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[gallowseyes]

"Definitely not," Lee says with a soft huff of laughter, letting himself fall quiet as George touches him. Despite them being pressed together naked in the tub, with George's cock snug against the small of his back, there isn't anything inherently sexual about the situation. It's unfamiliar to him and the intimacy of it nearly makes him squirm, but instead he relaxes into it.

He even dozes a little, which is surprising. It's so hard for him to fall asleep around another person, and the last time he'd done so, he woke up to a broken heart. This time he wakes up with a bit of a start, going tense and then relaxing again just as quickly. He chuckles a little, reaching up to drag his wet fingers through his hair.

"You're spoilin' me," he murmurs, shifting his hips a little to press his ass back more firmly against George's crotch.

The movement of Lee's hips is a distraction. They're not often like this -- usually it's Lee driving things forward, George content to follow in his wake. George feels his cock start to stir, bends his head to press a kiss against Lee's damp skin.

"Don't know that I am..." He murmurs.

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[atehimrightup]

They both fall quiet aside from their groans and grunts, and Lee’s thighs ache as he lifts himself up over and over again, fucking himself on George’s cock. He lifts a hand to George’s face, panting against his mouth. There’s a red streak of blood on George’s lower lip and when Lee realizes it’s his, he nearly comes then and there.

“Touch me,” he gasps out, grabbing roughly at George’s chin and giving him a messy kiss, whimpering against his lips as heat flares low in his gut, building to something that’s impossible to ignore. “Fuck, George.”

[gallowseyes]

He doesn't need to be told twice. The hand on Lee's back moves, dropping to wrap around Lee's cock, stroking him in time with the rock of both of their hips. George goes looking for more kisses, his other hand groping and squeezing Lee's arse.

"Come on," he says, the words smudging against Lee's mouth. "Make a mess you can lick up. Be a good slut l. You're so good for me. You're so fucking good."

[atehimrightup]

He’s so close, so close, and then George pushes that secret button. It’s almost embarrassing how quickly being told he’s good sends him over the edge. He comes with a yelp, teeth catching on George’s lower lip as he makes a mess between their bodies, clutching at George’s shoulders almost desperately.

“Oh God,” he pants out, shivering all over and burying his face in George’s neck, biting the juncture of his neck and shoulder hard enough to bruise. “Come on, do it.”

[gallowseyes]

He cries out when Lee bites him, the pain of it mingling with the desperate, hectic pleasure of it. He shifts, Lee's come smearing on his skin as he lifts them, tips them, until Lee's back hits the bed and George can press him into the mattress, rutting into him until he comes with a shout, one hand fisting in the sheets next to Lee's head.

"Jesus fucking Christ," he groans, all but collapsing onto Lee's body.

[atehimrightup]

Lee is tipped backwards, hitting the bed with a grunt, and he simply gets to lie there and watch as George looms over him, hair spilling in his face as he fucks Lee like there’s nothing else in the world he’d rather be doing.

It feels good, so good, and he looks a little like an animal. He’s so fucking beautiful that Lee’s chest aches, and he groans when George comes inside of him again. Lee’s body clutches at his pulsing cock greedily, and all the breath escapes his lungs when George crumples to a heap on top of him.

Lee hooks his legs over the backs of George’s thighs, holding him in place while his arms go around him, one hand sliding up the sweaty length of his skin to grip the back of his neck.

[gallowseyes]

For long moments, George lies there, more than content to be held. He can feel come and sweat cooling between them and he turns, pressing kisses against whatever bit of skin his mouth can find.

"Christ," he says. "I need to sleep for about three days after that."

[atehimrightup]

Lee lies there and stares up at the ceiling as he catches his breath, feeling George soften inside of him and tightening his legs whenever he thinks George might try and pull out of him. He doesn't want it to be over yet, and finds it amusing just how quickly he's come to crave the sensation of being stuffed full after years of being convinced that he hated it.

But it wasn't the act of it he hated, not at all. He hated the men who did it to him, who didn't give him much of a choice because he was skinny and small. George is so much better than them.

He lets out a low chuckle at the declaration, even as his throat tightens a little at the tenderness of those kisses. It scares him a little-- how nice it is. He doesn't want to lose it, and he knows it will hurt so bad when he does. He can't imagine a world where this ends well for him because the truth will eventually come out. It's a tangled web of emotion, but he takes a breath and does his best to focus on the present moment.

"And you didn't even get tackled to the ground and punched repeatedly in the face today," Lee teases as he ruffles his fingers through George's sweaty hair. Beneath George, Lee's stomach lets out a needy rumble and he swallows hard, turning his head to press a kiss to George's temple. He smells so good that Lee feels guilty all over again. "I need to eat something. I'm not a very nice person when I'm hungry."

Understatement of the century, he thinks.

[gallowseyes]

George has to all but peel himself away from Lee, there's such a mess between them, and he sprawls on his back with a lazy grin.

"You can help yourself to anything in the kitchen," he says. "There's leftovers and other things in the refrigerator. You can have anything you want."

That makes him laugh. "But you already know that."

[atehimrightup]

Lee pouts a little when George pulls out of him, but he supposes that it had to happen eventually. Now that the distraction of George's weight is gone, Lee realizes just how sore he is. Not just his ass, but his face and his hands, and his shoulder where he hit the ground. He takes a deep breath and stretches out his limbs, wincing a little and pushing himself into a sitting position.

"I bottom for you twice and you won't even go get me food? I see how it is," Lee jokes, but he doesn't actually expect it. He's used to doing things for himself, has been since about the time he was old enough to walk, so he rolls out of the bed and heads toward the kitchen, rolling his shoulder to try and stretch it out and reaching back to try and rub at the bruise blossoming across his pale skin. He finds a cooked chicken breast in the fridge and eats it cold with his hands, needing protein in his belly. It's not what he really wants, or what his body really needs, but it'll have to do for now. He fills a glass with tap water and gulps it down, splashing some water on his bruised face.

