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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Kavinsky, Lee thought as he pulled the other man against him, pressing his hands firmly and tenderly against Kavinsky's warm, naked back, was a beautiful conundrum. On the outside, at first glance, he seemed so tough and self assured, almost unapproachable, willing to do anything and having no limits. But here, like this, he was like a terrified child, worried about being cast aside, unwanted, thrown away. He held onto Lee like a lifeline, but with a timidness, like he was ready for Lee to push him away, prepared to walk out without argument.

Lee wanted him to stay. He couldn't keep him for a multitude of reasons, the least of which was, despite what he'd implied before by avoiding Lee's questions, Kavinsky had a boyfriend. Things might have been on the rocks, but if they'd officially broken up Lee was sure Kavinsky would have just said so.

And, of course, Lee, for all intents and purposes, had one foot in the grave. Besides the obvious (and likely immense) age difference, someone as young as Kavinsky should never have to be so intentionally close to death.

So this night was a gift, and Lee was going to cherish it. He kissed Kavinsky back slowly and gently, his hands moving on Kavinsky's back, feeling his soft skin. He wanted to be naked too, so they could feel each other, and he moved his hands to his own fly, making certain to keep up the pressure of the kiss, leaning in and looping his tongue around Kavinsky's, tasting him, learning him. He broke away for a moment once he'd opened his jeans, just long enough to push them and his underwear down, stepping out of them. Then he moved to tug off his shirts, both layers at once, leaving him bare.

He reached for Kavinsky again, pulling him in slowly, pressing their bodies together from knee to chest as he found Kavinsky's mouth once more, kissing him more deeply now, adding just a little heat. Lee's cock, which had flagged a bit in their earlier exchange, began to stiffen again, and he rolled his hips, rubbing himself against Kavinsky's pelvis, letting Kavinsky feel that Lee wanted him.

Kavinsky sighed against Lee's mouth, his lips tingling and raw with the tenderness of it. He opened his eyes when Lee pulled back from him, taking him in, watching him as he moved and stripped naked. Slowly, he ran his fingertips over the thin skin stretched over Lee's ribs, down to his hips. As Lee leaned in to kiss him again, he dragged him in even as he pressed. He didn't squeeze--not scared of bruising, but worried of rushing, of seeming too desperate for the contact--but he held onto him.

As Lee started to gently rock against him, Kavinsky rocked back. He was still soft for the moment, and the touch was overwhelming, overstimulating, but that was half the allure of it, making his eyes roll with the sensation of it. He drew a hand from Lee's hip to his cock, touching him gently.

He was thicker than Kavinsky, longer, and neither of those were surprising to him; most men were, Kavinsky had found, who was so painfully, plainly average in that regard. The warmth of Lee's cock filled out his palm, and Kavinsky groaned into Lee's mouth, stroking him slowly, coaxing. He teased his fingers up to the head, easing the foreskin back deftly and then rubbing the crown with his thumb.

"Do you want to go lay down?" Kavinsky whispered, lips barely moving away from Lee's mouth. He didn't care if they laid down here in the kitchen, or on the couch, or in a bed. But being horizontal sounded far more appealing at the moment.

Kavinsky's touch was masterful, practiced, and Lee groaned into the kiss they shared, moving against Kavinsky's hand in a way that let Kavinsky know how much he liked this, how good it felt. Kavinsky pulled out of the kiss to speak and Lee chased his mouth, nearly cutting off the words in his desire to keep kissing, to keep feeling everything.

"Yes," Lee managed to reply before he sunk deeply into Kavinsky's mouth again, curving his hand around the back of Kavinsky's neck and holding him close. He didn't move for a few more long seconds, their tongues looping, lips catching and dragging, teeth tugging carefully between kisses. Finally, utterly breathless, Lee pulled back and looked darkly into Kavinsky's eyes.

"Come to my bed with me," he offered, and it wasn't a demand, but he desperately hoped Kavinsky would say yes. Lee needed the closeness, the intimacy of being in bed together, of having sex that would mean something, even if only for tonight. "Please," he added softly, revealing a measure of his vulnerability, too worn out to pretend to be something he wasn't.

