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 so relieved that he grins, laughing softly as his nerves dissipate. These moments happen sometimes, and they always seem to navigate their way out of them so easily.

Sometimes it gives Lee hope that they can work through anything, but he knows that’s a dangerous thing to feel. He can’t expect miracles.

“That all sounds very good to me,” Lee says breathlessly, lifting his head to press another kiss to George’s mouth just to try and express a little of the intense rush of affection he feels. “Do with me what you will, baby. I’m all for it.”

[gallowseyes]

George grins at that and then he traces the line of Lee's bottom lip with his thumb, before he presses it into his mouth, rubbing it over his tongue.

"I could hold you down," he says. "You could struggle, if you wanted. Knowing I'd still end up taking what I wanted, anyway?"

[atehimrightup]

The mood seems to shift back quite easily, and Lee is relieved. Yes, he got caught up in the thought of George reclaiming his scars, but he knows it’s a lot. Maybe someday, if George decides it’s something he’d actually like to do. He’s well aware now of just how eagerly it would be received, so Lee is happy to let the idea exist as a hypothetical. Really, it means so much that the thought would even occur to George at all.

Right now, he focuses on the thumb in his mouth, sucking on it as he stares up at George’s face and lets his low voice wash over him, shivering at what he says.

Men had held Lee down and taken what they wanted before. Lee’s killed a few men for trying, once he got older. It’s not something he’s ever enjoyed.

At least not until George. With him, Lee feels safe.

“You could try,” Lee murmurs around the tip of his thumb, giving him a coy, playful smirk.

[gallowseyes]

"We both know you wouldn't actually fight me that hard," says George. "Are you ready for lube now, or do you still want it to sting?" While he loves the convenience of the lube, he's finding that he loves the filthiness of having Lee spit into his palm. His hand shifts to Lee's throat, squeezing just lightly.

[atehimrightup]

“Probably not,” Lee replies, knowing he would fight just enough to make it fun for both of them.

The question is hot enough, but then George’s big hand wraps around his neck and applies the barest amount of pressure, and Lee swallows just so he can feel it, eyes darkening as he stares up at George.

“I want to still feel you there tomorrow,” Lee says in a low rasp of a voice, pressing his throat up against George’s palm. He had prepped himself with a messy amount of lube and he assumes some of that will still be there, even after a swim. He doesn’t really feel the need for more.

[gallowseyes]

"I think," says George, his fingers still around Lee's throat. "That I should fuck you first -- to remind you who you belong to, really remind you. And then I'll give you a few more marks to really drive the point home." He leans in, and takes a kiss. "Unless you'd like to play the innocent again." He grins. "I'll happily defile you."

[atehimrightup]

“I don’t think I have the patience for that right now,” Lee admits with a laugh. “As much as I want to circle back to that.”

“I want to belong to you,” he says almost desperately, hoping that it isn’t just another thing George is saying. Sometimes, when he’s this worked up, it’s harder for him to tell. “Please show me.”

[gallowseyes]

"That''s fair," says George, nodding. "But we are definitely circling back to it." He holds out his hand, palm up. "Spit. And then get on your back. Legs spread wide."

[atehimrightup]

“Yes, sir,” Lee says with a smile, and then for the third time that night, Lee gathers saliva on his tongue and spits into George’s palm, licking his lips.

He’s relieved when George tells him to stay on his back, falling down onto it and spreading his legs wide, drawing his knees up and putting his hands up over his head.

[gallowseyes]

"That's it," says George, appreciating the picture for a moment, and then using Lee's spit to slick the length of his aching cock. "Keep your hands above your head." He shifts, guiding one of Lee's legs up to rest against his thigh, rubbing the head of his cock along the cleft of his arse before he starts to push into him. "You're mine. Say it."

[atehimrightup]

Lee nods at the instruction, breath hitching as George positions himself. And then he’s pushing in and it stings a little, but in a good way. Like a bite.

He moans softly and arches back, staring up at George with wonder in his eyes, nodding along before George even tells him to repeat it.

“I’m yours,” he says emphatically, whimpering softly as George’s big cock sinks in deeper, with just enough drag to make him shiver. “Fuck, baby. Nothing has ever been more true for me.”

[gallowseyes]

Lee looks beautiful like this, spread open and held, and George finds himself staring as he keeps up the slow slide of his cock into Lee's arse. He holds his thigh, fingers digging into the muscle.

"That's right," he says. "You belong to me."

[atehimrightup]

Lee breathes out and shivers again, eyes rolling back in his head. Maybe if he weren’t so deep in it, he might be a little embarrassed at the effect those words have on him.

