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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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“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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"In the interests of full disclosure, I'm not sure how I feel about that one," says George, but he's smiling when Lee kisses him.
After they're both dry and dressed, the fire doused, he reaches out and threads his fingers with Lee's. They've held hands before but, somehow, it feels more intimate now.
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“That works,” he says as he leads them into the dense tree coverage. The sun had still been setting when they came out here and now it’s incredibly dark. Lee waits for his eyes to adjust and can’t quite help the way he moves, predatory and purposeful but careful at the same time, like a big cat.
It doesn’t take long to get back to the truck and Lee tosses the duffel into the back of it, letting go of George’s hand only so he can open the passenger door for him.
“Your majesty is probably also off the table, right?” Lee jokes, smiling warmly.
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There's a definite shift in Lee's posture, the way he carries himself, as they move through the dark but George is too tired to really process it. When Lee opens the door, he smiles, bows his head in thanks.
"Yes," he says. "Probably that one too."
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He climbs into the driver’s seat and starts the engine, feeling it rumble to life beneath them. He fiddles with the controls, putting the heater on low to warm them up.
Before shifting into gear, he turns and just looks at George for a long moment. The red marks on his face have faded but his mouth is still swollen and puffy, eyes heavy-lidded with sleepiness as his damp hair spills across his forehead. Looking at him makes Lee’s chest hurt.
He sits up and leans over to press a kiss to the corner of George’s mouth, lingering and almost chaste, then smirks as his lips brush George’s ear. “Baby.”
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It has an almost visceral affect on George -- the barely there kiss, the whispered endearment. His breath catches and his eyelashes flutter.
"That one, though," he says. "I like that one quite a bit."
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He takes his phone out of his pocket and opens the camera again, this time flipping it around to face the front. It’s probably his first time taking a selfie, as people call them, but he finds that he doesn’t want just memories of the more pornographic moments from tonight. He waits until they’re both looking at the camera and takes a few pictures, giving into the urge to turn his head a press a kiss to George’s cheek for the last one.
“Okay, let’s go,” he says as he drops the phone onto the seat between them and pulls back onto the road, settling back with one hand on the wheel and his other arm stretched out along the back of the bench seat, fingertips idly caressing the back of George’s neck.