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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[gallowseyes]

It's exactly what he wants, all of it -- the hand on his throat that stops him breathing for a second, the bloody scrapes on his chest, the way Lee pinches his nipple. It goes right to his cock.

"Are you going to come?" he asks. "Make a mess of me?"

[atehimrightup]

Lee doesn’t answer. He’s too busy staring, and then he drops his head to drag his tongue over the deepest scratch, whining as he tastes George’s blood on his tongue. It’s only the barest hint and he whines, sucking hard at the broken skin to try and get more of it.

He feels out of his mind, huffing and grunting as he shoves himself back onto George’s cock. He’s close, but not yet.

[gallowseyes]

He lifts one arm, curling it around Lee to hold him close to him, hips rocking to rut up into him. "You can do more," he says, breathless. "More blood. If you want."

[atehimrightup]

George’s arm goes around him and Lee whimpers, shifting his weight so that more of him is pressed to George while rocking back onto his thick cock. He’s so aggressively turned on, and that’s even before George makes such an obscene offer.

Lee whines and swallows hard, putting his hand on George’s chest, just over his heart. His thumbnail is sharp and Lee digs the corner of it into George’s skin, pressing in and pushing up. Blood wells to the surface and Lee fixes his mouth to the spot, letting out a possessive growl and putting his hands on the ground on either side of George’s shoulders, caging him in as he licks and sucks, tasting copper on his tongue. Tasting George.

[gallowseyes]

He doesn't really understand the fact that it's blood, not really, but he's pretty sure he understands how it makes Lee feel. One arm stays looped around Lee, keeping him close, the other slipping down to his arse, squeezing, fingers brushing against the place where he pushes into him. They're all but squirming against each other. It's ungainly. Undignified. Perfect.

[atehimrightup]

Lee laps at the spot, licking that scratch and every other he’s left while George holds onto him. His fingers touch where Lee is stretched open and tender and he whimpers, rocking back onto his cock and rubbing himself off against George’s belly.

He can feel his orgasm building like a wild, out of control thing and he bites hard at the top of George’s shoulder as he comes between their bodies, hips jerking as he lets out a sound somewhere between a grunt and a squeal, teeth still pressed into George’s skin.

[gallowseyes]

The bite is hard enough that he yelps, his hips bucking a handful of times before he comes too, his cock buried deep in Lee's arse.

"Fuck," he mumbles, stroking his hand along Lee's spine.

[atehimrightup]

Lee buries his face in George’s neck as he comes inside of him, letting out a possessive growl and opening his mouth to feel George’s pulse thud against his tongue, teeth in either side of his jugular.

It’s a very dangerous place for George to be, all things considered. But Lee would never, could never hurt him. Even the animal inside him could never hurt him. George has won over them both, beauty to his beast.

Eventually Lee goes limp, laying on top of George with his knees curled under him, keeping George’s cock inside of him. He curls one hand over the top of George’s head, lapping at his neck.

[gallowseyes]

He could lie there forever, his cock still inside Lee, Lee's come cooling between their bodies. He groans softly at the feeling of Lee's tongue on his skin, tilting his head against the pillow to give him more room.

"I don't think I'm ever going to move again," he says. "I think we live here now."

[atehimrightup]

Lee grins at that, blinking as he comes back to himself a bit. He almost feels embarrassed by how feral he acted, but it quickly dissipates. George had obviously enjoyed it.

“I’m fine with that,” Lee says in a low rasp, lifting his head so he can kiss George on the mouth. He faintly tastes blood, either his own or George’s, and it’s so hot that he groans through an aftershock of pleasure. “Fuck.”

[gallowseyes]

"Good, then?" he says, his hand still stroking against Lee's spine. The scratches on his chest sting, but not in a way that's in any way unpleasant. He sinks into the pain a little. "Please tell me we're going to sleep here and I don't have to go home."

[atehimrightup]

“Really fucking good,” Lee assures him, practically purring as George’s big hand glides up and down his back. He feels so fucking sated.

“No, we’re sleeping here,” he says with a low chuckle, pulling back enough to look down at George. His ass and his neck sting with bite marks, and he tilts his head a little. That was perhaps the roughest they’ve ever been with each other.

“All good, then?” Lee echoes, wanting to check in.

