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[gallowseyes]

George has decided that he likes this time of year best of all. It's cold, but he dresses in warm layers, and there are decorations everywhere, bright lights and singing. In the time that he comes from, Christmas had been a more solemn affair -- good food, yes, but hours of church, too. This is more like Twelfth Night but for weeks and weeks. He's bought a few little gifts for Lee -- books and clothes and things that he thinks will make him smile -- though the biggest gift he has for him has not required any wrapping. They've bought a tree into the apartment, decorated with little shiny things and lights. He likes the lights best.

Today, he thinks, Lee looks tired, and he's been thinking about a promise that he made weeks ago. When Lee comes to sit next to him on the sofa, George lets him curl close and then he holds out the razorblade he's been loosely holding in his cupped fingers, presented without comment to see if Lee takes his meaning without being told.

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[gallowseyes]

Weirdly, George isn't sure that he's ever felt so safe. He believes Lee utterly when he says he would never hurt him and he's so grateful that he can give Lee this, that this is a way that he can help. He's turned on, half hard, but that's not what it's about. It doesn't have to be about sex. It can also just be an act of love.

He smoothes his hand against Lee's spine through the soft stuff of his t-shirt, making soft, soothing noises.

[atehimrightup]

They’re both turned on. Lee can smell it on George, taste it in his blood, but this is so much more than sex. This is intimacy beyond measure, with George giving up his body in a way that is so specific to Lee and only Lee. It a gift that he isn’t sure how he can ever repay.

He licks at the wound and then sits up to make one final, small cut right next to the first. The sight of that small crimson bead of blood running down George’s pale skin distracts him as he moves to set the blade down on the side table, just enough that it slices thinly across the pad of his index finger. He barely notices the sting, but he looks at the drop of blood on his finger and then uses it to sweep up the blood from George’s chest, careful not to touch the actual wound with his own blood.

Their blood mixes on the pad of his finger, George seeping into his veins and settling in his belly, and Lee feels dazed as he takes the digit into his mouth and sucks it clean. He stares at George’s face, cheeks hollow, then pulls his finger free and leans in to lap the blood from George’s neck and chest, licking and sucking at the wound with a content sigh as he holds his own bloody finger off to the side.

[gallowseyes]

He watches it all happen through a haze, warm and safe and soft. When Lee bends his head again, George lifts the hand on his thigh and pushes it into his hair, cradling the back of his head and sinking into the swipe of Lee's tongue over his skin. It ought to feel weirder, he thinks. Instead, it feels like home.

[atehimrightup]

The last few days has had Lee feeling tense and tired, stressed about what his body requires to keep moving, and now that all feels as if it’s been washed away. This won’t sustain him for long, but it buys it time. It relaxes him, makes him feel warm and safe, and above all, loved.

Lee remembers the horrified look on George’s face when he realized the full truth about what Lee was hiding, but George overcame it all because his love for Lee was so strong. Not only that, he freely offers up his body to indulge Lee’s unconventional needs.

He licks at the blood on George’s neck almost languidly and he knows, without a doubt, that he is the luckiest man in the world.

Eventually all three wounds stop bleeding and Lee steadfastly licks away every bit of blood he can find, pressing reverent kisses to each small cut. He feels a little drunk, smiling and licking his lips as he lifts his head. George is looking at him indulgently and Lee leans in to press their mouths together in a soft, lingering kiss.

“Thank you,” he rasps out, resting his hands on George’s shoulders as their foreheads rest together. “Fuck, I love you. Thank you.”

[gallowseyes]

"I love you too," says George, one hand still in Lee's hair, the other still stroking up and down against his back. He holds him close for a moment, their lips almost touching. "Does...did it help? You look better." He moves one hand, brushing his fingers against Lee's flushed cheek. "You've got more colour."

[atehimrightup]

It still feels like a shock to hear George say it, even though Lee knows it to be true. George loves him, really loves him, or they wouldn’t be here right now.

“Yeah, it helped,” Lee says in a low voice, smiling as George touches his cheek. He does feel better, more centered and alert, though he knows that it’s delaying the inevitable. He couldn’t live off of George’s blood forever, and wouldn’t ask for that even if he could.

But it soothes him, settles him, and reminds him that he’s loved. It reminds him that he’s home, and gives him more time.

“You’re so good to me,” he murmurs, sliding a hand into George’s hair and kissing him soundly. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you.”

[gallowseyes]

"Good," says George because, honestly, that was all he wanted. When Lee breaks the kiss, George smudges their noses together, one arm around Lee's waist to hold him close. "Are you going to take it in the spirit that it's meant if I tell you that now I think you ought to take a nap?" He strokes his thumb against the side of Lee's face. "I'm assuming...You'll probably need to go out later, right?"

