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[gallowseyes]

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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[atehimrightup]

“God, your voice is stupid,” Lee says with a laugh, though by his tone it’s clear that means the opposite. “I could listen to you read the dictionary.”

He reaches for his banana and unpeels it, taking a bite and then holding it over his shoulder for George to take a bite if he wants. As he chews, he looks down at their long legs cramped into the space. “Have you ever been in a hot tub?”

[gallowseyes]

"Mmmm, so you've said, my love," he murmurs in French, before he leans forward and takes a bite of the fruit. "I have not. I hadn't done a lot of things before I got here."

[atehimrightup]

“Well. That’s rude,” he breathes out, shivering at the sound of husky French in his ear. God, he’s such a cliche.

“I know you hadn’t been in one before you got here. They hadn’t been invented yet.” He chuckles and takes another bite. “They’re like this but a lot bigger and deeper.” He licks his thumb and turns his hand in a vague wave around the tub. “With jets that blow bubbles. They have ‘em at hotels and shit.”

After finishing the banana, he tosses the peel toward the trash can and rinses his fingers in the water. “I imagine you’ve seen like, a big stew pot over a fire, right? That seems like classic castle imagery. It’s like that but for people.”

[gallowseyes]

"That does sound like something I would definitely enjoy," says George, though the comparison to a cooking pot is somewhat disquieting. Setting the bottle down in the edge of the tub, George lets his other hand trail in the water, tracing the dip of Lee's belly button.

[atehimrightup]

“Mm, we should get a hotel room with one sometime,” Lee suggests, sliding his fingertips up and down George’s forearm. He chuckles and reaches out for the beer, taking another sip.

“A weekend getaway all the way across the city.” He sets the beer down and realizes how long it’s been since he even thought about how they’re trapped here. He used to think about it every minute of the day, feeling like an animal with a leg in a trap. But that feeling has disappeared entirely, since replaced with an intense desire to stay.

[gallowseyes]

"That sounds good," says George, eyes closed, utterly content. "We can luxuriate in this hot tub of yours, fuck in a different bed. Have people bring us food." A smile tugs the corner of his mouth. "Sounds like a dream."

[atehimrightup]

“It does sound really nice,” Lee agrees, smiling to himself. It’s such a marvel to be able to make plans in advance. He likes knowing where he’s going to wake up every day. Darrow gave him a place that feels like home for the first time in his life.

Darrow gave him George.

“We can keep all the lights off and pretend we’re waking up in a castle somewhere,” he says in a sleepy drawl, one corner of his mouth quirking up in amusement. “And I’m the poor stable boy you just deflowered so thoroughly that I passed out in your bed.”

[gallowseyes]

"You really did like that, didn't you?" says George, gently amused. He trails his fingers over Lee's belly, up to his chest and back. "And then, what? The debauchery continues? I don't think you can behave yourself that long, you little gremlin."

[atehimrightup]

“Yes. Don’t tease me about it or I’ll get shy,” he says with a laugh, feeling his cheeks heat up. “I think— it sounds dumb but I guess I like to play pretend. Make up stories.”

He looks down and watches as George’s hand moves up and down his torso, under the water and back up again as the dim light catches on the ring on his finger.

“I think maybe I would have been a writer in another life,” he says after a moment, feeling a little like he just flayed himself open right there in the tub.

[gallowseyes]

"You could do that here," says George, his touch still light, wandering, trailing up to the hollow of Lee's throat. "Nothing to stop you trying, at least?" Trailing his hand down again, he scrapes the edge of his thumbnail over Lee's nipple.

"And I'll make up as many stories with you as you like."

[atehimrightup]

“My eighth grade education says otherwise,” he replies with an amused huff, but it warms him that George thinks so highly of him. Lee just assumed he wouldn’t be any good at it and dismissed the idea. It never even really occurred to him to try.

“Do you actually like it?” He shivers at the sharp pressure over his nipple, shifting one arm back behind George’s neck to better stretch himself out along George’s body, muscles shifting under his skin. “Or are you just saying that to make me happy?”

[gallowseyes]

He likes the way Lee responds to that, and he does it again, scraping his nail against sensitive skin.

"I did. Like it," he says. "I like anything that makes you blush and squirm like that. I liked having you at my mercy." He presses a kiss to Lee's damp skin. "I didn't hate how it sounded when you called me "my Lord"."

[atehimrightup]

The touch makes him hum softly, turning his head until he can nuzzle up under George’s ja, teeth pressing into his skin without applying any real pressure. He chuckles at George’s reply, satisfied with the answer.

