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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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"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."

“You’re so good to me,” Lee breathes out when George laps at his nipple, meaning it utterly. George pays attention to him, listens to him, and it makes him feel important in a way that he’s never experienced before. George makes him feel like he matters.

He laughs at that, ruffling George’s hair and tightening his fingers in it, dragging George’s head up so their eyes can meet and Lee can give him a challenging smile. “The night’s still young, my Lord. I guess you’ll just have to try harder.”

George meets that look with a tilt of his chin. Far be it for him to refuse to rise to a challenge.

"Do you want to jump off your rock, first? And then I'll apply myself to the task at hand."

George tilts his chin and clenches his jaw, and Lee knows that only something good can come from that look. The mention of the rock throws him for a moment, and then he lets out a bright laugh.

“I’d almost forgotten,” he admits, smiling and sitting up, cupping George’s face in his hands and giving him a long, lingering kiss. “I suppose we should head back over to the blankets.” He grins and kisses him again. “Now that you’ve fucked me in the grass like an animal.”

He pulls himself to his feet and reaches for George’s hand, grinning in the moonlight. “Come on. We’ll do it together.”

"I'm not promising I won't do it again, either," says George, hauling himself to his feet and then tugging Lee in close so that he can kiss him. "You seemed to enjoy it."

“Oh, I very much enjoy it when you fuck me like an animal,” Lee says with a wink, grinning as George pulls him in close and kisses him.

He’s never been so happy in his life. If he had one wish, it would be for this to never end.

“Come on, stop trying to distract me,” Lee chides playfully, slapping at George’s pert ass before pulling away and dragging him toward the rock. He’s jumped off of it enough times to know that it’s safe, otherwise he wouldn’t risk George jumping off of it at all. “A bet’s a bet.”

George grins at the slap and lets himself be guided.

"You're acting like I've never done anything fool hardy my entire life," he says, shaking his head. "I assure you I have."

“Oh, I believe it,” Lee says with a laugh, one that only gets louder as he climbs up onto the rock with a very obvious erection.

Once they’re standing on the edge, Lee threads their fingers together and looks over at George with a breathless grin, radiating happiness. He leans in to kiss him, just because he can, and then surges forward and leaps from the rock, holding onto George’s hand as they fly through the air.

He's been out of the water long enough that the cold when they hit the surface is a shock. He keeps hold of Lee's hand, though, until he kicks to the surface , pulling him in for a breathless kiss.

"Are you happy, now, you gremlin?" he asks. "Satisfied with your winnings?"

Lee is grinning when he resurfaces, wet hair flat against his head as George pulls him through the water, kissing him soundly as they tread just above the surface.

Lee nods, and he feels a little like he could cry.

“I’ve never been this happy in my life,” he admits with a soft smile, flicking his hair back and kissing George again, tugging him back toward the shore.

"I don't think I have, either," admits George, allowing himself to be towed towards the shore. "I've definitely never enjoyed my birthday this much."

“You don’t think so, huh?” Lee laughs and lets go of him only to climb out of the water, reaching up with both hands as he flicks his wet hair back and pushes it out of his face. “I guess I have some work to do.”

He smirks and stands there unabashedly naked for a moment, then heads for the back of the truck and pulls out two thick towels, tossing one over to George.

“I’m glad,” he says almost shyly, pleased that his planning turned out so well.

He dries off with the towel, enjoying the softness of it against his skin before he lets it drop and steps in behind Lee, pulling him in closer against him.

"I want to fuck you again, but I want you to decide what you want it to be like," he says.

Lee grins again when George tugs him in close, tossing his towel into the truck and leaning back against him, head tipped back against his shoulder. God, it feels so good to be held.

“Hm, there’s so many options,” he drawls out, reaching up to tap his chin even as he rocks his ass back enticingly against George’s hips. “I thought you wanted me babbling? Smashing my head against things?”

"That's exactly what I want," says George, grinding his hips forward against Lee's arse as he kisses down the side of his neck. "Tell me what to do to get you there."

“Mm, that’s a good start,” Lee murmurs, tilting his head to the side as George kisses his neck. “God, your voice drives me crazy. I want you to talk dirty to me.”

He flushes a little and pulls away only to head back over to their nest of blankets, glad that he put the food away before they went swimming. Grabbing the champagne bottle from where it was propped against a rock, he sinks to his knees and takes a long drink from the bottle, keeping his eyes on George the whole time.

“Talk dirty to me and put your fingers inside me,” he says with a jerky nod, cheeks red hot as he sits back on his heels. His cock is still rock hard, even after the cold shock of the water. He’s shivering a little, eager for George’s warmth. “Be really possessive of me. Be a little rough.”

He takes another sip from the bottle and then continues almost shyly. “I like being on my back. Being able to see you.”

"That is most certainly something I can work with," says George, taking the bottle from Lee and taking a long swallow before he gets it aside. He leans in, one hand coming up to build Lee's jaw hard, tugging him in for a kiss. "Did you bring lube, or do you want me to use your spit again?"

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