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atehimrightup) wrote2025-07-01 11:27 am
atehimrightup) wrote2025-07-01 11:27 am
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for george
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.
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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“That’s fucking absurd. Your face is made for it,” Lee growls out, giving George a few more hard, deep thrusts before suddenly pulling out of him. He manhandles George down onto his back, spine arched due to his hands being tucked underneath him. It can’t be comfortable, but Lee doesn’t plan on leaving him that way for too long.
Lee grabs his phone and lifts a knee to straddle George’s shoulders. Despite where his cock has just been, Lee fists it and taps the head against George’s swollen lips.
“Open your fucking mouth,” Lee growls out, feeling closer to monster than man. He waits for George to comply and then shoves his cock between his lips, nudging it against the back of his throat, watching George’s eyes as he does.
“There’s a good slut,” Lee says as he opens the camera on his phone, pointing it down at George’s face as he hits record. “Maybe I should post this online, huh? Let everyone see it.”
Lee would do no such thing. He’ll never show any of these to anyone, not ever, but he’s saying a lot of untrue things right now to push George’s buttons. What’s another? “Let people come over and line up to take turns on you while I watch.”
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With his arms tied behind his back, he's helpless, pinned, but he doesn't even pretend to fight back, opening his mouth and sticking out his tongue before Lee presses his cock past his lips, slick with lube and precum. It's not the first time that he's sucked a cock that's been in his arse but, still, the humiliation of it sinks through him.
It's delicious.
Dimly, as he sucks, he's aware of Lee threatening him. If his mouth hadn't been full, he might explain that it wouldn't be the first time there was a line to fuck him. He can't say that, though. All he can do is lie there and moan as he takes what he's given.
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He just hopes that he’s doing okay. It seems like he has a lot to live up to, and he doesn’t really know how he possibly could.
Thankfully, the sweet suction of George’s mouth chases the doubt away and Lee gasps, hand trembling slightly as he holds the camera off to the side in one hand. He fists the base of his cock with the other, pulling it out of George’s mouth and slapping it against his lips a few times before stroking himself hard and fast.
He comes with a loud groan, watching with a dark, predatory gaze as come splashes across George’s plush mouth and reddened cheeks, spurts landing on his tongue and chin before Lee is finally spent. He pants harshly, taking a few pictures of George’s face before dropping the camera and shifting onto his hands and knees over George, staring down at his face like a wild thing.
After a moment, he licks George’s chin, gathering come on his tongue and feeding it into George’s mouth with a messy kiss.
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Lee comes, spurting hot and thick across George's face, his open mouth, and he nearly comes himself, on the spot. Somehow, he manages to hold onto the last scraps of his self control, trembling violently and making a soft whimpering sound as Lee kisses more come into his mouth. He'd beg, but he isn't sure he can actually use words right then.
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He sweeps his hand over George’s forehead, brushing back his sweaty hair and touching his mouth to George’s face, alternating between kisses and little kitten licks of his tongue whenever he finds a sticky spot.
“Do you want to come, baby?” Lee asks almost sweetly, pressing his elbows into the blanket next to George’s shoulder. He holds eye contact while reaching between their bodies to wrap his hand around George’s stiff cock, so hot that’s almost molten to the touch. “Ask me nicely.”
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He swallows, his eyes almost stinging when Lee wraps his hand around his cock. He nods, desperate, his lips still parted.
"Please can I come?" he mumbles. "Please?"
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Lee is still open and wet from earlier, so he positions George’s cock at his hole and sinks down onto it, gasping softly at the pressure as he settles. It’s absurdly intimate, because it’s only for the sole purpose of keeping as much of George inside of him as he can.
“Now, George,” he breathes out, tightening his body around George’s cock, so big and thick and taking up so much space inside him. “Give it to me.”
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He doesn't know what he's expecting, but it definitely isn't for Lee to slide back down onto his cock like that, to take all of him in one go. He barely lasts two heartbeats before he's coming so hard that his head spins, a tear rolling down his cheek.
Something that sounds an awful lot like Lee's name spills put of him, mumbled between curses b
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Lee feels strangely serene, holding George’s face in his hands and licking the up salty tear on his cheek, tongue following the path of it before he presses a kiss to the corner of his eye.
He kisses George on the mouth a few times, lingering in the sensation until he remembers how George’s arms are trapped beneath him. Lee pulls off of him with a hiss, shifting until he can roll George onto his side enough to tug open the knot on the shirt. He pulls it free and rolls George into his back again, holding one wrist while bringing the other to his mouth, kissing the red marks on his skin.
George looks so flushed and dazed that Lee feels a rush of pride, smiling to himself as he rubs at George’s wrists.
