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]

“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.”

[gallowseyes]

George huffs a laugh at that, the movement of his hips speeding, becoming slightly more erratic.

"Maybe," he says. "I'd hate for you to suffer."

[atehimrightup]

“Mm, I know what it’s like to suffer,” Lee breathes out. He isn’t looking for pity; it’s just a simple fact. He knows, and there is no unknowing it. “Being with you could never be that.”

George’s move faster, and with a little less finesse. This is Lee’s favorite part. He loves it when George gets so worked up that all practice and finesse falls away to leave only a man overwhelmed by all that he’s feeling. It’s so beautiful to witness.

“Please come inside me,” Lee pleads almost desperately. “I need to feel it.”

[gallowseyes]

The tone of Lee's voice, hearing him talk like that, has the same effect on George that it always does -- it goes right to his cock. He slams his hips forward, grunting with the exertion.

"Keep talking to me?" he says. "Let me hear you."

[atehimrightup]

“Pretty sure that’s what I asked you to do and you barely have,” Lee teases, but he’s happy enough to comply. He likes having such an effect on George.

“I love it when you come inside me,” he begins in a low voice, grunting as George snaps his hips harder. “I love keeping some part of you with me always. I love how sticky and messy it is. Please, baby. Let me have it. I’ve been good.”

[gallowseyes]

"You're so good," says George, through fitted teeth, and then he does come, his fingers tightening on Lee's thigh so hard that the skin under them whitens. "Oh, fuck, you feel so fucking good."

[atehimrightup]

Lee stares up at George’s face, feeling amused and smug that George is the one coming undone when that’s what he requested of Lee. He doesn’t get too cocky, though. He knows George isn’t done with him.

His own cock is aching and he has to clench his jaw and fight off his own orgasm, feeling his neglected cock throb as the cool night air hits it and makes him shiver.

George’s grip is so tight on his leg and Lee hopes that it leaves bruises. He wants evidence of this night all over his body so he can look in the mirror and focus on those marks, instead.

“You’re the only one,” Lee says in a low voice, one rough and full of promise. “The only one to come inside me ever again.”

It’s not a hard promise to make, but he means it wholeheartedly.

[gallowseyes]

"Good," says George, grinning, his cock still inside Lee, his chest heaving. He reaches out with his free hand, ghosting the backs of his fingers along the shaft of Lee's hard cock.

"Now," he says. "Question is do you want the bite first or your cock in my mouth?"

[atehimrightup]

“If you bite me right now I will come,” Lee warns him, whimpering softly when George teases at his cock. He’s so hard that he feels like he might cry. Again.

“And I know how much you like swallowing my come,” he says, just a little smug. “Like you’re starving.”

[gallowseyes]

"Well, you have given me a taste for it, it's true," he says, casually, teasing his thumb over the slick head of Lee's cock. "I've swallowed come before, but I don't think I've ever enjoyed it quite so much."

[atehimrightup]

Lee swallows hard, cheeks flushing as he tries to decide how much of what’s going through his mind that he should say out loud. Sometimes he worries that he’ll let too much slip, and George will find out what a freak he actually is.

It feels inevitable, sometimes. Either George will find out or the guilt of keeping the secret will destroy him. Lee isn’t sure which, but he’s almost positive that a happy ending is not in the cards for him. He’s already gotten so much more than he deserves.

“I— I like knowing that there’s some part of me in your belly,” he admits, cheeks burning like he just said something truly obscene. “That you’ve swallowed me down. It’s— it feels romantic. To me.”

[gallowseyes]

"Well, it sounds romantic when you put it like that," says George and then he shifts, letting Lee take his leg down off his shoulder so that he can sprawl between Lee's thighs, turning his head so that, instead of his fingers, he can tease his mouth along the length of Lee's cock.

[atehimrightup]

Again, Lee feels a little like he might cry, but now for a different reason. It feels like he’s lying. It feels like a betrayal, and George deserves so, so much better.

He told himself that it was okay, because it wasn’t serious. Because George could see other people. He would meet someone else. But now he’s just being selfish and it’s getting harder and harder to convince himself that isn’t just… evil. He doesn’t deserve any of this.

But then George is shifting between his legs and mouthing at his cock and Lee is helpless. He’s always so helpless when it comes to George.

“You’re so good to me,” he breathes out shakily, closing his eyes tight and swallowing hard. His hand is trembling as he reaches out to bury it in George’s hair, fingertips dragging along his scalp.

