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 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.

[atehimrightup]

“Fuckee, actually,” he quips, and the proud grin is wiped off of his face when a particularly well aimed thrust makes him all but squeal.

It’s brutal, almost. Lee’s cock is ignored, bobbing just under the table, wrists aching where George has them pinned. But it’s also so, so exquisite to feel George let go like this.

Lee lifts his shoulders a little to expose the nape of his neck, shaking his hair out of the way. That’s where he wants to be bitten most, but he’s still too embarrassed to actually ask to be bitten on the scruff like he’s a bitch in heat.

[gallowseyes]

He's not going to be able to last forever like this, and he knows it. Lee feels so good, tight as ever, and his body is so responsive to every way that George touches him. He lets go of Lee's wrists and takes hold of his biceps, hauling him upright and catching him with one arm around his waist so that he can use his other hand to fist his cock as he touches him, breath panting against the back of Lee's neck.

[atehimrightup]

Lee moans as he’s manhandled onto his feet, staring into the glass as George pounds into him, grabbing a hold of his cock as if he owns it. They make such a pretty picture.

Lee puts one hand on the table for balance as reaches back to fist his fingers in George’s hair, dropping his head forward.

Each thrust is so intense that he feels a like his heart is going to burst out of his chest, or like his blood is going to catch fire. He isn’t going to last very long at all.

[gallowseyes]

He's going to come, he can feel it, the sensation of something winding tighter and tighter in his belly. He moans, mouthing over the sweat damp skin at the nape of Lee's neck. His fingers tighten on Lee's cock and, as he starts to come, he bites at the skin under his mouth.

[atehimrightup]

They’ve done this enough times that Lee can tell when George is about to come. He’s expecting that. What’s unexpected is George’s teeth closing around the nape of Lee’s neck exactly where he wanted them without him even having to ask.

Lee was close but it’s the bite that does it, and he lets out a wild cry as he jerks forward and comes hard, splattering the table in front of him as he sags back against George, whimpering and shaking and breathing hard.

[gallowseyes]

They come within a beat of each other, squirming and whimpering through it and, when they're both spend, they're standing there with George's arms wrapped around Lee and his cock still inside him, looking down at a table streaked with Lee's come.

"I should see if I can have you lick that up before my cock goes soft," he murmurs, mouth close to Lee's ear.

[atehimrightup]

Lee laughs breathlessly, still gasping for air as he clutches at George’s forearms. He feels a little dizzy, a lot satisfied, and very, very lucky.

“If I’m licking come off of a table, your cock better not be getting soft,” Lee teases, tightening around George’s body. He looks down at the come for a moment and then smirks, bending at the waist and planting his hands on the table. He makes a big show of licking some up, sticking out his tongue and groaning.

[gallowseyes]

If it was physically possible, George might have come again just from that. He keeps one hand on Lee's hip to keep him pulled back, cock still buried inside him, and he smoothes the other up his spine.

"Good boy," he says. "All of it."

[atehimrightup]

He had mostly done it as a joke, but then George drags him back onto his cock and calls him a good boy, and Lee can’t help but to shiver.

He glances over his shoulder at George, cheeks burning red, and then turns his head to slowly drag his tongue over every drop. It’s vaguely humiliating, but his tongue has been worst places.

Lee even whimpers as he does it, swallowing his own come down as his thighs tremble and his body tightens around George’s thick cock, over and over again.

Once he’s done, he rests on his elbows and twists around enough to stick out his tongue for George, showing off how he swallowed it all. Looking for approval.

[gallowseyes]

"Good boy," says George, and then he does pull out of Lee, breath hissing when he does. He's still wearing his jeans, shoved down around his hips, but he ignores that, pulling Lee up into his arms and kissing him honestly, nudging his way into his mouth so that he can taste the come on his tongue.

[atehimrightup]

Lee lets out a mournful sound when George’s cock leaves him, but he’s mollified by the way that George pulls him up and turns him around, kissing him like there is nothing else he’d rather do.

He slings his arms around George’s shoulders and kisses him back, groaning as George licks greedily at his tongue.

“Am I?” Lee asks quietly once George pulls back, sounding unsure as he reads his forehead against George’s temple.