Aftersex pancakes? :D?

[familylovehim]

Michael woke up.. feeling very warm. Which was strange because he was still in New York, wasn't he? Looking around for the offending object that had woken him, he snatched his phone off the table and flipped it open to shut it up. But it wasn't a call. I was like, 8 trillion text messages from his brother GOB. Rolling his eyes, he put the phone on silent, double-checking to make sure George Michael hadn't called.

And that's when everything from the previous night came back to him, all at once. He couldn't help the smile that came over his face as he laid in her bed and stared at the ceiling. He had a conference today but not for a few hours yet. And they weren't even important meetings -- he had come out here in the Michael-version of a vacation, after all.

Upon further inspection, he realized he was alone in bed, and he could hear the shower running. Begrudgingly, he decided to get up and find something useful to do.

He pulled on his slacks and padded off to the kitchen in search of some breakfast. Some investigation yielded a box of pancake mix and some eggs. Shrugging, he set to work.

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[isdisarming.livejournal.com]

"Good, because you looked like you were about to bolt for the door." Wiping her hands off on a towel, she walked back to the mused bed, and started to pick up clothes.

"How do you like, New York? Have you done anything fun, or just dick around the hotel all day?"

[doomedtoinherit.livejournal.com]

"It's.. weird," he said after a bit, biting his lip. "I've never really been to the east coast before."

George Michael nodded, then realized that sounded like he was dissing the city.

"Not that I don't like it! It's just... very different from California. And we're not staying in a hotel. The company has a model home here we're staying at. It's always so weird to stay in the other ones because they look just like our house!"

He forced a laugh, hoping he wasn't being ultimately strange.

[4theloveofbluth.livejournal.com]

Michael came back into the room, a little upset with himself he hadn't brought the tie that matched this suit better. At least it didn't clash, he thought, walking out into the kitchen and shoving the rest of his belongings into George Michael's hands.

"Alice, do you have sandwich.. things?" he asked distractedly, looking at his watch and calculating how much time he had before he absolutely had to leave.

[isdisarming.livejournal.com]

At the sight of the suit, Alice let out a low whistle, he did look really good all dressed up. Grinning, she walked over to him, a hand moving up his back as she reached up on her toes, whispering in his ear. "You look good enough to eat Michael."

She didn't care what George Michael saw, he probably figured out by now that they had slept together.

Very slowly she moved over to the fridge and started to take out lunch meat and various things to make sandwiches with.

[4theloveofbluth.livejournal.com]

Michael blushed, hoping George Michael hadn't heard her. Sure, he was a bright kid and all, but it was one thing to know something.. another entirely to see it.

He knew that all too well.

Smiling idly, he made George Michael a quick ham and cheese and made himself a roastbeef something (he wasn't really paying attention).

He motioned for George Michael to sit at the bar and sat next to him, picking up the paper he had been distracted from this morning and began skimming it.

"I have 20 minutes before I have to leave..." That wasn't enough time to bring George Michael back to the model home. "Do you mind hanging out in the waiting room? I don't think this meeting is going to get too serious."

[doomedtoinherit.livejournal.com]

George Michael nodded, eating his sandwich quietly.

"Unless... could I stay here?" he asked suddenly, eyes flicking from his father to Alice.

What? He was curious.

Turning to Alice outright, he asked, "Would you mind?"

[isdisarming.livejournal.com]

"Of course I don't mind, I was about to suggest it. There's no reason why you have to sit around a waiting room for God knows how long."

Opening the fridge, she took out a diet coke and cracked it open. Taking a sip she grinned suddenly.

"We'll have fun."

[4theloveofbluth.livejournal.com]

Michael had the decency to look terrified, but he supposed it was out of his hands anyway. He turned to George Michael to say something fatherly like "be on your best behavior" but the kid always was anyway. And besides, he was what 15? 16? Nothing Michael could do would really change him now.

Another thing Michael had learned from experience.

"I'm sure you guys will," he settled on instead, giving Alice a brief kiss before grabbing a soda and heading out.

[isdisarming.livejournal.com]

Alice lent up and returned the kiss, her fingers moving over his stomach as he pulled away. Once they were alone, she moved from the fridge and to the counter. Arms crossed and she placed them on the counter top and lent forward.

"Well, you are all mine now. Is there something you've always wanted to do, or should we pretend to be tourists?"