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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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"It passes for polite conversation, doesn't it?" he says, his eyelashes fluttering when Lee combs his fingers through his hair. "I want it to feel like your place as well as mine. Like ours."

“I suppose it does,” Lee says in an imitation of George’s accent, smiling warmly. His expression softens and he blinks, leaning in to press a kiss to George’s forehead, feeling so, so loved.

“Everything I had is already here. I’m not used to being in one place for very long, so I’ve never really thought about it.” His brow furrows slightly, and then his whole face relaxes into something almost serene. He’s here, with George inside him and all around him in the home that they share. It’s almost overwhelming.

“I want a bookshelf,” he says almost shyly, biting his lip. “I’ve never had one. I— I’ve only ever had as many books as I could carry.”

"I think we can run to a bookshelf." George never really understood the appeal of books, though he can read in multiple languages. He's just never really seen the point. Still, he never tires of the sight of Lee curled up around a book, soft and content. "Several, if you like."

Lee smiles at that, soft and boyish. He feels so utterly at peace, even with the low buzz of pleasure as George stays snug inside of him. It feels like the most indulgent moment of his life, sitting here in a tub of warm water, bubbles in his hair as he sits on the cock of the love of his life like they have all the time in the world.

“I can’t believe that this is my life,” he admits in a low voice, staring at George and sweeping his hair back, thumbing at his temple. “I can’t believe you’re still here.”

"I tried not being," says George. It turns out, he hadn't really know what unhappy felt like, until that handful of days they'd been apart. He skims his hand down the long, smooth line of Lee's spine, cupping his arse with both hands and squeezing. "Turns out that I've quite forgotten how to live without you."

Lee’s expression flickers a little at that, brow furrowing as he thinks about what George just said. It makes him feel a little cold, a little sick, and he swallows past a lump in his throat.

“So being with me is the lesser of two evils?” Lee says, and he tries to make it sound like a joke but it falls a little flat. “You make it sound like I trapped you.” His brow furrows again, jaw working as he turns his head to the side. “I suppose that’s what I did, isn’t it?”

"Don't do that," says George, his tone gentle but still firm, both hands still on Lee, keeping it close. "That's not what I meant. Not at all. I was being glib, but..." He shakes his head. "You're the love of my life and, if I was trapped, it was the first time I set eyes on you." He lifts one hand, pressing against Lee's jaw to turn his face. "I would choose you, over and over. You're all I want."

His cheeks burn as George starts talking, but soon enough the words start to settle him and he lets George turn his face, staring at him with a soft, vulnerable expression. His breath catches at the declaration and he smiles softly, shaking off the minor embarrassment.

“The very first time, huh?” Lee jokes, vaguely apologetic. He puts his hands on George’s face again, leaning in to kiss him softly on the mouth. “We were idiots there for a while, weren’t we?”

Lee takes a breath, pausing and then meeting George’s eyes again. “I tried to resist what I felt for you. I knew it wasn’t fair to you to let you get involved with me without knowing the truth. I felt guilty about it every single day. I still feel guilty about it.”

He bites his lip and strokes his thumbs reverently over George’s cheeks. “I will always be sorry for deceiving you for so long. I just— I got swept up in you. I was so selfish. I’m not sure that I’ll ever be able to make it up to you.”

"There's nothing you need to make up to me," says George, and means it. "I understand why you didn't tell me, love. It's alright." He traces his thumb along Lee's jaw. "I am glad, though. To know all of you."

“You are a miracle,” Lee says, not for the first time, and he lets out a breathless sort of laugh as he stares at George with wide eyes, marveling at him.

“I wanted to tell you. I was just so afraid,” he admits, putting his hand over George’s and pressing a kiss to his palm. As devastating as it was, he can’t help but to wonder if maybe it was the best way for George to find out. He saw firsthand how little choice Lee has in the matter.

“You know all of me,” Lee assures him. There were always be stories to tell, but George knows all the important parts and Lee has never felt so unburdened. He smiles and shifts his hands to George’s shoulders as he starts to rock in his lap a little, drawing his hips up and sinking back down almost imperceptibly under the water. “You have all of me. You hold my heart in your hands.”

"I'll take the best care of it I can," he promises, his breath catching as Lee starts to move, barely, rising and falling, the water lapping against the side of the tub. One hand skims down Lee's spine to grip his arse.

"I lost mine to you a while ago, I think."

