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His day, not to put too fine a point on it, has gone to shit. He'd slipped out of the apartment nearly to go and ride and had been thrown. Thankfully, he'd been on sand, so the bruising is minimal, but the stiffness in his shoulder has lingered all day. He'd gone to do some session work -- cello, not viola de Gamba, which means the instrument, whole familiar, feels less like a part of him. The fingering of the part has been complicated, and he'd managed to break his bow and had to use a spare.

At least he'd been paid.

By the time he lets himself into his apartment, he's in a foul mood but, when he opens the door, he instantly knows that someone else is home.

"Lee?"

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gallowseyes

George makes a soft, contented sound as Lee rearranges them, settling down with his head on Lee's chest, his fingers idly tracing against his bare skin.

"Of course," he says. "Or the Gamba. They sound different. And the bowing is different too." He'd been so pleased when he'd managed to track down a slightly battered viola de Gamba from an antiques dealer. He was decent on the cello, but it wasn't his instrument. Not really.

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atehimrightup

“The Gamba is what you played back home, right?” Lee asks as he kisses the top of George’s head, fingertips gliding up and down his back. “That’s what I want to hear, then.”

He smirks to himself and presses his mouth to the crown of George’s head, squeezing him close and playfully tickling his side. “Be honest. Did you just pick whatever instrument you could straddle?”

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gallowseyes

George laughs at that, warm and unguarded, squirming against Lee a little as he tickles him.

"Yes," he says. "That's exactly why I picked it." He rolls his eyes. "It's a beautiful sound. Sweet, a little ready, melancholy." He smiles. "The cello is nice, and I definitely get more work from it, but it's not the same."

From:

atehimrightup

He laughs as George squirms, then smooths his hand over the curve of his ribs. He’s not sure that he’ll ever get used to how good it feels to simply hold George in his arms like this, knowing he’s warm and safe, smelling healthy and seemingly happy.

“Mm, sounds like someone else I know,” Lee murmurs against George’s forehead, nuzzling into his hair and inhaling slowly. He always smells so good, but especially so in moments like this. “I excited to hear it. Pick something nice for me.”

From:

gallowseyes

"You surely can't mean now?" says George, because he honestly think he'd do anything for Lee, give him anything that it's in his power to provide, but he's also warm and comfortable and weary in a well fucked sort of way.

From:

atehimrightup

“Yes. Hop to, darling,” Lee says in George’s accent, giving his ass a light smack that’s more of a fond pat. He laughs and wraps both his arms more tightly around George, giving him a squeeze.

“Not now, dummy,” he says in his normal voice, chuckling fondly. “If you try to get out of this bed, I will fight you.”

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gallowseyes

"Shut up," he says, but it's entirely fond. He stays burrowed in close against Lee, warm and content, one arm draped across his waist, rolling the gold ring on his index finger against pale skin. "I think I could be quite content living in this bed. We'd need to surface for food, but I think we could make it work."

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atehimrightup

“It might get smelly after while,” Lee muses, lifting George’s hand from his side and pressing a kiss to his palm. He touches the ring on George’s index finger, turning it once before pulling it off and sliding it onto his own, holding his hand up to admire it curiously.

“And I have a very sensitive nose,” he says slyly, giving George a look like he knows something that George doesn’t. “But it might be worth it.”

He takes the ring off and slides it back onto George’s finger. “To never have to leave your side.”

From:

gallowseyes

His head still against Lee's chest, George watches as Lee takes the ring off his finger and slides it onto his own. He's worn it for so long he can't actually remember where or when he got it. He'd be a loss to explain the avalanche that he feels when he sees it on Lee's finger, though. He draws in a slightly shivering breath.

"We should probably at least put on fresh sheets," he says.

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atehimrightup

“Mm, maybe.” Lee stretches his arms over his head and squeezes George again, biting back a smile. “Do you want to take a bath?”

He presses a kiss to George’s hairline with a knowing smile. “I sort of see the appeal in them now.”

From:

gallowseyes

George thinks about it for a split second, and then he nods, turning his head to press a kiss against his chest.

"I would. Like that. And another beer." He pushes up to a sitting position. "You want to run the bath and I'll raid the fridge?'

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atehimrightup

“Yeah, I need something to eat. Can you bring me a beer and a protein bar?” He starts to sit up and then pauses. “And a banana.”

He slides off of the bed and gets onto his feet for the first time in several fuckings and then stumbles a bit at how tender he is, legs still feeling a little like jelly.

“Man, I’m gonna be sore tomorrow,” he says with a chuckle, stretching his arms over his head. “I expect you to stay here and wait on me hand and foot tomorrow.”

From:

gallowseyes

"Your wish, my command," he says, grinning. He'd had some experience of that kind of service, as a Gentleman of the Bedchamber, after all.

On his way to the kitchen, he glances back.

"Hell, I'll do it naked and collared if it pleases you."

