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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]

When Lee presses into his hand like that, George can't resist a smile. So often, he's happy to be led, nudged, pushed by the other man, so it's nice to feel like, momentarily, he holds the upper hand. He squeezes lightly, teasing the outline of Lee's cock through denim..

"Now?"

[atehimrightup]

"Now I'm feelin' like I need to get you out of this bar," Lee drawls out, chuckling low against George's ear as he reaches up to cup the side of his neck, fingertips sliding up into his hair.

No one here is paying them any mind, but it's so far beyond what Lee would allow himself in a public space before. It makes him twitch against George's palm and he kisses under his jaw, bites gently at the bolt of it as he slowly drags his fingernails down George's scalp. "I've got my truck out back. Too cold to fuck in the bed but I bet we could fog the cab up real good."

[gallowseyes]

Lee's hands feel good on him -- his nails sharp, his palm broad and warm and slightly rough. George feels his own body start to respond, his cock stirring against snug denim. He nods, leaning in to brush his lips against Lee's smooth skin.

"I could definitely be persuaded into that," he says.

[atehimrightup]

Lee lifts his head as George's mouth smudges along his neck, gesturing for the bartender only to find him already sliding the check and Lee's card toward him with a knowing smirk. Lee winks and signs the receipt with one hand on George's ass, then takes his card and slides it into his back pocket as he swings George away from the bar.

"Isn't that what I just did?" He asks smoothly, winking at George before turning away from him to head for the door, amusedly tonguing the inside of his cheek as he opens it and gestures for George to exit first.

[gallowseyes]

"Point," says George, barely noticing as Lee pays for their drinks, falling into step as Lee leads him towards the door. As much as he's always loved sex, it's also always been complicated, been currency.

As he steps out into the night she, he's struck by how easy it is with Lee.

[atehimrightup]

The chill is immediate, whipping through his hair and making his fingers and nipples hard, and he grabs George's hand to hustle him around the corner to the parking lot behind the bar. His truck may be an old piece of shit, but the cab is spacious and the bench seat is comfortable.

Lee opens the driver's side door and climbs inside, scooting back to sit against the passenger door, one knee bent against the back of the seat while his other leg falls down into the footwell. He poses himself, angling his hips up as he lifts his hand and gestures for George to join him. "You're letting all the cold air in."

[gallowseyes]

The pose is inviting - deliberately so - and George hauls himself up into the cab as gracefully as he can, pulling the door shut between them. He half crawls along the bench, sliding himself between Lee's spread thighs.

"Like this?"

[atehimrightup]

“A good start,” Lee says with a smile, reaching up to grab George’s face with both hands and drag him in for a kiss. Finally their mouths crash together and Lee licks the taste of beer from George’s tongue, sliding one hand down to grab at his ass and pull him in closer.

“It’s always a pleasure to see you,” he teases, biting at the bolt of George’s jaw and reaching down between them to fumble with his belt buckle, tugging it open and starting on his fly before he gets too impatient and grabs the back of George’s neck as they kiss.

[gallowseyes]

It's a good kiss -- hard and hungry and all edges -- and George gives himself to it, his weight caught on his hands as Lee tugs him in closer. He arches his back as Lee starts to unbuckle his trousers, huffs a breathless laugh when Lee's hands prove impatient, grabbing hold of him instead.

"And now you find yourself spoiled for choice," he teases.

[atehimrightup]

“You make it so good,” Lee pants out, which may be one of the most vulnerable things he’s said to George. Lee’s had a lot of sex and he’s enjoyed most of it, but it was always quick and impersonal, like scratching an itch on the doorframe on his way out of the house. Or worse, it was a warm up. It was an appetizer.

With George, it’s something else. They’re not in love or anything, no. But they’re comfortable with one another, and Lee knows just what spot to bite on George’s neck to make his eyes roll back in his head.

He does just that, pressing his tongue to the wild thrash of George’s pulse, feeling familiar hunger and ignoring it to shove his hand down George’s pants instead, slender fingers curling around his hard cock, grinning against his skin when he finds him already leaking.

[gallowseyes]

At first, the bites had been slightly alarming, too close to that time that James turned terrier without warning. Now, though, he's learned to appreciate it and he groans, his head rolling back and his hips rocking forward, cock pushing through the circle of Lee's fingers.

"I do my best to please," he says, grinning. "Whatever I can do."

[atehimrightup]

“You’re really good at it,” Lee grunts out as he kisses George’s neck. At first the other man’s posh and polished accent had set Lee on edge, but he’s used to it now. It even turns him on, and Lee groans as he pulls George into another deep kiss.

They rock together and old leather seat creaks beneath them, smelling of sweat and gasoline and the two of them, together.

“Can you ride me like this?” Lee asks, stroking George’s cock while reaching open with his free hand to open the glove compartment. Debris falls out, trash and napkins, but eventually he finds the lube he’s been looking for. “Take your pants off.”

[gallowseyes]

It isn't a request, not really, and George thrills at it, like he always does, when commanded. He straightens, starting to push trousers and underwear down around his hips, his hard cock springing free.

"It'll be cramped," he says, and he can't help but think of Somerset, that night when his fever broke, on the floor and in front of the fire. "But we will make it work." He paused, bending to unlace his boots so that he can kick them off into the seat well.

[atehimrightup]

“She’s bigger than she looks,” Lee says with a grin, reaching up to thump his fist on the ceiling of the cab. It’s roomy enough to feel spacious at times, even when he had to sleep in it for days at a time.

He’s fond of his truck, even more so when George is suddenly mostly naked in front of him. It would probably be more practical for him to leave his shirt on, given that they’re technically in public, but what’s the fun in that?

Lee pulls George’s shirt off and tosses it aside, grabbing the back of his neck to pull him in for a dirty kiss while tugging his own jeans open with one hand, cock straining against the zipper.

[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.