Kavinsky shivered at the way that Lee sought out his touch, his kiss, his body. He soaked in the attention, feeling desirable, feeling wanted, and it was nice, even if it was only a moment, to remember that he was capable of this. A part of him knew it was only reinforcing the fight he'd had with Newt, but he needed this desperately, this connection with someone that just wanted him, and he would gladly take that, would hold onto it for whatever it was worth, as he'd ever held on to any connection he'd managed back in Henrietta.

He slid his hand into Lee's, slow and gentle, and slid away from the counter. The apartment was intuitive, and so it wasn't hard to find his way to Lee's bedroom. So, once he'd sighted the door, he turned back to Lee, stepping backward, cupping Lee's face and kissing him again.

"I like how you kiss," he said against Lee's mouth. He slid his fingers along the man's jaw, smiled, scraped his teeth gently, but didn't try to coax harshness out of him. Lee didn't seem like a hard man. That was difficult for Kavinsky to manage, in the moment, but not having limits went a lot of ways; just because he wasn't used to gentleness didn't mean it was off the table.

Before he released, his knees were back against the bed. He tottered, but didn't fall, balancing on the edge as he kept kissing Lee.

There was something sweet and sexy about the way Kavinsky lead Lee to his own bed, first by the hand and then pulling him as they kissed, their mouths working as they stepped together carefully. This was the sort of thing Lee loved, being with someone who didn't want to stop kissing him or touching him, who didn't mind Lee feeling the same way. The kisses they were sharing were so dynamic, hard and soft, fast and slow, shallow and deep, moving from one thing to another constantly. It made Lee want to keep doing it forever, and he barely let Kavinsky move away to speak.

"I like how you kiss too," Lee replied in a low whisper, his lips brushing Kavinsky's before he sealed Kavinsky's mouth in with his own again. Standing near the bed, Lee wrapped his arms around Kavinsky's middle and held him tightly, their mouths still meeting and coming apart, tongues twisting together, lips catching and sucking. After a moment Lee pulled back a fraction, releasing Kavinsky from his arms but keeping his hands on Kavinsky's hips.

"Lay down," he said softly, not an order, but nearly a soft demand, reaching up to brush his hand over the curve of Kavinsky's cheek.

Kavinsky lingered, for a moment, in the warmth of Lee's touch, the closeness of his breath against his mouth. Then, at the note of need in his voice, he sat down on the edge of the bed and started to move back. He wanted, so badly, to lay there on the edge of the bed and put his mouth to work, slowly worship the weight of Lee's cock against his lips and tongue and down his throat. He knew he only had to ask, and Lee would probably let him.

Slowly, he laid back in the middle of Lee's bed. He draped a little, a coaxing, wanton finger, watching Lee quietly, softly. Sniggering a little, he cast his arms over his head and mumbled, "Draw me like one of your French girls."

His quiet little giggles soon overtook him, until he had to turn his face into the pillow for a moment to smother them, his shoulders shaking with the suppression. Even so, it didn't stop the little shivers of anticipation running up his legs and stomach, the slow way his cock was building back toward arousal thanks to teenage libido.

Lee watched Kavinsky lay out on his bed, stretching out and lolling a bit, all long, wiry limbs and boyish smiles. When he makes his joke, Lee's caught by surprise, laughing genuinely, the feeling of it so good that if he wasn't already grateful for everything Kavinsky had offered him tonight, he would absolutely owe Kavinsky for this on its own. He bit his lip as he watched Kavinsky giggle, so sweet and sexy, naked and laughing in Lee's bed. It made Lee wish he had the option to fall in love with him, because he was everything Lee had ever wanted.

It was a line of thinking that was dangerous, so Lee shook it off quickly, but allowed himself to continue to admire how beautiful Kavinsky was, lost to his levity.