[atehimrightup]

“Nap time now that I’ve had my snack?” Lee quips, smiling as George’s strong arm curls around his slender waist, cradling him close.

“Not tonight,” he says with a slow shake of his head, relishing in the way the pad of George’s thumb feels against his skin. “Tonight I just want to be with you.”

The hunger is sated, if only briefly. He can’t imagine leaving this warm embrace and putting his mouth on anyone else in any capacity right now, not while he has George’s blood inside of him, nourishing him. He can wait.

Lee kisses him again, his bottom lip and then his chin, his cheek and the bolt of his jaw, nose nuzzling under his ear. “Are you going to nap with me?”

[gallowseyes]

"If that's what you want. I have nowhere else I'd rather be." There's a flicker of concern, but Lee knows his own body, knows his needs, and George has to trust that he won't let it go too long again.

"Do you want to stay on the couch or go to bed?"

[atehimrightup]

Lee sees the momentary furrow of his brow and the question in his eyes, and he smiles as he reaches up to brush George’s hair back from his face, thumbing at his brow. He presses a kiss to George’s forehead, then another to the tip of his nose.

“I’m okay. I promise,” Lee assures him, kissing him on the mouth before climbing off of his lap to stand, arms stretching over his head in a way that makes the shirt he’s wearing ride up over his belly. He feels flushed and warm, sleepy and safe, and it’s such a marvel.

“Bed,” he says as he holds his hand out for George to take, chin jerking toward the red lines on his neck and chest. “I need to clean those first.”

[gallowseyes]

He'll take Lee at his word. He trusts him, loves him more than he's ever loved another person in his entire life. It's enough.

"Bed," echoes George, standing up and threading his fingers with Lee's. He rolls his eyes, but he also doesn't argue. "Yes, my love."

[atehimrightup]

“You’ve done enough for me. I’m not going to add scars to the list,” Lee tells him with a soft smile, holding his hand and leading him into their en suite bathroom. He crowds George against the counter with his hands on his hips, touching their smiles together and kissing him softly as his hands slide down to George’s thighs, lifting them until he’s sitting up on the counter.

There is one scar, however. It’s a faint outline of Lee’s teeth at the nape of his neck, hardly noticeable if you’re not looking for it. Lee looks for it all the time.

He gets some antiseptic on a cotton pad and gently dabs at the cuts, then places a small bandage over each one, ducking his head to press kisses to each one, and then another to George’s mouth.

[gallowseyes]

George patiently puts up with all of Lee's careful ministrations, perfched on the counter. When Lee leans up to kiss him, George cradles the side of his face, stroking the pad of his thumb along his cheekbone. "Are you satisfied, love? Will I do?"

[atehimrightup]

“Oh, I think you’ll do just fine,” Lee tells him, sounding hopelessly fond even to his own ears. He stopped trying to play it cool with George some time ago.

He kisses George again, deeper this time, and slides his hands under George’s ass as he hauls him off of the counter, holding him up with relative ease as he carries him over to the bed. Their bed.

Once his knees are against the edge, he tips forward and sends George sprawling onto his back in the middle of the mattress. Lee laughs and pulls his own shirt over his head, then kicks off his sweats before crawling into the bed next to him, leaning over him and pressing kisses to his chest, just over his heart.

He settles there, his cheek pressed to George’s chest in a way that allows him to feel the steady drum of his heart, and curls up to him with a small yawn, nuzzling into his skin.

[gallowseyes]

Even knowing what he knows, understanding Lee's true nature, it's still starling when Lee lifts him like he weighs nothing. He laughs, genuinely surprised, a bright burst of sound, his arms curling around Lee's neck as he's carried. When Lee dumps him onto the mattress, he squirms into place, head on a pillow and watches as Lee strips off his shirt and his sweats before he crawls into bed as naked as the day he was borh. Before Lee settles, George does the same so that, when Lee curls close, they're pressed skin to skin everywhere they touch. George hums contentedly, his eyes already drifting closed, his fingers combing through Lee's dark curls.

[atehimrightup]

George’s fingers card through his hair and Lee blinks slowly, reaching down to drag the blanket up over their naked bodies. It feels so nice, and George is so warm and he smells so good. Lee feels utterly cherished, safe in George’s embrace.

He’d looked and Lee and knew what he needed, going so far as to offer up a part of himself without hesitation. It’s almost more than Lee knows what to do with.

“I love you,” Lee murmurs, eyes falling shut as the exhaustion and worry that he’s felt for the past few days finally melts away entirely. He burrows closer to George, lulled to sleep by the steady beat of the heart under his cheek.

