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 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.

"How much do I need to move you around?" Lee asks, and he's being more harsh than he's generally comfortable with, but it's just playing a part. He lets go of Connor's wrist, moving his hand to Connor's jaw, anchoring before sliding down to wrap lightly around his throat, urging him to take a step backward. "I think I'll fuck you first," he says, crowding Connor again to continue forcing him to walk backward toward Lee's bedroom. "Then we'll see."

Oh, fuck. The very slight pressure around his throat amazing. He lets Lee push him back as much as he wants.

"I don't know," he says, still biting his lips. "Maybe you want the option to have me on my belly or my knees? Or do you want my legs tied apart?"

"I want you on your knees," Lee tells him, knowing Connor is talking about a means of adjustment, but focusing on the idea of fucking Connor that way. "I'm just going to tie your arms," he says. "So the only one that can touch you is me."

At the doorway to Lee's room, Lee presses Connor's back into the door frame, holding him there with his hand still on Connor's throat. "Tell me you want this," he says, and it's rough like the rest of what Lee's been saying, but he wants the truth here, doesn't want to take too much.

"I want it," says Connor, without a moment's hesitation. His cock, pressing against his underwear, tenting the thin fabric, is evidence enough but he can understand why Lee needs to hear him say it. He squirms a little against the doorframe for emphasis. "You can do anything you want to me."

Lee's expression is dark, his eyes on Connor's face, and he thinks about some of the other things he's thought about doing, the things he could take from Connor. One step at a time, he thinks, though he squeezes his hand around Connor's throat just a bit, not enough to choke him, but tight enough to make it difficult for Connor to swallow.

"Go kneel on the bed," Lee tells him, a soft command. "And take your underwear off." He licks his lips, holding Connor's gaze for a moment longer before he lets him go.

Connor swallows, just to feel the press of Lee's fingers against his adam's apple and then bites his lip, his eyelashes fluttering slightly. When Lee lets him go, Connor nods, just slightly, and then steps away, fingers pushing under the waistband of his underwear, shoving them down long, tanned thighs. He gets up on the bed on his knees, glancing back over his shoulder at Lee.

Connor looks so good all the time, but seeing him do this, what Lee says, without complaint or comment sends a shiver through Lee. There's a part of Lee that wants to be tender too, and he knows he might not ever get the chance for that, but this is better, this is good, he wants this.

He hasn't been here long and he doesn't have much in the way of resources, so he gets the spare set of shoe laces from his new running shoes and sets them on the bed. He climbs up himself, kneeling behind Connor for a moment, wrapping his hands around Connor's waist and pressing his front to Connor's back, letting Connor feel his cock against him, hot and hard. He brushes one hand down Connor's belly, wraps a loose hand around Connor's dick, and strokes him a couple of times gently.

A couple of hours ago, if you'd asked Connor how he was spending his afternoon, this wouldn't have been what he'd said, but his is pretty incredible, all the same. He presses his ass back against Lee, biting his lip at the feel of Lee's cock sliding against him and then lets his head fall forward at the touch of Lee's fingers along his cock.

"Thank you, Sir," he says, smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

Lee's a little overwhelmed by a wave of arousal that breaks over him when Connor calls him 'sir.' He's never felt like he wanted to be dominant like this, but it feels good, powerful, but not in a way that scares him. Connor's submitting to him, and Lee wouldn't want this if Connor didn't.

He drops a kiss to the side of Connor's neck, then his shoulder, stroking him a few more times before he lets him go. "Bend over," he commands gently. "Rest your face against the bed, and stretch your arms toward the corners of the mattress."

It takes him a moment to get the posture right. He has to shift his weight on his knees a little to be able to get his cheek pressed to the blanket, both arms stretched out. He's going to feel it in his shoulders, he's aware of that, but it's not more than he'll be able to take. He keeps his thighs pressed together, for now, until he's instructed otherwise. The kiss, the touches, their so gentle, and, already, his brain is going clean and blank.

Lee presses his palm to Connor's lower back, comforting and strong, thanking Connor for doing what he's been asking, praising him silently. He dips his head to press a kiss there as well, right on Connor's tailbone, but then he gets up, moving to the side of the bed. He loops one of the shoelaces around Connor's right wrist, tugging it carefully until it's close enough he can tie the cord to the headboard. He kisses Connor's wrist once he's done, moves to the other side of the bed and does the other the same way, tenderly and carefully, kissing him once he's done.

"If those start to hurt, please tell me," Lee instructs, and this is fully him using his usual tone of voice. He won't let Connor get hurt doing this.

If he knew nothing else about Lee - and, he reminds himself, he doesn't know much - those gentle, reassuring touches, the kisses to his skin, would tell him a lot. Connor's been in this situation before with people he instinctively trusts less; he knows he's going to be safe with Lee. He tests the bindings, tugging them lightly, flexing his fingers.

"Yes, Sir."

The way Connor calls him that sends another little shiver through Lee, and he knows Connor will tell him, that he doesn't have to worry about Connor letting it too until it doesn't feel good anymore. Going to his bedside table, Lee gets the lube and a condom, then climbs onto the bed behind Connor.

Connor looks amazing like this, bound to Lee's bed, bent and waiting. "Push your knees apart," Lee tells him, his voice still kind but directing him.

It's sort of clumsy, without his hands to settle him but Connor shuffles his knees apart so that his thighs are spread, his back arched, framing his balls and hard cock between them. He swallows, biting his lip.

"Like what you see?"

Lee has to close his eyes to the wave of arousal that crests over him when Connor opens himself, Lee able to see his genitals hanging there invitingly, his hole exposed.

"Yes," Lee breathes, swallowing hard. His instinct is to get his mouth on all of it, bite at Connor's ass and lick him all over, but he doesn't want to make Connor stay in this position too long, so he has to get to business. Popping the cap on the lube, he slicks the first two fingers of his right hand, then sets the tube aside. He rubs his fingertips over Connor's asshole in a little circle, loving how it feels when it clenches with his touch.