Lee moved to sit on the bed by Kavinsky's side, reaching out with a gentle hand to urge Kavinsky to roll onto his back. Once Kavinsky was laid back out, open and loose, Lee shifted to lay down, first beside him and then tipping so their bodies overlapped, one of Lee's legs slotting between Kavinsky's. He cupped the side of Kavinsky's face, stroking his cheek as he lowered his mouth to Kavinsky's again, kissing him sweetly and softly, starting slowly, working Kavinsky's lips apart with his tongue before dipping it inside, meeting Kavinsky's with a gentle brush.

Kavinsky rolled willingly, spreading out for Lee. He arched a little when Lee draped against him, pressed himself up against the warmth and weight of his body. He sighed against Lee's kiss, opening gracefully to the coaxing of his tongue and pressing into it with a careful, needy deliberation.

He wrapped a hand against the back of Lee's neck, trailing the other down Lee's neck and chest slowly. He traced the fragile arch of his collarbone, down his sternum, across to his nipple. He circled with the flat, dull edge of his nail and then trailed his fingertips down Lee's ribs.

For all he didn't want to give up Lee's mouth, he also desperately wanted to taste him the way that Lee had tasted him. He sighed into the kiss softly, scraping his teeth gently, pulling away for just a moment.

"Can I suck you?" His voice came out a plea, a desperation. He hadn't meant for it to sound like that, but he realized, as he said it, that he wanted that almost more than he wanted to be fucked, and he shivered. He kissed Lee again, brief, hard but close-mouthed. "Can I suck you, please?"

Lee gasped into Kavinsky's mouth as Kavinsky's touch moved down his body, light drags of fingertips that caused him to shiver, goosebumps rising on his arms, cock surging with the pulse of the blood in his veins. It was difficult to keep up the kisses after a while, Lee's chaotic breathing making him break the contact often, so when Kavinsky pulled away, he drew in deep breaths gratefully.

The desperate pitch to Kavinsky's voice only made Lee more breathless and he shuddered under the weight of Kavinsky's desire. Maybe it was just the need to suck a dick and Lee's was the one that was available at the moment, but Lee's body didn't care, the dick in question throbbing hard at the mere idea of Kavinsky's mouth around it.

The next kiss was part of the plea, and the 'please' at the end only showed just how much Kavinsky wanted this, needed it. Lee didn't have it in him to deny this beautiful boy anything, and the sweet, vulnerable begging only reinforced Lee's desire to say yes.

"Fuck, yes, you can, you can," Lee replied, pulling back to meet Kavinsky's gaze. "Please, I want you to," he added, his genuine desire plain in his eyes.

Kavinsky kept up the kisses for a moment, slow and soft, before he gently rolled Lee over onto his back. He pressed a last kiss to his mouth for the moment, then began the slow track down his body. There were places all over Lee's body that Kavinsky lingered to kiss, places that his fingers had lingered to touch, but his ultimate goal was further down, down, down, and so Kavinsky moved his mouth down, down, down.

He lingered at the V of Lee's stomach, just below his navel, where the slightly course hairs from his pelvis trailed up in a dark line, coaxing him down. He kissed on either side of it, his fingers massaging Lee's inner thighs. Kavinsky didn't think he'd ever gone so slowly on giving someone head before, ever explored them so thoroughly. It seemed the right way to do it, after the way that Lee had so thoroughly explored him as well. He bypassed his cock briefly, sucking at his balls, working slowly across one, then the other, and then making a good show at both of them.

When he'd finished with them and worked his mouth and tongue slowly up Lee's cock. He was not nearly as patient and deliberate as Lee had been, but he was wet and thorough, and when he reached the head, he eased back Lee's foreskin and laved at him, moaning rapturously, before he sucked at it a moment. He worked slowly, not wanting to rush down, though he knew he could. Half the fun of the deep throat, after all, was the remarkable nature of it.

The path Kavinsky took down Lee's body lit up with heat as Kavinsky moved, each kiss causing warmth to bloom, Lee feeling utterly worshipped and entirely desired. He didn't know how much had to do with him, if Kavinsky was treating him to all those sweet, lingering touches because Kavinsky desired him or because Kavinsky desired the touch regardless of the body beneath him, but Lee allowed himself to believe there was meaning there between them, if only for one night.

