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[gallowseyes]

Festivities descend upon Darrow well before George would have expected them and, while they're different from the traditions he would have expected at home, there's enough familiarity that it's hard not to get caught up in it. To enjoy it, at least. He goes about his days, sees the people he knows, exchanges messages with Elora, with Lee. Strange as the world is, now, there's still comfort in bodies, and George takes comfort where he finds it.

Which is how he finds himself making his way through a crowded bar, sweating bodies pressing in on both sides. He's dressed for it, snug jeans and a t-shirt fitted across his shoulders -- so little clothes that he might as well be naked by the standards of the world that birthed him.

When he gets to the bar, he leans both elbows on the polished wood and waits to catch the barkeep's eye.

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[gallowseyes]

He finds himself unceremoniously stripped naked, but he's never had a problem with bare skin, used to the performance of it all, and he sits up at much as he can, straddling Lee's thighs, hard cock jutting as he helps Lee unfasten his jeans.

"Question is, will you be satisfied with once tonight?" he asks, spitting into his palm and then wrapping his fingers around Lee, jerking his cock with a lazy roll of his wrist.

[atehimrightup]

“God, no. Are you kidding me?” Lee asks with a boisterous laugh that turns into a groan when George starts to stroke him. “This is just a warm up.”

Already the windows are fogging with their hot breath, affording them a bit of privacy while at the same time advertising just what they’re doing to everyone outside. Lee takes the lube from the glovebox and slicks his fingers, dropping the bottle into the footwell before reaching between George’s legs to sink his fingers into him, one and then two, working them in and out while they kiss. “You’re mine for the night.”

[gallowseyes]

He keeps his fingers curled around the length of Lee's cock, though his grip stutters slightly when Lee pushes fingers into him, starts to fuck him with them. One of the things he particularly enjoys is the way that Lee is never gentle with him without slipping into being cruel.

"Well, I've yet to complain about that," he says.

[atehimrightup]

George is always so beautiful, but especially so when there is something inside him. Lee doesn’t think he’s ever met someone who loves to be fucked as much as George does, and it’s thrilling.

“You are always very agreeable,” Lee says warmly, briefly adding a third finger before pulling then free and giving George’s ass a light, playful slap. “Come on, I know what you really want. Let me see your pretty face while you take it.”

[gallowseyes]

The stretch is enough to make George groan, his head tipping back for a moment, and he's almost disappointed when Lee takes his fingers away. Still, there's the invitation and George doesn't hesitate. There's some slightly ungainly repositioning and then he's straddling Lee's thighs, a leg bent in either side of his, head bowed slightly.

"What can I say?" He says, reaching back to curl his fingers around Lee's cock, holding him steady as he sinks down onto him. "I was well trained."

[atehimrightup]

Something about the comment doesn’t sit quite well with Lee and he wants to say something, but then his cock is sinking into the hot, inviting grip of George’s body and every thought flies out of head as his eyes roll back, skull thunking against the cold glass window.

Lee huffs a breath and thrusts upward, grabbing George’s hips as he does. He looks up at George’s face, palming his cheek and drawing him in for a deep kiss as their bodies adjust.

“I don’t want you to ever pretend with me,” he bites out, desperate and commanding all at once. “I don’t give a fuck about your training. Be real with me.”

[gallowseyes]

He doesn't move for a moment, his hips still, letting them both get used to the heavenly stretch of it. He kisses Lee hard and hungry, cock smudging against the fabric of Lee's shirt. George fumbles, shoving it up one handed so his cock brushes hot skin instead.

"Figure of speech, darling," he promises. He thinks this is probably the most real he ever is.

[atehimrightup]

“Good,” Lee breathes out, nodding and letting go of George only long enough to wriggle out of his shirt. It’s cold in the truck, brisk from the air but warm from their bodies, and Lee shivers as he plants his foot against the floor and thrusts up into George’s body, groaning at the tight squeeze of him.

“Come on,” he says as grabs the back of George’s neck and hauls him in for a kiss. “Let me see you take what you need.”

