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]

“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."

[atehimrightup]

“I’m not exactly seeking retribution,” Lee says with an amused chuckle, moving forward after George turns around and caging him with his hands on the counter behind him.

“If you want to get bossed around,” he murmurs, nudging George’s nose with his own and then licking at the corner of his mouth, right over that infuriating beauty mark. “You can just say so.”

[gallowseyes]

"I didn't entirely mean it like that," says George, turning his head, looking for a kiss. They haven't repeated that first night yet, but he's thought about it a lot, every time he's caught a glimpse of the key against Lee's chest.

"It is a tempting thought though."

[atehimrightup]

“Is it,” Lee says in a low voice, pulling back when George seeks for a kiss mostly just to be a tease, and to get him worked up. He keeps his lips just out of reach, then gives George a predatory smile.

With how he’s feeling now, and the night he’s had, the thought of George on his knees for him is a very appealing one. Earlier he would have said no, being too drunk for such responsibility and too hopped up on rage from the bar, but after good food and a better fuck, he’s feeling more centered.

[gallowseyes]

If he wants it, he needs to ask for it. That's the time, and he knows it. George closes his fist around the key and tugs it, lightly.

"Please, darling," he says. "That's what I want."

[atehimrightup]

That tug on the key around his neck goes straight to Lee’s cock and he takes a deep breath, nostrils flaring slightly as the roles seem to reverse, as they so often do.

He finds that he wants the collar, too. He wants George to be his.

“Please what, baby?” Lee asks in a low voice, reaching up to thumb at George’s chin. “Ask me nicely.”

[gallowseyes]

A little shiver goes down George's spine, a combination of the tone of Lee's voice and the small, proprietary touch. He swallows.

"I want you to put that collar on me," he says, dark eyes fixed on Lee's face. "Please."

[atehimrightup]

“Okay.” He nods and gives Lee a soft kiss before stepping away from him. “Go get it and meet me at the couch.”

The collar and the rest of the toys are in a drawer in George’s bedroom, and Lee gives him a light slap on the ass as he heads in that direction.

George leaves the room and Lee smirks to himself, shaking his head in vague disbelief at what his life has become.

After drinking some more water, Lee brushes his hair back from his face and goes over to move the coffee table before sitting on the edge of the sofa, managing to look commanding even while sitting there in his underwear.

[gallowseyes]

Blushing at the slap to his arse, George goes to the drawer in his bedroom. He lingers over the other toys in the drawer, but leaves them where they are for now; if Lee wants them, he'll say. When he picks the collar up, it goes straight to his cock.

He walks back into the lounge with the collar in his hand, and comes to stand in front of Lee with it dangling from his hand.

[atehimrightup]

Seeing George standing there holding the collar with that hopeful, turned on look on his face settles something in Lee. Ever since the bar, something has felt off but it’s like it clicks back into place now, if only for a little while.

Lee takes the collar and tosses a pillow onto the floor between his feet, gesturing for George to get on his knees. He unlocks the collar with the key around his neck, jaw tensing at the sound it makes.

“What do you say if you want it off?” Lee asks, just to confirm, as thumbs at the end of the soft leather, watching George get settled.