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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[atehimrightup]

“Yeah, but you’re barely ever in the kitchen,” Lee teases. “The one room where I’m safe from you distracting me.”

He grins and kicks back into the water, biting his lip as he looks at George, bouncing on his toes with his chin just above the surface.

“Do you wanna race across?” Lee asks, wiggling his eyebrows.

[gallowseyes]

"That's because I can burn water, and we both know it." He grins at Lee bouncing and kids, stretching both arms over his head and flexing his shoulders.

"Sure. We can raise. Is there a prize for winning?"

[atehimrightup]

“You can’t be good at everything,” Lee replies, grinning as George starts to bounce and stretch. Lee does the same, then swims past him to get to the shore and climb out, gesture for George to join him at the water’s edge.

“Is the glory not enough?” He chuckles and puts his hands on his hips. “What do you think the prize should be? There’s already nothing I would say no to when it comes to you, I’m sure.”

[gallowseyes]

"Can't I?" asks George, climbing up out of the water and slicking his hair back from his face. He'd never been especially learned, but he has always been athletic. He'd tried -- and failed -- to teach John to swim more time sthan he could count. "Oh, I don't know. I'd ask for some acrobatic sex act, but I think I've had you pretty much every way I could think of." He smirks.

[atehimrightup]

“Exactly my point,” he replies with a fond laugh, though his mouth goes a little dry at the sight of George climbing out of the water. He looks like he’s moving in slow motion, but that might just be in Lee’s head.

“You’re ridiculous,” Lee says simply, looking George up and down and shaking his head a little.

[gallowseyes]

"I don't know what you mean," says George, grinning. He stretches again and, yes, it's something of a performance. "Let's do it the other way, then -- what can I give you, if you manage to best me?"

[atehimrightup]

Lee quirks a brow at that, pressing his tongue into the inside of his cheek as he thinks. George is probably expecting something sexual, so Lee decides to take a different route.

“If I win,” he begins, lifting his arm to point at a spot across the pond behind George. “You have to jump off the giant rock with me.”

[gallowseyes]

George turns to look at the giant rock. He's done more foolhardy things in his life.

"Deal done," he says. "On your count?"

[atehimrightup]

“You’re on, princess,” Lee teases, winking as he turns to position himself at the edge of the water. This is so stupid. They’re both half hard, hungry for each other, but instead of giving into desire, they’re going to race like children. It feels like foreplay. He loves every minute of it.

He counts down from three, glancing over at George. “Go!”

They both splash into the water and Lee laughs as he launches himself forward as soon as it’s deep enough, swimming into the deeper, colder water.

[gallowseyes]

George knows what he's strong swimmer, but Lee is just as strong, lithe and fast. They cut through the water, almost neck and neck, and George thinks he actually might win, but then Lee is inching ahead.

"Fuck!" says George, but he's laughing.

[atehimrightup]

Neither of them are going easy on the other, and Lee likes that. Neither of them feel any need to try and dim their light to make the other shine.

As they near the shore on the opposite end, Lee grits his teeth and propels himself forward, shoving his feet into the rocks as soon as he’s close enough, shifting upright as he climbs up onto the loose grass and soft earth. George is right on his heels and Lee laughs as he throws his arms up into the air in victory.

[gallowseyes]

Lee throws his arms up and George tackles him around the waist, carrying them both down to the grass. He plants a kiss to the wet skin of Lee's chest.

"I nearly had you," he protests, laying down more kisses.

[atehimrightup]

Lee’s eyes widen slightly as George lunges at him and he laughs as he lands on the soft grass, arms out to the side as George kisses him.

“Your big ass creates too much drag,” Lee jokes, dragging George’s wet hair back from his forehead as his lips drift over the scar on his chest, and his tight nipple just below it. “Being flat all the way down makes me more aerodynamic.”

[gallowseyes]

"Oh, is that it?" asks George, as he teases Lee's nipple with lips and tongue and the edges of his teeth. One of his hands tightening on Lee's hip. "Thank you for enlightening me."

