happy birthday, george

[atehimrightup]

Lee has never put much stock into birthdays. His own never really mattered to him, because it never really mattered to anyone else. He would always try to get something for Kayla on her birthday, but that was about the extent of it.

All that is to say that Lee feels woefully prepared to plan a birthday for his-- whatever George is. Boyfriend? That feels so juvenile, like it isn't important enough.

He stresses about it more than he probably needs to, but he's never had the opportunity to celebrate something like this with someone he cares about. Which is already sort of a big deal, but George was the lover of a literal king and was undoubtedly showered with expensive gifts on a regular basis. Lee has no idea how to compete with that, even though he can hear George's voice in his head telling him that it isn't a competition. Which is good, because he'd probably lose.

The actual night isn't much of a problem. He comes up with a plan pretty easily, one that's simple but romantic, he thinks. It's the gift that's the problem. Because nothing in this whole goddamn city is good enough for George. Nothing that he can afford, anyway.

Just days before, he still hasn't found anything and he's getting sort of desperate. He distracts himself by going on a hunt because he really does need to eat, which sort of just makes him feel worse because of the guilt. But the guy is (was) a verified scumbag and women walking alone at night will be safer without him around, so he doesn't feel too bad.

In the guy's pocket is a receipt for a pawn shop that Lee has never heard of, so he goes to check it out the next day. It's in a terrible part of town and there isn't really even a sign. Inside it's dusty and unorganized and Lee just assumes it's some sort of front for something else. Still, he decides to look around while some guy comes out from the back and eyes him with wary suspicion, like he's surprised to see someone in the shop at all.

He finds a dusty jewelry display case and heads toward it hopefully, crouching down in front of it. Inside are mostly gold chains and tennis bracelets, all generic shit that wouldn't suit George at all, and he's about to give up when he spots a blue velvet box tucked back into a corner, half-hidden under a gaudy necklace. It looks like earrings and Lee rises to his feet and coolly asks to take a look at them, not wanting to show any excitement and inadvertently drive the price up. He knows how these places operate.

The guy takes them out of the case and Lee picks them up, doing his best to keep a placid expression even though he's pretty sure he just found what he's looking for. The box looks well-preserved but very old, as do the earrings themselves. He has no idea if the stones are real, but they look like it. There's a small piece of yellowed paper tucked inside, and when Lee discreetly unfolds it he finds elegant cursive scrawl and, most importantly, it's dated 1827. That confirms that they’re old, probably very old, and this guy doesn’t seem to really realize what he has. They're perfect.

Lee is prepared to use every trick in his arsenal to haggle a deal, but it's not even that hard. The guy seems wholly uninterested in this alleged business, and Lee is annoying and persistent, so he ends up getting them for a price that, while painful, won't leave him destitute. When he leaves the shop, earrings tucked carefully into his pocket, he feels lighter than he has in days.

George's birthday comes and they sleep in, then fuck a few times and sleep some more. Lee makes them a late lunch and then tells George that he needs to go run a few errands before they go to dinner, but there's an obvious twinkle in his eye. He leaves George's apartment and goes to his own where he's left all the supplies, and then goes and sets everything up before heading back toward George's building, texting him and telling him to come downstairs, even as he parks and gets out to go meet him by the elevators in the lobby.

He's nervous, but he thinks that this might actually go well. He might actually pull it off.

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[gallowseyes]

"I did want to swim," says George, though Lee is right -- he has started to distract himself. "And then I want to fuck you. And if I can get you to that point of being blushing and embarrassed, that would be a perfect a perfect birthday treat."

[atehimrightup]

Lee chuckles warmly at that, kissing George again and nodding. There is nothing he’d deny George in this moment, he’s pretty sure. This moment or any other.

“You don’t seem to have much trouble making that happen,” Lee reminds him, sliding his hand higher until he can rub at George’s nipple, gently rocking the barbell from side to side and nipping at his bottom lip. “You know how to press all my buttons.”

[gallowseyes]

"I think that feeling is mutual, love," says George, squirming a little as Lee plays with his nipple. "Though, with you, it isn't as easy as just slipping a collar around your neck." He reaches up and twines his fingers in the chain around Lee's neck, giving it a light tug.

[atehimrightup]

“No, I make a little harder,” Lee admits with a laugh, eyes flashing with arousal as George tugs on the chain around his neck.

Lee doesn’t want to wear a collar, and he’s certain that George is okay with that. He understands, at least partially, why it isn’t particularly appealing. But that doesn’t mean that he isn’t wrapped around George’s little finger.

“No one else could get me to act how you can,” Lee tells him, laughing softly at just how true that is. “Not even a little bit.”

[gallowseyes]

"You've said that before," says George, fingers still playing lightly with the chain. "And I can't tell you how much I value it." He grins. "Now get off me and take off your clothes."

[atehimrightup]

“Well, I know it makes you very smug,” he says with a smile, laughing at the command. “As you wish, birthday boy.”

Lee kisses him again and stands up, toeing out of his shoes and pulling his shirt over his head, shaking off his hair. His tattoo is healing nicely, and the inked skin shines under the moonlight. He makes a show of it, slowly unzipping his pants and pushing them down. He isn’t wearing any underwear. There didn’t seem to be much of a point in it.

[gallowseyes]

"It does, a little," says George, propping himself up on his elbows so that he can watch as Lee strips off his clothes. He never gets tired of seeing it, it feels like -- the sleek lines of him, and the long muscles. His heart contracts a little in his chest. He gets to his feet, tugging his own shirt over his head, but reaching out for Lee before he undoes his trousers, pulling Lee in against him for a kiss, hand gliding down the bare curve of his back to palm his arse, tugging their hips tighter together.

