lee_fallon | PSL - Chance Encounter

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 takes a breath then does as Connor directs, drawing himself up on his knees and forearms, pushing his thighs apart. He doesn't mind being in this position, open and exposed for someone else. In fact he loves it, and he shivers at the way it makes him feel.

He looks beautiful like that, the lean lines of his body on perfect display and Connor just sits back for a moment and appreciates him. He reaches between Lee's spread thighs and fondles his balls, grazes his fingers down the length of his cock.

Lee closes his eyes and sighs, shuddering with restrained pleasure when Connor finally touches him. He wonders if Connor’s repaying the favor from before, the way Lee teased him. Even if he’s not, it feels nice being touched this way, allowed to just take for a minute, to receive attention like this from someone as gorgeous as Connor.

"You're mine, right now, you know that?" says Connor, letting himself get into this, letting himself get lost in it. He squeezes Lee's balls a little, enjoying the feeling of them in the palm of his hand.

Lee’s breath gasps out of him, and he bites his lower lip, squeezing his eyes shut at the surge of desire that rolls through him with Connor’s words. “Yes,” he breathes, tipping his hips to give Connor more room to work. “Completely yours,” he says, his voice low and full of want.

The effect on Lee is immediate and lovely and Connor squeezes his balls again, rolling them against his palm before he takes his hand away entirely. He bends his head, pressing a kiss against Lee's tailbone. "Tell me again."

Lee has to manage his breathing, because he keeps holding his breath, and it’s making him dizzy, Connor’s words and his touch making him lightheaded. Connor’s hands leave him and Lee tells himself not to panic, and then he gets a single kiss, and a sweet demand.

“Completely yours,” Lee repeats, his voice still trembling.

"Good," says Connor, and he kisses down Lee's spine, right to his tailbone, tongue teasing into the top of the cleft of his ass for a moment. his hands are tight on Lee's hips for a second.

"I want to fuck you," he says, letting his mind race for a moment. "I want to blindfold you and spank you and I want to make you come so hard you can't even remember your name."

Lee loves this, being told what’s going to happen rather than asked. And there are things Connor says he’s going to do that Lee’s never done before, which only makes him want them more. He shivers under Connor’s kisses, the way they send pleasure and want zinging up and down his spine, the tease at the top of ass crack so exquisite that it nearly makes Lee laugh.

But he doesn’t have the chance for that, thinking about what Connor’s telling him, needing it suddenly so desperately that if Connor left him now he’d probably cry. He takes a breath, answering, “yes, please yes."

That's a greenlight and Connor grins where Lee can't see him. He gets up off the bed, going back to his things, grabbing a scarf and bringing it back to the bed. Gently, he slips the scarf over Lee's eyes, knotting it behind his head. He settles back on his knees behind him.

"Hands up over your head," he says. "Hold onto the bed-frame."

Lee feels Connor get up, but he doesn’t panic, he just listens, hearing him walk to the living room and the rustling of things, but then he hears Connor cross back into the bedroom, and returns to the bed immediately. He leans in and a moment later there’s fabric being drawn in front of Lee’s eyes and he closes them, holding his head steady as Connor knots it behind his head.

When Connor asks him to move his hands, he swallows, shifting to press his chest and face to the bed, reaching up above himself to grip the headboard in his fists, making him hold on loosely. “Okay?” he asks, unable to make himself call Connor ‘sir’, not there at this moment.

The angle presses Lee's ass higher into the air and Connor bites his lip over a grin. He smooths his hands down over the long muscles of Lee's thighs, under the inside, runs his hands against his ribs.

"Has anyone ever spanked you before?" he asks, settling down onto his knees, rubbing the flat of one palm over the sweet curve of Lee's ass.

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.

"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 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."

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.

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.

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.

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."

"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 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.

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

"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.

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."

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.