“I noticed, my Lord,” he says with a grin, sinking his wet fingers into George’s hair and scratching at his scalp like one might scratch a puppy behind the ear. “I’m sure that I was blushing every time I said it.”

[gallowseyes]

"You did," says George and, this time, he pinches Lee's nipple, rolling it between his fingers. It's a light touch, teasing himself as much as Lee. "You blushed very prettily." He sighs, letting his head fall back. "It's a different side of you."

[atehimrightup]

He never knew how sensitive his nipples were before George. There’s so much he didn’t know.

His breath catches as George plays with his nipple almost idly. He didn’t come in here with the intention to fuck, but he wouldn’t exactly be surprised if that’s where they end up.

They're both so hungry. That’s one of the things he likes about George.

“One only for you,” Lee breaths out, casual but resolute. “No one else I could trust with it.”

[gallowseyes]

"I'm glad I get to see it," says George, his hand drifting across Lee's chest to give his other nipple the same treatment, first scraping, then pinching. "I like when you take what you want from me, but it's fun to have that chance myself. To take you. Remind you you're mine."

[atehimrightup]

“Jesus.” Lee keeps one hand hooked behind George’s head and puts the other on his knee, feeling his cock start to twitch to life again. Between George’s voice, that voice saying mine, and the attention to his nipples, he stood very little chance.

“I liked it, too,” he says thickly, swallowing hard as he rolls his body slowly, from shoulders to thighs. “I like being yours, baby. It feels so goddamn good.”

[gallowseyes]

He feels the shift in the way Lee is moving, and he can't help but love it. How responsive he is. How needy. He keeps up that teasing touch, his other hand moving to trace his fingers along Lee's jaw.

"Which do you prefer?" he says, curious. "Top or bottom? Taking me or being had?"

[atehimrightup]

It’s insane how quickly George can get him like this, but he’s long since stopped trying to resist it. He’s touch starved and needy and horny all the time, and that’s part of the reason they work so well.

“God, they’re both so good,” he says with a rough chuckle, turning his head so that George’s fingertips slide across his mouth and Lee can press kisses to them, biting playfully at the tip of his middle finger.

“I like switching, but taking you will always be my favorite, I think. Not with the collar on. When it’s just us, and you’re looking me in the eye.” He smiles to himself, flushing a little and curling his hand loosely around George’s wrist, breath catching as George’s hand moves to his other nipple. He seems content to keep playing with them until they’re raw and, well, Lee is content to let him. “What about you?”

[gallowseyes]

"There was a time when I didn't even know men could have sex like that," says George, pinching Lee's nipple a little bit harder, wanting to feel him squirm against him a little. "I like that, too. I've told you how much I like having you bent over and blushing, but I like being on my back with you inside me. Tied wrists is good."

[atehimrightup]

“I knew. But I never really did it until you,” Lee admits, because it’s so intimate. Too intimate to do with a stranger, when you’re only after the relief of release. Lee used to think that was the whole point— getting through it until you come and feel better. He knows better now.

George’s answer warms his heart and Lee smiles, in awe of all the ways they work so well.

The pinch makes his breath catch and he arches up a little, cock twitching under the water. It feels so good and George just keeps on doing it.

“My little freak,” Lee says with amused, aching fondness. “Tied wrists, or me holding them?”

[gallowseyes]

George thinks about that for a moment, his open mouth against Lee's shoulder, fingers still teasing and pinching, his own cock hard and pressed against Lee's back.

"Tied," he says. "You holding them is good, too."

[atehimrightup]

“Ah, you want my hands free to do other things,” Lee teases, chuckling low in his throat when he feels George’s cock hard against his back. He’s tender and a little sore, so he probably shouldn’t get fucked again, but he’s horny enough to be willing to risk it, he thinks. He’s always so horny around George.

Such a mystery as to why, he thinks sarcastically.

George gives his raw nipple a particularly hard pinch and Lee gasps, whimpering softly as it goes straight to his cock. “This is so mean when I can’t even get revenge.”

[gallowseyes]

George has a pretty perfect view down the line of Lee's body to his cock, and he just watches him tremble for a moment, keeping Lee's nipple pinched between two fingers and rubbing the pad of his thumb over it.

"What would you do to get your revenge, then?" he teases.

[atehimrightup]

“As soon as I can, I’m sucking on your nipples until you come,” he declares in a low growl. “I don’t care how long it takes.”

He laughs softly and pulls at George’s hair slowly and firmly, turning his head and tipping it back until he can bite softly at the corner of his jaw, rolling his body in a slow, sensual way because he knows that George is watching.

“I’m gonna hook a chain to them and lead you around that club by it while everyone watches,” he says into George’s ear, figuring it might strike a nerve.