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There's this swimming hole that Lee found on one of his long walks through the woods. It doesn't seem like many people know about it, hidden within a thick copse of trees. The water seems relatively clean, and Lee has spent more nights there as the weather gets warmer.

Nearby is an old cabin that looks as if it's been abandoned and Lee thinks about breaking a window to get inside, but something always stops him. Peering through the dusty window is like looking into a time capsule. Or a tomb. There's something about the place that sets his lizard brain on edge, like there's something bigger and scarier than a predator like him lurking nearby. Mostly, he leaves the place alone.

It's another balmy night and Lee pulls on a pair of cut off denim shorts and a tee, preparing to head out on his own. As he reaches for the doorknob, he pauses and pulls his phone out of his pocket to send a text to George. He feels a bit territorial over the spot and doesn't necessarily want to share, but George is exempt from that. George seems to be exempt from most of Lee's rules.

Do you want to go somewhere with me? I can be in front of your place in ten minutes.

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“Perfect,” Lee coos, reaching out to cup George’s cheek, thumbing at his obscene mouth. “You’re perfect.”

He watches the screen as he shoves his thumb into George’s mouth, lips closing around the digit like he just can’t help himself. No one else will ever see this video, but Lee knows he’ll get a lot of use out of it.

Eventually he stops the recording and tosses his phone aside, focusing all of his attention on George. He puts one hand on the back of George’s head and the other around the base of his own cock, guiding it back into George’s mouth.

“Be a good boy,” Lee tells him, letting his hand fall from his cock as he rocks his hips up, fucking George’s mouth. “Moan for me. Let me hear how much you love having my cock in your mouth.”

George goes back to sucking Lee's cock eagerly, moaning loudly, the sound muddled by the weight of Lee's cock on his tongue. It feels obscene doing it outside, under the sky, even though he knows there's no-one around to hear.

Even if there was, George has fucked in front of people before. It wouldn't make any difference.

“Fuck, you love this so much,” Lee gasps out, in awe of the sight before him. He groans, twisting his fingers in George’s hair and pulling as he fucks into his mouth.

He keeps going until he’s so, so close and then pulls on George’s hair hard enough to yank his head back, letting Lee’s cock fall from it and denying them both.

“Look at you. Like a dog trying to get back at a bone,” Lee teases, watching as George’s mouth strains toward his cock. He’s tempted to let him, but instead he shifts his weight and draws his knees up, heels against the blanket as he spreads his legs wide, hips tilting up as he lifts one long leg to drape it over George’s shoulder.

“Now hold my ass in your hands and lick me open,” Lee commands, and that gets him blushing, too. That isn’t something that was ever done to him much before George, and Lee has come to love it very much. “I want it wet and messy.”

Lee's cock slips out of his mouth with an audible pop and, for a moment, all George can do is pant for breath.

"Right now I'd let you put a collar on me if that was what you fucking wanted," he says, and then he's scrambling to follow the next order -- cupping Lee's arse with both hands and spreading him so that he can lick and suck between his cheeks.

“Now there’s an idea,” Lee breathes out, letting out a low chuckle that turns into a moan when George obeys him, grabbing his ass and licking so eagerly at the spot no one else gets to touch. There is no one else he trusts enough.

Lee feels both in charge and helpless all at once, shoulders digging into the blanket as George holds his hips aloft, feasting on him like a starving man put in front of a hearty meal.

“Fuck, that feels good. Keep going, puppy,” Lee teases, fisting his hands in the blanket as he cries out in pleasure.

George rolls his eyes fondly at that, but he also doesn't protest, focusing on the task at hand. He teases his tongue against muscle until he feels it start to relax and then he works his tongue inside, fucking Lee's ass obscenely. He moans again, pulling back slightly so that he can spit directly into Lee's hole before he goes back to work.

“Ohhh, my God,” Lee breathes out, eyes rolling back into his head when George spits on him. It’s obscene, raw and filthy, and it makes Lee’s cock leak messily all over his belly.

