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He discovers it by accident, tucked down a side street, hidden behind dark windows. When he steps inside, he's taken aback by the sheer variety and, almost immediately, his head is full of possibilities. He texts Lee, suggesting that they meet for drinks later in the evening, giving him a place to meet and a time.

Later finds George leaning against a wall, waiting for Lee, scrolling through his phone. He's dressed in a button down shirts, sleeves rolled up, and he uses the camera on his phone to preen a little, undoing another button before he snaps a photo and sends it to Lee.

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atehimrightup

When George apologizes, Lee furrows his brow a little and then smiles, soft and a little surprised, when George kisses him so sweetly.

“You rarely do,” he teases, but he gives a jerky nod and swallows hard. “It’s okay. You can do what you need to do. I’ll be fine.”

It helps that George is so warm with him now, and eases the worry he felt when he had pulled away and wanted to be alone so suddenly. He had worried that would be the end of it. But it’s not, so he can relax a little. “Even though you made me wash my dick in the sink like a peasant.”

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gallowseyes

"Poor you," says George, suspecting that they've both done similar more times than are worth counting. "I should have thought. I will next time."

He assumes there'll be a next time. "How can I make it up to you?"

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atehimrightup

Lee can’t help but to perk up a little at the confirmation that George wants to do it again. It’s not shocking, really. But it’s still nice to be reassured. Lee fucking hates how much he likes to be reassured.

“You don’t have anything to make up for,” Lee tells him with shake of his head. He looks at George and then down at the hollow of his throat, opening his mouth and then closing it again. It’s so hard for him to ask for anything. He’s so conditioned against it. “Maybe next time just— wait a little bit longer to take your leave. Until my heart stops racing.”

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gallowseyes

George sees the hesitation in Lee, has seen it before when it comes to asking for anything. Still, eventually, Lee makes his request, and George nods.

"I can. I will." He takes another kiss and gently disentangles himself. "Joining me in wine or having another beer?"

He might flush, faintly, at the memory of the last beer Lee had drunk.

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atehimrightup

“Thanks,” he replies, a little stunned by how easy it all is. They talk, and then listen. What a concept.

George blushing at all is such a rare occurrence that Lee finds himself a little confused to see it now, but then he puts the pieces together and his brows lift as he smiles, wide and a little smug.

“You don’t think you’ve had enough beer tonight?” Lee teases, reaching up to take George’s chin between his thumb and forefinger, drawing him in for another soft kiss. Neither of them can seem to stop. “Wine is fine. I need a smoke, though. Before the food gets here.”

He pulls away and pats his pockets, laughing when he realizes that he had his smashed packet of cigarettes and a lighter in there the whole time. He laughs, feeling a little giddy, and heads toward the window so he can climb out onto the fire escape.

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gallowseyes

"I suspect I might have," says George, rolling his eyes fondly. It had been effective as a punishment, anyway.

Lee climbs out of the window and George potters around in the small kitchen, pouring them both wine and carrying it through to the lounge, nudging the coffee table back into place with his knee before he puts the glasses down.

When he's done, he goes over to the window, leaning one hip against the frame and folding his arms across his bare chest.

"Comfortable?"

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atehimrightup

Lee lounges along the steps of the fire escape like an alley cat, looking out over the city as he smokes. The nicotine calms him, and he tips his head back against the railing and closes his eyes.

When he hears George, he lifts his head and raises an eyebrow.

“Excuse you. I am having alone time,” Lee says, but it’s obvious that he’s teasing. He jerks his chin to motion for George to join him, then stubs out his cigarette to extract a joint from the pack instead. Ever the Boy Scout.

“I’m doubling up,” he says with a wry smile. “Want to share some weed?”

He thinks of that night at the pond, how they shared smoke back and forth until it was gone. How much he loved it.

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gallowseyes

Gracefully, George climbs over the sill and down into the fire escape, lowering himself down to sit on the step beside Lee. He nods, nudging his shoulder against Lee's, watching as he lights the joint. He's never developed the taste for tobacco, but he enjoys this. Particularly when he shares it with Lee.

