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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"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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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?”
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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."
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“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.
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"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.
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“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.
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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."
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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.”
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"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."
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“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.”
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"Sounds like a plan to me," murmurs George as the car pulls up outside his building. There's a delivery driver outside and George intercepts their food on the way.
In the apartment, he sets the bag on the coffee table before heading for the bedroom, automatically grabbing two sets of soft, comfortable things as he starts to change.
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“Come on,” he says as he heads eagerly for the sofa, too enticed by the smell of the burgers to do anything else. He takes out two and sets one aside for George, then unwraps his and takes a huge bite as he drops down onto the sofa. “Fuck, that’s good.”
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Having a similar idea to Lee, George heads into the bathroom as he strips out of his clothes, washing his face and his hands before he pulls on sweats and a t-shirt so soft that it's starting to hole at the hem.
Sitting down next to Lee, he drinks water in a long pull before he takes his first bite of burger. The sound he makes isn't far off orgasmic.
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He looks over to see George doing the same, eating like an animal, and Lee’s heart thumps fondly in his chest.
“So, you approve of milkshakes?” Lee asks curiously, unwrapping a second burger with a little less fervor. “I assume you didn’t have many cold drinks.”
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He always finds this endearing, when Lee wants to know about things that were familiar to him, in the time before.
George nods, taking another sip as an illustration.
"I do. Like it. And we mostly had beer and ale and wine. The water wasn't always good to drink."
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