From:

atehimrightup

“Oh, if it pleases me, huh?” Lee calls back with a laugh. “You’d make that sacrifice? Suffer through it just for me? How selfless.”

He’s grinning as he walks into the bathroom, and he does a bit of a double take when he sees his reflection in the mirror. His hair is rumpled, skin flushed and eyes red from crying. He looks like a mess, but he’s never looked so… soft.

After a moment he tears his gaze away, blinking rapidly and going over to fill up the tub, sitting on the edge of it and rolling his eyes as he reaches for the bubble bath.

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gallowseyes

George laughs at he slips into the kitchen, retrieving beers and water, Lee's requested protein bar and a banana for each of them. Still naked as the day he was born, he pads back into the bathroom and sets things down on the edge of the tub.

"Ready?" he asks, and doesn't want to be told where Lee wants him, stepping into the steaming water.

From:

atehimrightup

Lee is all cried out, he’s pretty sure, but when he turns his head to see George coming into the room, sleepy and naked and carrying food and water for them, something in his chest constricts, heart clenching like a fist behind his ribs.

It keeps hitting him over and over again. He’s never been this happy in his life.

Lee nods and grabs one of the bottles of water, sitting on the edge of the tub and chugging from it while reaching out to curl his hand around the inside of George’s thigh as he stands in the tub, squeezing once before letting go so George can sit down. He turns his head to look at George as he settles down into the frothy water.

“In a sec,” he says as he unwraps his protein bar, smirking faintly. “I’m enjoying the view.”

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gallowseyes

George smiles at that, leaning back against the enamel of the tub as he peels a banana, breaking it into chunks and virtually inhaling it. He discards the skin and reaches for one of the open beers. "Take your time," he says. "No charge."

From:

atehimrightup

Lee turns to lean against the wall so he can face George, smiling as he takes in the sight of him, relaxed and happy with bubbles in his hair.

“No charge even for me getting to watch you eat a banana?” Lee drawls out, smirking as he takes a bite of his protein bar. “So gracious of you.”

He takes his time eating the protein bar, happy just sit there and watch George lounge in the bath, taking in every inch of him as if he’s trying to commit him to memory. “I like looking at you. Especially like this.”

From:

gallowseyes

"Well you see me naked all the time, so it can't be that," says George, taking a sip of his beer and watching Lee, head tilted one one side. He's not self conscious about being watched -- he'd grown up observed, and if had only gotten worse as he got older. The only person at court who could expect privacy was the King and, when then, it was mostly an illusion. George lies back, pressing the cool glass of his beer bottle against his flushed cheek, the side of his neck.

From:

atehimrightup

“I like to look at you even when your clothes are on,” Lee tells him, sipping from his beer and smiling softly. “Even when you’re drooling in your sleep.”

His smile widens and he pops the last bite of his bar into his mouth and stands up, turning to put the wrapper in the trash. He stays facing George as he steps into the tub between his legs, still looking down at his face. “Even when you’re grumpy.”

From:

gallowseyes

"Me?:Grumpy?" He shifts, reaching out for Lee, squeezing his thigh. "Never. You must have me confused with someone else."

He grins, that boyish, bright smile that is really lovely reserved for Lee, these days.

From:

atehimrightup

“Oh, right. I confused you with one of the many other bratty pretty boys that I let put their whole hand inside me,” Lee teases, slowly sinking down to his knees between George’s thighs. He takes George’s face in his hands, thumbing at his cheeks and drawing him in for a soft kiss.

After resting their foreheads together for a moment, he carefully turns around and sits down in front of George, hissing a little and shifting to find the most comfortable position. A soft, pleased hum escapes him as he leans back against George’s chest, hands resting on the tops of his thighs and slowly sliding up to curl around his knees.

He still doesn’t quite get the point of baths for actual cleanliness, but he’s come to cherish these soft, intimate moments with George— sitting snug between his thick thighs, with his soft cock resting in the dip at the base of his spine. They fit together like puzzle pieces.

“So,” Lee breathes out after a moment, eyes closed as he rests his head against George’s shoulder, smirking to himself. “Did I make your night better than your day?”

From:

gallowseyes

"There are others?" says George, pouting for a second before his mouth softens when Lee kisses him. "You'll break my heart."

He makes a soft, contented sound when Lee sinks into the water, letting him settle against him before he offers him the beer in his hand.

From:

atehimrightup

“I never want to do that,” Lee says with a little more sincerity than he intends to, cheeks warm as he reaches up to take the beer. After lifting it to take a long drink, he hands it back over.

“You know damn well there aren’t,” he says with a low chuckle, warm and fond. “Look how long it took me to roll over for you. No one else is puttin’ in all that work.”

As if he’d let anyone else even try. When this is what’s waiting for him? Not a fucking chance.

He smirks again and then twists to bend his head back and try to look up at him. “I notice you didn’t answer my question.”