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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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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.