for george

[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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[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.”

[gallowseyes]

"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.

[atehimrightup]

Once they’re inside, Lee washes his hands and downs a bottle of water, then grabs two more and follows George into the bedroom. The pile of clothes set out for him makes him smile, and he undresses and pulls on the sweats, holding the bottle out to George.

“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.”

[gallowseyes]

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.

[atehimrightup]

They fall silent as they eat. Well, not silent. Just wordless. They polish off a burger each, most of the fries, and some of the milkshakes before Lee finally really pauses to take a breath.

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.”

[gallowseyes]

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."

[atehimrightup]

“Well, alcohol is most important, obviously,” Lee says with a laugh, wiping mustard from the corner of his mouth. He didn’t have a lot growing up, but he’s learning that there is still so much that he took for granted.

“It’s impressive how fast you took to all this stuff,” Lee says, gesturing vaguely to the world around them. “I dunno if I ever told you that. Not surprising, though. You’re adaptable. Tough.”

[gallowseyes]

"You haven't, but thank you," says George, taking another bite. "I suppose...I spent a lot of my life adapting. My mother sent me to France when I was sixteen, and then I went to court when I was nineteen, nearly twenty. One new world after another."

[atehimrightup]

“Same, kind of,” Lee says, then lets out a self deprecating laugh. “Well, not same. I was raised in a shantytown and never finished school, but—“

He frowns a little and peels the wrapper back to expose more of his burger, one corner of his mouth quirking a bit. “I was always trying to figure out how to stay alive. Sometimes I wasn’t even sure why.”

It’s more than he meant to say and he clears his throat before taking another big bite.

[gallowseyes]

George doesn't know what a shantytown is, but he can imagine that he and Lee grew up in very different places, even if the house he'd been a child in had been drafty and full of beatings.

"Maybe to get to this point," he says. "Maybe everything we did was leading us to here."

He takes another bite of his burger.

[atehimrightup]

Lee pauses in his chewing and looks over at George, staring at him for a long moment before he smiles softly and nods.

“Maybe,” he says once he swallows. “I’m glad I stuck it out.”

He finishes the second burger and his milkshake and then lets out a satisfied sigh, flopping to the side so that his head is on George’s lap.

[gallowseyes]

George doesn't ask what that look was, and he smiles when Lee shifts position, draping himself across the couch and into his lap. George wipes his hands on a napkin before he touches him, taking another sip of his milkshake, combing the fingers of his free hand through Lee's bright hair.

"Do you know what I think I miss most from home?" He's given this a lot of thought, over the year and some that he's been in Darrow. "Horses."

[atehimrightup]

“They have horses here,” Lee reminds him, letting out a low hum as George plays with his hair. He never realized just how badly he needed simple, easy affection until George started giving it to him.

“I’ve never been on a horse,” he says, feeling relaxed as he lounges there. Feeling relaxed at all is a relatively new thing for him. It’s rare for him to fully uncoil, and it only ever seems to happen around George.

[gallowseyes]

"I know. I've ridden. It just isn't the same," he says, smiling as Lee visibly relaxes. He sets the milkshake aside so that he can rest one hand on Lee's chest, thumb stroking against his skin, the other hand still busy in his hair. "We could change that. i could take you."

[atehimrightup]

“Well, you can ride me any time you’d like,” he quips with a smirk, practically purring as George’s hands make themselves at home on his body. It surprises Lee, almost, how much he likes it. “I’ll even try to buck you off, if you want.”

He rolls onto his back and looks up at George, smiling softly up at him. “I’d give it a go.”

For George, he’d probably try anything.

[gallowseyes]

George laughs at that, rolling his eyes fondly, tightening his fingers slightly to tug at Lee's hair.

"Hellion," he says, his voice full of affection. "Shower? Or we could make use of the bath tub. It's been a while."

[atehimrightup]

George pulls at his hair and Lee playfully bares his teeth and growls, then smiles at the pet name. He likes that one.

Lee thinks for a moment. They don’t make use of the bathtub often. He just doesn’t see the point of baths when he’s just trying to get clean. But he thinks back on the night of that fight, where George held him in the tub and Lee felt like he could truly relax for the first time since he was a child.

“A bath sounds nice,” he says in a voice as casual as he can manage, reaching down to curl his hand around George’s calf. “Do you want some time to yourself?”

Lee knows what answer he’s hoping for, but he’ll respect whichever one he gets. “I can clean up out here.”

[gallowseyes]

Usually, after the collar, he needs some time on his own to decompress but, tonight, he isn't feeling that. Tonight, he wants to keep Lee close. He shakes his head.

"Come with me. We can clean up later."

Or tomorrow. There'll be time.