Kavinsky's touch, if nothing else, was very arousing. He was light with his fingers as he brushed the insides of Lee's thighs, his lips gently teasing Lee's balls, his scrotum shifting under the attention, cock aching with anticipation in the best way. Kavinsky's mouth moved over him deliberately, slowly, and Lee couldn't help the way it made him whimper, the way his thighs fell apart to give Kavinsky more room to move, to taste and feel.

Even better than all of that, however, was the sound that came out of Kavinsky when he finally took the tip of Lee's cock into his mouth, his tongue anointing the sensitive skin one he'd revealed it, lips closing around it and mouth sucking, not gently but not too hard, either. Lee groaned softly as Kavinsky's mouth worked over him, his thighs bunching as he fought the urge to push up into the wet heat of Kavinsky's eager mouth, wanting Kavinsky to set the pace, to take Lee as slowly or quickly as he desired. Reaching down, Lee threaded the fingers of one hand into Kavinsky's hair, fingertips stroking Kavinsky's scalp in encouragement, not wanting to speak and spoil the moment.

Kavinsky could feel the tension in Lee's thighs and hips. He worked gently over him for a moment more, slow, almost teasing, relishing that tension and the way that Lee was deliberately holding back for him. Then, with a slick, wet noise, he pulled himself off. He stroked Lee slowly, half teasing, smiling up at him.

"You don't have to hold back," he said, soothing his hands across Lee's hips, across the tops of his thighs. He pressed his fingers into his skin, then the edge of his nails, scratching gently, his smile turning into a bit of a smirk.

Without another word, he brought his mouth back down. He didn't seal his lips around Lee this time, keeping them gently parted, his jaw loose and wide, as he started to bob his head, working himself down. He swallowed, careful and deliberate, as the head hit the back of his throat, and relaxed, letting himself make a series of filthy, obscene sounds as he drooled in the process of taking Lee's cock all the way into his mouth and down the back of his throat.

Lee wasn't surprised when Kavinsky told him he could move, not with the way they'd spoken before they'd come here, the rough edge to Kavinsky's words. Still, Lee wasn't in the habit of taking without asking, and just as he'd expected, Kavinsky had let him know what was acceptable, what he wanted.

When Kavinsky moved back down, however, Lee didn't have too much chance to buck up into the movements of Kavinsky's mouth, pinned in this instance by the way Kavinsky pushed down, the sharp little intakes of his breath and the pornographic sounds that came from his chest. Lee had been getting blowjobs from gay men for nearly twenty years, so this was far from the first time he'd ever been deepthroated, but it had been quite a while since he'd been taken so beautifully.

Kavinsky was a masterful practitioner of oral sex, and Lee was coming apart in the onslaught. He was hardly in control of his body anymore, his hips moving of their own accord, one hand fisted tightly in Kavinsky's hair, the other in the bedclothes beside him. The noises that came from his throat were strangled, desperate, his head pressed back into the mattress, eyes squeezed shut. It wouldn't be long now, and Lee gasped as he fought to breathe, utterly overwhelmed.

Kavinsky purred around Lee, around the way that he filled up his senses completely like this, smell and taste and sound. He pulled back a bit, not because he needed it so much as because he was enjoying this sweet slowness that he did not often take.

He wrapped his fingers around the base of Lee's cock, working him slowly as he bobbed his head up and down. He sealed his lips around him, sucked, pressed his tongue flat against the underside of his cock and moaned around the weight of him in his mouth. If he could have, he would have told Lee how good he tasted, just like this; all he could do, with his mouth full, was show him, was keep going.

The tension of Lee's fingers in his hair only egged him on. From time to time, he'd flatten his hand back out, sink his head back down completely and swallow him all the way down, throat rhythmic and needy in the way that he worked. But he'd always pull back, happy and content to edge Lee like this until Lee told him otherwise.

