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Lee is well aware of George's love of horses, and knows that he goes to ride sometimes, but he's never seen it in action. He just has no experience with horses, and never had much of an interest in them.

But things are different now. After everything that's happened, Lee finds himself wanting to know more about the things that George cares about. Nothing would make him happier.

Lee agrees to meet George at the stables and shows up in his normal clothes, jeans and a baggy sweatshirt that might actually be George's, and his leather boots. He doesn't know if he'll actually be riding a horse or just watching. He kind of hopes it's the latter.

When he gets to the stables, someone points him in the right direction and he heads for a barn, pausing at the door when he hears all the horses moving around. They're large, powerful animals and Lee feels slightly uneasy around them, if only because it's so unfamiliar.

"George?" He calls out, peeking his head into the barn. "Are you in here?"

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George doesn’t go easy on him, and Lee appreciates that. He rolls his hips in such a way that Lee can’t do much but lie back and take it, pulsing his tongue against the vein on the underside of his cock each time it slides in deep.

He closes his eyes for a moment just to revel in the feeling, and they’re determined when he opens them again. His fingers dig into George’s hips, tugging him in further. The blunt head of his cock hits the back of Lee’s throat and he gags a little, then knits his brow and swallows again, forehead smoothing out as George sinks into the tight clutch of his throat.

Every single one of his senses is overcome with George and he stares up at him with wet eyes, grunting as he shifts one hand until he can slide two fingertips between George’s ass cheeks, pressing in firmly against that tight curl of muscle while swallowing around him.

The fact that Lee gags before he manages it only makes the whole thing better, and George's eyes all but roll back in his head. He stays there for as long as he can, between Lee's mouth and his fingers before he pulls back.

"I know you'd love me to come in your mouth," he says, fondly, thrusting shallowly a couple of times. "But I have other plans, my love."

Lee’s chest goes tight with the need to breathe, vision going a bit fuzzy, and he loves how it feels. It’s not scary because it’s George. This is the safest he’s ever been.

Eventually, George does pull back enough for Lee to suck in a breath. Immediately, he goes back to sucking George’s cock, eyes widening the mention of coming in his mouth only for his brow to drop into a disappointed scowl as George continues.

There’s drool all over his chin again, tears in his eyes, but Lee knows that George likes him like this, messy and wet. He wants to add to the mess, even, and Lee lets out a hungry little whine as he lifts his head to keep meeting each shallow press of George’s cock, trying to urge him deeper.

It's both endearing and incredibly hot that Lee loves sucking cock so much. George loves it too. Still, he's had the thought of Lee smeared in both of their come and now nothing else is going to do.

He lets Lee go on sucking, though. His self control is good enough that he doesn't need to stop immediately.

It’s been too long since he’s had George’s cock in his mouth, and now it feels like he’s making up for lost time. Before George, he didn’t feel particularly positive about having a dick in his mouth. It was usually him getting people on their knees.

It’s not that he didn’t like it. It’s just that no one really seemed worth the effort. Not until George.

Now, Lee is a little obsessed with it. He loves the way his lips stretch around his big cock, loves the way it fills his mouth, loves the way he tastes and smells. He could do this all night, and for a moment it seems like George might be content with this plan.

It won’t last, he’s sure, but Lee makes an almost grateful sound and then chokes again, blinking tears out of his eyes as he bobs his head as best he can in this position.

George lets Lee linger over his cock for another few moments before he pulls back, curling his hand around himself instead.

"I can't help it," he says. "You just look so beautiful with my come on your skin, love."

Lee lets out a pathetic sort of whimper when George takes his cock away. He might be embarrassed about it were it any other time, and George’s thick thighs weren’t splayed across his chest and taking up every iota of his attention.

Lee grabs at the small of his back as George starts to stroke himself, fingertips pressing into the absurd dimples there, and he nods before tipping his chin up and opening his mouth in clear invitation, heels digging into the mattress as his hips squirm.

"You want it on your face, do you?" teases George, fondly, still slowly stroking his cock, his head tilted to one side. "Well, I was thinking your belly, maybe. Or your thighs. Or your arse."

“Well, I sure do wish you’d pick one,” Lee rasps out, feeling impatient and wriggly, digging his nails into George’s pale skin and pouting up at him.

“You’re teasing me,” he breathes out, dropping his gaze to George’s cock and swallowing hard, watching his clever fingers move up and down his shaft, still shining with Lee’s spit. “Wasn’t I good?”

"I am," says George, utterly unashamed of himself. He shifts his position, getting off the bed so he can stand over Lee, still stroking his cock. "And you were so good, love. You're so good "

Finally, he lets himself tip over the edge and comes, shooting hot and liquid across Lee's belly.

George gets off of him, stops touching him entirely, and Lee’s eyes widen with something like panic before George reassures him. He settles at the praise, just a little, and then nods when George makes his intent clear.

Lee wants to be the one to get him off, but it seems that George has a distinct goal in mind and far be it from Lee to get in the way.

He takes a breath, biting his lip as he watches George’s pretty hand fist his pretty cock. All of him is so fucking exquisite, and when he finally comes it’s almost as if Lee is right there with him. He moans as hot ropes of come splash against his skin, his own cock twitching as he watches George milk himself until he’s done. It’s only then that he looks down at the mess on the hard plane of his stomach, resisting the urge to drag his fingers through it.