For awhile, all he can do is lie back and take it, toes clenching as George’s tongue presses in past that tight ring of muscle. It feels a little like he could come just from this, from the obscene pleasure and being the center of George’s whole universe in this moment. It’s overwhelming.

“Okay, okay, stop,” he barks out after awhile, chest heaving as he blinks dazedly up at the night sky. He licks his lips and lets his legs fall from George’s shoulders, groaning when he looks at his face. His mouth his swollen, eyes so dark they’re nearly black, and Lee feels his cock give an eager lurch.

With a groan, he shifts until he can get up onto his knees, reaching over to dig a bottle of lube from his bag and shuffling forward until they’re nearly mirroring each other.

“I want you to finger me until I come. Don’t touch my cock,” he says as he leans in to drag his tongue over George’s lips, sucking hard at the bottom one before releasing it with a pop, shoving the bottle into his hands. “I’ve never come like that before. Think you can make it happen?”

He’s pretty sure that George will rise to the challenge.

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Pleasantly drifting as George finds himself, as far away from coherent speech as he is, that question still earns Lee a look. Because of course he can do that. First, though, he needs Lee in a different position. He guides him until he's head down and arse up, knees shuffled wide on the blanket. He lubes his fingers and goes straight to work, rubbing him until he can start to work one inside.

Lee finds himself a little surprised at the way George manhandles him into position, but he certainly isn’t complaining. He gets onto all fours easily, and his only regret is that he can’t see George’s face.

Instead he looks into the woods, the tree limbs gently swaying in the balmy breeze and the stars shining above them, brighter out here in the clean air, away from the light pollution of the city.

It’s so beautiful, all of it, and he moans when George’s finger breaches him with very little resistance. Lee wants him there and his body seems to open up eagerly, hips tilting to offer his ass up shamelessly.

"That's it," murmurs George, softly encouraging as he works that first slick finger into Lee's ass and starts to fuck him smoothly. "That's so good." He smooths his other hand along Lee's spine. Almost immediately, he starts to add a second finger. "How many are you going to take for me?"

Lee can’t help but to notice the different ways they speak to each other in these situations now. They’ve been doing this long enough that they’ve learned how the other works, and what weaknesses to exploit.

“Oh, you fucker,” Lee says with a fond and breathless laugh, almost embarrassed by just how much George’s steady, reassuring voice makes him feel like jelly.

“How many is it gonna take to make me come?” He retorts, moving his hips in a lazy figure eight while looking back over his shoulder.

George laughs at that, a clear, warm sound and fucks Lee with two fingers, the other hand resting in the small of his back.

"Honestly? I could do it with one, but three or four will feel amazing," he says, speaking from personal experience. "Won't try forn my whole hand this time."

“This time,” he repeats with a laugh, shaking his head and lowering himself to his elbows. It changes the angle enough that George’s fingers hit just the right spot, rendering Lee stiff and breathless as pleasure jolts up his spine.

“I can take four,” he says once he can form words again. He wants to know what it’s like, if George says it feels so good, but he’d be lying if he didn’t say that a small part of it was because he wants to impress George, maybe elicit some more of that warm praise.

"Yes, you can," says George, grinning, shifting his position slightly on his knees. He starts to work a third finger into Lee's ass, his free hand still on the small of his back, thumb stroking against his skin. Once he's got three in to the knuckle, he spreads them slightly so that Lee will feel the stretch, and then he angles his wrist just so, so he hits that spot with every thrust.

"How does that feel?"

Two fingers become three and Lee groans, dropping his head between his shoulders. It stings a little, but it’s not unpleasant, not even when George spreads out his fingers.

He’s given a few moments to adjust and then George starts fucking him in earnest, striking his prostate every time. Lee shudders and claws at the blanket, moaning as he rocks back to meet each thrust.

“It feels so good,” he pants out, and his voice is practically a sob. His cock is leaking, throbbing between his legs, but he doesn’t touch it. Instead he focuses on the pleasure deep within him, burning white hot and seeming to spread through his veins. The persistent stimulation is nearly overwhelming, but he just breathes through it, thighs shaking a little. “Fuck, George. It feels better than I thought it would.”