Kavinsky was incredible at this, like he'd made sucking cock a personal hobby, dedicated to the study of exactly the right way to keep a blowjob going for just long enough to drive the lucky recipient out of his mind. Lee was sobbing, caught in roiling surges of pleasure like waves tossing through a tide pool, his fingers catching and tugging at Kavinsky's hair, barely holding on to his reality.

The way it washed out Lee's brain was exquisite. All Lee could think of was the heat of Kavinsky's mouth, the tension of his lips, the agility of his tongue, and the incredible clench of Kavinsky's throat around him when he took Lee impossibly deep. Lee bucked upward, trembling, keening, completely unable to say Kavinsky's name, too many syllables, just chanting Kav, Kav, Kav like it was the only word he knew.

After what felt like forever, Lee's face sticky with sweat, tears collecting and rolling over his temples into his hair, Lee couldn't take anymore, and he gasped, begging please please fucking please, his head thrashing on the bed beneath him, heels dug into the mattress. If he didn't come now he was going to fall completely apart, he was sure of it, his voice rising, begging desperately, his sanity teetering precariously.

Kavinsky could feel the telltale twitch of Lee's cock in his mouth, the swell and heat culminating toward his orgasm, and that, on top of his needy, pleading voice, had him moaning with need and desire. He pulled his mouth back, just a touch, just enough that when Lee came, he could taste it, feel it against his tongue and coating the back of his throat before he swallowed it down.

He could look up, just a touch, to watch Lee's body as he quivered against the bed. Slowly, he ran his hands up his legs, up his stomach and ribs, to grip him as he sucked, intent and emboldened, wanting it badly now.

The way Kavinsky let up was perfect, giving Lee room and permission to let go, and all Lee had to do was close his eyes, push his head back, and take a breath and he was coming, the hand caught in Kavinsky's hair gripping tightly as his body bucked and trembled, his cock pulsing and shooting into Kavinsky's mouth. It went on a lot longer than it had any right to, as keyed up as Lee was, and Lee was panting once it had finished working its way through him, his body trembling in aftershocks.

"God, fuck, okay," he breathed, forcing his fingers to unwind from Kavinsky's hair. "Could you..." he said, his hand finding Kavinsky's shoulder and sort of tugging weakly, wanting Kavinsky to move up the bed, to bring his face closer so Lee could see him, could kiss him again.

Kavinsky rested his head against Lee's hip for a moment, even after Lee had requested that he move up. It wasn't that he didn't want to. He did. But he needed a moment to catch his breath, to make sure his lips were clean, to make sure he wasn't tear streaked or actively crying for the want to be held, to be wanted, to be needed for more than just this.

When he'd pulled himself together, he slid up Lee's body, long and lanky and rangy. He tangled up against him, tucking in, until his lips were close to Lee's mouth and their hips were gently pressed together. Everything felt over stimulated and over sensitive, but he couldn't do anything about that.

"Like this?"

Lee nodded softly, and he touched Kavinsky's cheek with his palm softly, stroking over the skin gently with his fingertips. Lee had hooked up with lots of different men in his life, had gotten good at having sex with no strings attached. Maybe it was because he was starting to have feelings for someone again for the first time in years, but this didn't feel like a random fuck to him, and not only because they hadn't actually had sex. He couldn't help the tenderness he felt, the desire to be close to this other man he'd only just met. He knew they wouldn't leave here as lovers or boyfriends, and maybe not even as friends, but in this moment Lee cared for Kavinsky, and he didn't want to refrain from showing it.

Gently, he leaned in and kissed Kavinsky's mouth, warm and slow, his hand moving to stroke the back of Kavinsky's neck. There was no desperation now, and they kissed without agenda, just the meeting of lips and tongues, giving pleasure and making a connection. Lee felt like he could do this all night, that maybe they could kiss each other to sleep, and he wasn't sure if either of those things were something Kavinsky wanted, but Lee wasn't going to stop until Kavinsky asked him to.

The tenderness tripped dangerously close to too many things Kavinsky had let himself get too familiar with in the past couple of months, things he had ruined as he always tended to. He smiled, as best he could, tilting into the touch, and when Lee kissed him, he opened himself to it willingly.

