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[gallowseyes]

Lee cooks so George washes dishes. The first time, he'd had no idea, really, what he was doing but he's done it enough times that he finds it almost therapeutic -- the hot water and the soap suds and soft music playing in the other room. When he goes out, he wears nicely tailored, well cut things but, when they're at home, he cares less. He's pretty sure that the t-shirt he's wearing is actually Lee's; it fits more snuggly across his shoulders, but it's soft, and he likes the way it smells.

He sets a plate in the draining rack and reaches for another.

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[gallowseyes]

"Good," says George, and means it. He likes knowing that -- that it's the best thing that anyone's ever said. Lee deserves that. He nods, watching fondly as Lee kisses his skin. "Oh, yes. All okay."

[atehimrightup]

“Good,” Lee echoes, giving the bite one last lick and then nuzzling into George’s palm, kissing there as he carefully pulls his cock free and slots their hips together. Their bodies fit together so well, like puzzle pieces.

He lowers himself to his elbows and ducks his head to kiss the bite on George’s chest, and then the one on his neck, humming softly and then kissing him on the mouth. It lingers for a long moment and then he presses their foreheads together, one hand on George’s cheek. “You’re fucking incredible.”

[gallowseyes]

"You're biased," says George, but he's smiling. Lee's so close that he can't see all of the details at once. He's distracted by the smudge of freckles across the fair skin of his nose.

"But thank you. You're a marvel."

[atehimrightup]

“Mutual bias,” he retorts, kissing George again and then rolling off of him to land on his back at his side so George can get some air and stretch out his legs, threading their fingers together and bringing their joined hands up so he can press a kiss to George’s knuckles.

“I never know how an evening is gonna go when I’m with you,” he admits with a breathless grin. “That’s one of my favorite parts.”

[gallowseyes]

"I like that part myself," he says, stretching and then lifting his arm so that he can examine the mark, probing gently with the tip of one finger. "The not knowing. But the always knowing -- that I'm safe with you, no matter which way we go."

[atehimrightup]

It wasn’t until George came along that Lee realized just how much ice he had let build up over his heart, shielding it like armor. And now George is melting it piece by piece, word by word, kiss by kiss.

“You are. I promise,” Lee assures him, and even though he’s keeping something major from George, it’s not a lie. He would never hurt George in that way. If George were the very last person on earth, Lee would choose to starve to death.

He watches George prod at the bite, shivering as he sees the shapes of his teeth imbedded into George’s skin. Lee had tilted his mouth a little so that the bites would overlap slightly because it’s never his intention to try and erase James, even in this.

“How does it feel to look at it?” Lee asks curiously, reaching up to touch at the bite mark on his own chest without even realizing he’s doing it.

[gallowseyes]

"I like it," says George, without hesitation, tracing the reddened Cresent with his thumb and then going back to the silvered scar underneath. "Will it scar, do you think?"

[atehimrightup]

Lee smiles at that, rubbing at his chest and opening his mouth before closing it again, unable to find the words to express how much he would like George to do the same to him.

Maybe not his face, but the one over his heart. He’d like that.

“Might. Not too bad if it does. We’ll keep it clean,” Lee murmurs, cradling the back of George’s hand and pressing another kiss to the thin skin just above the bite. He stares at it, jaw working as he blinks against the sting in his eyes. “Thank you. For letting me.”

[gallowseyes]

"I don't mind if it does," he says, because he honestly doesn't. He quite likes the idea of the two scars overlapping, his past and his present in one. Lee's eyes fill with tears and George frowns, reaching up to stroke his fingers along his jaw. "I meant it when I said I liked it," he says.

[atehimrightup]

Lee turns into the touch and laughs a little, cheeks flushing as he wipes at his eyes and shakes his head.

“No, I know. These are good tears, I think,” he admits in a soft voice, turning onto his side so he can look at George, reaching up to cradle the back of his hand and press a kiss to the meat of his palm. He stares at George for a long moment, throat working. “I’ve cried a lot in my life but I don’t know that I could cry from being happy until you came along.”

[gallowseyes]

"Oh, love," says George, his voice soft, stroking his thumb against the sharp line of Lee's cheekbone. Brimming with tears, his eyes are insanely beautiful, like polished tortiseshell. He shifts, leaning in to press a gentle kiss against Lee's mouth, just letting them linger in the moment.