[atehimrightup]

Lee has just finished pulling off his last stitch of clothing when George tugs him in and kisses him so hungrily, wanting him. It’s so good that his knees immediately feel a little weak.

He pulls away from the kiss so he can press his mouth to George’s jaw and down the side of his knock, rocking his ass back into George’s hand as he makes room between their hips for him to reach down open George’s pants, slowly tugging down the fly.

“I really like fucking outside,” he admits with a laugh, feeling the dangling earring brush against the side of his nose as he sucks at the bolt of George’s jaw.

[gallowseyes]

"Then we should definitely do it more often," he says, canting his hips slightly as Lee opens his trousers and starts to work them down around his hips. "But we've got time. I intend to have you more than once tonight." He grins. "For my birthday."

[atehimrightup]

“You’ve already gotten so many presents tonight,” Lee teases, as if he would ever turn George down.

He pushes George’s pants down and sinks to his knees, pulling each pant leg off of George’s feet before curling a hand around his cock and licking his lips, glancing up at George’s face. “One more couldn’t hurt.”

[gallowseyes]

"I thought we were swimming," says George, head tilted, smiling and indulgent, fingers brushing dark curls back from Lee's face. "Though you do look very pretty down there."

[atehimrightup]

“We’ve got time. You just said,” Lee reminds him, tipping his head up into George’s touch like a needy cat and preening at the compliment. For the first time in Lee’s life he feels spoiled, too.

“This won’t take very long,” he says in a playfully smug voice, winking at George before taking his cock into his mouth with an eager groan.

[gallowseyes]

Lee's mouth slides down over his cock and George's head tips back, a loud groan slipping out of him. He pushes his fingers into Lee's thick hair but doesn't make any attempt to hold his head still, letting him set the pace.

[atehimrightup]

Lee doesn’t tease, not now. There will be plenty of time to draw things out later, but right now he really just wants to get George off before they go swimming. He wants to make him feel good, always.

Plus, he just loves this. He loves how big George’s cock is in his mouth, how he chokes around it when he gets too eager, loves the noises that George makes.

He bobs his head on George’s cock, stroking his fist up to meet his lips while his other hand massages George’s balls, tugging gently in that way he knows George likes.

[gallowseyes]

Lee wasn't wrong -- it really isn't going to take long. Lee handles him expertly, with his hands and his tongue, and George can already feel his balls starting to tighten.

"Jesus Christ," he says. "That mouth of yours."

[atehimrightup]

Lee hums and stares up at George’s face, reaching down with his free hand to stroke his own cock in perfect time. He closes his eyes and lets a breath out through his nose before pressing forward, swallowing around the head of George’s cock as it sinks into his throat.

His eyes open again and he lets go of George’s balls to grab his hip and tug, urging him to fuck his face.

[gallowseyes]

George can take the hint, his fingers tightening in Lee's hair to hold his head still as he rocks his hips, fucking into his mouth. It feels so incredibly, indescribably good.

[atehimrightup]

A slight breeze ruffles Lee’s hair, cooling the spit on his chin, and all he can smell is fresh air and trees and George.

He keeps two fingers hooked around the base of George’s cock and slides his other hand across George’s hips, staring up at him as his fingers drift over one of his nipples. He pinches at it gently, then starts to bob his head again, working hard to make him come.

[gallowseyes]

He doesn't make any effort to resist, rocking his hips to fuck into Lee's mouth. His head falls back, his fingers tight in Lee's hair.

"I want to come on your face," he says, the words spilling out of him.

[atehimrightup]

George’s hand twist in his hair and Lee groans, pulling back enough to let George’s cock slip out of his mouth. It bobs obscenely and Lee presses a kiss to the head, tonguing at the slit before drawing his head back and looking up at George while sticking out his tongue.

His hands slide to George’s hips and he squeezes, nodding eagerly.

[gallowseyes]

God, he loves this. He wraps his fingers around his spit slick cock, jerking firmly, and it only feels like a moment before he's coming, shooting across Lee's lips and cheek and his tongue.

"Fuck, you're beautiful."

[atehimrightup]

Lee’s breath hitches at that first hot splash of come against his cheek. It feels so filthy, sitting here letting George do this to him. Maybe that’s why he likes it so much.

Once George is done, Lee swallows what landed on his tongue and smiles at the compliment. He stands up and kisses George, smearing his come between their mouths.

“Mm, now we really need to go swimming,” he murmurs in a low, raspy voice. “Because now I need a bath.”

[gallowseyes]

George groans at the taste of his own come on Lee's tongue, the smudge of it sticky where Lee's face touches his.

"I haven't even started to get you as filthy as we both know you want," he teases, fingers twined with Lee's to draw him towards the water.

[atehimrightup]

“Oh, is that right?” Lee asks with a happy laugh, letting George lead him to the water’s edge. Their arms are outstretched between them, fingers threaded together, and Lee is just so horribly content. He’ll never get used to it.

The water is cool as they step into it, but this late in the summer it’s pleasant enough. Once they’re waist deep, Lee draws George in closer, lifting their joined hands to drape George’s arm over his shoulder, then putting his hand on George’s hip.

It feels like something out of a movie, like a fairytale, and Lee smiles softly before leaning in for another kiss.

[gallowseyes]

"That's right," murmurs George, keeping Lee pulled in close against him, the water lapping around them. "You're mine, and I fully intend to have my way with you." He takes another kiss. "Multiple times."