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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 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.

It feels something like a baptism, like George is methodically scrubbing away years of grime and leaving something gleaming in his wake. George lavishes him with attention and finally there is no guilt hanging over it all.

He hadn’t even realized just how stifling it had been until it was taken away, or how little he had let himself believe all the nice things George had told him. They all came with a caveat, but anymore. He feels so much lighter, like his chest had been constructed and now he can finally take a deep breath.

“I love you,” Lee echoes in a low drawl, rolling his head back and tilting his chin in search of a kiss.

"I love you, too," says George, washcloth still in hand, leaning in to give Lee the kiss, off centre but true. He presses another to the nub of bone at the base of Lee's skull, thinks about all the times he's bit the nape of Lee's neck and how that always seems to make Les feel. .

"You're mine," he murmurs, soft with wonder.

Their mouths meet in a brief kiss and then he lets his head lull forward again, shivering as George’s mouth finds the nape of his neck. It’s such a tender spot and he tilts his head to the side, fingers tightening around George’s knee.

“For as long as you’ll have me,” Lee breathes out, letting his eyes fall shut. He’s never been so relaxed in his life. It feels like he could melt into this tub. “I like being yours.”

"I know that, too," says George, his hips brushing against Lee's skin as his mouth wanders to the side of Lee's neck. "I want to do the rest of you. Turn around? Get up on your knees."

Lee nods, but it takes his body a moment to comply. He moves slowly, shivering as he moves away from the warmth of George’s body. It’s almost devastating to be separated, but Lee takes a breath and carefully lifts himself until he can turn around. His knees settle against the porcelain on either side of George’s thighs and a lazy grin splits his face as his hands come to rest on George’s shoulders.

“Hi,” he breathes out, flicking wet hair out of his face as he takes George’s face in his hands, thumbing at his cheeks and staring as he settles in George’s lap. “God, look at you.”

He shifts, settling across George's thighs, lithe and wet, and George can't help looking up at him all wide-eyed, like the lovesick fool that he is. That he's been for months. "This is about me," he says, gently, shifting so that he can run the soap across the plane of Lee's chest, held in his cupped hand. "I'm only halfway through your rub down."

Lee chuckles softly at that and nods, sitting up straighter and letting his fingertips glide down to George’s chest. While George sweeps the cloth across his skin, Lee practically purrs, eyes half-lidded.

“Feels good,” he murmurs. It’s more intimate like this, where he’s able to watch George’s face. Every time their eyes meet, it sends sparks shooting through him, settling warm in his belly and his chest. “Thank you.”

"Good. It's supposed to." He pays particular attention to the firm muscle of Lee's belly, even though their come has already washed away in the warm water. He slips his arms around Lee's waist, swiping the cloth between the cheeks of his arse, focused on cleaning every inch of him gently and thoroughly.