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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[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.”

[gallowseyes]

God, no part of George is prepared for Lee plahing up to this so hard.He shouldn't be surprised, not really, but something in him is, all the same.

"You are, aren't you?" he says, walking behind Lee. Before he squeezes lube onto his fingers, he leans down and spts onto Lee's hole, watching it run down the cleft of his arse. "Keep your hands where they are." He rubs the tip of a slick finger over Lee's hole, teasing, before he starts to ease one finger into him. "Tell me where you want your first bite."

[atehimrightup]

“Completely,” he breathes out, hips twitching when George spits on him. It shouldn’t be so hot, but apparently anything related to George and bodily fluids gets him going.

George’s finger eases into him and Lee’s mouth opens against the slick surface of the table. His hot breath leaves a visible mark against it, and he presses his wrists hard into the small of his back.

“First?” Lee asks tentatively, perhaps hopefully. That implies more than one, and Lee squirms a little as he thinks. So many possibilities. “Fuck. My hip.”

[gallowseyes]

"First," echoes George, pressing his finger deep into Lee's arse, and then crouching so that he can get his mouth to his hip, kissing and sucking at the skin there before he nips it between his teeth. He knows that Lee wants him to bite him hard -- he doesn't think he can bring himself to break the skin, but he tries to give Lee what he wants, even though he's nominally the one in charge right now.

[atehimrightup]

George doesn’t bite him hard, not really, but it’s still enough to make him moan. He turns his head to press his forehead against the table, vaguely ashamed of just how much he likes it and wanting to hide his face.

“Thank you,” he breathes out raggedly, thighs trembling a little, “sir.”

That one wasn’t even to be a brat. It just felt right in the moment, with the gratitude he feels. He doesn’t even think George likes doing it, but he indulges Lee anyway. Lee has had to ask for it each time, and he doesn’t want to try and take too much. “I’m good. You— you don’t have to.”

[gallowseyes]

The way Lee reacts is beautiful, and George shivers with arousal, his cock aching hard inside his jeans. He leaves them done up for now, though, moving his hand to fuck Lee with one finger, starting to press another inside him. "You are good, and I want to give you what you want." He kisses the red mark on Lee's hip. "Where next?"

[atehimrightup]

Lee sucks in a breath and shakes his head with his forehead still resting against the table, breath caught in his throat. He’s embarrassed by how much he wants it, and George making him ask for it each time, even making him say where, cranks that embarrassment up several notches.

For a long moment, he stubbornly refuses, hands shaking behind his back as he focuses on George’s fingers inside of him, tight with only spit to ease the way. It seems like they’re waiting each other out and Lee holds his breath, eyes squeezed shut.

“Thigh,” he finally says on an exhale. It’s not where he really wants, but he can’t bring himself to ask for that one just yet.

[gallowseyes]

"Good boy," murmurs George, still crouched behind Lee, working his fingers in and out of him, a steady rhythm as his mouth drifts over Lee's bare skin. He mouths his way down to Lee's thigh, kissing down the long muscle and then, on a whim, shifting between Lee's spread legs to close his teeth on the soft skin of Lee's inner thigh. The skin there has more give, some fat underneath, and George feels a little braver, bites a little harder. He finds himself craving the noise that he knows Lee will make.

[atehimrightup]

Lee breathes through his nose, ribs expanding outward with each deep breath while he’s pressed against the table.

George’s mouth trails down his leg, fingers still pressed almost possessively into his body. He thought he knew what to expect— a bite only stings, and slightly hesitant at that.

But instead George bites harder than that, much harder, and Lee lets out a startled yell and jerks against the table so hard that it rattles, lifting his head only to let it fall back to the table with a thunk.

[gallowseyes]

That was the reaction he'd been hoping for, the noise and the way Lee's body moves, and the sound of his head falling back against the table. George grins against his skin, sucking at the mark his mouth has left behind. He straightens up, starting to work one more finger into Lee's arse. "You get one more," he says. "And then I'm going to fuck you."

[atehimrightup]

“Yes, please,” Lee gasps out, hissing a little when George pushes in another finger. He went and got the lube, so Lee knows that he’ll use it before fucking him. He knows George won’t hurt him in any way he doesn’t want.

“I want you to fuck me,” he murmurs, turning his head to rest his cheek against the table. “You’re the only one I ever want to fuck me.”

[gallowseyes]

"I know, darling," says George, pressing sucking kisses against Lee's bare skin. He twists his wrist, angling his fingers just so. "C'mon. One more. Be a good boy. I want to hear the noise you make when I do it."

[atehimrightup]

Lee whines and thunks his head against the table again, breathing hard and wriggling. He knows where he wants it and he opens his mouth to ask, but he can’t seem to get the words out.

“My back,” he finally says, almost sobbing as he pushes back uselessly against George’s fingers.

[gallowseyes]

George's grin blossoms where Lee can't see it. Fingers pressed in as deep as he can get them, he straightens, leaning down to suck up a mark over Lee's shoulder blade and then bite. This time, he moans, though the sound is muffled, pressing his cock forward against Lee's hip, barely restraining himself from humping against him like something in heat.

[atehimrightup]

This time when George bites him, Lee groans and jerks again, but George’s face is close enough for Lee to hear the sound that he makes. He moans like he likes it too, and Lee’s cock is so hard that it’s dripping onto the floor.

“Fuck, George. Come on,” Lee bites out, shifting enough so that he can grab George’s cock with one of the hands still crossed behind his back. “Fuck me.”

[gallowseyes]

Lee fondles him through his jeans, and it's almost more than he can take. He pulls his fingers out of Lee's arse on a rush, fumbling his jeans open and slicking his cock. Taking himself in hand, he steps in behind Lee, lining up the head of his cock and pushing into him, barely giving him time to adjust before he starts to thrust.

[atehimrightup]

Finally, finally, George is pushing into him and Lee all but shouts, lifting his head and realizing with a start that he can see their reflections in the glass window on the other side of the table. He watches with his chin on the table, wide-eyed as George starts to fuck him.

It’s hard enough that Lee’s hips dig into the edge of the table with each thrust, hard enough that he might have bruises, and he fucking loves it. George has been holding out on him, he realizes.

Yes, sometimes he needs it slower and nicer, but not always. Not now.

“Is that all you got?” Lee all but slurs out, grinning wildly as he watches the ghostly reflection of George’s face in the window.

[gallowseyes]

George bites his lip over a grin and slams his cock into Lee hard enough that the table squeaks forward an inch. He wraps the fingers of one hand around Lee's crossed wrists, holding them in place as he fucks him. With his free hand, he slaps Lee's thigh.

[atehimrightup]

Lee lets out a grunt that turns into a laugh when the table jerks forward and he’s pinned down. George is fucking him like a wild man, like an animal, and he couldn’t be more pleased.

“That’s more like it, baby,” he all but purrs, moaning softly as George slaps him. The sting of it joins the bites littered across his body, all of them throbbing in time with his cock. “See, I’m not gonna break.”

He drops his cheek to the table and grins to himself. “Not like that guy’s fingers.”

[gallowseyes]

"You fucker," says George, but he manages to make it sound like the fondest endearment. His hands stay tight on Lee, on his wrists and his hips as he fucks him. He's never fucked Lee quite like this before, and it's hard not to feel like they've both been missing out.