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]

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.

[gallowseyes]

"So good," mumurs George, both arms around Lee to keep him close. "You're such a good boy for me. You're so good."

He cracks a smile.

"You're a marvel."

[atehimrightup]

Lee’s good at this, all the sex stuff. He knows he is. It’s all the other parts that he isn’t sure about.

But George is smiling at him, and it’s that really good smile. The one that kind of makes him look like a doofus. It’s like, for just a second, all the weight falls away. He loves to see it, and all Lee can do is smile back at him.

“A marvel? Now I know you’re cockstruck,” he teases, reaching up to take George’s face in both his hands and kiss him again before playfully pushing him away by his face. “And I’m hungry. Our food’s probably getting cold.”

A thought occurs to him as he rips a paper towel from the roll in the kitchen, head snapping toward the door. “That poor delivery person.”

[gallowseyes]

George laughs at that, a warm rumble of sound in his chest as he pulls away from Lee enough to start cleaning up. He's got no real desire to stay in his jeans, if he's honest.

"I'm sure he's heard worse," he says. "The things I heard, during my time as cup bearer. You wouldn't believe."

[atehimrightup]

Lee gives himself a perfunctory wipe and tosses the towel into the garbage before rinsing off his hands in the sink. He twists to look at George and does a bit of a double take when he sees the blood.

He smirks to himself and wets another paper towel, coming over to stand in front of George and take his chin in his hand, reaching up to wipe the dried blood away.

“What’s a cup bearer?” He asks with a furrowed brow. “I mean, aside from the obvious.”

[gallowseyes]

"There's not much more to it than the obvious," says George, submitting to Lee's ministrations and z when he's done, stepping up to the sink to wash some off the stickiness off his cock. "Holding the king's cup while he swallowed got me through the door as a Gentleman if the Bedchamber." He shrugs. "It was a start."

[atehimrightup]

“Oh, so like literally.” Lee pulls on his underwear and tilts his head as he stares at George’s back. He knew vaguely of George’s history, but they’ve never talked about it quite so plainly.

It makes Lee deeply sad to think of all the time George spent thinking that his face and willing body were all he had to offer. He understands, though, why George did it. He did what he had to do to survive. Lee understands that better than anyone.

“Did you like him?” Lee asks, and he hopes that the answer is yes. He hopes that it wasn’t all terrible.

[gallowseyes]

"James?" He tucks his cock into his jeans. "A lot of the time, yes. He was... mercurial, but intelligent, passionate. He made very good conversation." He touches the point of Lee's chin. "I was sometimes frustrated, but rarely unhappy, if that's what has you worried."

[atehimrightup]

“Well now I am just jealous,” Lee quips, but it’s clear by the smile on his face that he’s teasing. His expression softens as George touches his face and he nods a little.

“It was, yes.” He leans in and presses a soft kiss to George’s mouth. “I’m glad he was good to you. I don’t like the thought of you unhappy.”