PSL - Chance Encounter

[lee_fallon]

Lee's been in Darrow now about a week and a half, and he's been to every bar in the city limits, met all of the owners, and offered to tailor each of their wine lists. He wasn't getting paid for any of this, but based on the amount of money in his bank account, his monthly stipend, and the cost of rent, he didn't really need money to get by day to day. And he certainly didn't need to save up for anything.

He still hasn't bothered to see a doctor. He feels like he probably should, just so someone in the city (besides his dear friend Susan) knows what was going on with him. But he'll get to that later.

Today he's out for a run. His running shoes arrived in the mail yesterday, and he's been itching to get his pulse up. He never feels as alive as he does when he's out on the street, feet pounding against the pavement, sweating freely, breathing hard. Sex is a very close second, but nothing beats the adrenaline rush of a good, hard sprint.

He doesn't have a route yet, just sort of turning left and right at intersections with no rhyme or reason. He's planning on doing six miles today, using the app on his phone to track his progress; so far he's just over four miles, maintaining something close to an eight minute mile pace, nice and respectable.

But then, turning a corner, he stops, abruptly enough that he nearly stumbles. It's been a few days since he last saw Connor, his last glimpse when Connor slipped out of his apartment. He'd thought about calling a few times, just to check on him, but for some reason Lee had always changed his mind.

Here he is now, walking down the street, late afternoon sun lighting up his face. Lee's thought about him a lot, about what it had been like to be with him, but also worrying about him, all that sorrow filling him up, sending him on a self-destructive path. He looks good, right now, not happy really but not falling into himself like he had been a few nights ago.

He can't make himself say anything, just stands and watches Connor walk his way on the opposite side of the street. He's breathing heavily from running, covered in sweat, and his heart is pounding, but some of that has to do with seeing Connor again. More than he's willing to admit even to himself.

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[lee_fallon]

Lee shivers at Connor’s touch, loving every brush of his fingers, how free Connor feels to put his hands everywhere, nothing off limits. He bites his lip again and shakes his head as much as he can in reply to Connor’s question.

“No,” he says, forcing himself to take a breath.

[goodforonce]

"But you want it?" he asks, squeezing Lee's ass, muscular but not so much that there's not some give against his palm. He reaches between Lee's thighs with his other hand, ghosting his fingers along his cock.

[lee_fallon]

Lee gasps out a moan, every touch so intense now that he can’t see, has been told not to move. His cock twitches, hard already, leaking from the tip, and Lee has to remind himself to inhale again.

“I want it,” he says, breathless, desperate. “Please."

[goodforonce]

The first slap is light, barely more than a tap, placed lightly against the underside of Lee's right ass cheek. Connor steadies him with his other hand on his thigh.

[lee_fallon]

It’s not hard and it doesn’t hurt, but Lee’s body jerks forward at the contact anyway, and he gasps, but not because he’s in pain. He exhales and rocks back into place, offering himself to Connor again. “Yes,” he says, letting Connor know he wants more.

[goodforonce]

Encouraged, Connor lands a more solid slap against Lee's ass, one cheek then the other, pausing to give him a moment to catch his breath between slaps.

[lee_fallon]

It's good, the slight sting of pain that comes with the contact of Connor's hand with Lee's ass. It makes Lee cry out, little broken moans of pleasure, and he's speaking without thinking, whimpering, "Harder, please."

[goodforonce]

"Harder?" echoes Connor, grinning, and then he does slap Lee's ass harder, right across the cleft of his ass, hard enough to leave a perfect handprint across Lee's ass.

[lee_fallon]

Lee cries out more loudly this time, his back arching and his body recoiling. But the echo of pleasure is twice as strong and he sobs on a moan that takes the shape of Connor's name.

[goodforonce]

"What do you say when someone gives you something nice, Lee?" asks Connor, slapping his ass again, a trio of fast, hard slaps.

[lee_fallon]

"God, fuck!" Lee calls out, his body shaking and his cock throbbing between his thighs. "Fuck, thank you, thank you," he gasps, his hands gripping the headboard tight enough his knuckles go white.

