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 licks his lips, and he can see Connor's pupils dilate a fraction, and he knows Connor remembers their night together better than Lee hoped he would.

"I should probably give you my number," he says, knowing that he has Connor's but not sure he'll pull the trigger on setting up a booty call himself. He pulls his own phone out, scrolls to Connor's number and types a quick text message. It's a little cheesy, but the text reads, 'If you ever find yourself wishing you had more French in you...'

The text comes through and Connor huffs a laugh through his nose as he glances at his phone screen.

"So," he says, leaning back in his chair, beer paused on the way to his lips. "What do you want to know?"

Now that Connor's asking, Lee's drawing a blank. He knows Connor said he could ask anything, but there are definitely some topics Lee is going to avoid as much as he can.

"When did you know you were gay?" he asks finally. It's a softball, but it might be a good place to start for additional conversations.

"I think I've always known," he says, smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. It's an easy conversation to have - one he's had a hundred times. "Lost my virginity when I was fourteen."

"Me too," Lee replies. "I've always known, I mean. I didn't lose my virginity until I was almost eighteen. But I'm a gold star gay. I've only kissed a girl once, and she was my best friend in high school," he tells Connor. "And then only because she told me I should try it to make sure I didn't like it," he adds with a laugh.

"I'm guessing you didn't like it?" he says, smirking against the lip of his bottle before he takes another sip. "I...went to an all boy's boarding school in Connecticut. So...you can imagine what that was like."

"No," Lee replies with a laugh. "I mean, it was fine, but it was like kissing a friend I had no interest in having sex with," he adds. Then, when Connor describes his boarding school, Lee makes a low sound of appreciation. "God, that sounds like a great place to explore your sexuality. I actually fooled around a lot with a friend of mine in school before I had sex, and then I ended up losing my virginity to a stranger on spring break, like a complete cliche."

"I've never kissed a girl," says Connor, smirking, dipping his head a little. "I pretty much worked my way through every hot guy within three grades of me at school and then I moved onto my physics tutor."

So older men have always worked for him

Lee can understand why Connor's physics tutor would have been interested. Connor's not really young, but he's a lot younger than Lee is, he's sure. But he's got a look about him, like he knows what he wants, and doesn't let things like age get in the way.

"Why were there never guys like you at school when I was there?" he asks rhetorically. "I didn't really get into a groove in my sex life until after my first serious boyfriend. I was trying really hard to buck the trend and be monogamous. It even worked for a while."

Connor doesn't want to talk about monogamy. He doesn't want to think about how hard he did try to make it work. How hard he worked to be good.

"What's something you've always wanted to try but never got the chance?" he asks, hoping to swerve the conversation onto a completely different track.

"Do you mean sexually?" Lee asks, taking a drink of his beer, "or in general?"

Connor's eyebrow twitches.

"Whichever."

"Hm," Lee hums, needing to think about it. "I guess generally I'd liked to have lived in Paris. I've been, but only for a couple of weeks." He pauses, considering again.

"Sexually, I've never been in a three way," he says with a smirk. "That could be fun."

"They are," he says, lifting his bottle out of the way when the girl arrives with their food. "Fun, I mean." He smiles as innocently as he can muster, setting his bottle down. "My sister studied in Paris for a year. Loved it."

"God, I wish I could go to Paris again," Lee says, picking up his fork. "Maybe I could have a threesome there, knock two things off my bucket list," he adds with a laugh.

"What about you?" he asked Connor.

Connor smirks.

"In life? Not a whole lot I haven't at least tried once in sex, if I'm honest."

Lee laughs, but he doesn't doubt it's true. "What's your favorite thing to do then?" he asks. "Sex wise."

"Depends who I'm with," admits Connor, not a flicker of embarrassment about having this conversation in the middle of a restaurant. "There's very little I can't get into though, depending on context."

"Are you switch?" Lee asks, though he's pretty sure he knows the answer. "Also is it bad that this is turning me on?" he wonders, dropping his voice a fraction.

"Yes," says Connor, pausing with his fork halfway to his mouth. "And no, I don't think it is."

"Yeah, me too," Lee replies, not sure if Connor knew that from before.

"You know what I'd really like?" he says a moment later. "A two day sex vacation. Just, be somewhere with a good looking guy and have as much sex as possible for two days straight."

"Interesting to know," says Connor and, yeah, he definitely files that away for later. He listens to Lee's idea while he chews his food, mulling over the idea. "That does sound good. I've done twenty-four hours in a hotel room, but never a couple of days."

"I've done about twelve hours," Lee offers. "There's a bunch of things I'd love to try and if I could meet a guy who wants to just lock himself away with me for a couple days and do everything, that would be incredible."

"Threesomes," says Connor, holding up one finger. "Go on. What else?"

Lee's never been this honest with anyone about his sexual desires, but he feels like Connor won't judge him. Even if Connor does, what does he have to lose?

"Light bondage," Lee says. "Blindfolding, minor blood play, water sports, rape fantasy, DP," he lists. "I mean, those are just ideas," he adds, hoping he hasn't gone too far.