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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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"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.

"Bath," says George, immediately moving to start the water running, adding the fragrant, foaming stuff that they bought specifically for occasions like this.

"Anything else you want? Water? Beer?"

It’s instinct to shake his head the question, not wanting to be a bother, but he hesitates. George wants to take care of him, and to do that Lee needs to let him. It doesn’t make him a nuisance.

“Water would be good,” he says in a soft voice, smiling to himself as the fragrant scents of lavender and vanilla fill the air. “Please.”

He catches the hesitation, but then Lee actually asks, and he can't help but smile. He leans in, pressing a kiss against Lee's cheekbone. "Don't let the bath overflow," he says, and then he pads out of the room and heads to the kitchen, naked as the day he was born. He fetches two bottles of water out of the fridge and, after a moment, a beer, too.

"How do you feel?" he asks, pausing in the bathroom doorway to admire Lee standing there, well-fucked and still flushed.

George looks proud of him somehow, and Lee ducks his head at the kiss to his cheek, endlessly pleased. While George is out of the room, Lee leans over to turn off the tap once the tub is full, then stands and stretches his arms over his head. He hears George come back, then turns and smiles at the question.

“Like I was rode hard,” he teases with a wink, reaching out to accept the water and crack the seal, draining half of it in one go as he thinks about his answer.

“Loved,” he says quietly, cheeks flushed. “Good. Relaxed.” He looks up to meet George’s gaze. “I don’t really want it to be over.”

"It's never over," he says, smiling, setting the bottles down so that he can stroke her thumb along Lee's jawline. "We just take a break to catch our breath." He steps into the tub and then holds his hand out to Lee. "Come on. Get in here with me. Relax."

It’s never over. The declaration makes Lee’s chest feel tight, because he can see easily remember when he thought it was. He’s still in awe that George came back, chose him on purpose knowing all that he knows. He’s not sure that he’ll ever get used to it.

He follows George into the tub and settles in their usual position— Lee sitting between George’s thighs and leaning against his back. The first time they’d done this, it had taken Lee so long to settle. Like- well, like a spooked horse.

Now, he relaxes with an easy sigh, head tipped back against George’s shoulders as he rests his hands on George’s knees. “I love this.”

Lee settles back against him and George settles, one arm around Lee, the other draped along the side of the tub, beer in hand. He loves this, too. He never feels more at peace than he does right here, like this. "If you really were a horse, this is when I'd be rubbing you down," he teases, lifting the bottle so that he can take a sip.

“Hop to it, Villiers,” Lee teases, laughing softly as he rubs at the mess on his skin, washing it away under the water before stealing George’s beer and taking a sip. “I want the full treatment.”

Sometimes he feels giddy after sex, excitable and lighter than air. But it’s only ever happened with George.

“You have to brush out my mane and everything.”

"Oh, I fully intend to," says George, turning his head to press a kiss against Lee's skin. "But first, I just want to lie here like this for a little while. I love being with you like this." He snags the beer out of Lee's hand and takes a sip. "I promised you I'd take care of you. I meant it."

Lee’s expression softens at that, heart cracking open in his chest and melting into the bath water. He was always stunned that George cared so much for him before everything, but now? It feels like nothing short of a miracle.

“I never doubted you,” Lee says warmly, smiling to himself as he burrows back even closer against George, their bodies snug with George’s soft cock pressed intimately to the small of Lee’s back. Something fundamental changed in their relationship on the night of their very first bath, and these times have become something to precious to him.

“I really love you,” Lee says after a moment, just because he wants to. Just because he can.

"I really love you too," says George and, just like it has since the first time he said it, it feels like the truest thing in the world. He takes another swallow from the bottle in his hand and then sets it down, urging Lee to sit forward and reaching for the soap and a wash cloth.

“I know,” Lee says quietly, as if in awe over the fact. When George had first said it to him, Lee was stunned but he never let himself believe it, not really, because there was such a fundamental piece of the puzzle that George didn’t have.

But now he does. He has the whole picture right in front of him and he’s still here. He still loves Lee, and he can truly let himself believe it.

George nudges him to sit up and Lee grunts a little but does so, curling his spine forward and putting his hands on the sides of the tub.

Lee sits up and leans forward and George takes his time, swiping the soap over the wet skin of his back. Once he's satisfied, he sets it aside and, using the warm washcloth in place of a curry comb, he starts to wash Lee's skin in careful, firm circles. He's as thorough as he would be brushing a horse after a ride. He takes the time to do a good job.

It’s not long before Lee realizes just how seriously George is going to take this, and there’s a slight tension in Lee’s shoulders as it starts. It’s easier for him to the center of such intense focus during sex, maybe because there’s more of a purpose to it. An end goal.

This is George treating him like this just because he wants to, and it’s a lot to handle. No one has ever spent time on him like this, and it’s almost overwhelming. His eyes sting and he swallows around the lump in his throat, then lets out a breath and allows himself to relax into it, letting himself accept it.

Soon enough he feels almost meditative, drowsy and buzzing all at the same time, and he lets out soft, pleased hums whenever it feels particularly good.

He methodically cleans all of the suds from Lee's back, and then he wipes the cloth over his ribs, under his arms. He rewets it and then lifts it, bring it up to the nape of Lee's neck and squeezing it out, letting the water trickle down his spine. He leans in, and presses a kiss against wet skin.

"I love you," he murmrs.