But he isn’t. Not at all.

“All I’ve ever wanted is a place to belong,” Lee admits, which is maybe one of the most revealing things he’s ever said. It’s probably more than he needs to say, but he wants George to know. “Thank you for giving me that.”

[gallowseyes]

As deep as he can get, he gives Lee a moment to adjust before he starts to fuck him in earnest, keeping that leg up against his chest. His eyes are drawn to the purpling bite mark on Lee's belly and a wave of arousal hits him.

"You feel so good like this," he admits. "Not quite slick enough."

[atehimrightup]

George holds him by the thigh, keeping him spread open, and Lee arches up with a loud moan as George really starts to fuck him. It feels so good to be filled like this, and he can’t believe that he went so long thinking he didn’t like it.

And it would have stayed that way forever, if not for George.

“I like it,” Lee agrees, nodding dumbly and grabbing at the blankets over his head as he lifts his head to look down at where their bodies meet, watching his own bobbing cock and then letting his gaze linger on the pair of crescent marks on his stomach, eyes darkening as he stares. “I can really feel you. Every little bit.”

His gaze finally lifts to George’s face and he puts on his best innocent, doe-eyed expression. “If you come inside me, I’ll be slicker next time.”

[gallowseyes]

"That's true," says George, grinning, all artifice slipping away as it so often does with Lee. "After this, give me a moment to catch my breath and I'll flip you over so that I can mark you and fuck you all over again."

[atehimrightup]

“Okay,” Lee says agreeably, feeling a bit dazed as George thrusts into him again and again. The sting has faded but it still feels a little raw, tender in a good way. Like pressing on a bruise.

Which is has the feeling he’ll be doing a lot in the coming days.

“Your smile is so pretty,” Lee drawls out almost mindlessly, groaning softly as he just lies back and allows himself to be fucked. “Every time I make you smile I feel like I’ve won a prize.”

[gallowseyes]

it's a sweet compliment and George finds himself genuinely smiling in response as they fuck. He squeezes Lee's thigh. "You're beautiful,' he says, and means it. "Every single inch of you."

[atehimrightup]

They grin at each other like idiots and Lee seeks out the hand not gripping his thigh, squeezing George’s fingers and bringing that hand to his chest, holding it against his heart.

“Every single one, huh?” He chuckles softly and bites his bottom lip, staring up at George with open adoration. “God, you feel good. I had no idea it could feel like this.”

[gallowseyes]

"Good," says George, his cock moving more smoothly inside Lee's arse now. "I like being the one who showed you that."

They both like it when they have a chance to experience firsts.

[atehimrightup]

“You’ve shown me so much,” Lee says sincerely, brow furrowing slightly as he stares up at George in awe. He feels drunk somehow, like everything is blurry except for him.

He lets out a shuddering breath and shifts his weight a little, pressing his shoulders into the ground so he can roll his hips with George’s, falling into sync as they so often do.

“Are you gonna come inside me?” He asks, and perhaps gives George a bit of a pout, eyes big and bright as he remembers how George had teased him earlier. “Have I earned it yet?”

[gallowseyes]

"Oh, certainly," says George, because he can't imagine anything he wants more than that, right then. "But I don't want you to come until your cock is in my mouth. Yes?"

The thought of it makes his head spin. "Then I think I might want to sleep for a while. Maybe I'll wake you up later with my cock already sliding into you."

[atehimrightup]

“Yes, I can manage that,” Lee agrees easily, then groans as George continues. There is probably no way that George could get that far without Lee waking up, especially out in the woods, but it’s a very nice thought. “What happened to turning me over and marking me up? Did I wear you out?”

He’s grinning as he says it, obviously teasing. As long as he’s here with George, close enough to feel the warmth of him and hear his heart, he’s perfectly content.

[gallowseyes]

"Oh, I haven't forgotten," says George, grinning, sweat sheening his bare skin, even with the cool evening air. "I want my teeth marks on your arse, so you feel the bruise every time you sit down until it heals."

[atehimrightup]

The words hit Lee like a punch, making him groan and nod drunkenly, holding onto George’s hand over his heart like it’s a lifeline. It occurs to him only then that George told him to keep his hands over his head, but thankfully he doesn’t seem to mind.

It just feels so important to hold onto his hand.

Lee reaches down with his other hand to press on the bite on his stomach, whimpering when he realizes that he can still feel the faint indent of George’s teeth.

“Maybe I’ll just have to sit exclusively in your lap,” he teases, lifting their joined hands so he can bite playfully at George’s fingers. “For some cushion.”