gone and done. and yeah, maybe it's early to be saying that, but george has always fallen fast. and he's always fallen hard. this is no exception. if anything, it might be even harder and faster than his usual. he's a little nervous, but it's not because he's undecided about what he wants. he always gets a little nervous with a new partner–– will they like the way he looks with his clothes off? will they like him in bed? will he come off too clingy? will this ruin everything?

but he trusts mateo. enough that a kiss is enough of an answer for him when he asks if mateo is sure. if the other man didn't want to be here, he simply wouldn't be. they'd talked a little bit about their histories, how george's experience with men wasn't very vast, had never gone beyond hands and mouths. so when mateo takes the lead, he is more than happy to let go of the wheel. his heart is in his throat in the best way as mateo lays him down, then helps maneuver him onto his knees. he's expecting mateo to sit down in front of him, to guide himself into george's mouth, but it doesn't happen. instead, mateo is kissing down the length of his spine, and before he can get past his surprise and the ensuing warmth in his chest, he's experiencing something totally new.

'oh my god.' mateo's tongue against him is far from unwelcome, but god, is it a foreign feeling. 'wow. ohhh–kay.' he gasps a little when mateo's hand goes around his cock. 'ha–– i...' he swallows thickly, eyes squeezing shut as his forehead drops down against the couch cushions. 'i'm just gonna shut up, actually.'

george o'malley: 12MM.

most relationships made their way from point a to point b without too many obstacles. unfortunately, mateo's lack of emotional awareness and his tendencies to shut people out made things much more difficult, often adding certain hurdles along the way, just to see if anyone might care enough to jump over them. it wasn't ideal - not for him, and not for anyone who happened to be interested in him - but much to the man's surprise, george had climbed and ducked and dodged his way around mateo's emotional unavailability. mateo - having had his fair share of one night stands before telling each and every one to fuck off hadn't been this intimate with another person since his late girlfriend. something had shifted ; somewhere between the olive branch george had offered toward the beginning, and the nights they shared together at joe's bar, mateo opening up further and further the longer george was kind to him. slowly, mateo had come to care for george. point a was meeting each other at the hospital, and point b was the way they kissed in the cluttered living room of mateo's rundown apartment.

it didn't take long for mateo to get george out of his clothes. the other man's are you sure about this made him chuckle a bit. they were such opposing forces, one soft, the other hardened. mateo had lifted george's chin somewhat roughly and kissed him instead of giving a vocal response, and that seemed to be enough for george. mateo takes a bit of the control, gently pushing george backward, helping to lower the other man onto his secondhand sofa. having previously discussed their levels of experience involving men, mateo didn't want to rush george into anything. but now that he understood his feelings for george, mateo was having a hard time managing how much he wanted him, in this moment.

pulling away from the kiss they shared, licking away the spit from between their lips, mateo turns george around and guides him onto his knees, spreading his legs as he pushes down against the cushions. mateo quickly takes position on the floor, kissing george's lower back, trailing downward until tongue can slide against george's entrance. hand reaches through spread legs to slowly grasp george's cock, barely moving, just enough to ease george into the feeling. tell mateo a month ago that he would be eating out george o'malley on his couch and he would have walked away. now, he nearly moans at how good george feels in his hand. @ephemaera.