atehimrightup | for george

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for george

When Lee first learns of the club, a plan starts to formulate. He thinks about how George sprung that little shopping trip on him, and decides that it's time for a little payback.

He does some research and makes an appointment, then texts George to tell him that they're going out for dinner, that he'll be picked up at 8pm, and that Lee would like it very much if he wore the plug.

The thought of going to a sex club is sort of nerve wracking and intriguing all at the same time. He doesn't know if he particularly wants to partake in anything, but he's curious. He wants to check it out, and he thinks that George will, too. Hell, with all that George has gotten up to, it might seem like child's play to him.

But to Lee, it's entirely new. For him, sex has always been this clandestine, hidden thing. It was animal behavior, biology to be taken care of and little else. But he's learning so much about all the other ways it can be, and this seems like a good way to further his education.

He's even snuck the collar away to keep in his pocket. He doesn't want to tell George to wear that, too. It's never been worn out of the safety of George's apartment before, and he wants that choice to be George's, so Lee will let him make it once he has all the information.

He decides to get a cab for the trip, not wanting to drive his beat up old truck when he may possibly be impaired. He's dressed in all black-- jeans and a silky button down and his boots, with his face shaved and his dark red curls actually combed and styled. He looks-- good. It's not often that he looks into the mirror and thinks that, but it's happening more often lately. That's George's influence, he's sure.

Once the car pulls up to George's building, Lee shoots him a text. Come downstairs.

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Lee looks over at Alex as George sucks at his fingers, then chuckles as George squirms and looks between them. He’s so absurdly beautiful, pink and sweaty all over, and Lee pulls his fingers free and cradles his face almost tenderly, thumbing at his chin.

“Well, what should we do about this?” Lee asks her as he touches a fingertip to the head of George’s hard cock, tracing a light circle along the edge of his foreskin and smirking at the pained groan George lets out. “Any ideas?”

Alex makes a thoughtful sound, trailing one nail along the sensitive underside of George's cock, enjoying the way it makes him squirm.

"Well," she says. "If he likes to be embarrassed, you could always take him out into the club proper with come dripping out of him and make him make himself come for an audience?"

Between them, George whimpers at the thought of it.

For some reason the suggestion surprises him a little, and he’s about to shake his head to dismiss when George makes this plaintive sound, like he wants it, and Lee pauses. He feels a little out of his depth again, but mostly he just wants to make George happy.

“Do you like the sound of that?” Lee asks George, keeping his voice light as he studies George’s face. “You want to go put on a show?”

George actually has to think about it, more present than he was earlier in the scene, more capable of thinking things through. Lee looks at him for a long time, and George smiles, bright and genuine.

"Why not?" he says, his voice a little dreamy. "Wouldn't be the first time I've come for an audience."

Why not? That’s a good question, and Lee can’t think of a good answer. It’s just not what he would have chosen, and he sort of just wants to pull George into his arms and go home.

But that isn’t what George wants. Alex either, so it looks like he’s been outvoted. He could say no and it would be within his rights while George has the collar on, but he’s smiling so big and Lee can’t bring himself to do it.

“Fine, go put on your show. Let them see how used up you are,” Lee says as he gets up off the bed and reaches for his pants. George can put on a show all he wants, but Lee’s not going out there naked with him. “If you let anyone touch you, I won’t. Not for days.”

As Alex starts to get dressed, George stays sprawled on the sofa, studying Lee as he starts to get dressed. He knows Lee well enough to feel the shift in his energy, and his eyebrows draw together.

"Or we can go home," he says. "There can be other times for this."

Mostly, out of this, what he wants is Lee. He doesn't care how it happens, as long and it's the two of them.

“But that’s not what you want,” Lee says as he pulls his shirt on, leaving the buttons undone as he bends over to pull his socks on. It makes him feel so foolish, all of a sudden. Like he’s just a kid. “I want what you want.”

He pushes his hair back from his face, feeling embarrassed and perhaps a little overstimulated as he looks around for his shoes.

“Look, I’ve never had a threesome or anything before,” he says as he scoops up his boot, carefully not looking at Alex. It feels like he’s blowing this. “I’m just— I’m processing.”

For a moment, neither it them react and then Alex huffs out a breath, head bent as she replaces her corset.

"Jesus Christ," she says, as George leans forward. "You two don't do things by halves, do you?"

Collar forgotten, George reaches for Lee, snagging his fingers with one hand to draw him closer. "I want you," he says, dark eyes on Lee's face. "The rest is... It's so much noise. That's all."

Lee’s cheeks flush at Alex’s comment and he looks vaguely distressed as George reels him in, only because he’s worried that he’s ruining everything.

George tries to reassure him and Lee feels so stupid for a minute. He forces himself to take a breath and nods, reaching out to put his hand on George’s cheek, staring into his eyes. It does make him feel better and he nods, leaning down to press a kiss to George’s mouth.

“Let’s go make some noise, then,” Lee says with a soft laugh, feeling a bit lighter. He’s hitting his limit, he thinks. But they can end it on a high note.

He kisses George again and then holds onto the lock as he leans over to pick up the plug, feeling ridiculous as he shoves it into the pocket of his coat.

“You’re going to let everyone watch you come,” he says in a steady voice, nodding resolutely. “And then I’m going to be the one to take you home.”

He gaze shifts to Alex and he looks a little sheepish and apologetic, slightly embarrassed. “After we get your number.”

Alex can't help but feel like she's intruding, and it kind of pisses her off, how much it makes her miss Darlington. Still, she manages a grin.

"There'll be a pen behind the bar," she says, as George stands, naked and gorgeous and well fucked. "Totally up for a repeat performance."

Lee crosses over to her, smiling and putting his hand on her shoulders, leaning in to press a kiss to her mouth. He’s grinning when he pulls away.

