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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"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.

Connor's face goes blank for a moment and then he grins.

"Wow," he says. "You've even got some stuff on there that I've never tried." He tilts his head. "I'd give a shot though."

With someone as hot as Lee, he's be crazy to say no.

Lee's a little worried at first that he's shocked Connor, but then Connor smiles and Lee feels relieved. Relieved and turned on beyond belief.

"Which things haven't you tried?" he asks, completely forgetting about his food in favor of this conversation.

"I've done bondage and blindfolds," said Connor, and suddenly eating is the last thing on his mind.

Lee swallows, and he can’t stop staring at Connor’s face, at his eyes, and he wants him so badly.

“And you’d want to try the other things?” Lee asks, his imagination already going wild with ideas.

"With you?" Connor pretends to think it over. Since arriving in Darrow, the only times that he's felt close to himself have been when he's been naked and fucking. It's the only thing that makes him feel normal.

"Absolutely."

Lee bites his lip, looking at Connor across the table from him. Now’s not the time for all that, but if Connor’s willing, Lee would really like to take him home right now and just get naked with him.

“Do you want to go home with me?” he asks, and he doesn’t really care that they’ve barely eaten their lunch. The things his body wants now have nothing to do with food.

Connor doesn't even pause before he's nodding, shifting his ass in his chair to grab his wallet.

"Let me," he says, grabbing the Waitress and settling the tab, tipping generously.

"I'm all yours," he says.

Lee doesn’t try to stop Connor from paying, though he thinks he’ll have to pay Connor back soon, someway or another. Once they’re settled, they get Connor’s jacket back and head out, walking toward Lee’s building. It’s still the middle of the afternoon, but Lee is hard and shaking, can’t think of anything but getting Connor alone and stripping him naked, taking his time making Connor feel good. He aches everywhere, wanting Connor like he hasn’t wanted someone else in a long time. It could be dangerous, he knows, sleeping with the same guy more than once, but he can’t help himself. He really, really wants this.

It doesn’t take them long to get to Lee’s apartment, and Lee makes a show of taking Connor’s coat and hanging in the closet, but as soon as it’s done, he’s emptying his own pockets and pulling off the layers of running shirts, leaving himself topless as he closes in on Connor. He stops before he gets too close, giving Connor time if he needs it, but his eyes move over Connor’s face, down the length of his neck, then back up, stopping at his mouth.

“Has anyone ever told you, you a magnificent kisser,” Lee says, because he hasn’t been able to stop thinking about Connor’s mouth, about the way Connor tastes, for days.

"Yeah," says Connor, seeing no point in being anything other than transparent right then. His fingers are already working on the buttons of his shirt as he steps in, ducking his head to graze his mouth against Lee's.

"Maybe we can start crossing a few things off that list."

Once Connor moves in, Lee steps to meet him, one hand cupping Connor's jaw and the other moving down to pop the button on Connor's jeans. He leans in and kisses Connor more firmly, his other hand moving to join the one opening Connor's pants so he can pull down the zipper.

"Where do you want to start?" Lee asks between kisses.

Connor hadn't lied when he said he switches but there's something about Lee, about how capable and experienced he seems to be, that tells Connor that it's okay to give in, a little bit, to the part of him that wants to lie back and let things happen to him for a while.

His hands drop to the waistband of his jeans, shoving them down, leaving him standing there in his black cotton boxer briefs.

"Hey, man," he says, grinning. "It's your list."

Connor's not wrong, though Lee's not exactly prepared to do some of those things on his list immediately without any mental preparation. He's not sure if Connor would mind doing some of the things he's done already, but both of those items are the safer places to start. He takes a step back, toeing off his shoes and then working his pants and underwear off, leaving him naked in his living room with Connor for the second time in about a week. He's not usually the type to have sex with the same person multiple times, but this is starting to be a habit he feels like he could get used to.

"I'm going to tie you to my bed," he finally says decisively, giving Connor a look that says he can refuse, but that Lee hopes he won't.

Connor runs his thumbs under the waistband of his underwear but stops just short of taking them off, just yet. He smirks at Lee, both eyebrows raised, head tilted so his hair tumbles across his forehead. It's deliberately boyish.

"You want to blindfold me too?" He asks. "Ever try spanking?"

"I can blindfold you too," Lee replies, and he doesn't even pretend this isn't affecting him, his cock well on the way to fully hard, his eyes roaming Connor's body and admiring every inch. "Do you want me to spank you?" he asks, licking his lips. "I haven't tried it, but I want to."

Connor's eyes trail down Lee's body, from his face to his cock, and Lee bites his lip over a broader smirk. He steps in, fingers grazing along the length of Lee's cock.

"Spanking wasn't on the list," he teases.

"The list is constantly expanding," Lee replies, his voice breaking a bit when Connor touches him. He reaches out with one hand and catches the one still hanging at Connor's side, his fingers wrapping around Connor's wrist and squeezing, just a little rough and a bit possessive. "Do you want me to tie you face down?" he asks, his voice low and rough. "So I can spank your ass before I fuck it?"

Connor lets out a slightly shivery breath at the pressure around his wrist. He's not going to play too much of a pushover - he feels like Lee wouldn't be into that anyway.

"Depends how much you want to be able to move me around," he points out.