[gallowseyes]

George's hair is longer here than it has been for a long time, and he loves the way it feels when Lee pushes his fingers into it, loves the feel of nails against his scalp. He teases the head of Lee's cock with his tongue, groaning softly at the taste of him, and then he slides his mouth down over the length of him, cheeks hollowing as he immediately starts to suck like a man starving.

[atehimrightup]

George starts to suck him so eagerly that it turns all of Lee’s worries into so much white noise. It’s a constant cycle, fear and guilt and worry that’s quieted by George’s touch and replaced with a euphoria that he can’t let go of.

This stopped being casual so fucking long ago. He was kidding himself from the very start. He remembers the first time that George fell asleep at his place, and the ache Lee felt in his chest at the sight of him in the pre-dawn light. He should have known even then how much trouble he was in.

“Fuck, baby,” he breathes out, pulling on George’s hair and rocking up into his mouth. It doesn’t take very long at all before all he’s aware of is intense pleasure, and then he’s coming with a soft cry, spilling onto George’s tongue as he arches his back.

[gallowseyes]

Lee comes in his mouth, and George swallows every drop. He's enjoyed sucking cock since the first time he did it, but he's never enjoyed it as much as he does when its Lee's cock in his mouth. Eventually, when Lee's cock starts to soften in his mouth, he lifts his head, wiping come from the corner of his mouth with the pad of his thumb and then sucking it clean.

"Do you want to roll over on your own, or do you want me to make you?" he says, biting his lip over a smile.

[atehimrightup]

Lee lifts his head to watch as George swallows, feeling another wave of pleasure at the thought of a part of him being inside of George like that, carried around with him. He breathes hard and blinks dazedly at the question, considering for a moment.

And then he makes a big show of collapsing down against the blankets like dead weight, brows lifted in a challenge.

[gallowseyes]

George grins at that, rolling his eyes. He knows that, for all he's built bigger, Lee is deceptively strong, but George also suspects that he won't be putting up much of a fight. He takes hold of Lee's hip, fingers digging in, and flips him, aiming to send him sprawling, ungainly, in the blankets.

[atehimrightup]

Lee is well aware that it won’t be much of a challenge for George, but he still laughs at how aggressively he’s flipped over. He lands in a pile of skinny limbs in their nest of blankets and stretches out, pulling the pillow under his head and curling his arms around it.

“A blank canvas just for you,” Lee murmurs seductively, planting his knees into the ground so he can tilt his ass up a little. He’d let George do anything he wanted. Bite him, spank him, make him bleed. He’d take it all happily.

[gallowseyes]

The cleft of Lee's ass is slick, his hole well-fucked and, for a moment, George just lets him kneel there while he stares. He leans in, pressing a kiss to the cheek of Lee's arse, sucking up a mark, but not biting. Not yet."

[atehimrightup]

Lee’s breath catches at that first touch of his lips, and he feels oddly nervous for reasons he can’t exactly articulate. He had made it very clear that he doesn’t expect George to push himself, so if he bites Lee it’s because he wants to.

And him wanting to? Well, that does things to Lee.

Still, he doesn’t rush. He doesn’t feel impatient. Instead he just hums and relaxes under the stars, loose limbed and well fucked, letting this absurdly beautiful man lavish him with attention.

[gallowseyes]

He hadn't been lying when he'd said that he enjoyed the sensation of biting Lee, combined with the way Lee always reacts. He thinks often (usually with his cock in his hand) about that night when he'd made Lee tell him where to bite him next.

At first, he just nips at the flesh under his mouth, in between sucking kisses, experimentally biting harder each time.

[atehimrightup]

The first bites don’t hurt at all, but the blunt pressure of George’s teeth against his skin when he’s still buzzy from his orgasm makes Lee breathe out raggedly, cursing softly under his breath. He used to be so quiet during sex, focused and almost stoic. But such as the case with so many things, it’s different with George.

He’s different with George.

Lee isn’t expecting George to keep on biting him, a little harder each time like he’s testing out the pressure, and it makes Lee feel a little like he’s going insane. The bites start to sting, and then there’s one that hurts just right, sending a jolt of sensation through him. He assumes it must be a lot like what George feels when Lee spanks him. It hurts, but it’s good.

He lets out a moan, lifting his fist and pounding down against the ground as he presses his face into the pillow, tilting his ass up shamelessly.