for george

[atehimrightup]

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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[gallowseyes]

Still lying on the blanket, George looks at him for a long moment before he moves. He gets up onto his knees first and then, with as much grace and poise as he can muster, drapes himself across Lee'sal as instructed.

[atehimrightup]

“Good boy,” he says with a smirk in his voice. That one probably works better on him, but George still might appreciate it. “Relax.”

For a few moments, he simply sweeps his hands up and down George’s back, outlining lean muscles. He can feel George’s cock against his thigh, already getting hard again. Lee feels a little out of his depth, but eager.

“You like it when it hurts,” Lee says rhetorically, because that much is obvious. “I— there’s a part of me that likes hurting people. I’m not proud of it.”

It’s the closest he’s ever come to admitting what he is. He gets a rush from causing pain, thanks to the monster inside of him. This seems like it could be something of an outlet, a way to channel that need into something beautiful.

“But you like it,” he says again, slow and drawled from the drugs. He sounds like he’s in awe.

Lee slides his hand down to George’s ass, squeezing before suddenly drawing his hand back and slapping George’s ass harder than he’s ever dared before. The sound of it is shocking in the quiet of the night, and Lee blinks as some birds flee from an overhead tree.

[gallowseyes]

Generally not keen on being called boy in any context, he feels warmth sink through him when Lee does it. He can imagine what's going to happen, but he still lets our an undignified, startled yelp when Lee slaps his arse that hard with the flat of his hand. He's never been spanked like this before, not in this position, and he feels his face start to heat.

"Yes," he says. "I like it. Especially when it's you."

[atehimrightup]

Lee’s nostrils flare at the reaction, eyes going dark. George flails like a pinned creature but makes no effort to get away. Lee feels a little like a cat toying with a mouse, but the mouse is into it.

“But you know that I’d never actually hurt you, right?” Lee asks, sounding almost desperate. “I couldn’t ever actually hurt you. Not you.”

He gives George’s ass another slap, looking down at his skin. He’s illuminated by firelight and the moon, silver and gold, and Lee is suddenly so aroused that he feels a little dizzy.

“But I can treat you like a whore,” he adds in a harsher voice, spanking him again. “Tell me that’s what you want.”

[gallowseyes]

"I know that," says George, twisting so that he can look up at Lee. "Of course I know that." He makes a soft dive, almost grunt, at the impact of every slap. His arse is starting to sting already. His cock is almost fully hard.

"I want you to treat me like a whore."

[atehimrightup]

Lee relaxes at the reassurance and takes a steadying breath, telling himself to focus only on the task at hand. George looking at him helps with this. He’s flushed and beautiful, mouth puffy and eyes wide and trusting. That sight along is more intoxicating than anything he could smoke.

“Good,” he breathes out, lifting his other hand to roughly grab George’s chin before he can turn away, holding him firmly. His head tilts slightly as he searches George’s face, then holds eye contact with him while spanking him again, twice in rapid succession. “Because that’s all you are.”

As Lee says it, he knows it’s so far from the truth. But for this purpose, in this moment, the truth doesn’t seem to matter. He moves his hand from George’s chin to his neck, curling his hand around it and squeezing gently. Still looking him in the eye, Lee smacks him again, this time a little lower, just at the crease of his thigh. “I can feel you getting hard just from this, you slut.”

[gallowseyes]

The eye contact, combined with the slaps, is devastating. All that George can do is squirm, his eyes widening each time Lee's palm comes into contact with his skin. He can feel his cock getting hard, too. His fingers fist in the n blanket.

"You're right. It's all I am."

[atehimrightup]

Lee has to grit his teeth to keep himself from arguing when George says that, even though he said it first. He has to remind himself that this is a part of the game. He gives George a meaningful look, almost frustrated to have been put into this position because George has to know how hard this particular part of it would be for him.

But hey, he has an outlet for that now.

His grip tightens around George’s throat and he stiffens his arm, not cutting off his air too much but rendering him effectively immobile if he tries to squirm away. Lee tries not to use his unusual strength with George too often, but this seems like the right occasion.

“Whores get paid, at least,” Lee says as he lands another few blows to the roundest part of George’s ass. Even in the low light, Lee can see how red it’s getting, all that blood just under the surface. Lee runs his hand over it and finds his skin warm to the touch. “You give yourself away for free.”

A part of him still feels a little sick to say these things to George, but it’s also thrilling to find a way to get all this nasty anger out of his system. It was only minutes ago that Lee told him how he really feels, so George has to know. I think the world of you. Jesus, what’s wrong with him?

Lee spanks him again, this time because he’s embarrassed. George is a menace.