"Stay," he says. "Tonight." He hopes that was obvious, but feels like it needs to be said, anyway.

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atehimrightup

They smush together on the step and Lee turns his head to press a kiss to George’s shoulder, feeling a warm rush of emotion in his chest when George asks him to stay so emphatically.

“Told you I’m not goin’ anywhere,” Lee assures him, nuzzling at his shoulder before lifting his head to bring the joint to his mouth and light it. Once he gets it going, he inhales deeply and turns his head, taking the point of George’s chin in his hand again in a move that feels so natural now.

“Open,” he murmurs, thumbing at the dip under George’s bottom lip and then moving in until their mouths are brushing, exhaling into George’s mouth. It makes him shiver to think of George breathing his air, taking something from Lee’s body and making it his own.

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gallowseyes

Obediently, George opens his mouth, his eyelashes fluttering as Lee breathes the smoke into his mouth. He holds it the way Lee's shown him, exhales when it starts to burn.

"We should maybe talk about it," he says. "What we did?"

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atehimrightup

Lee feels anxiety tighten his chest at the suggestion, even though he knows that George is right. Still, he nods jerkily and takes another long drag from the joint.

“I’ve never done anything like that before,” Lee admits in a tight voice, probably unnecessarily. He exhales the smoke into the air and fidgets with the joint, handing it over to George before picking at a thread in the ripped knee of his jeans. “Was it— did I do okay?”

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gallowseyes

George laughs at that, a warm sound, not a hint of mocking.

"Oh, yes," he says, slipping the joint between his lips. "It was more than okay." He nudges Lee's ribs gently. "I've never done anything like that, either. For the record."

He knows how much Lee likes firsts.

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atehimrightup

Lee huffs out a laugh, feeling a little ridiculous, because obviously George enjoyed it. Everyone in this apartment building probably knows how much George enjoyed it.

“Good,” he says with a bit of a growl in his voice, leaning in to drink the smoke from George’s lungs. He takes the joint as he pulls back, looking George up and down. The bite mark on his chest is red and raw, but there’s no broken skin. His ass is probably sore, in more ways than one, but Lee has plans for that.

“What do you want to talk about?” Lee asks curiously, taking another drag and looking at George with an open expression.

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gallowseyes

George shifts on the step, trying to get comfortable, his arse undeniably tender. He rolls one shoulder in a shrug. "I..." He frowns. "The more we do this, the more it feels like..." He's at a loss for words on how to convey what they're doing here, how it feels. "If we're going to do things like that, I think it's a good idea to talk about the things that we liked about it?" He makes a helpless gesture. "I don't know!"

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atehimrightup

Lee chuckles as he George shifts his hips, putting the joint between his lips to free his hands so he can twist George’s shoulders and lean him back against Lee’s thighs so he’s resting sideways over his lap and can take some of the pressure off of his ass.

It’s a nice position, because Lee can rest his hand on George’s chest and look down at his face. He sort of always wants to be looking at George’s face.

“You make a fair point, dear,” Lee assures him, letting George’s head rest in the crook of his elbow. The pizza should be here soon, but Lee told them to just leave it at the door, so it should be fine. They can get up with them want to.

“I am just not used to talking much. I had no one to talk to,” Lee admits, feeling kind of pathetic, but it’s the truth. His sister was the person he was closest to, but she didn’t know two very vital things about him, so he just didn’t talk about him. “Let’s start with anything we didn’t like or don’t want to revisit. Do you have anything?”

He has a feeling that George is going to bring up the beer thing. He seemed to hate it but also kind of like it at the same time, but him hating it was kind of the point.

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gallowseyes

"Well, now you have me," says George, his head pillowed on Lee's arm, his torso draped across his thighs. It takes some of the pressure off the tender skin of his arse, anyway. "I didn't love the beer in the bowl," he says, eyebrow raised. "But I also know why it happened, so...."

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atehimrightup

“You weren’t supposed to love the beer in the bowl,” Lee points out, leaning down to share another hit with George, kissing him softly before sitting up again.

“Would you rather I come up with a different way to punish you when you’re being a brat?” Lee asks almost rhetorically, but still open to suggestion. “You like spanking too much.”

