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happy birthday, george

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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"Fuck, you're beautiful," he says, and he means it, utterly. "I want to feel you come around my cock. I'm not sure if you've earned the right to me coming inside you, yet."

Lee nods, and then whimpers. There’s a split second where he worries that he’s done something wrong, that there was something about tonight as a whole that George found lacking, but reminds himself that this is just the game.

George makes no move to touch his cock and Lee realizes that he needs to come without that stimulation. It’s happened before, but it’s always little harder, takes a little longer. And it’s always so, so much more intense.

“What would you have me do, my Lord? I want to be so full of you,” he pleads, mouth falling open on another moan as George slams against his prostate again and again. Lee claws at the grass and lets out a sound like a howl, chest heaving as his whole body tenses. He can feel the pressure building, so much so that he feels a little like he might burst. “Now?”

"I'll think on it," says George, smoothing one hand along Lee's spine, the other still hard on his hip as he fucks him. "Now. Let me feel it."

It takes great effort for Lee to not touch his own cock. He wants to so badly, but he digs his fingertips into the earth and shoves himself back onto George’s cock at just the right angle. When George tells him to come, his body is eager to comply.

Pleasure rips through him and he cries out into the night sky, shooting all over his belly and into the grass. He drops to his elbows again, panting harshly and shaking all over, moaning as George fucks him through the aftershocks, dragging it out until Lee feels like he might just shake apart entirely.

Lee comes and it takes so much effort not to follow, not to come inside him. Still, George is commited to this little game, knows how much Lee enjoys it. They might drop in and out of it, but that doesn't mean he can't commit.

Once Lee's settled, the aftershocks spent, George pulls out of him, curling his fingers around his cock.

"Stay right there."

George pulls out of him and Lee makes a mournful sound, but nods at the instruction. He can feel the cool night air on his exposed, wet hole and he shivers, practically rubbing his cheek against the grass and closing his eyes.

“Yes, my Lord,” he breathes out, feeling almost spacey and a little dazed from the powerful orgasm. He keeps his ass tipped up, thighs spread wide, and waits patiently.

The view that George is afforded from this angle is perfect, and it doesn't take more than a few strokes of his fist before he comes, shooting hot across Lee's arse and thighs. He keeps his hand moving until he's sure he's spent, and then he leans forward, swiping his tongue through the mess on Lee's skin.

It’s the second time that George has come on him tonight and Lee wonders if maybe that should be a little humiliating. But it isn’t because it’s George. It just feels good, like he’s being marked somehow.

He’s expecting the hot splashes of come and the harsh sounds of George’s breathing, but for some reason the sudden touch of his tongue takes him by surprise. He yelps softly, rolling his hips and sucking in a deep breath.

Outside of the circle of the firelight, Lee's pale skin is lit only by the moon, almost glowing, and George can't be sure that he gets every splash of come, but he definitely tries. On his knees like that, game or no game, it feels something like an act of worship.

"Alright, love?" He asks, pressing a warm kiss to Lee's flank, another to the base of his spine.

George keeps hold of him, licking and kissing all along his skin, and Lee lets out a content sigh as his breathing starts to even out. The question makes him smile and he nods, turning over to flop onto his back in the grass.

“Alright, love,” Lee confirms with a nod, looking up at George and reaching for him, drawing him in for a long kiss. “Better than good.”

Sprawled in the grass next to him, George smiles, pressing another kiss to the corner of his mouth and then smudging their noses together.

"I just never want to go too far."

Lee smiles at that, feeling a warm rush of affection that’s long since become familiar to him when it comes to George. It’s so nice to be considered.

“You don’t. I’m not sure you could,” Lee assures him, touching their noses together again and giving him a soft kiss, stroking George’s cheek with his thumb. “But I know that I can tell you if you do.”

He opens his mouth and closes it again, throat working for a moment. “I never knew what it was like to feel safe. Not until you.”

"You can. Always." His eyebrows draw together and he shifts, stroking his fingertips against bare skin with me. "I hate that. That you felt like that. You're always safe with me."

"I just...I like the play acting. The pretending that I'm taking something you're not sure if you want to give."

“I know I am,” Lee assures him, and his expression softens as George explains further. He nods a little, taking a moment to think as he cards his fingers through George’s damp hair.

“I understand the concern, given what I’ve told you about some of my experiences,” Lee begins, smiling a little and cradling George’s face again, stroking at the corner of his mouth. “But George, you’re not them. You could never be them, and I could never be afraid of you.”