[atehimrightup]

“You’re welcome,” Lee says with a chuckle, hissing through his teeth as George bites at his nipple, sending a jolt of pleasure to his groin.

His thighs fall open and he drags his nails lightly up George’s back, blinking up at the night sky and feeling so wholly content.

[gallowseyes]

"You can do that harder," says George, at the drag of Lee's nails against his back. His mouth moves to the other side of Lee's chest, and, this time, he bites a little harder.

"We left the lube on the other side of the water," he murmurs against Lee's skin.

[atehimrightup]

“Freak,” Lee teases affectionately, laughing and groaning as George bites him harder. The edge of pain makes him shiver all over and he reaches down to the small of George’s back, digging his nails in enough to leave faint pink lines as he drags them up his spine again.

“Well,” Lee begins, feeling quite smug at how well he planned this whole night. “If only I had prepped myself before I went and picked you up.”

He lets out a low chuckle and arches up under George’s mouth. “Oh wait. I did.”

[gallowseyes]

"Oh, you perfect little slut," says George, utterly delighted. He kisses down Lee's body, to the dip of his navel, traces it with his tongue before he sits up on his knees. "Roll over. Arse up."

[atehimrightup]

“I do aim to please,” Lee drawls out, grinning at the command. No one else could bark orders at him and have him tripping over himself to obey, but no one else is George.

He rolls over gracefully, settling on his hands and knees and then shifting to his elbows so he can arch his back like a cat in heat, presenting his ass. A cool breeze rolls across his damp skin and he shivers, digging his fingers into the soft grass and twisting to look over his shoulder at George, framed by the moon and the trees just beyond him.

“I’m your present, too,” Lee says in a seductive tone, slowly swiveling his hips.

[gallowseyes]

"And you do. Please," says George, landing a warm, affectionate slap on Lee's arse. He leans down, holding a hand out where Lee can reach it. "Spit."

[atehimrightup]

Lee grunts at the smack and spreads his knees a little wider. George may be trying to distract him, but Lee isn’t going to forget their bet.

“Jesus,” he breathes out as he looks down at George’s palm, cheeks flushing as he gathers saliva in his mouth, pooling on his tongue. He leans down and spits into George’s palm, then nips at the inside of his wrist, kissing at his pulse before lifting his head again.

[gallowseyes]

"Good boy," says George, as he slicks the length of his hard cock with Lee's spit. He rubs the head along the cleft of Lee's arse, teasing against his hole. "Do you want me to fuck you before you collect on your winnings?"

[atehimrightup]

“Do you really think I’m gonna make you stop now?” Lee replies with a laugh, groaning as the blunt head of George’s cock rubs at his hole.

It’s insane how quickly George can reduce him this, quivering and needy. He feels like an animal, breathing in the scent of trees and moss and their arousal, on all fours in the grass.

“I’m willing to delay it for the time being,” Lee says in a low voice, overly formal as he drops his head and smirks to himself. “I want you to fuck me. My Lord.”

[gallowseyes]

"Oh, like that, is it?" he asks, breath hitching as he starts to ease his cock into Lee's arse, going as slow as he thinks he can bear. "Is that what you're in the mood for? Playing the slut I bought out here so I can fuck you however I like without anyone knowing?" He grins. "I told you how I want you by the end of the night already."

[atehimrightup]

“You did make me aware,” Lee drawls out, though it takes great effort to sound so unaffected. He can’t make it that easty for George. What’s the fun in that?

“I was just addressing you respectfully,” he points out, breathing out shakily as George sinks into him so slowly. It stings, just a little, since he prepped himself so long ago. But it’s a good kind of burn, one that only makes the pleasure feel all that much better. “You’re the one coming up with a whole little fantasy.”

He chuckles softly and groans again, breathing in deep and then shifting his face into as innocently seductive an expression he can manage as he twists to look over his shoulder again, whimpering as if the pain is greater than it is. “But I’m not a slut. I was untouched before you.”

Lee rocks back onto George’s cock, whimpering again. He’s putting on quite a show, so much so that he feels a little ridiculous, but it’s hot all at the same time. “But you’re too hard to resist, my Lord.”