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]

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.

[gallowseyes]

"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."

[atehimrightup]

“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.

[gallowseyes]

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.

[atehimrightup]

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?”

[gallowseyes]

"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."

[atehimrightup]

“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.”

[gallowseyes]

"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?"

[atehimrightup]

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?”

[gallowseyes]

"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."

[atehimrightup]

“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.”

[gallowseyes]

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."

[atehimrightup]

“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.

[gallowseyes]

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."

[atehimrightup]

“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.”

[gallowseyes]

"Aha," says George, making it sound like he understands everything suddenly. He starts to press a finger into Lee's ass, slowly, because it's probably not slick enough, but not giving him much time to adjust, either. "You want to be told that you're beautiful, and you're mine, and I'm pretty sure I could talk you into any filthy thing I could think of because you're such a good boy? Such a perfect little slut."

[atehimrightup]

“Ngh,” Lee says eloquently, staring up at George with a helplessly aroused expression, eyes glassy and cheeks pink. It all goes straight to his cock and he nods eagerly, breath hitching as George’s finger sinks into him. It’s not as smooth as if there were lube, but Lee kind of likes the slight drag. It makes it feel more primal, in a way.

“Yes,” he whimpers out, nodding jerkily and breathing hard. “Yes to all of that.” His cheeks go even ruddier and he clenches the blankets in his fist. “I’ll be a good boy. I promise.”

[gallowseyes]

"I know you will." George has always prided himself on being able to adapt to whatever a lover wants him to be, and it's never difficult with Lee. He moves the finger inside him, fucking him slowly.

"You liked it when I fucked you like an animal in the grass, didn't you? Liked being put on your hands and knees and fucked like that." He grins. "I could take anything I wanted when you're like that, and you'd let me." He starts to work another finger into Lee's arse. "Let me hear you say it -- you're a filthy little slut."

[atehimrightup]

Lee nods again, breath catching when George grins. He’s so absurdly beautiful. Especially in firelight. Especially when he smiles. Especially when he’s looking at Lee like he’s the only thing that matters in the whole world.

“I did. I would,” Lee assures him, whimpering again as George adds a second finger. He clenches down around them and rocks his hips a little, jaw working at the next command.

He feels embarrassed, but he knows he doesn’t need to. Still, it takes him a moment, and he feels like he’s blushing all over.

“I’m a filthy little slut,” he says in a quiet voice, making himself meet George’s gaze. “Only for you.”

[gallowseyes]

Lee had asked for him to be rough, and he isn't there, her, but his touch is possessive. He leans down and claims a kiss.

"You can do better than that," he says. "Louder. Like you mean it."

[atehimrightup]

Lee leans up into the kiss eagerly, moaning softly and sucking on George’s bottom lip before he pulls away. He feels half-crazed and so eager to please, because George overrides his basic urge to be obstinate and contrary.

He wants to do whatever George says, even if it’s embarrassing.

“I’m your filthy little slut,” Lee says emphatically, because he wants to make it clear that there is no one on earth who could make Lee act this way. No one except for George. “I’ll do whatever you say as long as you don’t stop touching me. You can have anything, baby. All of me and then some.”

[gallowseyes]

"Mmmmm," says George, smiling at that. "You're so beautiful when you're like this. Jesus, look at you -- cock leaking, fucking yourself on my fingers. You want another one, don't you?" He shifts, barely ghosting the fingers of his free hand along the length of Lee's cock. "I want you so turned on that you're babbling. Brainless. Just holes and a cock."

[atehimrightup]

Lee nods at the question, unabashedly eager, keeping himself up on his elbows so he’s closer to George’s face, lean muscles in his stomach tensing under pale skin, each ridge defined.

“Oh my god,” he says again, hips twitching when George’s fingers tease along his cock. Lee honestly, genuinely had no idea that he could even this turned on. And George wants him to babble, so he does. No filter.

“I didn’t even know that I could get like this. No one else has ever gotten me anywhere close,” he begins in a raw voice, shifting more of his weight onto his elbows so he can rock back onto George’s fingers more effectively. “Only you, baby. Only you could make me this fucking crazy. This pathetically needy.”

He lets out a low groan and stares up at George as if hung the moon. “I told myself not to ever let myself need anyone. But I need you, George. I need you in every way that I can have you and I’d let you do anything to me, baby. I’d let you bleed me dry if that’s what you wanted. Because I’m yours.”

[gallowseyes]

Arousal hits George like a wave and he twists his fingers in Lee's arch, starting to press a third one into him.

"You do like it best when it's me that's bleeding, though..." He says. "Or when I bite you. I haven't forgotten."

[atehimrightup]

“Fuck.” Lee heaves a breath at that and squirms a little, slamming his hands down onto the blankets as he stares up at George’s face. His eyes widen a little, going shiny and vulnerable as he opens his mouth and closes it a few times, like he’s trying to work up courage.

Even now, flayed open as he is, he can’t seem to get the words out. He was worried that George didn’t like the bleeding. He never said anything about it after and it felt like too much to ask for, so Lee has sort of come to the conclusion that it was something they tried once, and that would be it. Even that feels like a gift.

Embarrassingly, he feels his eyes start to sting. Even if he never wanted to do it again, it means so much to Lee to have had it even once. He thinks about it all the time. “I still can’t believe you let me do that. You’re so fucking good to me and I don’t deserve it. I don’t.”

He sniffs and swallows hard, sliding his elbows out from underneath him so that he lands on his back, wanting to move past that last bit. “I love it when you bite me. I love it when it bruises.”