He felt like they were going to keep doing this, this seesaw of getting off, for a while if given no other directive, and that certainly seemed to defeat the purpose of a hook up. Kavinsky didn't mind not having sex--he'd been taken home for weirder things before--but he found himself sort of laughing at how clumsy he was at kissing, mumbling apologies before he stumbled back into the kiss once again.

"There anything I can do?" He was hard, but not achingly so. Something he knew he could maintain for an extended period of time or that he could easily ignore and let go. The best part of being young was the fragility and abundance of erections; one of the best parts of his own libido was essentially turning it on on a dime.

Lee smiled softly at Kavinsky's question, at how kind and giving it was. The way they'd been, coming here, was completely gone, and Lee couldn't say he minded. But he knew he was on a dead-end road on with this boy, that no matter how long he asked Kavinsky to stay tonight eventually he'd go home (whether or not that was into the arms of his boyfriend), and Lee would never see him again. At least not like this.

"Do you want to stay?" Lee asked, his fingers stroking over Kavinsky's cheek and back into his hair, tangling loosely. "I'd love to have sex with you, still," he went on, his eyes moving over Kavinsky's face. "But it's going to take me a little bit to get back on track," he admitted with a soft laugh.

"If you need to go, I won't be offended," he said, smiling again, his tone low but genuine.

"I've got nowhere to be," Kavinsky said. It was only after the words were out that he realized how that sounded, like maybe he wanted an excuse to have somewhere else to be, or that he'd rather have somewhere else to be. He did nothing to correct the words, for a moment. He was enjoying himself, so far, but he also felt like he was proving a point he hadn't thought was necessary to prove, a point that was all Virginia and not Darrow.

This was what he was good at. Distraction and giving people what they needed, what they wanted. He pillowed his head against Lee's shoulder, soft and young, more a boy now than he'd been at any other point except for his stupid Titanic joke.

"I'd like to stay." Not staying meant another night in the warehouse, or on a couch feeling like a burden. At least, like this, he had a moment of feeling desirable even if it was only for tonight.

Lee nodded softly against the pillow, his fingers still cording through Kavinsky's hair. "I'd like that," he murmured, and he hoped in that moment that, once they did have sex together, that Kavinsky might stay the night. This had already become something more than a one night stand, even it if was still only going to be this one night; Lee knew it wasn't going any further than what happened here, but it felt nice to share a physical moment with someone that meant more than fucking, even it if was only just barely more.

"Tell me what you like, Kavinsky," Lee said after a moment's silence, thinking maybe some pillow talk would warm the mood back up a little. "What's your favorite way to be fucked?"

Kavinsky laughed, soft and quiet, light. He let Lee keep playing with his hair, something that most guys hadn't done with him very much in his experience. The last time someone had asked him that, he had listed off all the things he'd ever done, all the things that had been enjoyable in the past--the hurrying and rush and roughness, the very act of getting to tell someone those things. This time, though, he chewed his lip a moment, and then shrugged a bit.

"Depends on the guy," he said softly. There'd been a lot more clumsy, repressed fumbling than anything else, guys older than Lee who liked a kid who didn't say no. Kavinsky didn't say that.

He smudged a kiss against Lee's collarbone. "I like being on my hands and knees. I like being told what I can and can't do. Doesn't need to be rough, just--controlled."

Lee nodded softly in understanding, knowing exactly what Kavinsky meant. He liked that too, being directed, manipulated, but not abused. He felt like he could do that here, with Kavinsky, could give him what he wanted.

Taking a breath through his nose, Lee quickly shifted them, put Kavinsky on his back, Lee half overlapping Kavinsky's body. He leaned down, pressing wet, open mouthed kisses to Kavinsky's collarbone, sucking faint little marks that would fade in less than a day, a bare reminder that Lee had been here, that they'd been together.

"You smell so good," Lee said as he kissed down the center of Kavinsky's chest, straying to the left to tongue at Kavinsky's nipple, feeling the bud of it drawing up hard beneath his attention.