for george

[atehimrightup]

After spending some time in the club, Lee ducks outside for some air. It isn't exactly fresh, smelling like old beer and stale piss, but there's a light breeze and outside he can at least smoke a cigarette.

He leans against the chipped red brick, the sole of one tattered Converse shoe pressed against it as he tips his head back. The ends of his hair are currently dark violet, and the longer curls stick to his pale, sweaty neck as his cheeks hollow around the filter of the cigarette.

From this vantage point, he can still feel the bass from inside thumping in his chest, sending a pleasant tingle throughout his entire body, and he takes a deep breath as his eyes fall shut, cigarette dangling from his hand as he lingers in the peaceful moment.

It's easier to feel less alone out here, away from all the people that he has no idea how to relate to.

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[atehimrightup]

That’s a dangerous mindset in this day and age, but Lee can worry about that later. Right now, he bends over George and flips him over onto his back, gripping the back of his knees to tug his ass to the edge of the bed.

Usually he fucks guys from behind, but he finds that he wants to see George’s face. He doesn’t want to feel like this is something shameful. Honestly, he’s grateful to George for this experience. He’s not going to tell him that or anything, but he’ll fuck his brains out and hope that will be enough.

“You’re very hot when you beg,” Lee tells him, winking as he pours some more lube in his hand and slicks up his cock, positioning himself between George’s pale thighs. He leans over and plants one hand on the bed next to George’s shoulder while lining up his cock with the other, nudging the head teasingly at George’s slick hole.

He pushes the head in and pulls it free, smiling down at George’s face. He lets George think he’s setting him up for more teasing and then suddenly drives his hips forward instead, sinking into George with one smooth thrust.

“And you should be rewarded for that,” Lee grits out, grunting softly as his hips grind forward against George’s ass. He’s tight and molten hot, squeezing around Lee in a way that makes him feel lightheaded with pleasure. “Fuck, you feel good.”

[gallowseyes]

Another man might have felt exposed or emasculated by the change of position, but George knows that he looks good like this and, more than that, he doesn't have a clear thought in his head other than the need to be filled, fucked.

He hooks his fingers behind his knees, keeping them up and back, keeping himself spread as Lee positions himself, and then he's pushing into George in one long thrust and George's back is aching, his head ripping back against the pillow in a loud, long moment. He grips Lee's bicep with one hand, the other still hooked in place behind his knees, his body starting to move instinctively as he's fucked.

[atehimrightup]

Lee isn't sure that he's ever been with anyone who so obviously loves to be fucked. Lee sinks into him and George lets out the most satisfied groan, back arching up in an obscene sort of arch, and Lee huffs out a breath as pleasure zips down his spine like an electric shock.

He pulls nearly all of the way out and then rocks forward again, starting off slow, and moves George's arm out from under his leg so Lee can replace it, hooking his elbow under George's knee while pressing his other hand into the mattress near his head.

It gives him leverage to thrust a little harder, tilting his hips and watching George's face as he seeks out just the right angle.

[gallowseyes]

Lee moves his arm and George drapes it over his head, fingers curled loosely against the sheets as Lee shifts, finds a rhythm, starts to fuck him in earnest. He bites his lip, his eyelashes fluttering as Lee's cock hits him in just the right spot, shifting him against the mattress, his cock bobbing against his belly with every thrust. He opens his eyes, finding Lee's, holding that eye contact as he shifts the hand that had been gripping Lee's bicep to wrap it around his cock instead. He doesn't stroke yet, just squeezes. He doesn't want to cut everything too short.

[atehimrightup]

George grabs at his cock and Lee chuckles, shaking his head and reaching down to grip his wrist and pull it away. He brings George’s hand up to kiss at his palm, biting at the meat of it.

“Not yet,” Lee tells him, grunting as he bends down and fucks him harder, hips snapping forward as he catches George’s mouth in a hungry kiss.

[gallowseyes]

He'd half expected it, and he finds himself laughing as Lee takes his hand away, a soft sound that dissolves into a moan at the kiss, the edges of Lee's teeth.

"Yes, Sir," says George, the animalistic sound that Lee makes throbbing through him, his hand cupping Lee's jaw as they kiss.

[atehimrightup]

Lee laughs breathlessly at being called sir, shaking his head and pressing George’s hand into the bed above his head as they kiss. It’s hungry and messy, and Lee has to fight against the urge to bite down and taste.

He buries his face in George’s neck, biting at the juncture of his neck and shoulder just hard enough that it might bruise, then pulls his mouth away so he can look down at George’s face, hips snapping forward again and again.

“I bet I could make you come just like this,” he pants out with a wild grin, driving his cock hard against George’s prostate. “If I really wanted to.”

[gallowseyes]

Pinned, George presses up into the kiss, rolling his hips down onto the press of Lee's cock inside him. He groans softly into the kiss and, when it breaks, his lips are slick and swollen. He grins, squirming as he's all but impaled, as Lee fucks him like he really means it. "If you really wanted to," he says. "I'm sure you could."