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[gallowseyes]

He wakes up slowly, in the comfortable bed and, for a moment, he doesn't know where he is. It isn't his childhood bed, for certain. It's too soft, the covers too comfortable and, more than that, someone's in it with him. At first, he thinks it must be John or Kit but, when he lifts his head, he sees tumbled dark curls and pale skin, the face turned away from him. He sits up suddenly, his hair slipping into his eyes, heart thumping in his chest.

"What the fuck is happening?" he asks, his voice trembling.
It is the strangest, most real dream.

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[atehimrightup]

Yeah, Lee isn't strong enough for this.

He swallows hard and slips off of the stool so he can take a step closer, utterly captivated. George looks ethereal, and there's still such a softness to him. He hasn't learned just how terrible the world truly can be yet, hasn't been carved into something sharp. Lee loves George, his George, but he wants to protect this one so badly from what's to come.

"Do you want me to show you?" Lee asks quietly, stepping forward until his thighs are bracketed by George's knees. They're still staring at each other, nearly eye to eye, and Lee reaches up to put a hand on George's face. "I'd be lying if I said I didn't want your first real kiss to be with me."

[gallowseyes]

Lee touches his face again and George's breath hitches. Unconsciously, he licks his lips and then he nods.

"Show me," he says. "Please."

[atehimrightup]

Lee is only a man, and not even a very good one. How could he possibly be expected to resist this?

His hand slides down to cup George's chin between his thumb and forefinger and he nods, feeling almost drunk as he leans in closer. It's just a kiss. It's just going to be a kiss, he thinks. But he isn't sure he even believes it.

Lee takes a breath and nods, sliding his hand to the back of George's neck and gripping the nape to draw him in. Their mouths meet and Lee makes a quiet sound deep in his throat, immediately deepening the kiss and putting his other hand on George's waist, pressing in closer and spreading George's knees wider, twisting him until his lower back is pressed against the counter.

[gallowseyes]

George has never been kissed so thoroughly in his entire life. It's not just Lee's mouth on his...it's his hands and the way he moves him. It's the way that he feels almost like Lee would swallow him whole, if he could.

He makes a soft, involuntary sound against Lee's mouth.

[atehimrightup]

It would be so easy to get carried away. George would let him, too. Lee can tell.

His tongue sweeps into George's mouth and he tastes familiar, like tea and cinnamon, and Lee groans as his hands tighten on George's body. The kiss goes on and on until Lee has to pull back just to breathe, and he plants a few more sucking kisses along George's jaw and neck before pulling away. Or, at least he tries.

His hands stay right where they are, clutching at George as they stare at each other, chests heaving.

"That's how I do it," he says breathlessly, smiling and laughing a little as he tips their foreheads together. This George kisses more clumsily, all eagerness and so skill, and it's fucking endearing and sad all at the same time. "Better than Jenny?"

[gallowseyes]

For a moment, he can't say anything at all. He's too aware of Lee's hands on him. He's too aware of the taste of Lee's mouth. He just stares and then, finally, he swallows, and then he nods.

"Definitely better," he says.
His cock definitely thinks so.

[atehimrightup]

George looks so stunned, all big eyes and puffy lips, and Lee feels this ache in his chest. God, his heart belongs to this boy. Every single version of him.

"Good," he says quietly, shifting his hand from the back of George's neck to his jaw, thumbing at his soft skin before leaning in press their mouths together again, gentler this time.

"You don't have to feel bad about anything you want, George. Not with me," Lee promises, kissing his cheek and then the corner of his eye. "You're perfect." He grins, laughing a little as his lips skim George's forehead. "Every single little depraved thought in this beautiful head. They're all perfect to me."

[gallowseyes]

"Me?" George shakes his head. If anyone here is perfect, it's Lee. He swallows, leaning his cheek into Lee's hand.

"I want..." He swallows. "I want all of it. Can you show me?"

[atehimrightup]

Lee can't help but to laugh at that, low and soft, staring at George's mouth while thumbing at his full bottom lip. He hasn't completely grown into his mouth yet, and feels a fierce possessiveness overtake him. So many people got to have their hands on George before he did. There are so many firsts that Lee never got to see.

He could change that. It's a filthy, selfish thought. But is it? He could do it right. He could do everything right.

"Eager little thing," Lee says with a happy laugh, grinning as he sweeps George's hair back from his face, hand sliding down to palm the side of his head as they stare at each other. "There's a whole new world outside and you're only interested in sex. Somehow I'm not surprised."

[gallowseyes]

He all but glows when Lee says that, smiling broadly. He likes the way Lee touches him. It makes him want more of it.

"We'll have time for the world," he says. "I want to be here now."

[atehimrightup]

"I'm not goin' anywhere," Lee assures him, kissing him again before moving closer and tugging under George's thighs, urging them up around his waist. He drags George's arms over his shoulders and then hoists him off of the stool, carrying him over to the living room and turning to drop down onto the middle of the sofa, with George straddling his lap.

"Kiss me some more," he urges, sliding a hand up the back of George's shirt and mouthing at his jaw, giving him the barest scrape of teeth. "You can do whatever feels right, George." His hand slides up into George's hair, fingernails dragging faintly along his scalp in that way he knows makes George's eyes roll back, even now. "Every desire you've ever had to try and hide. I want them all."

[gallowseyes]

Being carried is a little disorientating and then he's sitting full in Lee's lap, a knee bent on either side of his thighs. Lee's hand under his shirt makes him whimper. Eager, he surges forward to kiss Lee's mouth, sloppy and a little off centre, but hungry.

