FIC: "Happiness", Don Cragen/George Huang
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rwryterTitle: Happiness
Pairing: Cragen/Huang
Summary: It’s Huang’ birthday
Rating: G, maybe PG
Warnings: None
Author's Note: I made up the curry thing. I also made up the last bit; no idea how Huang would react to that. Many thanks to Sara for reading over this and pointing out I meant “Don” rather than “done”.
“George?” Don called as he opened the door to their apartment. There was no reply. He frowned. George should have been home by then. He flicked on the kitchen light. Someone had washed the breakfast dishes, so George had been here.
The living room was dark, and Don groped for a lamp, cursing quietly when he stubbed his toes on the leg of an end table. Switching on the lamp, he saw George curled on the couch, his shoes kicked off, tie loosened, and shirtsleeves rolled up, looking far more like an exhausted little boy than a brilliant psychiatrist. A stack of folders sat on the table Don had kicked. He shook his head.
“So much for taking you out to dinner tonight.”
He slipped his arms around his beautiful sleeping man and carried him into their bedroom. George barely stirred when Don gently stripped him down to his briefs and carefully covered him with a light blanket. He carefully closed the door behind him. In the kitchen, he hit the speed dial for a nearby Thai place.
George wandered out as Don was putting away the remaining chicken and vegetable curry and rice.
“Did you move me?”
“Yeah. Are you hungry?”
George crossed to Don and wrapped his arms around the other man’s waist, peering into the fridge.
“Is that curry?”
“Would I fail to order it for you?”
George shivered, leaning into Don’s warmth. Between the tile floor against his bare feet and the open refrigerator, the cold was giving him goosebumps.
Don pushed gently at him. “Go put something on before you freeze. I’ll heat this for you.”
George reappeared a few moments later. One of Don’s sweatshirts fell halfway down his thighs, and the sleeves were rolled back to his wrists. Don shook his head.
“I wish you wouldn’t do that when you’re about to eat.”
“Why not?”
“I’m not thinking about food anymore.” He handed the bowl to George. “Why were you asleep on the couch at eight?”
George mumbled a reply around a mouthful of jasmine rice.
“I didn’t understand a word of that.”
George swallowed. “It was still light out when I fell asleep. I’ve had too many late nights and early mornings lately, and I probably haven’t been getting enough of you.”
“That reminds me…” Don picked up an envelope from the counter and handed it to George. “Happy birthday, George.”
“I didn’t think you remembered.” George set his bowl on the counter and worked his finger under the envelope’s flap, peeling it open. The normally phlegmatic doctor gasped when he saw what was inside, and launched himself at Don, wrapping his arms around Don’s neck, kissing any part of Don’s face he could reach.
Don grinned. “So you like it?”
“They’re tickets to Lucerne! How could I fail to love it?”
“It’s so good to see you happy.”
George looked up at him, surprised. “I’m always happy when I’m with you.”
Don put his arms around George’s waist and kissed him soundly.
Pairing: Cragen/Huang
Summary: It’s Huang’ birthday
Rating: G, maybe PG
Warnings: None
Author's Note: I made up the curry thing. I also made up the last bit; no idea how Huang would react to that. Many thanks to Sara for reading over this and pointing out I meant “Don” rather than “done”.
“George?” Don called as he opened the door to their apartment. There was no reply. He frowned. George should have been home by then. He flicked on the kitchen light. Someone had washed the breakfast dishes, so George had been here.
The living room was dark, and Don groped for a lamp, cursing quietly when he stubbed his toes on the leg of an end table. Switching on the lamp, he saw George curled on the couch, his shoes kicked off, tie loosened, and shirtsleeves rolled up, looking far more like an exhausted little boy than a brilliant psychiatrist. A stack of folders sat on the table Don had kicked. He shook his head.
“So much for taking you out to dinner tonight.”
He slipped his arms around his beautiful sleeping man and carried him into their bedroom. George barely stirred when Don gently stripped him down to his briefs and carefully covered him with a light blanket. He carefully closed the door behind him. In the kitchen, he hit the speed dial for a nearby Thai place.
George wandered out as Don was putting away the remaining chicken and vegetable curry and rice.
“Did you move me?”
“Yeah. Are you hungry?”
George crossed to Don and wrapped his arms around the other man’s waist, peering into the fridge.
“Is that curry?”
“Would I fail to order it for you?”
George shivered, leaning into Don’s warmth. Between the tile floor against his bare feet and the open refrigerator, the cold was giving him goosebumps.
Don pushed gently at him. “Go put something on before you freeze. I’ll heat this for you.”
George reappeared a few moments later. One of Don’s sweatshirts fell halfway down his thighs, and the sleeves were rolled back to his wrists. Don shook his head.
“I wish you wouldn’t do that when you’re about to eat.”
“Why not?”
“I’m not thinking about food anymore.” He handed the bowl to George. “Why were you asleep on the couch at eight?”
George mumbled a reply around a mouthful of jasmine rice.
“I didn’t understand a word of that.”
George swallowed. “It was still light out when I fell asleep. I’ve had too many late nights and early mornings lately, and I probably haven’t been getting enough of you.”
“That reminds me…” Don picked up an envelope from the counter and handed it to George. “Happy birthday, George.”
“I didn’t think you remembered.” George set his bowl on the counter and worked his finger under the envelope’s flap, peeling it open. The normally phlegmatic doctor gasped when he saw what was inside, and launched himself at Don, wrapping his arms around Don’s neck, kissing any part of Don’s face he could reach.
Don grinned. “So you like it?”
“They’re tickets to Lucerne! How could I fail to love it?”
“It’s so good to see you happy.”
George looked up at him, surprised. “I’m always happy when I’m with you.”
Don put his arms around George’s waist and kissed him soundly.