[goodforonce]

It's a pretty beautiful reaction, and Connor just focuses on that for a moment, giving Lee one last slap on each side of his ass before he sits back on his heels.

"Now I want you to reach back and spread yourself for me. Show me what's mine right now."

[lee_fallon]

God, it should be humiliating, but it feels so good to be wanted like this, and Lee's not sure he's ever been his hard in his life. He uncoils his fingers from the headboard, shifting one arm back and then the other, still resting on his chest. It's not an easy positions, but he's done enough yoga that he can manage, and he gets a hand on each half of his ass, holding himself wide, whimpering at the thought of Connor seeing him this way.

[goodforonce]

Connor lets him stay like that for a minute before he says anything, before he even moves. It's beautiful - Lee blindfolded and on his knees, holding himself open like that, exposing himself entirely, cock and balls framed between his thighs. Connor makes a soft noise.

"Do you like knowing I'm watching you do this, even if you can't see me?"

[lee_fallon]

Lee sobs again, so turned on he can barely breathe. "Fuck, Connor," he pants, desperate and shaking. "Yes," he moans. "Yes, fuck. I love having your eyes on me, on what you want. I want you to have it, have me, all of me."

[goodforonce]

Connor leans over Lee to grab the lube, squeezing some directly into the cleft of Lee's ass, between spread cheeks.

"Play with yourself for me," he instructs, curling his fingers around his own cock, stroking slowly.

[lee_fallon]

The lube is cold and it shocks Lee a little, but even more shocking is what Connor says. He takes a breath, shifting more onto one shoulder so he can get his hand closer, his shaking fingers running through the lube, spreading the slick. He moans as he rubs himself, his fingers grazing his hole. It feels good, dirty, to be doing this with Connor watching. He whimpers, shivering as he keeps fingering himself as much as he can.

[goodforonce]

"What do you say?" asks Connor, a teasing edge to his voice, the fact that he's smiling when he says it pretty obvious. He bites his lip as he strokes his cock, watches Lee finger his ass.

[lee_fallon]

Lee doesn't understand what Connor wants, and he can't see Connor's face, couldn't even if he wasn't blindfolded. He moves his hand away from himself, letting it rest against the back of his calf. "What do you want me to say?" he asks, his breathing coming hard, head buzzing.

[goodforonce]

"I liked hearing you say thank you before," says Connor, getting back up onto his knees and sliding his own fingers down the slick cleft of Lee's ass, easing the tip of his index finger into his hole. "I really, really like having you like this."

[lee_fallon]

Lee doesn't expect Connor to touch him, and he gasps breathily when Connor's fingers slide down his cleft, one of them breaching his body. Fuck, it's been a while since anyone's touched him like this, and it feels so fucking good.

"Ah, Connor, thank you, thank you," he pants, shaking as he tries to not push back, wanting to wait for Connor to give him what he deserves, once he's earned it. He likes being like this too, open and exposed, giving everything to Connor. He'd stay like this forever if he could.

[goodforonce]

He keeps his touch slow, teasing, focusing on fucking him with that one finger, grinning when Lee thanks him. Lee's beautiful, submitting like this - Connor's done anything quite like this with an older guy and he's finding that he's really, really freaking into it.

"That's better," he says, and he slaps Lee's ass again with his free hand.

[lee_fallon]

The way Connor’s touching him, the easy, slow press of Connor’s finger inside him, makes Lee shake with pleasure. It’s almost a tease, feels so good but makes Lee want more. And then Connor spanks him again, hard, and he moans loudly, his back arching. He feels like he could come like this, if Connor touched him in the right place, but he doesn’t want that, he wants Connor’s dick inside him, wants Connor’s come.

[goodforonce]

Connor presses another finger in alongside the first, slapping Lee's ass again, watching the skin redden.

"You love this," he says, grinning.

[lee_fallon]

“Yes!” Lee cries out, answering Connor’s question but also just letting Connor know how much he likes it. “Fuck, Connor, yes, yes,” he pants, pushing his thighs wider, trembling with pleasure. “I love it, thank you, Connor, please."