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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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“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?"

George grabs at him to tug him in for a kiss and it goes straight to Lee’s cock. It turns out that he likes to be manhandled when it’s George. Sex is just infinitely better when there’s trust.

“Well, that’s a tricky question,” Lee says against George’s mouth, smiling and nipping at his bottom lip as he puts his hands on George’s waist. “There’s lube in the bag but what if I want both?”

"Slut," says George, fondly, taking another kiss that's just as hard, just as hungry. "Then both you shall have. We can use spit until I want more inside you than that will allow." He takes his hand away from Lee's jaw and puts his hand on his chest, pushing hard which to send him sprawling into the nest of blankets.

"Spread your legs," he says, head tilted, smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Keep them spread."

“Oh my god.” Lee lets out a breathless laugh at the formal way George talks. Well, more to the way he reacts to it, which is shiver with pleasure and damn near giggle.

George pushes him and Lee lets himself fall back, arms over his head as his shoulders hit the ground, bright blue curls fanning out from his face. The easy command is hot enough on its own, but it’s that tiny smile that gets to him. Like he’s so happy that he just can’t help it. Lee knows the feeling.

He bends his knees and spreads his thighs as wide as he comfortably can, planting his heels into the ground and shoving a pillow under the small of his back, one arm over his head while his other hand rests at his side.

“As you wish,” he says in a soft, happy voice, nose briefly crinkling with affection, “my Lord.”

George rolls his eyes, fondly, rummaging through the bag to find the lube and dropping it onto Lee's stomach for safe keeping.

"Just George for now," he says, holding out his hand, palm up. "Spit."

“Not baby?” Lee asks with a knowing smile, stomach muscles tensing as the lube slaps against his damp skin. George holds out his hand and Lee realizes all at once that it’s a lot more embarrassing face to face, when he has to sit up a little to reach George’s hand, propping himself up onto his elbows.

He flicks his gaze up at George, looking at him from under his lashes as his jaw works, cheeks flushing with heat as he spits into George’s palm.

George doesn't miss the blush, and he smiles, before he adds his own spit to Lee's in his plan, spreading it over his fingers.

"That's fine, too," he says, shifting his hand between Lee's spread thighs to rub spit-slick fingers over his hole. "Remind me how you want it, love."

“You’re supposed to be the one doing the talking,” Lee reminds him playfully, though he can’t help the way his expression melts at the pet name. His breath hitches as George rubs at his hole, just tender enough from their earlier round that it makes him shiver.

“I want it possessive,” Lee says again, but this time it makes him blush. Maybe because he’s looking George in the eye, and it feels a lot like an admission. “I want it dirty.”

He stares up at George’s face, mouth falling open at the slick press of George’s fingers. And then he does that stupid chin tilt that makes him look so hot and smug, and Lee loses his mind a little bit. “I want you to talk a lot and tell me you like me and call me a good boy.”

His blush runs down to his chest and he lets his head fall back a he takes a deep breath. “All in that dumb posh accent of yours. Fuck, it’s hot.”

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