If George seemed genuinely uncomfortable with it, Lee wouldn’t joke about it. But George seems like he’s just being a brat about it, which Lee can handle. “I can get a fancier dish for next time. One as pretty as you.”

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gallowseyes

George rolls his eyes at that, though he's smiing, after the kiss and the hit from the joint. Lee is right; he is being a brat.

"I did like the spanking," he admits. "With your hand and with the strap."

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atehimrightup

“I liked watching you lap from that bowl like a pissed off house cat,” Lee replies, because he’s also capable of being a brat. He grins afterward and slides his hand slowly down to George’s furry stomach, tracing his navel.

“No, I like the spanking, too. You get so— calm, I guess. And that makes me feel calm,” he admits, sliding his fingertips just under the waistband of George’s sweats to card his fingers lightly through the soft hair there. He opens his mouth and then closes it to swallow hard, feeling absurdly vulnerable but reminding himself that it’s okay. “I like how much you trust me. I wouldn’t— I don’t want to ever do anything to take advantage of that.”

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gallowseyes

George stretches, luxuriating in the way that Lee's touching him, first his belly, and then under the waistband of his trousers. It's not really a sexual touch, but there's so much affection in it, and George finds himself craving more. "I felt calm. It was like...floating in deep water. I liked it." He lifts one hand, trailing his fingers against Lee's forearm lightly. "I trust you so much," he says. "I wouldn't...let anyone do that to me." He smiles. "I can't think of much you could do to me that I wouldn't like." He makes a face. "Beer in bowl excepted."

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atehimrightup

“Knowing you, I have a feeling the bowl will be making another appearance,” Lee says with a fond laugh, but his throat feels a little tight, eyes stinging slightly. It feels so nice to be trusted, but it comes with guilt, too.

Can George really trust him without knowing the whole truth? He trusts a version of Lee, and he supposes that will have to be enough.

“I don’t want you to let anyone do that to you,” Lee blurts, distressed by the thought and then immediately wincing at how it sounds. “I mean, when the collar’s off, you can do whatever you want, obviously,” Lee says, and he does mean that.

He blushes a little and takes another drag of the dwindling joint before continuing. “But I like that this is just ours. Fuck, I— I can’t even imagine doing something like that with anyone else. It takes trust on my end, too. And I do trust you.”

More than he’s ever trusted anyone, probably, but he keeps that part to himself.

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gallowseyes

"Only you," says George, and it feels weirdly exposing to say it like this, dressed and sharing the joint, looking Lee in the eye when he says it. "I said it, and I meant it. I won't...I don't want to do this with anyone else. Collar or not." He might fuck other people, but this particular thing? It's for Lee and him. "All of it. The pain and the...." There's no other word for it. "Degredation. Just for you."

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atehimrightup

“Only you,” Lee repeats, trying to ignore how it feels something like a vow. He stares down at George until the joint burns down to his fingertip, and then stubs it out on the metal grate. He takes a moment to really think about what he wants to say, moving his fingertips gently along George’s hips all the while.

“I don’t enjoy degrading you,” Lee says, but quickly goes on to explain further. “I don’t get off on making you feel bad, but I do get off on giving you what you need. And if that’s what you need, I’m glad to be the one to give it to you. As long as you know that it’s not how I really feel.”

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gallowseyes

"It felt good to just...let you," he says, shifting his hips slightly under the brush of Lee's fingers. "To not have to think or plan or calculate. To just exist and let you do whatever you were going to do to me. Make me do whatever you wanted. Call me names. Whatever." A smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. "I liked being helpless at your mercy. Feeling like I had no choice but to obey, even though I knew I could stop it at any time." He frowns. "Does that make sense?"

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atehimrightup

“Yeah, I get it,” Lee assures him, nodding and shifting the arm that George has his head pillowed on so he can curl it loosely around his neck, hand curling around his shoulder.

“I’m glad I can do that for you. I’m— it means more than you know that you feel safe with me. I get a lot from that,” Lee assures him, jaw working as he chooses how much to share. “I like the power. It gives me a rush. It— it satisfies me in a way that I can’t really explain.”