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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"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.

Connor fucks him for another stroke or two before he pushes himself up onto his hands, looking down at Lee as he fucks him.

"Stroke yourself," he instructs. "Get yourself off."

Lee groans in relief, taking one hand away from the headboard and wrapping his fingers around his cock. He only has to pump himself twice before he’s coming, shouting as it crashes into him, his body clenching down hard around Connor’s thrusting dick as he shoots all over his heaving chest and belly.

Well, that's just fucking beautiful. Connor watches, rapt for a moment, as Lee comes and then he goes right back to fucking him, just as deep and hard as before.

Lee’s tight now, from coming, and Connor’s fucking him so hard he feels like he’s going to fall apart. It hurts a little, but it feels good too, and Lee lays beneath Connor and watches, seeing his face, watching pleasure and frustration chasing each other across his features.

It doesn't take much longer before Connor's right on the edge of it. He crushes his mouth against Lee's as he comes, his hips snapping and trembling. He makes a sound a lot like a whimper, pressed against Lee's mouth.

It feels so good, the way Connor kisses Lee, the way his body shakes as he comes apart inside, and Lee sobs in pleasure as he remembers that Connor's not wearing a condom, that he has Connor's come inside him. He holds Connor against him, fingers of one hand threaded through Connor's hair, his other hand in the center of Connor's back, savoring how this feels, how good it is.

It's hard, when it's over, to pull away. That, in turn, wrenches at something deep inside Connor, something he doesn't genuinely want to think about. He swallows it down, slips out of Lee and collapses on the other side of the mattress.

"Fuck."

Connor pulls out and that, in and of itself, makes Lee whimper a bit brokenly, the wet feeling of it, empty of Connor's warmth but full of his come, a little jarring.Worse is how far away Connor is, suddenly, and Lee's endorphins and hormones can't keep up. He swallows hard and bites his tongue to keep himself from calling Connor back to him. He takes a breath, reaching out with his hand, just to feel Connor beside him, his fingers bumping against the back of Connor's arm.

Connor lifts his free hand, covering Lee's with his own, squeezing gently. It's all that he can give him right then; he knows it's probably not what Lee wants, but it's all Connor's got, all that he can let him have.

"I'm so fucking glad I ran into you."

Lee's surprised when Connor covers his hand with his own; it's more contact than he figured they'd have after Connor moved away from him.

Then Connor speaks, and Lee can't help laughing. "I'm pretty happy about it myself," he says, still smiling. "This is a lot nicer than whatever else I had going on this afternoon."

"Hell freaking yes," says Connor, flashing his white, expensive grin as he turns his head to look at Lee for a second. "Had a feeling you'd be worth a repeat visit."

Lee laughs again, and he turns his head as well, their eyes meeting between them. "I'm glad we got a chance to do this again," he says, feeling warm and happy in this moment.

"Hey, do you have any plans for Christmas?" he asks suddenly, partly because he doesn't have any himself and he thinks Connor might prefer to not be alone, but also because he really wants to have an idea of when he might get to see Connor again.

The question knocks Connor for a moment - of all the things that he was expecting Lee to say, that wasn't it. He blinks, shakes his head, doesn't pull his hand away.

"Not that I know of," he says. "Trying not to think about how I should be at my sister's or my Nonna's, probably."

Connor's answer only reassures Lee that asking is a good idea, so he goes ahead, saying, "You want to go somewhere with me? I was thinking maybe just get a room in a hotel for a couple nights, take off our clothes when we get there and not put them back on again until we check out."

Connor falls silent for a moment, thinking that over. He might be getting into a situation with Lee, which is something he'd like to avoid - he might be trying to fuck his way into forgetting Oliver, but he doesn't necessarily want that.

But it does sound incredibly tempting.

"Sure," he says. "Fuck it. Why not?"

Connor hesitates for a moment, and Lee thinks maybe it's for the best, if Connor says no. Because once is happenstance, twice is coincidence, and three times, well. Three times is a habit. And while the sex is spectacular, fucking somebody that many times, no matter how hard you try to disconnect, is dangerous from the perspective of developing feelings.

But then Connor agrees, and Lee is filled with relief and gladness. It will be good that neither of them have to be alone over the holiday, thinking too much.

"Great," Lee replies happily. "I'll see what hotels I can find and then let you know."

"I'll bring alcohol," he says, grinning. He stretches until his spine pops, eyelashes fluttering at how fucking good it feels. "Anything else you want me to sneak into my overnight bag?"