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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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[gallowseyes]

"You can always check in," says George, threading their fingers together under the water. "I'll always come back to you."

He himself happily, his nose brushing against Lee's skin. "I thought you took to it surprisingly well. Though you should have told us -- we might have taken more care of you."

He laughs, remembering the look on Alex's face when Lee has confessed.

[atehimrightup]

“I don’t know what you think I was doing at those truck stops,” Lee says with a cackle, pressing himself back against George’s chest. He’s much broader than Lee, and he wouldn’t admit to anyone else, but he likes being held by someone bigger than him.

“Making a whole night of it. Having time to just… explore. Play,” Lee admits, breathing in and sinking a bit deeper into the water. “That’s all new to me.”

[gallowseyes]

"When you put it like that, it really should have been more obvious."

His arms tighten around Lee for a moment as he pushes back, keeping him close. "Did we do anything you'd like to do again? If it helps, a lot of that was new to me, too."

[atehimrightup]

“It does help,” he admits, nodding a little. He knows that George is so much more experienced than him, and he knows that George obviously has a good time with him, but he still worries sometimes.

“I wouldn’t turn my nose up at any of it,” he says with a soft laugh. He got to fuck two beautiful people tonight. He got them both off so hard they shook with it. He’s more than pleased.

“Everything with Alex was great. She was great.” He shifts his hips a little, feeling a spark of arousal when thinking about it all. “Aside from that, I did like touching you in front of everyone. And telling all those guys no when they tried to touch you. That was nice. I love telling people no.”

[gallowseyes]

"I can tell," he says, grinning at that, shifting his hand slightly to stroke lower against Lee's skin. "And you did look beautiful together, the two of you. I wasn't so far away that I couldn't see that." He kisses along Lee's shoulder. "If you ever go and see her alone, promise me pictures."

He's teasing, sucking lightly at Lee's skin.

[atehimrightup]

“Okay. I’ll trade her for some of your pictures,” Lee volleys back, smiling as he feels George’s mouth against his skin. He lets out a soft groan of approval at the pressure of his mouth, tipping his head to the side to make more room.

“I liked watching you go down on her while I fucked you,” he admits, reaching back with one arm to curl his wet hand around the back of George’s neck as his cock starts to stir under the water.

[gallowseyes]

"I liked that part too, honestly," says George, his mouth still against Lee's skin. He doesn't quite bite, but he does nip, gently, with the edges of his teeth. "Although, if there's a next time, have her sit on my face instead." He shivers pleasurably at the thought of it.

[atehimrightup]

“Jesus. Okay,” Lee says with a low chuckle, feeling even warmer than the bath water. “There will be a next time.”

George’s teeth scrape lightly over his skin and Lee sighs, turning his head enough to press a kiss under his jaw. “You’re getting me all worked up again.”

[gallowseyes]

George makes a soft sound, meant to approximate display, but it comes off completely disingenuous as he kisses his way across Lee's skin.

"I liked licking come off her boots," he admits. "But I'd have preferred it if it was yours."

Lee's boots. Lee's come. Either would have been preferable.

[atehimrightup]

“I think you’d prefer it if I never came anywhere but your mouth,” Lee teases, breathing in deeply as George peppers his skin with kisses, one after another. It feels amazing.

“I’ll polish my boots up real nice for you, baby,” Lee assures him, shifting his weight a little as he slides his fingers into George’s hair. “You can lick them clean while I pull on your leash and make it harder for you.”

[gallowseyes]

A little shiver goes through George and, pressed as close as they are, there's no way Lee doesn't feel it.

"It does sometimes feel like a waste anywhere else," he teases, nipping at the side of Lee's neck. "Oh, God. I'd like that, I think."

He remembers, suddenly, telling Peter Carr that he was on no man's leash and he can't help but laugh at himself.

[atehimrightup]

“I know you would.” Lee learns more about George every single day. He feels George shiver a little and smirks to himself, rocking his ass back against George’s hips.

“What?” He asks when George laughs like that, twisting around to try and get a look at his face. “What’s funny?”

