lee_fallon | AU - Clichéd Bar Meeting

Lee doesn't really mope these days, mostly because life is short and there are much better things he could be doing with his time. But, if he's honest with himself, he is feeling a little down. He's spent a lot of his life alone, and he's gotten used to it, but since he's been in Darrow and has been spending so much time with Connor, he's started to almost expect to have someone to share things with, even if the sharing is largely just sex.

He knows that he and Connor aren't exclusive, and it's better that way for everyone considered. Still, Lee's pretty sure he's not going to get another chance at a New Years Eve kiss, and even though Connor doesn't know that, there's a part of Lee that hates the idea that Connor found and went home with someone else that night. Especially after the sweet little make out session they had earlier in the evening.

So Lee's here to try and disabuse himself of the notion that he's in some kind of a relationship with Connor, because he's not. Back before he came here he'd go out to bars for hookups all the time, and it's about time he did that again. He needs someone else's hands on him, someone else's mouth and someone else's dick. And, in Darrow, this is the place to find it.

Walking up to the bar, he briefly notices someone he recognizes, a guy he met the first time he was in this bar, albeit briefly, when he danced with him and his boyfriend. Lee orders a gin and tonic, and even though he knows this guy is off limits, he turns to him once he has his drink in hand.

"Hey," Lee says, catching the guy's attention. "How are you?" he asks, keeping it simple, not wanting to intrude if the guy's waiting for his boyfriend to join him, or wanting to be alone.

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It wasn't often Lee was this close to someone when they came without being inside them or having them inside him, and he reveled in the clarity of his own attention, not distracted by his orgasm, either fighting it off or surrendering to it. He could feel the way Kavinsky's thighs and abdomen clenched as his body rushed toward completion, his heart racing in his chest, and Lee held his breath when he heard the catch in Kavinsky's, the lowly uttered curse. Lee shifted away enough that he could see Kavinsky push his head back, watch the way pleasure twisted his features into something wild and beautiful. He felt every pulse of Kavinsky's cock in his hand, swelling and twitching with each burst of come that shot from him, and he milked it from Kavinsky when he began to subside, pulling it out just to the brink of too much before he carefully unwound his fingers.

Kavinsky's eyes were wet, but Lee knew not to worry; he knew, even from their short time together, that Kavinsky was reactive and emotional, that everything ran just below the surface, that being able to come apart in Lee's hands, under his touch, made Kavinsky feel wanted and loved. In this moment Lee felt that way himself, desired and cherished, especially when Kavinsky arched to catch his mouth again, kissing him warmly and deeply, not ready for their connection to end.

"Thank you, baby," Lee replied, his lips brushing back and forth across Kavinsky's mouth. Again he wished he had another name to call this man, something more intimate than his surname, something sweet and meaningful. He knew this night was drawing to a close and he was surprising unready for it to end, wanting to keep Kavinsky here, maybe take him to the shower then back to bed to sleep. It wasn't love, not in the romantic sense, but it was something close, a deep fondness, and Lee found himself selfishly wishing for things he couldn't have, that he shouldn't ask for.

Kavinsky took a moment to catch his breath, though when he did, he found himself letting out a sort of pathetic, self-deprecating chuckle. He cupped Lee's cheek for a moment, tracing his thumb against his cheek, then against his lower lip, before he hummed softly.

"Would it be cool if I stayed the night?" He cleared his throat softly. The last person he'd asked after sex like this, after going home like this, had been Connor, and he knew what was expected of him in the morning. He smiled softly. "I don't have work in the morning, so."

It was forward of him, probably. He knew, ultimately, that this had been about the sex, about this moment and not anything else. But Lee seemed a genuine enough guy, decent enough. The booze had warn off, for the most part, and it would be nice to curl up next to someone tonight, even if only for tonight.

Lee didn't say anything right away, but he knew what he was feeling was written all over his face, unable to keep the gratefulness from his expression. He nodded softly, the gesture more felt than seen, Kavinsky's hand still on Lee's face, their eyes dark and warm, gazes locked.

"Do you want a shower before we sleep?" Lee asked softly, and he wasn't asking because he needed Kavinsky to clean himself before he got beneath the sheets, but he wanted Kavinsky to know he had the option if he wanted it. He leaned in and kissed Kavinsky's mouth before he could answer, slow and warming and lingering before he drew away again.

