Lee (
atehimrightup) wrote2025-07-22 12:21 pm
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.
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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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.
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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.”
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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.
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“Touch yourself,” he commands in a low voice. “Don’t come until I say.”
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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.
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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.
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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.
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“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.
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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."
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“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.”
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"Well," she says. "That was fun. Did you really want my number, or were you just being polite?"
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“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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"Thank you," he murmurs. "For this."
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Lee kisses the skin revealed and then cups George’s face in his hands, kissing him passionately as his arms go around him in a tight hug.
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"Ready to go home?" asks George, his hand stroking against Lee's spine. "I could shower for days, and I wasn't joking about being hungry."
Mostly, he just wants it to be the two of them for a while Close and in quiet and in the bed that, somewhere along the line, he started thinking of as theirs, rather than just his.
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“I’ll order us something on the way. Pizza?” He manages to keep a straight face for a moment and then smirks, reaching for George’s hand and kissing him again. They’ll have to go to the front to get their jackets and phones, and then wait for a car. Lee is already annoyed by how many people they still have to encounter, and vows to just drive them himself next time.
“Hi. Are you looking for someone to play with?” Lee turns to see a hopeful looking young man standing at the entrance to the little room, and then just turns back to quirk an eyebrow at George, looking faintly amused.
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"Absolutely not," says George, in a tone of voice previously reserved for boys who grew too bold in the presence of the King. He wraps one hand in the front of Lee's shirt and tugs him in for a warm, possessive kiss.
"And pizza would be wonderful. Darling."
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“I thought you didn’t like pizza,” Lee says as he curls his finger under George’s chin. There’s still a smear of come there, and Lee leans in to lick it off as he walks backward toward the exit, pulling George with him. “Sweetheart.”
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"I never said I didn't like pizza," says George, threading his fingers through Lee's to keep him close, grinning when Lee licks come off his skin like it's the most innocent thing in the world. "Only that it was less familiar than some other things I've tried, and I struggle to drink wine with it."
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People turn to watch them and Lee’s sure that it’s most George that they’re looking at, but still. It makes him feel a little smug, but also very ready to be alone at the same time.
He gives the girl in the lobby their ticket to get their coats and phones back, and Lee turns to give George another kiss as they wait. “Or tacos? Those both go better with beer, I think.”
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"I suspect you're right," says George, after giving it a moment's thought. The girl brings them their items and George slips back into blue velvet, tucking his phone into his pocket.
"Whatever you want is fine," he says, as he opens the door and holds it for Lee to step through ahead of him. "As long as there's lots of it."
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“Five minutes until our ride gets here,” Lee says as he puts his phone away, and then he turns and wraps George up in his arms again, kissing him warmly and reaching up to cup his face.
“All good?” He asks in a soft voice, tilting his head as he thumbs at George’s cheekbone and studies his face. “You had fun?”
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"I had fun," says George, smiling, turning his head to kiss the heel of Lee's hand. His arms fund a natural place around Lee's waist, one hand stroking along his spine. "What about you? You looked less sure a few times?"
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“There were a few moments where it got a little intense,” Lee admits, smiling as George kisses his hand. “But believe me, I had a good time.
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"You probably should have told us that it was a first," says George, the look on his face making it clear that he isn't chiding Lee. "Alex seemed like she knew what she was doing, and I..." He shrugs. "It wasn't entirely a first for me, either. Not all of it, anyway."
He'd never participated in anything that intense or degrading at court. That part, at least, had been revelatory.
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