for george

[atehimrightup]

There's a food truck festival in Petros Park that night, and Lee takes George mostly so he can see his face while trying new things, like squid balls and deep fried cheesecake. It's a good time and once they're full, neither of them are ready for the night to end so they wind up at a bar not far from George's place.

It's sort of mid-tier, not super nice but not a total dive, either. They get a few rounds at the bar, leaning against each other and laughing, and Lee realizes that he's drunk sort of all of a sudden, like it snuck up on him. It makes him more handsy, makes him bite at George's shoulder through the sleeve of his shirt. It makes him notice how many eyes are on George all the time.

The bartender brings them a round of tequila shots on a little tray complete with a salt shaker and lime wedges, and Lee looks up at him questioningly.

"We didn't order this," Lee tells him, and the bartender waves him off and tells him someone asked for them to be sent over. "Who?"

The bartender just shrugs and turns away to help a group of rowdy young women, and Lee glances at the shots before looking around the room a bit suspiciously. "Hm."

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[atehimrightup]

Lee nods hesitantly and almost lets George walk by him, but instead reaches out at the last second to curl a hand around the back of George’s neck and drag him in for kiss.

It’s a good kiss, hungry and passionate with lots of tongue, and Lee backs up until his ass hits the edge of the kitchen table, practically growling.

[gallowseyes]

Lee kisses him like he's hungry, and George is content to give himself over to it completely, one hand cradling the side of Lee's face. When Lee's arse hits the edge of the table, George reaches down, hooking one of Lee's long legs higher against his thigh, hitching their hips closer together.

[atehimrightup]

Lee presses one palm into the table so he can lift himself up enough to sit on the edge of it, trapping George’s hips between his thighs.

“You look so good like this,” he rasps out, kissing his way along George’s jaw and down the side of his neck, smelling the copper tang of his own blood. It’s easier to deal with, being his own, but it still makes him a little crazy. “God, I wanted to kill him.”

[gallowseyes]

He's seen Lee's reaction to blood before, but this is something new. He tips his head back, giving Lee's mouth more room to work.

"Maybe I don't need to wash my face right away," he says, teasing. "I could stay like this."

[atehimrightup]

It makes him feel a little embarrassed to have George point it out so plainly, but the feeling doesn’t stick around. George doesn’t seem to mind, and Lee is too drunk to really care.

“You could,” Lee murmurs, dragging his teeth lightly over George’s pulse. It’s such a dangerous thing that George is indulging in right now, and if Lee were a better man he might tell him to stop. But he’s not.

He kisses his way down to the open collar of George’s shirt and then takes his hand, fingertips still smeared with Lee’s blood. He leans back a little and brings George’s hand to his mouth, making eye contact as takes two fingers past his lips, cheeks hollowing as he sucks on them.

[gallowseyes]

He loves his fingers in Lee's mouth, love the way it looks, the way it feels -- hot and liquid in a way that goes right to his cock. That said, it's never been quite like this, with that dark and dizzying look in Lee's eyes. The hand still on Lee's thigh tightens, fingers on the other hand crooking slightly to fuck Lee's mouth shallowly.

[atehimrightup]

George starts to move his fingers, sliding them along Lee’s tongue and fucking his mouth, and Lee whimpers and gives a full body shiver.

He lets go of George to lean back a little, planting his palms against the table as his cock starts to tent his underwear. Once there’s no hint of blood left, Lee pulls back to take in a deep breath.

“You taste sweeter than me,” Lee rasps out, licking his lips before pulling George’s ring and pinky fingers into his mouth to give them the same treatment.

[gallowseyes]

"I don't know about that," says George, his eyes dark as he watches Lee suck his fingers. His eyes track down Lee's wiry frame to his cock, undeniable proof of just how much Lee is enjoying this.

He doesn't touch it, though. Not yet.

[atehimrightup]

Lee only nods, mouth too full to argue. He thinks about that one brief taste he’d gotten of George’s blood that night, how it was like honey on his tongue, and his eyelashes flutter at the memory, eyes rolling back into his head.

His hands ball into fists on the table and he pulls back only so he can capture George’s thumb in his mouth instead, suckling at it while looking him in the eye.

[gallowseyes]

"You look like such a pretty slut doing that," says George, his voice pitched low, soft with wonder. He'd always enjoyed fucking Lee but, over the last few weeks, something has definitely changed.

"Tell me what you want, sweet boy. Let me hear it."

[atehimrightup]

If anyone else ever called him that, Lee wouldn’t like it. But it’s different with George. Everything is so different with George. He says it with such reverence that Lee can’t help but shiver.

The demand makes him go still, cheeks flushing as he holds George’s thumb gently between his teeth. He can’t tell the truth, not right now, so he says nothing at all. He just shakes his head a little and presses his palms into the table, eyes falling shut as he sucks more eagerly at George’s thumb.

[gallowseyes]

He can usually coax Lee into it, but there's something do final about the way Lee shakes his head. Gently, George pushes the fingers of his free hand into Lee's hair, changing the angle of his head so that he can look him in the eyes.

"I want to fuck you," he admits, pushing his thumb further into Lee's mouth, against his tongue.

[atehimrightup]

George tugs lightly at his hair, pushes his thumb deeper into Lee’s mouth, and he wants so badly to bite down. Not a lot, just a little. Just enough to taste.