[gallowseyes]

Lee thrusts up into him and George answers Lee's groan with a sound of his own, gutteral, almost a grunt. He straightens as much as he can, both hands on Lee's chest as he starts to rock in his lap, up onto his knees and then sinking back down onto the cock inside him. For a moment, the only sound in the cabin is the percussive slap of skin on skin, overlaid with breathy moans.

"Like that?"

[atehimrightup]

"Fuck. Yeah, just like that," Lee grunts out, holding onto George's hips as he rocks up to meet each thrust. George knows what he's doing, knows just how to move in way that has Lee's eyes rolling back in his head. He bites back a moan and takes in a few gulps of air, then shifts his weight until he can get one hand around George's cock.

"Slow down," He grits out, lifting his other hand to the back of George's neck, abs flexing as he holds himself up enough to press kisses to George's neck and chin, biting only hard enough to leave brief indents in the shape of his teeth. "Take your time, babe."

[gallowseyes]

George takes the instruction smoothly and without question, the rock of his hips slowing until it's almost painful, savouring every inch of Lee's cock as he rolls his hips to press his cock through the circle of Lee's fingers.

The slight, perfect pain of the edges of Lee's teeth make him groan softly.

[atehimrightup]

"Good," Lee says approvingly, pleased by the way George does just as he says. It satisfies some part of him that's always just wanted to be heard.

"See, doesn't that feel good?" He murmurs in George's ear, nipping at the lobe as he clutches the back of George's neck, one elbow planted into into the back of the seat to give himself just enough leverage to rock up into him, panting harshly against his jaw. "Just like that, keep going."

[gallowseyes]

If it served him less, he might question the instruction, but it does feel good, so he just nods, his teeth touching his lip, biting back a groan as Lee fucks up into him. He doesn't have a preference, not really, between fucking and being fucked, but how could he not love anything that feels this good?

He nods, keeping up the rock of his hips, leaning into the slide of Lee's cock inside him.

"Tell me what else you're going to do to me tonight," he urges, his voice breathy. He just needs a little bit more to nudge him over the edge.

[atehimrightup]

“You want dirty talk, huh?” Lee teases, nipping at George’s jaw and squeezing his ass with both hands as he thrusts up into him, one foot braced against the floor of the truck for leverage.

“I’m thinkin’ I’m gonna come inside you,” he murmurs as he shifts one hand to curl around George’s cock again. It’s so hard, wet and molten hot against his palm, and he groans approvingly. “And then lick you clean once I get you naked in my bed. You make such pretty noises when I eat you out.”

He pulls back and grins up at George, letting his head rest against the window as he looks up at the other man’s face. “But you’ve gotta come first.”

[gallowseyes]

He doesn't quite come on command, but it's a close run thing, between the sound of Lee's voice and the look on his face, the stock, competent slide of Lee's fingers over his cock. His hips ride forward and he comes, thick and hot, over Lee's fingers and the tight muscles of his stomach.

"Fucking Christ," he mumbles. "Jesus."

[atehimrightup]

“Not quite,” Lee grunts, letting out a rough chuckle and then a strangled moan as George tightens around his cock, vice-like and warm.

Lee is messy when it comes to sex, which he supposes isn’t much of a surprise when taking his other habits into consideration. He strokes George through it then swipes a hand through the mess on his belly, rubbing come into his skin and then bringing his fingers to his mouth, sucking two of them clean as he looks up at George’s face.

The scent and taste of arousal makes him so hungry, and he sucks on his fingers to stave off the biting urge as he bucks up underneath George, managing a few more erratic thrusts before his own orgasm takes over and he spills deep into George’s body, holding him by the hip to keep him from moving as he sags back against the car door, chest heaving as his fingers fall from his mouth.

[gallowseyes]

"But close," says George, grinning, his head spinning as he rides out the force of his orgasm. Aftershocks throb through him as he watches Lee suck the come from his fingers, as Lee's lean body bucks underneath him and then he feels the sudden hot pulse of come inside him. He groans softly, back arching, head rolling back on his neck.

"I'm sure I glimpsed heaven there, for a moment, anyway."

[atehimrightup]

“You’re such an idiot,” Lee replies with a roll of his eyes, but he sounds fond even to his own ears and his cheeks are warm. He’s so unused to compliments and George seems to give them freely. He’s not sure he’ll ever get used to it.