[gallowseyes]

"Nothing, really. I was thinking of something I said in Scotland, the day before I found myself here," he says. "I told someone that I was on no man's leash. I meant that I was free to fuck men other than the king." He kisses Lee's jaw. "And then there was you, love."

[atehimrightup]

Lee laughs at that, genuinely amused, and then George finishes and he goes quietly stunned, swallowing hard as George kisses him. It feels a little like he just got punched in the chest. That seems to keep happening.

“No man’s leash but mine,” Lee tells him, rocking his hips again. “And only when you want to be.”

Lee is no king, and George is certainly free to fuck other men, but Lee’s belly twists a little at the thought. He tries not to dwell on it. “You look very pretty at the end of it.”

[gallowseyes]

"I do try," says George, breath catching in a moan when Lee grinds back against his cock. He skirts one hand lower, grazing his fingers along the length of Lee's cock, then lower, fondling his balls as he kisses the side of his neck.

"No more of that tonight, though."

[atehimrightup]

“No, no more,” Lee agrees easily. He’s had enough of that. Now all he wants is this, for it to be just the two of them as they are.

He lifts his knees to spread his thighs a bit wider as George’s hand explores his body. It seems a little ridiculous that he’s getting hard again so fast, but he didn’t actually come all that much tonight.

And it’s George. He’ll always be able to get it up for George.

“I just want you.”

[gallowseyes]

"You have me," murmurs George, curling his fingers around Lee's cock, not stroking yet but holding him against he is palm. "However you want to have me, that's what I want." He sighs against Lee's shoulder, rocking his hips slowly to slide his own hard cock against the cleft of Lee's arse.

[atehimrightup]

“Mm, okay,” Lee says easily, because he knows exactly what he wants. “Not in here. I want to be in bed.”

He sits up and scrubs his hands over his face, turning around to straddle George’s thighs. Water sloshes over the rim and Lee laughs as he takes George’s face in his hands. “Baths are terrible for actually getting clean.”

[gallowseyes]

"You have a point," says George, his hands coming to rest on Lee's bare thighs. "They used to be all we had, though." He smiles. "Is there any point in getting properly clean, if you mean to have me again?"

[atehimrightup]

“God, I love the way you talk,” Lee tells him, reaching for a wash cloth and wetting it so he can wipe gently at George’s face and neck, thumbing at a red mark left by his collar.

“It’s probably more effective if you’re in here by yourself.” He wipes at George’s collarbones and chest, thumbing gently at his nipples under the guise of cleaning them. “But what’s the fun in that?”

[gallowseyes]

"You do have a point there," says George, his body arching slightly against the porcelain of the tub as Lee's hands move over him, as he teases at his nipples. "On both fronts."

[atehimrightup]

“I’m gonna have such fun with these when they’re healed,” Lee says in a low voice, smirking as he traces George’s nipples with his thumbs and then drags the cloth lower, rubbing it over George’s stomach and sides.

He scrubs the cloth over his face and arms, giving himself a much quicker wipe down before dropping the washcloth and leaning in to kiss George on the mouth again, unable to help himself.

[gallowseyes]

"Oh, I bet you will," says George, arching slightly at the mix of pleasure and pain when Lee rubs his thumbs against the piercings.

When the kiss breaks, he strokes the side of Lee's face gently, thumb tracing the line of his bottom lip.

"Bed?"

[atehimrightup]

“Bed.” Lee opens the drain for the tub and stands up, sloshing water everywhere as he gets out and reaches for his towel. He’s covered in bubbles and his hair is only half wet so he’s not sure what the bath actually accomplished, but they have to be cleaner now than when they went in.

They dry off haphazardly, tossing their towels aside as Lee puts his hands on George’s hips and backs him into the bedroom, kissing him thoroughly until George’s legs bump into the bed. Lee playfully pushes him back onto it, crawling onto all fours over him.

“However I want, huh?” Lee asks, and there’s the softest blush on his cheeks as his eyes search George’s face. “That was the deal?”

[gallowseyes]

George falls back into the bed, all smiles, looking up at Lee with dark, wondering eyes. He reaches up to smudge a thumb across the flush chasing across Lee's cheekbone.

"That was the deal," he says.