“I will protect it with my life,” Lee vows, cradling George’s face in his hands and thumbing at the mole at the corner of his mouth. He leans in to press a kiss there, and then to his plush mouth, whimpering at the drag of George’s cock inside of him.

“If anyone ever tried to hurt you, there would be nothing left of them to even find,” Lee murmurs, lips skimming along George’s jaw before he sucks hard at the bolt of it, rocking in his lap.

“You are my country. You’re my home,” Lee pants out, licking at the blossoming bruise on the side of his neck. “You’re everything to me.”

"God, listen to you," says George, a little breathless as they start to fuck in earnest. He drops one hand to curl around Lee's cock, stroking at a counterpoint to the rock of his hips. He thought he'd heard all of the compliments in the world but it turns out they pale in comparison to the things that come out of Lee's mouth at times like this.

“You are my king,” he says with a playful sort of edge to his smile, kissing George’s cheek and then gasping as his hand curls around Lee’s cock under the water. It sloshes over the side of the tub, and Lee whimpers as crushes their mouths together, licking past George’s lips as one hand slides into his hair.

"I don't need to be a King," he says, shaking his head, still stroking Lee's cock as they fuck. "I just want to be yours. Your George." He chases after another kiss, moaning into Lee's mouth.

“You are. You are,” Lee breathes out, pressing their foreheads together and closing his eyes. “You’re my George. You’re my fucking everything.”

Lover, best friend, confidant, family. Partner. George is all of that and more, filling in all the sad, empty cracks of Lee’s life.

“You’re sunlight,” he says raggedly, drawing George in for another deep kiss, this one a little more urgent as the pleasure builds. “Will you come inside me this time?”

George nods, his damp eyelashes clumping, swallowing hard as Lee starts to move more urgently, as he kisses more hungrily. There's nowhere else he wants to be, right then. "Stay right where you are," he says, one arm tight around Lee's waist, the other squeezing his arse possessively.

“Please, please,” he pants out, curling his arms tightly around George’s shoulders and mouthing at his jaw, thighs trembling as he forces himself to stay still. He swallows hard and opens his mouth, hesitating for only a moment.

“Will you bite me when you do?” He asks against George’s wet skin, fingers twisting in his hair. He’s so, so close, and it should be ridiculous just how much, but this is what George does to him.

"Yes. Fuck, yes, okay," he says, nodding almost feverishly as Lee starts to fuck him with more purpose, more intention. One hand stays firm on Lee's arse, the other cradling the side of his face. He bends his head, mouth against his shoulder. He's close, but he's not there. He's so close.

Water sloshes over the side of the tub, splattering against the tile, but all Lee can hear the ragged sound of his own breathing. He pants against George’s jaw, fingertips digging into the back of his neck as he drops his other hand into the water, fisting his own cock as he bounces on George’s as best he can under the drag of the water.

“Baby, please,” Lee grits out, and then he’s coming with a loud cry, mouth open against the side of George’s face as his hips jerk, body tightening impossibly around George’s cock.

Lee comes, his body going impossibly tight around George's cock and that's all he needs to push him over the edge. As promised, when he comes, he bites Lee's shoulder hard, not quite hard enough to break the skin, but it'll definitely bruise. It doesn't seem like five minutes since he was too scared to do it, and now it feels so fucking good because he knows it's exactly what Lee wants.

He’s still in the throes of his orgasm when George’s teeth sink into his shoulder, and Lee keens, tumbling into another wave of pleasure. George’s teeth in his skin, George’s cock pulsing in his ass, filling him with come, and he’s never felt such a sense of belonging ever before in his life.

“Fuck. That’s perfect, baby. Just like that,” Lee whines out, dropping his mouth to the juncture of George’s neck and shoulder as he shudders through an aftershock. “I’m yours. I’m so fucking yours.”

He loves when Lee makes that noise and, as ever, it only makes him come harder. Once he's spent, he wraps both arms around Mrs Lee's slim waist to keep him close.

"Enough?" he asks.

George surrounds him, wraps him up and holds him close, and Lee curls his hands around George’s shoulders, mouth open against his neck and he tries to catch his breath. The question makes him huff out a laugh and he smiles against George’s jaw.

“Never,” he says breathlessly, lifting his head to press their foreheads together, hands coming up to the sides of George’s neck. “I’ll never get enough of you.”

"Slut," says George, warm and fond, meaning it entirely with love. He smudges the tip of his nose against Lee's. "I meant for just now. For shower and sleep?"