[atehimrightup]

It's familiar and new all the same time. George tastes the same, but his kisses come with the clumsy eagerness of youth and inexperience. Lee lets him take the lead for a while and then slowly slides his hands up the sides of George's neck, framing his jaw and sitting up a little, taking the lead on the kiss. He slows them down a little, growling low in his throat as he drags George's mouth open with his thumb so he can press his tongue inside.

It's a deeper, more sensual kiss and Lee hums, sliding one hand up and down George's spine. He's hard, they both are, and Lee is trying very hard to ignore it but the scent of cinnamon and spice fills the air.

[gallowseyes]

Nobody's ever done that before, the way Lee opens his mouth with his thumb, and it goes straight to his cock, making him squirm in Lee's lap. It feels ridiculously good. He whimpers into Lee's mouth.

[atehimrightup]

It’s maddening and confusing and wonderful all at once, and Lee’s higher brain function seems to be rapidly losing out to a more primal need.

George wriggles against him like he’s chasing something new, pressing his cock into the flat of Lee’s stomach with only a thin layer of silk between them, and suddenly Lee wants nothing more than to see just how fast he can make George come. It probably wouldn’t take any time at all, not with him like this.

God, this is such a bad idea. Lee just can’t seem to remember why right now.

“You’re so hard,” he pants out against George’s jaw, holding his hips firmly and letting himself grind up against him. “Fuck, you technically just met me. I shouldn’t—“

He makes the mistake of pulling back to look at George’s face, then groans and lets his head fall against the back of the sofa, baring his neck and closing his eyes. “Fuck.”

[gallowseyes]

Lee holds his hips but it does nothing to still them and George keeps grinding forward against him, the friction of silk against his cock and the heat of Lee's body maddening. Lee tips his head back and George kisses his neck, whimpering against his skin.

"I don't care," he says. "I don't."

[atehimrightup]

Lee has spent most of his life resisting temptation. He’s gotten pretty good at it, but this might be his greatest challenge yet.

George’s swollen mouth trails across his throat and Lee’s hands tighten on his hips, pressing his own cock up behind George’s balls. They rut together like teenagers for a few moments and then Lee sucks in a breath and dips his hand under the silk waistband to curl it around George’s cock, gripping it possessively before falling back against the sofa again, bare chest heaving as he looks up at George’s face.

“So you’ve always liked being bad,” Lee teases breathlessly, smirking as he starts to jerk George off with practiced ease, thumbing under the head. He knows exactly what George likes, maybe even more than George himself at this point. “We can just take the edge off, okay? Fuck, you’re beautiful.”

[gallowseyes]

George whimpers when Lee wraps his hand around his cock. It's not that it's never been touched by anyone except himself -- Jenny's touched it -- but, somehow, it didn't feel the same.

He rolls his hips experimentally, pushing into Lee's fist.

"I'm bad?" he asks, dark eyes wide.

[atehimrightup]

“I didn’t mean it like that,” Lee says quickly, shaking his head and putting his other hand on the back of George’s neck to tug him in for another kiss, soft and reassuring even as his hand twists on his cock. “You like to skirt the rules, don’t you? You like this.”

He grinds his clothed cock against George’s ass again, using the grip on the back of his neck to pull him down, rocking their bodies together as he works his cock a little faster, rubbing at his slit with the pad of his thumb.

“And I love that,” Lee pants out, grunting against George’s mouth. “You’re not bad, baby. You’re fucking perfect.”

[gallowseyes]

He nods. He can't say it, right then, but he does. He likes it so much. He squirms between Lee's hand and, oh God, the press of his cock against him.

He makes a small, breathless sound against Lee's mouth. He's going to come. He can feel it.

[atehimrightup]

“It’s okay. It’s okay,” Lee murmurs, kissing George again, letting his teeth scrape just barely over his full bottom lip before he pulls back to rest against the back of the couch. The lean muscles in his chest and stomach flex and he grins dangerously, stroking George and offering up a vast expanse of pale skin for him to come onto.

“I want you to,” he breathes out, arching his back. “I want to see it.”

[gallowseyes]

God, he really has never seen anything so beautiful in his entire life. His eyes on Lee's pale skin, he thrusts once, twice and comes, harder than he thinks he ever has in his entire life.

[atehimrightup]

George’s whole body seizes when he comes, uncoordinated and new, and Lee feels such a fierce wave of overprotective feelings that he has no idea what to do with. He can’t keep George here. He can’t save him from what he has to go through. And that fucking kills him.

“That’s it. There we go,” Lee murmurs, swallowing hard and working George through it as his come splatters against Lee’s bare skin. He strokes loosely until George’s whimpers verge on uncomfortable, then thumbs at the slit to collect a bit of come and brings it to his mouth, sucking it clean. It tastes the same, but sweeter. “Feel better?”

[gallowseyes]

His breathing sounds almost like sobbing, heaving in and out. He's come with another person there before but it's felt secretive andd furtive compared to this. He can't stop staring at his come on Lee's skin.

"I...yes." He flushes a shade darker. "But what about you?"

[atehimrightup]

The question makes Lee smile and bite his lip, staring up at George’s face as he tries to decide how to answer. He looks so eager, so willing, and it makes Lee feel a bit feral.

“You don’t owe me anything,” Lee assures him sincerely, gently tucking George’s cock back into his pants. He’s still mostly hard, which makes sense. He’s a teenager, after all. Fuck, a teenager. It’s not like Lee is all that much older, but at the same time it feels like a lifetime. “I’m glad I could make you feel good.”

George’s gaze dips to the come cooling on Lee’s chest, staring at it like it’s something forbidden, and Lee can’t help but to drag his fingertips through the mess, circling one of his nipples. Their eyes meet as Lee sucks on the tip of his middle finger, eyelashes fluttering.

“Have you ever tasted yourself?”