"That's good," says George, his voice pitched to be soothing as he fucks Lee's ass. "You're so good. Look at how well you take it."

He turns his hand slightly, lining up his littlest finger. The way the power has shifted between them makes his head spin gloriously. "Be a good boy and ask for what you want."

Lee feels awash in sensation and so, so close to orgasm. If his cock was so much as breathed on, he would come. But he continues to ignore it, rocking shamelessly back against George’s hand.

And then it pauses, going still, and Lee almost whines until he feels George’s little finger nudging at his stretched tight hole. It feels impossible that anything else would fit, but Lee trusts him.

He whimpers at the command and takes a deep and shaky breath, back arched obscenely. He feels embarrassed for how much he likes it when George gets like this, but he knows that he’s in good hands b

“Can I please have another finger? I can do it,” He chokes out, squirming a little to try and get more pressure on his prostate. “I can be so good.”

"I know you can do it, sweetheart," says George, and his voice is warm, gentle, even as he's twisting his hand, working that fourth finger into Lee's ass. He strokes the other hand from Lee's hip, down his thigh and back, squeezing, holding him in place. "Be a good boy and don't come until I tell you, okay? I want you to wait."

It’s so stupid how well that works on him. Lee knows it is, knows that it’s probably some sort of weakness on his part, but he can’t help it. George has figured out how to stoke this tiny little ember somewhere inside of him, one sorely neglected for his entire life, and make it come ablaze.

All four fingers sink into him and Lee’s breath hitches, shivering at the burn. It hurts enough to make him whimper, but the burn quickly melts away and all he feels is good.

“Fuck,” he stutters out, nodding before letting his cheek come to rest on the blanket, ass in the air like he’s a cat in heat. He can’t help but to think how much he’d be letting his dad down in that moment, and he almost laughs.

When George tells him not to come, Lee simply nods and closes his eyes, feeling a little spaced out, like he’s floating. Every nerve ending in his body is screaming, but it’s somehow so relaxing at the same time. He’s never trusted anyone like this, not once in his life.

"Look at that," says George, his tone soft, almost wondering. "Look at how good you are. That's fucking beautiful."

He's careful with Lee now, fucking him with four fingers, working him open. He keeps his free hand stroking over Lee's skin, his thigh, his back. Eventually, he presses his fingers as deep as he can and lets them sit.

"Do you want me to let you come?" he asks. He knows the answer but he wants to hear it.

If asked, Lee couldn’t say how long it goes on. He’s just awash in it all, marveling over how anything could possibly feel this good. He didn’t even know that sex could be like this in general, let alone between two men.

“I didn’t know it could be like this,” he breathes out. Maybe he’s said that already, but he feels like he’s in awe.

“Please let me,” he says as he pushes himself back up onto his elbows, nodding and turning to look over his shoulder, wanting desperately to see George’s face.

God, Lee looks beautiful right then, on hands and knees, his eyes big and wet, lips parted. George fucks him for another stroke and then he drags his fingers out of him.

"Get on your back," he says. "You're going to make a mess for me and I want to be able to lick it up."

George’s fingers leave him suddenly and Lee all but howls in protest of the sudden emptiness. He spends half a second wondering if he did something wrong, but George cuts off that line of thinking immediately.

Lee turns over and lands on his back, legs splayed open shamelessly on either side of George’s thighs. His beauty takes Lee’s breath away, and Lee stares at him as he heaves in a deep breath, cock so red and hard that it hurts.

“Please,” he breathes out plaintively. He’s begging, but no one has made him do it. He just wants it that badly. “George, please.”

Later, he'll wish he'd had the presence of mind to take a picture on his phone because Lee looks so beautiful in the moonlight. He doesn't though. Instead, he leans over Lee, catching his weight on one hand as he shifts the other between them, pressing two fingers back into Lee's arse, searching for that spot inside.

"Come on," he murmurs, eyes fixed on Lee's face. "Come for me."

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