8 Works by WriterofFluff
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Or in which Sonny doubts how beautiful he is, and Rafael lets him know just how wrong he is!
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Sonny sat down on the bed and turned to look at Rafael. "You've always been adorable. Some of us lesser people had to grow into being cute, didn't get as lucky as you!" Sonny finished with a laugh."Are you insinuating you weren't a cute child?" Rafael asked, pausing taking off his tie.
Sonny shrugged. "I was always so gangly, learning how to use theses skies I call legs, so awkward followed me for a long time. I mean heck, even now I can just manage to get myself presentable most days."
Rafael had resumed taking off his tie, hanging it over the jacket on the hanger, before pausing again. This time he turned his whole body to stare at Sonny hands on his hips.
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Rafael asked with a raised eyebrow.
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"You hang out at gay bars?" Sonny suddenly burted, honestly it just seemed odd, the idea of this man so cloaked in his three piece suits around an atmosphere of grinding bodies and club music was a juxtaposition at its core.
"Problem if I do, detective?" Barba had asked, narrowing his eyes at Sonny in silent challenge.
Sonny realized they were all staring at him and his face went red, a hand shot up to the back of his head to anxiously run through his hair.
"N-No! I just mean it's odd. An odd thought. Not the gay thing or anything! I mean uh-" He tried to explain, he didn't have a problem with Barba and his unspoken sexuality, it was in fact just another mystery to the man he argued with constantly yet looked up to like no other person he could really recall. "Just kinda weird to think of." He finished lamely, once again realizing too late how that sounded.
"Hm. Is it." Barba had said cooly.
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"I'm not gay." Elliot said miserably.
George stared at the mans back, "I know." Was all he said.
"You always have all the answers, tell me why I can't get you out of my fucking mind." Elliot turned towards him as he finished the question.
George met his eyes for a moment before he himself was the one this time to drop his gaze. He said nothing, he couldn't help biting his bottom lip.
"Well, doc?" Elliot demanded.
George sighed, wishing he had stayed in bed and not answered the fucking door.
"I don't want to upset you, Elliot," He began cautiously.
Elliot snorted in laughter and shook his head.
"You've upset me since the day I met you."
Elliot suddenly stomped up to him and pulled him from the couch, and for one worrying moment George's mind thought to itself, *He's going to beat the shit out of me*, before his eyes widened in shock as their lips came together. Slammed together more like it, Elliot knocked the wind out of him with surprise and he could do little more then let his hands fly up to broad shoulders in an attempt to not be knocked over.
And then he was kissing back, eyes closed and hands fisting into the other man's dress shirt.
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“Surprise me. You’re supposed to do that on birthday’s, right?”
“See? Told ya I’d change your mind. Now watch this.”
Then Sonny was standing, moving over to the end table by the couch and pushing a few buttons on his cell phone. Slow and sleazy saxophone music began to emit from the Bluetooth speaker, and Sonny turned back towards him, swaying his hips to the music. Long fingers slowly unbuttoned his shirt and Sonny sensually pushed it off his shoulders, letting it slide down his arms and fall to the floor in a heap. Hands on his hips, he grinned at Rafael.
The man on the couch just gave him a small smirk, eyebrows raised in interest, “Going to take a lot more than that detective. Don’t tell me an impromptu striptease is all you have.”
“Oh, you haven’t seen the surprise yet.” And Sonny’s hands were undoing his belt, pulling it methodically out of the loops one by one and tossing it aside, giving another shake of his hips as he moved towards the button on his slacks.
Any teasing words died in Rafael’s throat as Sonny slid down his trousers, revealing his surprise as he kicked off the pants and stood at full height again to admire Rafael’s response.
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"You're wearing those pants." Sonny breathed into his ear, kissing the corner of Rafael's neck.
The older man glanced down at himself, almost as if to remind himself what Sonny was talking about.
"I was working around the apartment, I wanted to be comfy." Rafael rebutted, arm reaching up to grab at one of Sonny's hands around his middle just to pull it up to his mouth to kiss. "Something wrong with that?"
"You know how I feel about these jeans." Sonny responded, nuzzling the back of Rafael's head. "These were made for much more than to just be comfy."
"Unlike some people, just because I like my clothes to fit doesn't mean I have ulterior motives." His tone tried to remain indignant, but he was tilting his head sideways to grant Sonny's lips access to the side of his neck.
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The Spanish tumbling out of Sonny's mouth was being so mutilated by his oh so charming Staten Island accent Rafael could not stop a surprised bursting laugh, a grin of his own on his face and eyes wide in shock.
"Don't laugh, I'm trying!"
"I'm sorry, just surprised me. I need to teach you how to roll your R's." Rafael ran his hands down Sonny's thighs then back to settle on his hips. "Are you actually learning Spanish.. for me?"
It was an impressive feat to look so embarrassed straddling your partner with a visible erection, but by God if Sonny wasn't accomplishing it.
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"Don't give me a hickey, detective." Rafael breathed, hands tugging at Sonny's hair as the man kissed along his neck.
"At least not where anyone can see, right?" Sonny teased, running a hand up to grip Rafael's tie and tug it loose.
PWP, the boys having fun!
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Not canon, est. relationship. Sonny/Rafael Sonny has PTSD from a hostage situation and has violent nightmares. Rafael tries to wake him with a dramatic turn of events, resulting in a very intimate moment shared. Angst with a happy ending and love, no smut this time.