[gallowseyes]

"I love you too," he murmurs, his fingers still combing through Lee's hair. He stays awake until he feels Lee goes boneless in his arms and then he lets himself drift too, utterly content.

[atehimrightup]

Lee isn’t sure how much time has passed when he starts to stir. George is boneless underneath him, chest rising and falling evenly under Lee’s warm cheek. Judging by the light filtering into the room, blue gray and ethereal, it’s near dusk.

He takes a moment to just lie there and smile to himself, stunned and overjoyed that this is his life. It’s such an unfamiliar thing to have someone who wants to take care of him, who sees him and knows him and wants to give him what he needs. It feels like such a gift, one he doesn’t deserve, and he turns his head enough to press a soft kiss to George’s chest, just over his heart.

When Lee shifts enough to be able to sit up and look at George, he doesn’t move at all. George sleeps like the dead sometimes, face soft and slack in sleep, and it makes Lee smile. He’s such a light sleeper, like a cat always on alert.

It sort of only hits him as his gaze is traveling over George’s broad chest, and the small bandages on his neck, that it’s the first time he’s ever drank from George without sex being involved. It was simply an act of kindness, something given with forethought and not in the heat of the moment. It’s enough to make Lee fall in love all over again.

His gaze sweeps down George’s body, tugging the blanket away so he can see all of him. His cock is soft and pink between his legs, head hidden by his foreskin, and Lee feels his mouth water. There’s no reason they can’t have sex now.

Lee shifts down carefully, not wanting to wake George just yet. He leans over him, pressing kisses to his belly and his hips, nose nuzzling into the soft curls at the base of his cock. He smells so good that it nearly makes Lee feral, and he licks his lips before touching them to George’s cock, lightly grazing them back and forth and then dragging his tongue over it as it twitches, glancing up to make sure that George is still asleep.

[gallowseyes]

George isn't really awake, not yet, but he stirs at the drag of Lee's lips and tongue against his cock. He makes a soft sound, his hips shifting in his sleep, fingers curling against the pillow. His breath catches. His eyelashes flutter.

[atehimrightup]

Lee pauses until he’s sure George isn’t awake, waiting for him to settle again. It sends a bit of a thrill through him to see how much he can get away with before George wakes up, and he knows George won’t mind.

He touches the soft, crinkly skin of his balls, skates fingertips up and down his inner thighs, taking his time. He’s never been able to do that with anyone but George. There are so many things he never did until George.

His cock is starting to fill out, the first part of him to wake (which certainly isn’t unusual). Lee thumbs at his foreskin and leans down to lick at it, humming to himself as he opens his mouth wide and eases George’s cock inside. With it still mostly flaccid, Lee can fit all of it into his mouth and his lashes flutter with pleasure.

For a long few moments he stays just like that, curled over George and just holding his cock in his mouth, feeling it thicken in the warm cradle of his tongue.

[gallowseyes]

That's how he wakes up, with his cock hardening in the wet heat of Lee's mouth. He moans, soft at first and then louder as his brain reconnecfs and he realises what's actually happening. He lifts his head so that he can look down at Lee and then lets it fall back against the pillow, a grin spreading across his face.

"I've definitely woken up worse ways," he says.

[atehimrightup]

Lee can tell as soon as he wakes by the way his breath hitches, and he turns his head to glance up at his face, smirking as best he can with his mouth full. His curls spill over his face and he starts to move a little more purposefully, bobbing his head a few times as he curls his nimble fingers around the base.

Only once George is fully hard does he pull off to take a breath, feeling a string of saliva stretch between his bottom lip and George’s cock before it snaps. He smiles and licks his lips, dragging his tongue over the head.

“I couldn’t help myself,” Lee murmurs breathlessly, mouthing at the head and pressing the tip of his tongue into the slit. “You look so pretty when you sleep.”

[gallowseyes]

He leans up, brushing Lee's curls back from his forehead as he mouths and licks at George's hard cock. He shifts his hips carefully, more than happy to let George set the pace. "You always think I'm pretty."

[atehimrightup]

“You always are pretty,” Lee breathes out in response, humming happily as George’s fingers work through his hair. He smells so good like this, all warm and sleepy, spicy with slow burning arousal. Lee could drown in it.

After one more soft kiss to the head of his dick, tongue flicking out to tease the edges of his foreskin, Lee breathes in through his nose and then starts to blow him in earnest. He bond his head, sucking as his fist slides up to meet his mouth, drooling messily all over his fingers.

[gallowseyes]

They've been together long enough, done this often enough, that Lee knows exactly what he wants, what he likes. He loves when Lee is a little messy, a little sloppy. He groans, softly encouraging, and pushes the fingers of both hands into Lee's hair, tugging lightly. Not trying to guide his mouth. Just wanting him to feel it.