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]

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."