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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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[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.