[gallowseyes]

"All good," says George, turning his head so that he can look Lee in the eye when he says it. "What about you?" he asks, skimming his fingers over one of the bite marks that he can feel on the curve of Lee's arse.

[atehimrightup]

Lee isn’t surprised by the answer, but it still settles him to see George mean it so utterly. He smiles down at George, breath catching as his fingers slide over one of the bite marks. He shivers and nods eagerly, feeling his cheeks flush.

“That was… amazing,” Lee assures him, leaning down to give him another kiss. “Thank you.”

[gallowseyes]

"This is the best birthday I've ever had," murmurs George, smudging their noses together. "So thank you for that, too." He turns his head, stifling a yawn. He can't remember ever being so bonelessly content.

[atehimrightup]

Lee grins at that, feeling his heart tripping over itself as George nudges their noses together and yawns. He is so fond of his man that his chest aches.

“I’ll get the truck ready,” Lee says, kissing George and then sitting up, rocking his hips a little just for one last moment of fullness before he pulls himself off of George’s cock. “I brought an air mattress.”

[gallowseyes]

George stays sprawled naked on the blankets, listening to the sound of Lee moving around just out of his line of sight. Eventually he lifts his head.

"Can I help with anything?"

[atehimrightup]

Lee pulls himself to his feet and stumbles a little, laughing to himself as he heads for the truck. He’s not sure that he’s ever felt so well-fucked. It’s not something that he ever felt before George.

“Not just yet,” Lee tells him, smiling over at the sight of George lying on the blankets, glistening with sweat in the glow of the firelight. God, he’s so lucky.

He fiddles with the air mattress, plugging the pump into the cigarette lighter and letting it inflate in the bed of the truck. He makes sure all the food is in the basket and puts out all the tiki torches except for one, carrying it with him as he makes his way back to George.

“I need you to get up, baby,” he says fondly, nudging George’s shapely thigh with his toes. “So I can put the blankets in the truck. Then you won’t have to move until morning.”

[gallowseyes]

Half dozing, George makes a soft sound of complaint, but he also rolls onto his belly and pushes to his feet, starting to collect up blankets and pillows.

"It's been a while since I slept outside," he says.

[atehimrightup]

“You said you liked it, right? You always sound sort of happy when you talk about being on the road,” Lee says as he sticks the tiki torch into the ground nearby and drags the thicker blankets into the truck. He spreads them out and then leans in through the open back window of the cab, where he’s stashed a clean top sheet and blanket, and a pack of wet wipes.

Once again, he’s proud of his planning. But then again, it wasn’t exactly hard to foresee that they’d destroy some linens and make a mess out here.

He steps over to the end of the cab and takes the pillows, tossing them down and then holding a hand out for George so he can help him up into the bed.

[gallowseyes]

"I did. I do." He takes Lee's hand and steps up into the bed. It's clear how much thought Lee has put into all of this, and George smiles.

"I... Thank you. For all of this."

[atehimrightup]

The smile on George’s face and the soft, grateful tone of his voice when he thanks Lee makes him blush harder than perhaps anything else they’ve done tonight. He did a good job. George is happy. It feels incredible.

“You’re welcome,” Lee says happily, sitting onto the air mattress and urging George to follow. “I’m glad you enjoyed yourself. I thought this would be better than some fancy restaurant.”

George likes fancy things, to be sure, but it’s not all that matters to him. He likes when people pay attention to him, when they remember things, and that’s very easy for Lee to do when it comes to him.

[gallowseyes]

The mattress shifts underneath him, somewhat disconcerting, and he lies down, which makes it less worrying. He holds an arm out to Lee.

"Come here?"

[atehimrightup]

Lee has the wipes in his hand, intent on at least cleaning the scratches on George’s chest, but George reaches for him and Lee is absolutely helpless in the face of such a request.

He drops the wipes and moves to lay along George’s side, tucking himself under George’s arm and resting his head on George’s shoulder. Sighing happily, he curls an arm around George’s middle, pressing a soft kiss to his chest.

[gallowseyes]

Lee settles against him, and George can feel himself already drifting. He's never slept at deeply as he does with this boy in his arms. He makes a soft, contented sound, dropping a kiss into Lee's hair.