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atehimrightup) wrote2025-07-14 11:59 am
atehimrightup) wrote2025-07-14 11:59 am
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for george
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."
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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He’s still staring when George sits up and reaches for him, and Lee has to blink and shake his head a little and he takes George’s hand in his own.
He should tell George no. It would be the right thing to do, because George doesn’t have all the information, doesn’t know what exactly it is that he’s offering up. Lee feels like he would be even more of a monster for accepting.
But.
The way that George is looking at him makes Lee want to sink into it. George looks at him like there’s nothing wrong with him, and Lee wants so badly for that to be true.
“No, I- I’ve never done anything like that before, but— no.” Lee’s face goes red, chin quivering slightly as he leans in closer, feeling ashamed and hopeful and a little like he might explode all at once.
“I just want to taste you,” he admits in a quiet voice, squeezing his eyes shut and lowering his chin.
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Lee leans in, face flushed and, for a moment, George genuinely thinks he's going to burst into tears. Instinctively, he shifts until he can gather Lee in against him.
"I've said it before, but I don't really see why it's different from come," he says. "We can try it, at least?"
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“It’s just—“ He paused to try and consider exactly what to say. For a wild moment he wants to confess all of it, because there are times when he thinks that it might all end up okay, but then he comes to his senses. George is understanding, and even indulgent. But there is very big difference between what he’s offering and what Lee has to do to survive.
“It’s something I’ve always been ashamed of,” he admits. “I’ve always felt like I was built wrong. Like I was put together as a joke. I crave men and— and blood and pain. I’ve always wanted all the wrong things but I never asked for that. I just—“
He cuts himself off and breathes in deeply, turning his face in against George’s neck. “You make me feel like I’m not as fucked up as I’ve always thought I was. It’s a lot to process.”
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Lee curls in against him and George wraps both arms around him, one around his waist, the other around his shoulders, fingers idly stroking through the curls at the nape of Lee's neck.
"I like spending time with you," murmurs George, though 'like' doesn't really do justice to the way it actually feels. "And, from what I've seen, most people are fucked up, one way or another. I'm happy I can give you something that makes that a little easier." He turns his head, kissing Lee's forehead. "My whole life, for years, has been a transaction. I like that you don't want anything from me I wouldn't willingly give."
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He pulls back enough to be able to lift his head and kiss George on the mouth, letting it linger as he reaches up to cradle the side of his face.
“I like spending time with you, too. And— yeah, we can try it if you want,” Lee says against his mouth, thumb stroking over his cheekbone. “But believe me, baby. I’m already more satisfied with you than I ever thought I could be.”
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George smiles, that unguarded look that seems to be on his face more and more these days. He catches the heel of Lee's hand with a kiss.
"You're not asking, darling," he says. "I'm offering."
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“You are a miracle,” Lee tells him, leaning in to nudge their noses together before giving him another kiss, this one almost chaste.
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Every time Lee calls him that, it makes him think of Somerset, and how good it has felt to fuck him as a form of revenge taking. Still, he doesn't linger on the thought, returning Lee's kiss.
"I need that shower," he says, still smiling.
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He says it in a way that makes it clear that he’s fine with whatever George wants. It’s been long enough since the sex ended, and they’ve talked. George taking some time for himself won’t hit him quite so hard this time, because this time Lee isn’t afraid that he’s pulling away, or has any regrets.
He chuckles a little and pushes playfully at George’s thigh. “Assuming that I’m invited to stay over.”
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George rolls his eyes and nudges Lee in the ribs with his elbow.
"I'd assumed you would," he says. "But I can issue a formal invitation if you prefer." He takes a kiss. "And I don't mind if you join. Give me a few minutes though?"
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“Of course,” he says with a nod, giving George a brief kiss before sliding off of the sofa. He can’t help but laugh as he looks around at the mess they made, all the toys and clothes scattered about. “Go on. I’ll take care of things out here.”
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George isn't sure when it happened, but he's started almost thinking of it as theirs. He just assumes Lee will be there and, if he isn't, he assumes that he's coming back.
He shucks off the blanket and stands, naked as the day he was born, body splashed with red marks and welts. He stretches both arms over his head and then pads in the direction of the bathroom.
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He watches George go and then turns to clean up, laughing to himself as he washes the butt plug in the kitchen sink. He gathers the collar and leash with a certain sort of reverence, placing everything back in the drawer in George’s room.
After drinking some more water and downing a quick sandwich, he thinks maybe enough time has passed so he goes to lean in the doorway of the bathroom, watching George through the frosted glass.
“All good?” Lee asks softly, willing to give him more time if he needs.
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"Mmmm," says George, stood leaning with both hands against the tile, hot water sluicing over his shoulders. "Come in here... But don't get any ideas. I don't even have the energy to wash my hair."
He's grinning when he says it.
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“It’s a good thing I like to spoil you,” he teases as he lathers up his hands and scrubs the shampoo into George’s dark hair, nails scratching along his scalp.
There has always been something of a caretaker in Lee. It was clear with his little sister, and even with Maren. He likes being useful, and making someone’s life a little better just by being around.
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"Something like that," says George, his eyes drifting closed as Lee starts to work the shampoo into his hair. At court, towards the end, he'd gotten used to having people to do for him, but this is different. This is a tenderness that he's rarely, if ever, felt in his life.
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He turns George around and does the same to his front, soaping up his chest and belly and then letting his hand drift down to his soft cock and his balls, gently lathering and smiling playfully at him. “Just being thorough.”
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Leaning back against the tiles, George makes a soft sound as Lee handles him with soapy hands. He'd meant it when he's said he was exhausted but that doesn't stop his cock starting to stir.
"Oh, I'm sure," he says.
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“Are you too tired to lean back and get a blowjob?” He asks against George’s jaw, nipping playfully and bending his knees a little, as if preparing to kneel, pausing to kiss his chest. “Because I’d love to give you one. Call it a nightcap.”
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George cracks an eyelid and looks at Lee, the corner of his mouth twitching in amusement. The warm water has lulled him until it feels like he could sleep on his feet, but...
"I could manage that," he says.
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He presses kisses to George’s wet hip, curling a hand around his cock to stroke it to full hardness. “Or thought you were a pod person.”
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"I have no idea what that is," says George. It's a state of being he's gotten used to. Lee looks beautiful, down on his knees, and George tilts his head to watch him, rocking his hips idly.
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He curls his fingers around the base of George’s cock and pulls the head into his mouth, suckling at it while looking up to meet George’s eyes. He doesn’t tease or try to make a big show of it, because that’s not what this is. Lee was simply struck by the desire to make him feel good, so he hums and starts to bob his head, dragging his fist up to meet his lips each time.
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George nods on, acknowledging that that's a word he actually knows. But then Lee is sucking his cock in earnest, and words go out of his head altogether. Lee's so good at this, and it's so easy to sink into it. He doesn't thrust hard into Lee's mouth, lets him set the pace.
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He keeps his eyes on George’s face, lashes clumping together as he blinks water out of his eyes. It’s oddly relaxing and Lee hums again, pulling back to pay special attention to the head, licking at the taut band of his foreskin, tugging it back further with his thumb to tongue at the sensitive spot under the head.
Eventually he takes George’s cock back deep into his mouth, squeezing George’s hand as he starts to bob his head again, eyes fluttering shut as he loses himself in it.
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