But he won’t. Instead he nods eagerly and leans back, letting George’s thumb fall from his mouth with a scrape of teeth. His back hits the table and he draws his knees up, resting his heels on the backs of the two chairs on either side of George’s hips.

“Then fuck me,” he breathes out, staring at the blood on George’s face as he licks the corner of his own swollen mouth, chasing the taste.

[gallowseyes]

"Not like that," admits George, his hands on Lee's slim hips. Normally, with Lee, he's more careful, always mindful of Lee's need to be treated like he's good, like he matters. Tonight, though, there's something fizzing through him, and he wonders if it might be a night they both indulge themselves.

"I want to flip you over and fuck you," he admits. "I want to fuck you so hard you feel it all day tomorrow."

[atehimrightup]

Lee’s brow furrows slightly at first, but then George keeps talking and he groans, back arching slightly as arousal courses through him.

He takes a deep breath and nods, lowering his legs and pulling himself to his feet in front of George. He moves his body with a feline grace, pulling the shirt over his head and shaking out his curls, standing in front of George with something of a challenge in his expression. “Then do it.”

[gallowseyes]

An hour ago, he watched Lee fight and, now more than ever, he's confident that Lee could stop him (or, the very least, hurt him) if he ever did anything he didn't want. It would never come to that; George intends to earn every bit of trust that he has in him.

He steps in, fingers curling in around Lee's neck to pull him in for a hungry, bruising kiss.

"What are you going to say if you want me to stop?"

[atehimrightup]

“I’ll just kick your ass,” Lee teases breathlessly, smiling and nipping at George’s bottom lip. But then he gives the question the consideration it deserves, pressing his forehead to George’s cheek for a moment.

“Off,” he says after a moment, pulling back to look at George again. He doesn’t think it’ll be an issue, but he likes that George asks him anyway. “If I say off three times, I’m tapping out.”

Lee opens his mouth and closes it again, swallowing hard and looking at George almost desperately. “Will you bite me?”

[gallowseyes]

"I believe you could," says George, mouth hitching into a crooked smile. He strokes down the side of Lee's face. He nods. "Yes," he says. "But you're going to tell me where and how hard."

He takes another kiss.

[atehimrightup]

Lee melts against George, whimpering into the kiss and clutching at George’s hips. It feels like a miracle to have found someone who understands him. Well, as much as anyone who isn’t like him can understand him.

They kiss hard, teeth catching on each other’s lips and Lee pulls back to stare at George’s obscene mouth, picturing his teeth stained pink with blood. It makes his cock throb and he feels sick, but it’s not as bad this time. George doesn’t seem to think anything is wrong with him. At least not with the information he has, and that’s enough. It’s more than he ever thought he would get.

“Are you going to keep talking about it,” Lee says with a playful challenge in his tone, quirking a brow and grabbing at George’s hips. “Or are you gonna fuckin’ do it?”

[gallowseyes]

Rolling his eyes, George steps back enough to take Lee by the hips and spin him, pressing in against him with his hips and chest, bending him at the waist. He hooks his thumbs under the waistband of Lee's underwear and drags them down around his ankles, before he lands a solid slap on one cheek of his arse.

"Spread," he says.

[atehimrightup]

Lee laughs as he’s spun around, but it dies in his throat as he’s bent over the table. There’s the tiniest flare of panic in his chest, but he reminds himself that this is George. He’s safe. This is the safest place that he could possibly be.

His breath hitches when George slaps him. It’s just enough pain for it to buzz through him, setting his nerve endings alight.

“Yes, sir,” Lee chirps out, being a brat to, perhaps, give George a taste of his own medicine. He lifts one foot and kicks his underwear aside, pressing his chest and forearms into the table as he spreads his legs and locks his knees, tilting his ass up at a needy, obscene angle.

[gallowseyes]

"Oh, I don't mind that at all," says George, his words edged with laughter, even as he smoothes a steadying hand against the small of Lee's back, stroking his thumb against his skin. "Although, technically, my Lord would be more accurate.. As an Earl." He traces the pad of his thumb down the cleft of Lee's arse, teasing against his hole. "Hm. I need to go and fetch the lube." He lands another slap. "Stay right there."

[atehimrightup]

Lee quirks a brow and smiles to himself, humming and nodding at the instruction.

“Yes, my lord,” he says in a low voice, turning his head to rest his cheek against the cool, smooth surface of the table. “Whatever you say.”

[gallowseyes]

In all honesty, he's not entirely sure how he feels about hearing that from Lee but, honestly, it works in the moment, so he doesn't correct him. On his way to the bedroom, he unbuttons his shirt, shrugging it off his shoulders and leaving it where it falls. He grabs the lube from his bedside table and pads back into the kitchen, jeans riding low on his hips. He takes in the way Lee looks, splayed out against the table like that, and he takes a moment to linger and take him in. Eating at that table is never going to be the same again.

[atehimrightup]

Lee watches as George returns to the room, shirtless and radiant, with his pants so low that Lee can make out where the hair low on his stomach gets thicker. There’s a bulge in his jeans and Lee’s mouth waters, lips red and wet.

Their eyes meet and Lee swallows hard, pressing his chest into the table and lifting his arms to cross his wrists at the small of his back.

“I’m yours for the taking,” Lee rasps out, swaying his hips as enticingly as he can manage and smirking the slightest bit. “Sir.”