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[atehimrightup]

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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[atehimrightup]

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.”

[takecourage]

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?"

[atehimrightup]

“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.”

[gallowseyes]

George is back in shirt and jeans, sticky and sore, but content. He steps in, curling one arm around Lee's waist while still leaning back far enough to give Lee room to access the lock on the collar.

"Thank you," he murmurs. "For this."

[atehimrightup]

“You’re welcome,” Lee says sincerely, leaning in enough to push the key into the lock. He peels the collar away and puts it into his other pocket.

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.

[gallowseyes]

"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.

[atehimrightup]

“Yes,” Lee says instantly, and admittedly in that moment it doesn’t even occur to him how significant the conversation is. It is only starting to occur to him that home might be wherever George happens to be.

“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.

[gallowseyes]

"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."

[atehimrightup]

Lee doesn’t even bother to see how the man reacts, too busy smiling at George with stars in his eyes. As fun as it is to have George in the collar, it’s always such a joy to watch him come back to himself after.

“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.”

[gallowseyes]

"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."

[atehimrightup]

“Can you drink wine with burgers?” Lee asks as he turns to walk through the main room hand in hand with George, this time as equals.

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.”

[gallowseyes]

"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."

[atehimrightup]

Lee takes his phone and immediately requests a car, then orders an obscene amount of burgers and fries, with some milkshakes for good measure. Hopefully it’ll get delivered around the same they get home.

“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?”

[gallowseyes]

"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?"

[atehimrightup]

Lee looks a bit sheepish and feels the urge to deny it, but he finds that he doesn’t really want to. And there is no reason to. Not with George.

“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.

[gallowseyes]

"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.

[atehimrightup]

“I guess I figured you knew,” Lee says with a shrug. He’s told George that most of his sexual experiences had been quick and impersonal, but hey, multiple people can be involved in quick and impersonal. “It’s on me for assuming.”

His nose wrinkles a bit at the reminder that George is well versed in this type of thing, but it’s not out of judgement. And not even jealousy, he doesn’t think. It’s a fear of inadequacy, and that’s something he’s familiar with.

“Would it have changed anything?” Lee asks curiously. “If you had known?”

[gallowseyes]

He shifts his hand, smoothing his thumb over the wrinkles on Lee's nose. Would he have changed anything? It's a good question.

"A bed for the three of us, rather than a couch?" He says. "And I'd have preferred it to be your boots, not hers."

[atehimrightup]

That makes Lee laugh, and he playfully snaps his teeth near George’s thumb, then leans in to kiss him again.

“How romantic,” he teases warmly, curling his hand around the back of George’s neck, squeezing gently. “It’s okay. I feel pretty good about it.”

As far as first threesomes go, Lee could have done a whole hell of a lot worse.

“Besides. My boots are too dirty. I have better things for you to lick,” he says with a wink, pulling away from George once their car pulls up to the curb. He opens the back door and ushers George in, sliding in after him and confirming the address with the driver.

[gallowseyes]

"Mmmmm. I bet you do."

George slides into the car, immediately tugging Lee close to him on the bench seat. "She was a find. I saw you take her number."

His tone makes it clear that he approves.

[atehimrightup]

George pulls him in close and Lee doesn’t bother to hide how pleased it makes him, leaning against George’s side. He hums in agreement and then reaches into his pocket at the mention of the number, pulling both the paper and his phone out so he can enter it into his contacts before he loses it. Her name with a cherry emoji next to it.

“Yeah, it looks like we’ve made a friend,” Lee says with a smirk, putting the items back into his pocket and turning until he’s practically half in George’s lap, nuzzling into his neck and lazily sucking a mark into his skin.

[gallowseyes]

George tips his head back, his eyes on the driver's reflection in the mirror. He likes when Lee leaves marks on him, and he's come through the evening sticky but relatively unscathed in other regards.

"I definitely wouldn't mind a repeat performance," he says. "Or if you wanted to see her without me, that would be alright, too."

[atehimrightup]

“Oh, is that something I need your permission for?” Lee teases, nipping at the spot and then dragging my tongue over the spot.

He pulls back enough to look at George, smiling softly and tilting George’s face to look at him.

“Right now I just want you,” Lee says sincerely, because he doesn’t really want to talk about anyone else. He doesn’t even want to be in this car right now, making the driver vaguely horny. He can smell it. He’s smelled so much tonight. “I think I’m overstimulated.”

[gallowseyes]

"You know it isn't," he says, stroking his fingers along the side of Lee's face. "I know what you mean. I need to get out of these clothes. Shower. Eat." He grazes a kiss against Lee's mouth. "I'll admit to not knowing what order those should go in."

[atehimrightup]

“I know, but thank you,” Lee says easily, because no, he doesn’t need permission. But he does like knowing that George doesn’t mind.

“Clothes, eat, shower,” Lee decides with a nod, closing his eyes and practically purring as George’s fingers trail across his face. “Then bed. I really wanna be in bed with you.”