A breath shivers out of George as he watches it happen and afterwards, as he enjoys the sight of it just as much as he thought it would.

"Your turn," he says. "How do you want to come, love?"

Lee is staring down at the mess of his belly, breathing hard like he’s the one that just came. His own cock is drooling onto his stomach, just under George’s. He’s so hard that it almost hurts.

He’s so dazed that it takes him a moment to realize he’s been asked a question, and he looks up at George with an amused, disbelieving huff. How is he meant to think right now?

“Uh.” He swallows hard and drags a hand through the mess of his hair, blinking dazedly. “Your fingers, please.”

"Good boy," says George, his smile bright and sunny and pleased. He straddles Lee's thighs again, curling his fingers around his cock to start jerking him, his eyes also fixed on the mess on Lee's belly. It's perfect.

It knocks the air out of Lee’s lungs. The look on George’s face is so happy and proud, like Lee is the best thing in the world, and it’s amazing. It’s everything.

Lee sucks in a breath, heart beating double time, and it feels like every single part of him is being taken care of all at once. He’s never felt so loved in his entire life. He’s never felt anything close to this.

“Baby,” he breathes out when George touches him again, reverent and awed. His hands fall to the outsides of George’s knees, back arching slightly as his cock slips through George’s fist again and again. He’s so, so close, but there’s something holding him back. “Can I?”

"You can," says George, easily, not making him wait. "Let me see you come for me, sweetheart."

He keeps up the steady movement of his hand, gives Lee something to rock up into, something to fuck.

Lee’s hips rock up erratically, fingertips digging into George’s knees. He stares up at George’s face, so impossibly beautiful. All of this, all of them, feels so impossibly beautiful.

It doesn’t take very long after that. Lee’s orgasm, which had been simmering for so long, boils over all at once. He comes with a harsh shout, hips bucking up as his back arches, eyes rolling back in his head. Warmth splash against his stomach and chest, adding to the mess of him, and Lee whimpers as he draws his knees up until they meet George’s body.

His hand still moving, determined to work every drop out of Lee's body, George leans forward, free hand pressing against Lee's heaving chest to pin him to the mattress. He stares at the mess on Lee's belly and chest, both of their come splashed on his skin. He feels Lee's knees press against him, loves the way that his body tries to curl in on itself with the force of his orgasm.

George’s hand presses firmly to the middle of his chest, pressing him to the bed. Lee is pinned there, hand over his sternum and thighs over his hips, and Lee can’t do anything but take it. His orgasm is drawn out until he’s whimpering and trembling all over, fingers digging into George’s thighs hard enough to bruise.

“Fuck,” he pants out, blinking the stars out of his eyes until the ceiling comes back into focus, then he licks his lips and lifts his head to look at the mess all over his skin. It’s enough to make his cock give one more feeble lurch in George’s hand, and Les shivers.

"That's it," murmurs George, his voice soft and firm, his fingers still curled around Lee's cock, holding him gently. His hand still on Lee's chest, he shifts, stirring the fingers of the other through the mess on Lee's skin, muddling their come together. He lifts his hand, sucking one finger clean before he leans forward to offer the other to Lee.

Lee goes limp against the mattress, fingertips still grazing George’s knees like he can’t break that connection. He feels dazed, warm all over and satisfied, and that feeling only grows as he watches George finger paint with their come, using Lee’s chest and stomach as a very willing canvas.

He watches intently as George licks his finger clean, brows lifting hopefully and then smoothing out as George reaches for him. Lee lifts his head, curling one hand loosely around George’s wrist as he opens his mouth, slicking his tongue against the digit and then closing his lips around it. His eyes never leave George’s as he sucks the taste of them from George’s skin, humming contentedly.

"I bet I could feed you every drop of this and you'd lap it up," says George, gently, fondly teasing. "Let me take another photo of you and then I'll take good care of you, like I promised."

Lee’s cheeks flush but he nods, because he absolutely would. Quite happily. He loves the taste of them together, bittersweet and so specifically them.

“Okay,” Lee says as he licks his lips, stretching out against the sheets and arranging himself with one arm up over his head and his other hand on his hip, thumb resting just below the mess.

His eyes brighten at the mention of being taken care of. Put away after a hard ride, he thinks, and his nose crinkles in amusement as he smiles. “I want that.”

George can't help but smile at that, the way Lee artfully poses himself. He grabs his phone and takes a photo, takes another more zoomed in one of the tight skin of Lee's belly smudged with come, and then he drops his phone. "Come on," he says. "Bathroom."

As George takes photos of him, Lee feels sort of fluttery and shy. Which is probably ridiculous considering all they just did, but it feels different. Lee knew he wasn’t unattractive. He knew that he could go out on any given night and probably pick someone up with little effort.

But George is the first person to ever look at him like he’s beautiful. Sometimes it’s a lot, but Lee likes it.

His brow flickers when George tells him to get up but he obeys, feeling a little unsteady on his feet in a way that makes him let out a breathless laugh. Looking down at his stomach, he swipes his finger through the mess and sticks it into his mouth almost casually as he walks into the bathroom.

“Bath?” He asks almost hopefully, turning to look at George. It feels like a bath sort of night.