"Or we can wait until morning," he added, and he didn't have any expectations, hadn't since they'd met, nor did he feel any entitlement. But there was nothing he could think of that he wanted more than to wake up with this beautiful boy beside him and get another chance to touch and feel and taste him. "I don't have anywhere to be tomorrow myself."

The gentleness--any gentleness, as always, but especially from older men--was foreign. Kavinsky was better at handling it now than he would have been months ago, when he first arrived, but only just. The dullness that followed after orgasm helped. He shivered a little and smiled softly, tucking in close to Lee for a moment.

The kiss lured him toward sprawling out, which he'd planned anyway. He opened his mouth easily, as he had to all of Lee's kisses, sighing gently beneath it.

"Just a towel," he said, and shrugged one shoulder. He didn't need to go and wake himself up with a shower right now. "Just don't want to stick to the sheets in the night, or make a mess of them or whatever."

His expression was soft, gently subdued. He smiled. He was perfectly aware of expectations when young men like him got invited to stay in someone's bed like this, and he had no qualms about it. Lee had been good to him. Lee was still being good to him. He suspected Lee would still be good in the morning, even if he didn't want him to stick around.

Lee nodded at Kavinsky's sensible request, pressing another warm kiss to Kavinsky's lips before he pushed himself out of bed, standing on the carpet. His legs were shaky and his muscles sore in a good way, the sort of pain that came from physical exertion, from a session of excellent fucking. He went into the en suite and though he didn't turn on the light he could still see his reflection reasonably enough that he could see the dark circles under his eyes. The cancer had aged him a little prematurely, his eyes were sunken and his cheeks hollow, and he always found it a little shocking when someone would find him attractive these days.

Sex had improved his pallor; he had color in his cheeks and his lips were kiss bruised, his skin flushed in places where the skin had been abrased enough by Kavinsky's hands to remember the touch. There was a faint mark near the base of his throat that could have been a hickey, maybe, and he took a moment to press his fingers to it, strangely touched by its presence.

Shaking himself from his reverie, Lee ran the water until it was warm and soaked a cloth with it, wiping himself off hastily and rinsing it out before wetting it with fresh water. He turned off the tap and grabbed a towel too, heading back into the bedroom to find Kavinsky still sprawled out on the bed.

Earlier in the night he might have asked before he did it, but after all the hours they'd been together, sharing small parts of themselves in whispers and touches, Lee didn't think Kavinsky would mind if Lee tended to him now. Kneeling on the mattress, Lee gently wiped Kavinsky's belly and his flaccid cock, turning the cloth and making a pass over Kavinsky's balls before he focused on the cleft of Kavinsky's ass. The fact that Lee had feltched him hadn't left a lot in the way of a mess there, but Kavinsky was still sticky with lube, and Lee took care to wipe it away.

When he was done, he passed the towel over Kavinsky's damp skin, drying him so he wouldn't get cold before they could get beneath the blankets. "Do you need to wipe off your hands?" Lee asked gently, turning the washcloth inside out so Kavinsky would have a clean surface to use if he needed it.

Kavinsky didn't really doze, but he drifted. Sex had worked out most of the alcohol from his system, had left him lethargic without being really tired--but, most of the time, he was never really tired. He was boneless and motionless, and there was nothing he could do now.

He couldn't see Lee in the bathroom, not from his angle on the bed, so he stayed mostly still and let his mind drift. He refused to let himself linger on anything too much or too serious. There was nothing to linger on. This had been fun, and he knew, for the most part, the cards to play in order to stay here for at least a little while longer. It was nice, though, and warm, and Lee was good and kind. Kavinsky could deal with that. If it had been a few months ago, a year ago, he might not have been able to.

When Lee came back, Kavinsky roused a little. He shifted easily as he was cleaned, humming tunelessly as the wash cloth moved over his skin. He laughed, softly, as Lee dried him off as well. It wasn't really necessary. When he offered the wash cloth, he took it, wiping off his fingers casually. They were thankfully clean, but sticky from the lube. It could have been worse.

"Thanks."

AU - Clichéd Bar Meeting

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