“You were a perfect little whore,” Lee teases in a low voice, feeling helplessly, terrifyingly fond.
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"I felt like a whore," says George, but he's smiling when he says it. He's had a lot of sex in his life, but he's not sure that he's ever had sex quite like that, ever felt quite like this after it. He lifts his head, pressing up into the kiss. "It was perfect."
He pulls Lee down for a deeper, harder kiss.
"I feel like I need to sleep for a hundred years, but I want to go in the water first." He wrinkles his nose. "Everything's sticky."
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His eyes flutter shut at the kiss and he hums, returning it hungrily.
“You read my mind,” Lee says with a laugh, nodding as he sits back on his haunches, looking George over carefully. His smile makes him look boyish, but there are red streaks in the shape of his fingers on George’s skin, and shiny smears of come.
There’s a stuttering in Lee’s chest, a warmth that he can’t put a name to flooding his entirely. He swallows hard and stands up, reaching down to offer George a hand up.
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George takes the offered hand and hauls himself up to his feet. He's got a feeling that everything has changed here -- that the world is somehow different. He pulls Lee with him towards the water.
"Come home with me after this?" he says, as he wades in.
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George’s ass disappears below the water and Lee comes up behind him, gripping his hips and kissing the top of his shoulder.
“Was anything I did too much?” He finds himself asking quietly, needing reassurance that George is fine, even though he seems high enough spirits. “I— I’m new to all this. I’ll need you to tell me if I misstep.”
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Waist deep in the water, George pauses, leaning back against Lee's bare chest. There's only an inch difference in their height. They're a good match.
"Nothing you did was too much," he says. "Overwhelming in the moment, yes, but that was by design, I think." He turns, wrapping his arms around Lee's shoulders. "I don't think I've ever come that hard."
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“Really?” Lee asks with a soft laugh, giddy and almost smug. He lifts a hand to the back of George’s head and draws him into another kiss, this one longer and softer. He gives George’s lower lip a playful nip before pulling away, backing into the water and ducking his head underneath. The water is crisp and a little biting, and George shivers as he resurfaces.
“I guess you just needed to fuck a pauper,” Lee teases warmly.
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George rolls his eyes at that before he ducks under the dark surface of the water, everything cold and crisp. He surfaces breathing a little harder.
"I don't know that it was that, necessarily," he says, drily. "But you definitely gave me something I apparently needed."
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“I don’t want it to be like that every time,” Lee says, not unkindly. “Sometimes I want to just fuck, you know? But that was—“
He cuts himself off and swallows hard, laughing a little as if he’s in disbelief. “Trust me, I’ll have no problem doing that again.”
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"I wouldn't want that every time either, by no means," says George, sinking down until his shoulders are under the water. "Sometimes, just fucking is perfect." He smiles. "But, yes...I'd have no hesitation doing any of that again."
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He’s gearing up to say something, and he knows it’s probably unnecessary. But he wants to say it anyway.
“It’s not all you are,” he breathes out, quietly and emphatically. He gives George a quick kiss on the mouth and then turns to swim into deeper water, not wanting to draw the moment out or make him uncomfortable.
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Lee says it and moves away, leaving George to think about it. He tips back his head and looks up at the sky, the stars dotted across the black.
"When I'm with you, I know that," he says, and it feels like standing on the edge of a cliff looking down to say it.
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“I know what you mean,” Lee says after a long moment, smiling ruefully. He takes a deep breath and lets his body float to the surface, staring up at the moon instead of George. The water laps just above his ears, and everything sounds muffled.
“I’ll tell you those things until I’m blue in the face while we’re playing around,” Lee tells him, spreading his arms out at his sides. “But you’ll never make me believe them, George. I see you.”
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"I've been performing for years," says George, his voice still pitched low, even though it's only the two of them for miles. He hasn't seen the stars look like this since he was at home; everything in the new world is so bright.
"You might be the first person to see through all of it."
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“There’s nothing I can do to you. Nothing I can give you,” Lee continues quietly, one corner of his mouth tugging back in a helpless, self-deprecating smile. “I’m just me. And I want you to be just you.”
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"Not all of that's true," says George, reaching for Lee when he comes closer. "But I take your point. Shall we find a bed to go to?"
He hadn't been lying when he said that he could sleep forever.
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Lee lets the fire burn as he tugs a towel from his bag and haphazardly dries himself off, handing it over to George once he’s out of the water. After pulling on his clothes, he hands George his and starts stuffing everything else into the duffel. He dumps water on the fire, extinguishing it with a hiss, and smothers it all with dirt.
“Okay,” he says as he hefts the duffel over his shoulder, glancing around the watering hole before his gaze lands on George. “It’s gonna be dark in the trees so stay close to me.”
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