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]

"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.”

[gallowseyes]

George takes another kiss. He tries not to talk about James too much in front of Lee because he never rang knows how it makes him feel.

"Go and get the food?" He asks. "Please? I want to change before we eat."

[atehimrightup]

“I just got railed through a table and now I gotta go do chores?” Lee says as he walks off, but he’s laughing and waving George toward his bedroom.

Lee grabs the food, which isn’t as cold as he would have thought, and takes it into the kitchen to dish it out onto actual plates. He’s not sure why he does it. The boxes were fine and now there are dishes to do. He just wanted it to look nicer, he supposes.

“What fancy ass wine goes with Indian?” He calls out as he carries everything toward the coffee table, only to turn around at the last minute and set everything on the dining table instead, smirking to himself. He sits down (gingerly) and props his chin up on his hands, smiling innocently at George as he comes back out.

[gallowseyes]

George comes back wearing a pair of sweats, still bare-chested and he grins when he sees where Lee has settled. He drops a kiss into his hair on his way to the fridge, coming back with two beers, already opened.

"I've found this to be preferable to wine with this manner of food," he says. "You didn't spend enough time at this table the evening?"

[atehimrightup]

“I feel at home here,” Lee quips, shooting his foot out to hook it around the leg of George’s chair and tugging it closer.

Once the food is in front of him, Lee digs in with his usual enthusiasm, humming happily as he chews. He has to force himself to behave and not just shove food into his face as if he were a garbage disposal.

“This was a good choice,” he says once he comes up for air, pointing at his mostly empty plate and reaching for a napkin. “It hit the spot.”

[gallowseyes]

George ends up sitting close enough that his knee presses up against Lee's. While the flavours are different, this kind of food reminds him of home -- the thick sauces with meat and vegetables and bread.

"Good," he says, pausing to take a sip of his beer. "And before? Did that hit the spot, too?"

[atehimrightup]

George is a very thoughtful person, at least when it comes to Lee. Maybe really only when it comes to Lee. He likes how George checks in with him, even in subtle ways, to make sure that he’s comfortable. It’s a first for Lee, and it makes him feel safer than he ever thought he could.

“Immensely satisfying,” Lee assures him, cheeks flushing a little as he reaches back to touch the bite mark on the back of his neck. He can feel the indent of George’s teeth still in his skin, and he shivers. “Though I’m hoping it was more of an appetizer.”

[gallowseyes]

George grins at that -- a true, boyish smile that makes him look younger than he is. He tears some more bread, sopping up sauce and popping it into his mouth.

"Oh?" he says, mildly. "What else are you craving?"

[atehimrightup]

There’s that smile again. Lee grins back at him, then reaches for some more bread to wipe his plate clean of sauce, not leaving any behind.

“Mm, I’m not quite sure,” Lee muses, finding that it’s true. He just wants more of George all the time, and he’s not super particular on how he gets it right now. “When it comes to you, I’m not sure that craving will ever be totally sated.”

[gallowseyes]

"Well, I'm sure we can think of something," says George, nudging his plate away from him once it's empty and reaching for his beer. "Inspiration will...you know..." He makes a vague gesture with his free hand. "Strike."

[atehimrightup]

“Cheeky,” Lee says with a smirk, pushing his own plate away and draining the rest of his beer.

He twists in his seat, drawing one knee up until his heel is planted on the edge of it.

“I dunno,” he drawls out, cutting George an amused look. “I probably have bad breath now. Maybe we should just call it a night.”

[gallowseyes]

"We ate the same thing, so we have the same breath," points out George, smirking against the mouth of his bottle. "And if it bothers you that much, that toothbrush that you've used before is still in the cabinet."

He drinks the last swallow of his beer, lips lingering lewdly.

"You don't want that and you know it."

[atehimrightup]

He has a toothbrush here. The implications of it hit him suddenly. It’s practical. It’s convenient. It means nothing but could mean everything.

Lee went from having no home at all, and now he has two.

“Slut,” Lee says fondly, resting his chin on his knee as he watches George’s face. “I see you fellating that bottle to get my attention. Don’t worry, baby. You already have it.”

[gallowseyes]

George does his best impression of innocence, setting the bottle down and reaching for Lee's empty plate and standing to carry them to the sink.

"I don't know what you mean," he says, but he's grinning when he says it.

[atehimrightup]

“Mmhmm.” Lee laughs and gets up to follow him, moving as if he’s tethered to George by a rope. He slides in behind George at the sink, hands on his hips as he bites softly at the back of George’s shoulder. It’s not hard enough to sting, more affectionate than anything else.

“Is there anything you’re craving?” Lee asks in a low murmur, slowly dragging the tip of his tongue up the back of George’s neck.

[gallowseyes]

George shivers at the swipe of Lee's tongue against his skin. He'll taste of sweat, he knows.

"Well," he says, turning in the space between the sink and the press of Lee's body against his back. "I did get carried away, there." He plucks at the key on the chain hanging around Lee's neck. "You could get your own back."