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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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[atehimrightup]

As Christmas draws near, Darrow starts to look like a holiday card. Parts of it, at least. White snow, evergreen trees, lights and tinsel lining the streets. It all gives Lee a stomachache.

The holidays were, unsurprisingly, something of a non-event in his house growing up. He has no real emotional attachment to the holiday, other than a lingering sense of melancholy. Nostalgia for something he never even got to experience.

He goes to the bar to find a distraction. What sort of distraction, he'll decide when he gets there. He isn't hungry, really. Well he is, he always is, but it isn't gnawing at him. He can ignore it more than usual.

There's a girl who catches his interest, but that interest starts to wane the more she talks to him. She talks so, so much. She pops her gum and twirls her hair, can't name a book she's read lately, and keeps talking about drama between people Lee has never heard of. He's looking for a way to escape when he spots George making his way through the crowd, t-shirt clinging tight to his shoulders, and that's his way out.

He excuses himself abruptly and follows George to the bar, coming up behind him and giving him a playful swat on the ass before leaning over him and hooking his chin over George's shoulder.

"Wanna buy me a drink?" He asks against George's ear, smirking and biting sharply at the lobe before pulling away and sidling up next to him.

[gallowseyes]

The touch is familiar, as are the sharp edges of Lee's teeth. Since that first time, they've spent enough time in each other's beds that he feels like he knows it by heart. His face splits into an easy grin, one arm slipping around the other man's waist to tug him closer.

"I can run to that," he says. "What'll you have?"

[atehimrightup]

George reels him in and Lee smiles, looping an arm around the other man's waist. He's never had a friend like George, one always down for a fuck without making it too complicated.

"Just a beer's fine," Lee says easily, sliding his hand up under the front of George's shirt to feel up his stomach. It feels like he's getting away with something, being overtly queer in public, but no one here even cares. He gives George a knowing smile. "You know I'm easy."

[gallowseyes]

God, he loves the easy, possessive way that Lee touches him, the slide of his palm over muscle and hair above his waistband. In his jeans, his cock twitches in response.

Grinning, he leans across the bar and orders them both a beer.

"I wasn't expecting to see you," he says.

[atehimrightup]

George molds himself back against Lee's body in a way that's sort of overtly slutty, but then again there is a touch of that in most everything George does. Lee likes it very much.

"Yeah? Am I throwing a wrench in some plans?" Lee teases, looking around to see if there's anyone waiting for George currently glaring daggers into his back. He doesn't spot anyone, so he turns back and bites at the top of George's shoulder through the thin cotton of his shirt while pulling him in closer. "I could leave you be."

[gallowseyes]

He makes a soft sound, swallowed by the music, at the bite to his shoulder. Always, with Lee, it's teeth. He doesn't mind it.

"No plans," he says, extricating himself from Lee a little, but only so he can nudge the brown bottle in his direction, so that he can pick up his own. "A happy accident, running into you."

[atehimrightup]

George always seems so pleased to see him, and Lee rarely knows what to do with that. He isn't used to it, being a bright spot in someone's life, and he reminds himself that would most likely change drastically if George knew the truth about who Lee is. Or what he is, more specifically. He tries not to think about that too much.

"Good," he says, pushing back those thoughts to reach for his beer, letting the rim rest against his lower lip for a moment while looking at George. He's so conventionally handsome, with bedroom eyes and a bright smile, and Lee can't imagine that people aren't throwing themselves at him constantly. But here is, ready to call it a night for Lee. It's nice.

"Well, I wonder how we should spend the evening," Lee drawls out casually, smirking as he leans his hip against the bar and trails his fingertips up and down the neck of the beer bottle. "So many options."

[gallowseyes]

"So many," agrees George, his own bottle in his hand. He smirks, ducking his head in a way that's calculated to be flirtatious, knowing the angle that will show him to his best advantage. He takes a sip - colder and fizzier than anything they might have brewed in England, even for the king himself - and raises an eyebrow. "I find myself open to suggestion."

[atehimrightup]

Lee grins as George poses himself, angling his jaw just so and batting those long eyelashes. It's amusing, but it gets the job done. There's no way that Lee could look at anyone else.

"Well, there is a mini golf course nearby," he teases as he reaches out to hook a finger through George's beltloop, smiling widely. "If you're in the mood to handle some balls."

[gallowseyes]

Unlike Lee, he thinks, George is no stranger to public acts of lewdness; what shocked him when he first went to France no longer does. As James' favourite, he's used to living his life nakedly, out where everyone can see. Still, if feels bold even to him when he turns, slipping one hand between them in the shadow of the bar to lightly cup Lee through his jeans.

"I do have practice in that regard," he says.

[atehimrightup]

Lee nearly chokes on his beer when George's hand slips between his legs, but recovers enough to take another long swallow before setting his beer down on the bar. He ducks his head and shifts his weight to lean into that touch, feeling a thrill at the brazenness of it.

"Well, you know what they say," he breathes out, turning his head until the tip of his nose and his lips can skim up the side of George's neck. "Practice makes perfect."

[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.