George sits astride Lee’s hips, seemingly content to revel in the moment, and Lee looks up at him curiously as he slides his hands up George’s thick thighs, gripping hard at his hips as he rolls up into a sitting position.

“Most guys wanna bail as soon as it’s over,” Lee remarks as he takes George’s jaw in his hands, looking at him curiously. He’s never really had anyone he could talk to about sex, and he finds himself somewhat awed that he’s found a friend like George. “You seem to like having me inside after.”

His mouth finds George’s in a soft, lingering kiss and Lee slides his hands to the small of George’s back. “It feels nice.”

[gallowseyes]

"I've always liked that part," says George, seeing no reason to lie to Lee as he luxuriates under the slow movements of the other man's calloused palms. "When I've had the time to really linger, that is. I never saw sex as something to be ashamed of or hide from. A body is a body, after all."

A slight shiver goes through him. "Although I wouldn't say no to blankets right now."

[atehimrightup]

Lee hums thoughtfully and nods, tipping forward to rest his forehead against George’s shoulder as his arms tighten around his middle.

“I wish I coulda been more like you,” he admits quietly, murmured against George’s pale skin. Lee has never really had the occasion to linger, and perhaps it was because of that shame. Another man’s body was always a dangerous thing to want, so it was best to get your primal needs met and be on your way.

But this— this is nice, too.

George breaks the silence and Lee chuckles, sliding his hands briskly up and down George’s back as if to warm him up. There’s a duffel bag in the expansive footwell, his clean laundry, and Lee leans over to drag an oversized flannel from the bag. He shakes it out and wraps it around George’s shoulders, smiling a little and briefly cupping his cheeks.

After giving him another brief kiss, he leans forward to deposit George onto the seat, hissing softly as he pulls out of him and tucks himself back into his jeans. He pulls the keys from his pocket and leans over to start up the engine, fiddling with the dash until warm air blows out and starts warming the cab, slowly unfogging the windows.

“You’ll have to slither back into those tight jeans of yours before we get to my place,” he teases, leaning back against the window, breathing in deep.

[gallowseyes]

He feels slick and used, which is not at all unpleasant, and he smirks as he slips into Lee's shirt -- which is easy -- and then fumbles his way into his jeans which, in the confined cab -- is harder.

"Too cold for a bare arse," he agrees, pushing his dark hair back from his face. "Though you have promised to warm in again in short order, as I recall."

[atehimrightup]

"Did I?" Lee drawls out, shooting George a smirk as he shifts to sit properly behind the steering wheel. He has to use a fast food napkin to wipe some of the fog away from the windshield, and then shifts into drive and navigates out of the parking lot. It's not a far drive, thankfully. The cab smells like sex and sweat and it makes Lee's teeth itch, makes his dick twitch in his jeans.

"I suppose I could do that," he murmurs once they stop at a red light, planting his foot against the brake as he leans over to pull George into a hungry kiss. He doesn't notice the light turn green, not until someone honks at him, and he lingers in the kiss for another spiteful second before pulling away and rolling through the intersection.

[gallowseyes]

"You definitely said something about your mouth," he says, a moment before he finds himself tugged close, finds that very mouth on his again. He moans, though it spills into a laugh at the cantankerous sound of the horn.

"I fear we make no friends," he says.

[atehimrightup]

"I have enough friends," Lee says with a low chuckle, glancing over George as he drives. It doesn't take long to make it to his building and he parks as close to the entrance as he can, feeling a chill against his sweat-damp skin as he hops out of the truck. George follows, looking flushed and unkempt, chest bare under Lee's oversized flannel, and he grabs George by the wrist to rush him into the lobby.

The elevator doors open as soon as Lee hits the button and he drags George into the thankfully empty lift, pressing him against the wall and burying his face in George's neck, teeth scraping gently against his pale skin. "Fuck, you smell good."

[gallowseyes]

As usual, when he's with Lee, he allows him to be crowded, to be led. He allows Lee to set the pace, which almost always ends up with them rushing headlong. It's not necessarily something that George minds. He groans softly at the scrap of Lee's teeth against his pulse.

"Mostly your doing," he says.