“Thanks for popping my cherry,” he says with a wink, kissing her again before turning to gather George’s clothes, tucking them over his arm and reaching out to put a hand on George’s lower back, shoving him a little and slapping his ass hard enough to make him jolt. “Now how do we get this slut an audience?”

It's a good kiss, and Alex is smiling when he steps back, wider when he slaps George's ass.

"Up to you," she says. "You can lead him out there and put him where you want him, or make him walk out there and find his own spot. Different kinds of humiliation."

“Hm.” Lee turns and walks a slow circle around George, reaching down to sweep up a bit of come from his inner thigh. He then smears it at the corner of George’s mouth, cupping his chin and looking at him in the eye.

“Leave it,” he says to George, as if he were a dog. His hand slides down to tug pointedly at the lock, and then he shoves George toward the room’s exit.

“Go do a lap. Let everyone see you,” Lee decides. “And then I’ll pick a spot.”

Every time he thinks he can't blush any darker, Lee finds a way. His face burns as Lee orders him to leave the come smeared at the corner of his mouth and then all but shoves him out of the room, naked and hard for all to see, come shining on his skin. Humiliation and arousal warring hard enough to make his head spin, he does as he's told. Heads turn towards him as he walks around the main space of the club, forcing himself not to rush.

Some of the things he hears said about himself make his face burn even harder, his bobbing cock painting a slick smear on his belly.

Eventually, finally, he finds his way back to where Lee and Alex are standing.

Lee stands next to Alex with an arm draped loosely over her shoulders, more companionable than anything. They watch as George moves around the room and Lee is full of conflicting feelings as people leer at him, but he reminds himself that he’s the one George is leaving with.

He forces himself to stay still as George makes his way back to them, rather than reaching out for him. There are people trailing after him, some staring with such open hunger that Lee feels the urge to fight them.

But then he looks at George, who looks all pink-cheeked and almost spacey again, and he relaxes.

“There,” Lee says, pointing to an elevated platform to their left. George steps up onto it and Lee turns a hard look on his audience. “Look but don’t touch.”

Up on the platform, George sinks down onto his knees, heels together and thighs spread wide. His cock bobs in front of him but he doesn't touch it, not yet. He turns his head, looking up at Lee for permission.

More people gather around the stage, curious for whatever is about to happen. Lee feels smug, but at the same time he wants to murder them all. His hand tightens slightly on Alex’s shoulder, and he swallows hard as he looks at George again.

“Touch yourself,” he commands in a low voice. “Don’t come until I say.”

His eyes fixed on Lee and Alex (but mostly Lee), George nods. He curls his fingers around his cock, his breath hitching, and he starts to stroke, slowly at first. He's never done this in front of this many people before, but that doesn't stop him. He strokes the pad of his thumb over the slick head of his cock, and bites back a moan.

“Why are you acting shy?” Lee asks him, tilting his head as George bites his lip, obviously trying to be quiet. “Let them hear you.”

If they’re going to do this, they might as well go all the way.

He looks at the crowd again. So many of them look hungry, eyes dark as they stare at George, and this is getting harder by the minute.

“Come in your hand,” he says to George, his voice a bitten out growl. “And then lick it off.”

He doesn’t want even a drop of George left behind. George is his, every drop of him.

It isn't going to take long. He's achingly aware of all the eyes on him, but he's only got eyes for Lee. He looks straight at him as he strokes his cock, his hand moving faster and faster, moans spilling out of him, louder now. He can feel Lee's come dripping out of him, and he knows that everyone else can see it, too.

When he comes into his own hand, he's breathing hard. He cups his palm so that he doesn't spill any and then, face burning, he lifts his hand and starts to lick it clean.

He’s so beautiful when he comes that people watching actually gasp, and Lee’s jaw is tight as he stares back at George. He takes a deep breath and focuses on the way that George is staring at him and him alone, not even bothering to look out at his adoring audience. It settles him.

“He does put on quite a show,” he says to Alex, leaning in to press a kiss to her temple. “Write your number down for me while I mop him off the floor.”

He reaches out a hand and gestures for George to come to him, waiting for him to get close enough to drag his hand and haul him in, one hand on his face as he leans in to kiss him hard, right there in front of everyone.

Naked and come smeared, George presses up against Lee as they kiss, dimly aware of applause and muttering around them. When the kiss breaks, he leans his forehead against Lee's, smiling when Alex leans in and tucks a folded piece of paper into the pocket of Lee's jeans.

"Think I'm ready to unlock and go home," he murmurs. "I could eat a fucking horse."

Lee kisses him deeply, slinging an arm possessively around his waist and turning to block the view of him from the crowd. He grins against George’s jaw and nods in agreement.

“Same on both counts,” Lee tells him, patting his cheek and stepping back to hand George his clothes. He’s not going to unlock him in front of anyone else. “Say goodbye to Alex and go get dressed. I’ll be there in a second.”

George gives Alex a warm kiss on the corner of her mouth and then pads off to the anteroom to put clothes back on, leaving Lee and Alex behind. She turns to him, eyebrows slightly raised.

"Well," she says. "That was fun. Did you really want my number, or were you just being polite?"

“I’m not known to be polite,” Lee says with a laugh. Some guy tries to walk past them, following George, and Lee sticks his arm out to stop him, shaking his head and pushing him back without even looking at him.

“You’ll hear from me,” he assures her, feeling genuinely grateful that she’s the one to have found them tonight. “Seriously, I’m glad it was you.”

He gives her another kiss on the mouth and lets her go, turning away to follow after George. It’s almost strange to see him in clothes.

“I nearly had to put up a gate outside,” he teases warmly, lifting the chain holding the key out from under his shirt. “Come here, baby.”

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