Being Human FanFiction

Title: Provocations. Chapter Two: Unanticipated...

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Being Human plot or characters. This is purely just a work of fanfiction.

Summary: Straight after the events of the concluding night of the final episode of season one, this follows the relationship of Mitchell and George from that night onwards. Mitchell finds himself in love, lusting after George, who is confused and oblivious to his attraction to Mitchell.

Spoilers: Carries on from S01E06

Notes: Hey everyone sorry for the late edition of chapter 2! Been super busy with Uni, will give more time to this, thank you all for all your hits and comments, if you like this comment and let me know, also stuff you don't like either. Cheers everyone :D

Chapter Two: Unanticipated...

With a deep breath, George throws off his duvet and sluggishly gets out of bed, still feeling half asleep and zombie-like. He stumbles over to his wardrobe, grabs some underwear and some jeans for the day, and strips off his light blue flanalette pajamas. As he stands naked in his room, a gentle knock comes from his bedroom door. He stumbles around fumbling with his underwear in a panic, and he hears another gentle knock on his door, this time with a whisper "George... George are you awake?" George gives up with the underwear and jumps back into bed "yes, come in.."

Mitchell opens the door ajar and peeks through, and stands in the doorway holding a cup of tea and explaining "Morning... Annie was bringing you in a cup of tea, but I said I could take it in because I need to talk to you. You know, about last night.." George stutters "oh, o- okay" Mitchell walks in and closes the door behind him.

Mitchell starts walking around in a circle as he is trying to articulate his words "Well, last night, I just want you to know that while you..." George started to tune out from what Mitchell was saying. He laid in bed, staring at his friend struggling to say what was on his mind. As he talked, George heard no words, and was fixated on watching his teeth. His perfect white teeth and the smile they made as Mitchell looked at George. From there he could see his muscles in his arms from under the sleeves of Mitchells t-shirt. As Mitchell was moving his hands around using gestures, he could see the built muscles in his arms clenching and moving around. George followed the big vein in his hand, up his arm, and noticed he found himself gazed on his eyes. George was staring into his eyes, completely oblivious to the outside world. He found himself thinking how sexy they were, and found himself gazing at his body, up and down.

"George? George, are you listening?" Mitchell said abruptly as he noticed George blankly staring at him. "Oh y-yes, i'm just a-a bit, um, sleepy. Sorry" George stammered awkwardly, thinking he had been caught out lusting after him. "Thats okay, look at me! Heres your tea!" Mitchell realised that after all his talking he is still holding George's tea. As he leans over to give it, George reaches out for it and accidently knocks it from Mitchell's hand. "Ouch, fuck!" George shrieked as the hot tea burns his skin and soaks his duvet. Mitchell instinctly rips the duvet off George, to stop burning him and to clean him up. Mitchell is surprised to see that George has a solid rock hard erection.

George, embarrased, snatches the duvet from Mitchells hand to cover himself up. George immediately looked nervous and his face lit up a bright red. "Oh, George.." Mitchell muttered. He leant out and grabbed George's hand, but he embarrasingly pulled his hand out of Mitchell's, "What are you doing?" "Trust me" Mitchell replied, taking Georges hand in his own. He slowly lifted his hand towards his body, and placed Georges hand on his jeans on his inner thigh. Their eyes connected, Mitchell slowly guided Georges hand up his thigh and let his hand go. George making a little moan under his breath continued his hand up and could feel Mitchell's semi hard erection through his jeans. He felt around, rubbing it up and down, as he felt it grow and become solid. George smiled and had a little grin on his face.

"You're so sexy" Mitchell said softly under his breath. George grabbed the top of Mitchell's jeans and pushed the button out at the top, and grabbed the zip and slowly pulled it down, as he did he felt the pressure on the zip from Mitchell's hard cock. George slowly pulled down the jeans to Mitchell's knees. Mitchell kicked the jeans off and crawled onto the bed, as George leant back up against the headboard. Mitchell had his palms and knees on the bed, on each side of George's legs. He slowly made his way up George's legs, until he was sitting on his thighs. George, nervous and shaking a little, was frozen still.

Mitchell run his fingers through George's short hair, placing his hand on the back of his neck as he leant in to Georges face. Their eyes locked on each others, a quick moment passed, but felt like an eternity. As their eyes closed, their lips met. Firstly a soft touch, the lips parted as they could feel each others tongues. Initially soft and gentle, but became rough and wild. With both running their hands over each others bodies. George could feel Mitchell pushing into him, rubbing against his hard cock using his own body.

George opened his eyes from the long, passionate kiss, and found himself lying on his back, under the duvet, alone. He moans a little and looks around the room, and noticed Mitchell is gone, and there is no tea mug on his side table. He looks down at his erection under the duvet, and realises what has happened. Confused and shocked about it, he sighs gloomy and reaches next to his bed for a towel to clean up his mess.