[gallowseyes]

Still naked as the day he was born, George gets up and pads through to the kitchen. He's got a pair of white pills in his hand and he wraps one arm around Lee's waist from behind.

"These are for your face," he says, kissing the side of Lee's neck. "Are you going to stay?"

[atehimrightup]

Lee hears George approaching, but it still takes him a little by surprise when he's embraced from behind. George kisses him so sweetly even though the sex is over, and something in his chest tightens. It's a nice feeling, and Lee puts his hand on George's forearm where it's wrapped around his belly, squeezing briefly before turning his palm over to accept the offered pills. He knocks them back with the rest of the water and sets the glass in the sink, tipping his head back against George's shoulder.

"I will if you want me to," Lee says after a moment, putting his hand back on George's arm. He opens his mouth, closes it, and then opens it again. "I'd like to."

[gallowseyes]

"I'd like it, if you did."

Lee is a friend, first and foremost, probably his best, but the lines are so often blurred between them. Until they're both dressed again, it's easy to stay in the moment, the memory of fucking Lee still fresh in his mind. .

They can to back to being friends tomorrow.

[atehimrightup]

Maybe it's because of all he's been through today, because he's tired and hungry, but Lee feels so emotional that his lower lip quivers slightly and he swallows hard, nodding a little and resting back against George's solid frame. He has no idea what all of this means, but he's grateful for it. He's so grateful, and at the same time he feels so guilty.

George deserves better than a monster, but Lee rationalizes it away by telling himself that they're just friends who get off together and it's no big deal. They're not tied together in any way, and George is free to do as he pleases. Lee isn't keeping him from anything, isn't preventing him from finding someone better to spend his time with. That will happen eventually, that much Lee is sure of.

Right now, all he can do is enjoy the attention while it lasts. He lets out a deep sigh and turns around in George's arms to hug him, face tucked against his neck. "Thanks for today. It could have sucked but you made it good."

[gallowseyes]

Without even thinking about it, he wraps both arms around Lee, keeping him tucked in close against his bare chest for a moment.

"You're welcome, I suppose," he says, dropping a fond kiss into Lee's bright, tousled hair. "Come to bed. Rest."

[atehimrightup]

Lee smiles at the kiss, pressing his own to the bite mark on George's shoulder. There is still the slightest indentation of his teeth, and vague purpling under his pale skin that will turn into something of a bruise, but George didn't seem to mind so Lee tries not to feel bad about it. He drags his tongue over the spot and then lifts his head to give George a soft kiss on the mouth, lingering there for a moment before pulling away and taking his hand.

"Rest sounds nice," he admits as he leads them back toward the bedroom, turning to glance at George over his shoulder with an almost shy smile. "Someone wore me out."

[gallowseyes]

"You gave as good as you got," says George, his thighs and the mark on his shoulder aching pleasantly as he follows Lee back to his rumpled bed. "And you know it."

[atehimrightup]

"Mm. I was very good," he says slyly, crawling onto the bed on all fours and looking over his shoulder at George before all but collapsing onto the bed, shoving his face into a pillow that smells like them. He's still sticky, with George's come dripping down the insides of his thighs, but he feels no desire to wash it away. He might regret that come morning, but for now he's quite content with the mess they've made. He even spreads his legs a little so George can see it, flushed cheeks hidden by the pillow.

[gallowseyes]

It's a display for his benefit, and George enjoys it, head tilted on one side, lazy smile on his face. His eyes linger on the come smearing Lee's inner thighs. "Do not," he says, still smiling. "I don't think either of us have the energy to stir again. At least, not without a couple of hours sleep behind us."

[atehimrightup]

“I’m not doing anything,” Lee murmurs as he rolls to the side, scooting over to make room for George next to him. He even takes the wet spot, since George is nice enough to share his bed.

“Come on,” he says, patting the empty space next to him. They’ve spent the night together before, but it’s never been predetermined like this. Usually it’s because they fell asleep after fucking, too worn out to get up and leave. This feels different somehow.

[gallowseyes]

"Liar," murmurs George, as he climbs into bed and pulls the sheets up over both of them. After a moment's pause, he shifts closer in the darkness, pressing his chest against Lee's back, one arm around his waist to tug him back into the cradle of George's hips.

"You know exactly what you were doing. Slut."

[atehimrightup]

Lee badly wants to be held, but he doesn't know how to verbalize it. He doesn't want to overstep or seem too needy, so it's both a surprise and a relief when George slings an arm around him and pulls him close. Lee tenses for a moment, not because he doesn't want it but because he isn't used to it, and then melts bonelessly into George's embrace.

"I'm not as much of a slut as you seem to think I am," Lee muses sleepily, astonishingly content with his current situation. "I think you're projecting."

[gallowseyes]

"Oh, no," says George, eyes closed, already drifting, his nose brushing the back of Lee's neck. "I am absolutely a slut, but so are you." He stifles a yawn. "Perhaps I just bring it out in you."

[atehimrightup]

"Go to sleep, slut," Lee says fondly, chuckling quietly and reaching up to curl a hand around George's elbow, stroking it with his thumb. He can't remember the last time he fell asleep in someone's arms. Has he ever? It's doubtful.

It's almost too nice. A part of him feels like he should deny himself this, get up and leave, because it's not really something he deserves. It's not something that he should get used to.

But he can't bring himself to get up. He wants it too badly, and he lets his eyes fall shut as their sweaty bodies mold together under the thin blanket. It doesn't take long at all for him to drift off, feeling sated and safe.

It's one of the best nights of sleep he's ever had.