“You’re just a hole, aren’t you?” Lee says then, feeling like he’s coming to a realization of sorts. “A hole for me to use as I please. “

[gallowseyes]

Absurdly, even though he knows that Lee doesn't mean a word of it, George wants to protest, wants to tell Lee that he always got paid, one way or another... Or, at least we t, he did, before he came to Darrow. Instead, he just swallows to feel the press of Lee's hand around his neck, and let's out a sound that's a lot like a moan. What Lee says next makes his cock throb.

"Two holes," he says, unable to help himself. "If you want to be precise."

He's asking for trouble, goading Lee a little, and he knows it.

[atehimrightup]

“Oh my God,” Lee says with a helpless laugh, rolling his eyes so expansively that his head tips back. Still, it’s enough to help Lee settle into this. Whether it was his intention or not, George just confirmed that he isn’t going to take what Lee says in these moments to heart.

He presses his tongue into the corner of his mouth as he lifts his hand from George’s ass to slap his cheek instead, as if reprimanding him. It still sends a jolt of wrongness through him, hitting George in such a way, but the look on George’s face after he does it quickly chases it away.

“Don’t even get me started on this pretty hole,” Lee groans out, pressing his thumb in at George’s jaw in a way that forces his mouth open. He slaps George’s face again, not as hard as his ass but certainly enough to sting, makes sure his fingers connect with the corner of George’s mouth.

His other hand squeezes George’s neck more tightly now, enough that he won’t be able to breathe at all. George knows that this is a game and that Lee would stop at the first sign of something being wrong, but there’s still a flash of instinctive primal fear in his eyes once he realizes that he can’t get oxygen. It’s sick, but it turns Lee on so much that his cock throbs where it’s pressed into George’s stomach.

They stare into each other’s eyes as the seconds drag on. The thing is, Lee knows exactly how long it takes to end someone’s life like this. They have a ways to go yet.

George makes the softest choking sound and Lee likes it so much that he lets go of him immediately, scared of what he might do if it goes on any longer. He blinks as if he’d been in a stupor and lets out a shaky breath, palming George’s cheek and thumbing roughly at his swollen mouth.

“You make me feel fucking insane,” Lee tells him, half in the game and half out of it, smiling wryly and shaking his head a little. “I can’t believe you’re real.”

[gallowseyes]

The slaps to his face, the casual way Lee pushes into his mouth, clear his head until there's nothing but the rush of blood in his ears. Lee's hand tightens around his throat and, for a moment, he thinks of Peter Carr and panics, but he knows that he's safe here, knows that Lee wouldn't hurt him, and he can sink into the throb of his cock against Lee's thigh. When Lee lets him breath, he has to take a few deep breaths.

"All flesh and blood," he says. "And all yours."

It's not strictly true but, in the moment, it might as well be.

[atehimrightup]

“Believe me, I know,” Lee replies, laughing breathlessly at the way George seems to press all of his buttons without even realizing it. He grabs George’s chin again and gives it a fond little shake before turning his head away.

“Get up on your hands and knees,” Lee commands, smacking his ass hard a few times while urging him on. Lee slips out from underneath him and gets up on his knees, shifting until he’s positioned behind George. He leans over him and puts a hand between his shoulder blades, roughly shoving them down to the floor. “Keep your ass in the air.”

He grabs George’s wrists and crosses them behind his back, holding them there while glancing around. He ends up grabbing his discarded, stretched out t-shirt and using that to tie George’s wrists together. “You won’t need these.”

[gallowseyes]

While it's not the first time he's found himself in this exact position, it is the first time he's found himself bound while doing it. He expects to panic, when he realises what Lee is doing but, in fact, if anything, it just makes him hotter. He kneels there, cheeky pressed against the blanket, arse up and legs spread, cock and balls framed and exposed. There's no part of him that Lee can't see or touch right then, which feels appropriate, somehow. He shifts his hips, all but humping the air for a few strokes before he forces himself still.

[atehimrightup]

“Control yourself,” Lee barks out, slapping George’s hip when he sees them moving. “Fucking shameless.”

Once George goes still, Lee rocks back onto his haunches just out of his view and simply looks at him, head tilted to the side as he watches the firelight dance across George’s skin. Smirking to himself, he reaches for his phone and opens the camera, lines up the shot, and checks to make sure his phone isn’t on silent before snapping the photo. The shutter sound is loud, alerting George to what’s happening.

“Spread them wider, whore,” Lee tells him, moving in a bit closer and taking a few more photos. Even a few with the flash so the red handprints really stand out against his pale skin.

