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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]

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?”

[gallowseyes]

Still flushed, breathing hard, distractingly turned on, George watches, wide eyed, as Lee sucks come from his finger.

He shakes his head.

"I've been tempted, but...No. Never."

[atehimrightup]

“There’s something to be said for giving into temptation,” Lee muses, dragging the tip of his index finger through the mess again almost distractedly, too busy staring at George’s mouth. It’s so obscene that it borders on absurd, and Lee can’t look away.

He feels like he’s in a daze and before he can even think of any reason why he shouldn’t, he lifts his hand and glides his fingertip across George’s bottom lip, painting it with his own come.

“Fuck,” Lee breathes out as he pulls his hand away, cheeks flushed as he swallows hard. “You’re so beautiful.”

[gallowseyes]

For a moment, his own come smeared on his lip, George freezes, unsure what to do. It's so far beyond the realm of any possible experience.

And then he licks his lip, tastes his.self, surges forward to kiss Lee on the mouth.

[atehimrightup]

There’s a brief moment where George goes still and Lee worries that he’s pushed too far, that he’s made George uncomfortable, and just the thought makes him want to fling himself out of a window.

But then George is kissing him, boyish and eager, and Lee can’t help the pleased rumble of a chuckle that he gets out between their lips. He’s not going to push George away. He’s not strong enough and if this is what George wants, if he’s the one initiating it of his own free will, Lee doesn’t really see a reason to stop it. At least none strong enough to distract him from the eager boy writhing in his lap.

George is going to be shown all of this one way or another. Wouldn’t it be better if it was by someone who loves him? No one has ever loved George like Lee does, not even his own blood. He’s certain of that.

Lee puts a hand on the back of George’s neck and kisses him back, licking into his mouth and sucking on his lower lip, clearing away the last traces of his come. “You taste so good.” He bites gently at George’s chin, kisses along his jaw until he reaches the sensitive spot on George’s neck. “You’re so fucking perfect.”

[gallowseyes]

He almost comes again, right there and then, when he feels the edges of Lee's teeth. He's had kisses, but never like this. He wraps his arms around Lee's neck, eager to kiss him again.

"I've never been told that," he says. "That I'm perfect."
The closest he's heard is what his mother said: that if she looked like him, she'd rule the fucking world.

[atehimrightup]

George shudders at that light scrape of his teeth and Lee smiles to himself as he sees a shadow of the man he'll become. He thinks of all the things he could show him, all the things that Lee could be the one to introduce him to, and his aching cock twitches where it's nestled against George's pert ass, wetness spreading across the thin fabric.

"I mean it," Lee gasps out, kissing George on the mouth a little more firmly and dropping a hand to the tent in his thin pants, wrapping his hand around George's cock through the silk. "Fuck, you're still so hard."

Lee busies himself with kissing George, licking into his mouth while stroking him through the soft silk, but his chest aches with need. His mouth waters. "Did that girl ever suck you off?"