His smile goes a bit playful and he shifts closer, leaning in to kiss him on the mouth. “I like the play acting, too. And— yeah, that part, too. Pretending like you’re taking something from me. Maybe that’s weird, all things considered.”

He shrugs and smiles softly, relaxing against the grass. “I like it because it’s you. And maybe— I dunno, it feels like rewriting history, in a way. I can’t explain why I like it, really. But trust me, I do.”

"Alright," says George, some of the uncertainty slipping away as Lee reassures him, looking so relaxed, so happy. "I understand that, though. A rewriting of your past in a way that puts you in control of it." He bends his head, kissing his way down the side of Lee's neck. "We can work with that, I think."

Lee smiles and nods, so pleased to be understood. He's never felt so seen by another person, and he feels very close to giggling as George's soft lips work their way down the side of Lee's neck. He lifts his arms and curls them loosely around George's broad shoulders, squeezing firmly at the back of his neck.

"You still need to put on those old clothes of yours," he murmurs against George's temple, grinning all the while. It feels silly, like they're children playing, despite the very adult topic of discussion. "And have your way with your innocent stable boy."

"You love that idea," he says, smirking, kissing across Lee's chest. There's less of the urgency that there was before; now, he just lets his mouth wander. "And how willing would my stable boy be, I wonder?"

"I do," he admits with a nod, feeling his cheeks heat up. "I-- before this, before you, I never had the chance to just... play. There was only ever one way it could be, and it was rarely fun." He sighs contentedly as George presses sweet kisses to his skin, enjoying how leisurely it is. "With you, it's fun."

He chuckles at the question and drags his nails lightly up and down George's back, humming thoughtfully. "Hm, that's a good question. Slightly more willing than he'd let on, I think. But it would still take some... persuading,."

"Good. I'm glad. It should be fun." Sex hasn't always been fun for him -- sometimes, it's felt like obligation -- but, more often that not, he's enjoyed himself. He's definitely had time to play. He stays here he is, lacing lazy kisses against Lee's skin.

"I'd perhaps need to be a little heavy handed."

The implication makes him shiver, and perhaps it's weird that such a thought turns him on, but oh well. All he's really doing is indulging the darker parts of his psyche in a way that's safe, and it's just the two of them, so as long as they're both consenting that's all that really matters. The more he indulges that dark part of him, the less he might feel the need to on his hungrier days, and that's better for everyone.

"Yes, I think so," he says in a thick voice, shifting his hips as his cock starts to thicken again. Even though it never really went fully soft. It never does when George is naked around him. "You would know what I need better than I do. You would have to show me."

"And you, so innocent," says George, keeping up those lazy, meandering kisses, ignoring Lee's cock altogether for the moment. They're laying sprawled in the grass and George isn't sure he's ever been this content.

"It might hurt, a little."

“So innocent,” he agrees. “Barely even touched by my own hand. That’s a sin, you know.”

He grins up at the night sky, feeling giddy and aroused and so achingly happy. He had no idea it was even possible to feel this way. Never in his wildest dreams could he have even imagined it.

George’s breath is hot against his nipple when he speaks again and Lee can’t help but to groan, almost embarrassed by how much that turns him on. “I’m sure it would. Going from nothing to something so big.”

He shivers a little, swallowing hard, because he wants it to hurt. “No lube back then. You’d have to use a lot of spit.”

That makes George laugh, his mouth pressed against Lee's skin, and then he lifts his head and licks a stripe across his nipple.

"Oh, a pious stableboy too, is it? I see." He grins, shaking his head. "We will. You liked it, when I had you spit in my hand before."

“Might as well make it as dirty as possible,” Lee says with a happy laugh. “We can’t do anything by halves.”

He lets out a shuddering breath as George’s tongue drags over his nipple, back arching slightly as his fingernails drag across George’s scalp. That’s just another part of him that he had no idea was so sensitive. George has taught him so much.

Lee nods, cheeks flushing as he looks down at George, hovering over him catlike in the moonlight. He’s the most beautiful thing that Lee has ever seen. “I did. I like it when you’re bossy, and when it’s filthy. So this will be very fun.”

He likes that reaction so he does it again, teasing Lee's nipple with the tip of his tongue.

"You weren't quite undone enough for my liking," he says, teasing. "I like it when you babble."

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