[gallowseyes]

Achingly aware of what's happening, George makes a soft sound of protest but does exactly what he's told, shuffling his knees further apart to spread his thighs wider, more thoroughly exposing himself for whatever photographs Lee wants to take of him. George hadn't thought that his face could get hotter, but it throbs. He flexes his fingers but, otherwise, manages to stay still.

[atehimrightup]

Once he’s satisfied, Lee tosses his phone aside and finds the lube instead, drizzling some directly onto George’s eager, clenching hole.

Instead of rubbing it in just yet, Lee reaches down to cup George’s balls in his hand, giving them a light squeeze. His cock is hard and leaking and Lee gives it a few strokes from between his legs.

“Do not even think about coming before I let you,” Lee tells him, seconds before roughly shoving his middle finger into George’s ass. “If I let you.”

[gallowseyes]

He's lost in the sensation of it: lube trickling between his cheeks, and the sting of his skin, the pulse of his cock, and then Lee's finger inside him. He groans softly, nodding his head, his cheek rubbing against the blanket.

"I'll be good," he says. "I don't come. I promise."

[atehimrightup]

George looks completely blissed out, flushed and dazed, and it makes Lee feel on top of the world. Like he could do fucking anything.

“If you want my cock, you’re going to have to ask me nicely,” Lee tells him, leaning in to touch his mouth to a ruddy spot on George’s ass, feeling the heat against his lips. And then he gives into the urge to bite him, practically growling as he holds a bit of flesh between his teeth. It’s not hard enough to break skin, but it’s harder than he’s dared before.

“I want to hear that pretty posh voice of yours begging for it,” he says, dragging his tongue over the bite mark as he keeps one finger hooked possessively inside George’s body.

[gallowseyes]

Lee bites him hard, hard enough that it has to have left a mark, hard enough to make him tell, the sound shockingly loud among the quiet trees. He nods again, his eyes shut.

"I want it," he says, his voice trembling slightly. "Your cock. Anywhere I can have it. In any hole I can have it. Your fucking beautiful cock. Please, Lee. Christ."

[atehimrightup]

George yells and Lee jerks his head up to look at his face, searching for signs that he went too far. But none come, so Lee breathes out in relief.

Lee gets up onto his knees behind George, hands firm on his hips as he watches George’s face. He’s so fucking beautiful, and he’s begging for him. It’s absurd, and makes Lee feel a little like he’s living in a dream.

Usually he spends more time with prep, but now he slicks up his cock with a messy amount of lube and lines himself up. He taps the head of his cock against his hole a few times, nudging just the head inside and pulling it free just to hear the sound George will make at the teasing.

“Such a sweet little hole,” Lee breathes out, nudging just the tip in and pausing for a moment before snapping his hips forward and burying his cock as deep as it can go. He groans in pleasure and slaps his hands down onto George’s hips to yank him backward, keeping him pinned on Lee’s cock. He isn’t quite as big as George, but he knows it’s still a lot to take all at once. “And it’s all mine.”

[gallowseyes]

Lee pushes all of the way into him, and George groans, trembling with the effort of staying still, because Lee hasn't told him that he can move. Lee gives him a moment to adjust, and he appreciates that. He kneels there, breathing through his nose, and then he nods.

"All yours." In that moment, he means it completely.

[atehimrightup]

“Show me how much you need it,” Lee says as he stills his hips and drops his hands at his sides. “Fuck yourself on my cock.”

He takes a steadying breath and puts his hands behind his back to try and resist the urge to touch him. “Make it good for me. Make yourself useful, whore.”

[gallowseyes]

The angle that he's at makes it slightly awkward, but he doesn't need to be told twice. He immediately starts to rock his hips, fucking himself on Lee's cock. He forces himself to move slower, to work himself over every inch.

"I want it so much," he says.

[atehimrightup]

It’s not an easy thing for George to do at this angle, with his hands tied behind his back, but somehow he still makes it look graceful. Lee is in awe of him, glad that George currently can’t see the awed, slack-jawed look on his face.

“I know you do, baby,” Lee assures him, finally taking pity on him and grabbing him by the hips, stilling him with Lee’s cock as deep as it can be. Lee stays there for a moment and then puts weight on George’s hips, pinning him down as he starts to fuck him with deep, hard thrusts. “It’s all yours. Tell me how it feels.”

[gallowseyes]

Lee calls him baby, and it sinks through him, finds some long neglected part of him in which to make its home. He'll examine the way it makes him feel later. Just as the muscles in his thighs are starting to burn, Lee takes hold ofhim, holds him as he starts to fuck him. Asked how it feels, he struggles to articulate it for a long moment, lost in the way it feels to have Lee's cock plunging in and out of him.

"Big," he says, finally because it does. "Full. Perfect."