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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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."

Lee cries out, intense pleasure ringing through him at the feeling of Connor slamming into him, the words Connor's saying. "Yes, fuck, please," he begs, this hands twisting in the sheets below him. "I want it, I want you to have everything, to take everything."

Connor doesn't say anything else then, focusing on fucking Lee thoroughly, deeply, the only sound in the room their breathing and the slap of skin on skin until he pulls out.

"Get on your back."

Lee cries out when Connor pulls completely out of him, panic rising at the thought that Connor might leave him like this. But then Connor’s voice breaks through the fear, and he hesitates before he complies, trying to get his brain to work again after being lost in nothing but pleasure. He feels numb when he moves, pushing to his knees and turning to sit on the mattress before he lays back. He can’t see, so he’s careful about where his body is on the bed, not wanting to hit his head on the headboard or fall off the side, figuring bodily injury might put a damper on the mood.

Lee's awkward, rearranging himself on his back, careful of the blindfold. He waits for Lee to settle and then he pushes his thighs wider apart and slides between them, pressing his cock against Lee's hole again.

Lee groans breathily when Connor pushes his legs apart, and he tips his hips, ready for Connor when he settles between Lee’s thighs again, his cock pressing against Lee but not into him. His legs shake as he tries to not grab Connor and pull him closer, pull him in, to stop himself from feeling empty and aching.

"Hands up over your head, Lee," orders Connor, as he starts to ease his cock back into Lee's ass.

Lee exhales hotly and lifts his arms, finding the rails of the headboard again and hanging on, his head pushed back as he moans at the feeling of Connor’s cock splitting him again, slipping inside.

He looks so beautiful like that, blindfolded and spread out, utterly debauched, cock hard and flushed against his belly. Connor bites his lip, head dropping as he slides his cock all the way in, until he's buried balls deep in Lee's ass.

"Good?"

Lee’s mouth falls open and he groans thickly, pushing his legs wider apart as he feels Connor press all the way inside him. “Fuck, god, yes,” he pants, his hands already gripping the headboard tightly. “God, Connor, you feel so good,” he whimpers, and he doesn’t want to sound pathetic or ridiculous, but being fucked by Connor like this is better than anything he’s ever felt in his life.

Connor bends his head and kisses Lee, hungry and possessive, pressing forward with his tongue as he starts to fuck Lee in earnest.

Lee wants to wrap his arms around Connor, hold him, but he keeps his hands anchored on the headboard, where Connor wants them, and kisses back as well as he can, moaning into Connor’s mouth, Connor’s cock inside him, his mouth on him, everything feeling so good he can barely stand it.

The fact that Lee does as instructed, holds onto the bed, makes Connor grin, sends an electric shiver through his whole body, culminating in his cock. He groans into the kiss, snapping his hips to fuck Lee deep and rough and through. One hand comes up to hold onto the bed.

Connor is fucking him so hard, driving little gasps out of him with each thrust, and Lee feels like he’s about to come apart under it. If he could put a hand on himself now, he could come immediately, but he leaves his arms above his head, groaning into Connor’s mouth.