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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"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.

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 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."

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.

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.

"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 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.

"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 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.

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.

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.

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

"You love this," he says, grinning.

“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."

A third finger, and he scissors them, stretching Lee's hole, wanting to see how loud he can make him moan.

"Desperate for me to fuck you," he teases, free hand grazing up Lee's back. "Going to let me come inside you, Lee?"

Lee’s breath stutters and he moans, loudly and vividly, sobbing on it. “Yes, I am, please,” he begs, pushing his arms back under his shoulders so he’s ready when (if) Connor fucks him. “Please, I want you in me, I want your come in me, Connor, please, please."

The begging is so pretty that Connor can't resist it anymore. He pulls his fingers out of Lee's ass and squeezes more lube into his palm, slicking his cock. He wraps his fingers around himself, rubbing the head of his cock against Lee's hole, teasing.

"C'mon," he says, smirking. "Beg me. You sound so pretty."

Lee doesn’t panic when Connor pulls his fingers free, knowing what’s about to come. He feels the blunt head of Connor’s dick against him and he shivers, it’s so close, and he wants it inside him so badly it’s making tears come to his eyes.

“Please,” he whimpers, his fingers twisting in the sheets below him. “Please, I need you, fuck. I need you in me, Connor. Please, please."

God, it's beautiful, the way Lee begs. Connor starts to ease his cock into Lee's ass, one slow inch at a time, his hands hard on his hips to hold him in place.

Lee sighs in relief, his back bowing as Connor pushes into him slowly. He likes sex and he’s totally switch, but he’d been at home in New Orleans before he’d gone to Minneapolis (and then came here) and he hasn’t been fucked in months. It feels so fucking good, and he holds himself as still as possible, fighting the urge to shove back into Connor and take him all at once.

"Hold still," instructs Connor, slapping Lee's ass again as he pushes into him until he's buried balls deep. He swallows back a moan. "I want to watch you take it."

Lee grunts when Connor slaps him, then moans, nodding against the bed. "Yes," he whimpers when Connor slides all the way inside, his body clenching down around Connor's cock inside him. "Thank you," he breathes, voice tight with pleasure.

"Imagine if I tied you while I did this," he says, pulling his cock almost all of the way out of Lee's ass before slamming back into him, hands on his hips to pull back. "If you couldn't do anything but kneel there and take it."