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 hummed, smiling just a little, at the small shower of kisses. He let out a shuddering, almost desperate sigh as Lee rubbed up against him, the barest scratch of skin and body hair tickling his cock, smearing his precome between their skin and making his body clench with desperation.

"Good to know I qualify for spank bank material," he murmured, more playful than self-deprecating for once. The night was shaping up nicely, and he was enjoying himself, and he would definitely be holding onto the thought of it. The warmth, the closeness, the sheer physicality--and Lee knew what he was doing in bed, how to take someone apart in different ways than other people Kavinsky had been with. Kavinsky liked all of it.

He pressed into the kiss for a moment, and let out a laughing, gasping moan when Lee dragged at his lip with his teeth. "Mmn, I hope not. I'm trying to...to hold out here. I wanna come while you're eating me out. This is some, like. Olympic level concentration here. Herculean effort."

"You are possibly the nicest spank bank material I've ever had," Lee replied with a laugh, and while there was a joking tone to it, Lee wasn't lying. It had been a long time since Lee had been with someone so gorgeous and reactive, someone who seemed to revel in what Lee shared with him. He knew there wasn't much here beyond sex, but even just their physical connection was stronger than the one Lee had felt with anyone in a long time. He nuzzled into the hollow of Kavinsky's throat as Kavinsky told him how he'd been holding back, filling the gap between Kavinsky's collarbones with his tongue.

"I won't make you wait anymore," he said softly, turning his eyes up once more before he looked down, kissing a wet trail along Kavinsky's sternum, the middle of his abdomen. He slowed when he reached Kavinsky's cock, mouthing along the length of the swollen shaft, not so much a tease as a promise. He didn't linger there, moving the lay between Kavinsky's splayed thighs, urging Kavinsky to lift his knees and open himself wide again.

"You're incredible," Lee said, and he wished he knew Kavinsky's first name, so he could call him something more intimate, could show Kavinsky what this meant to him. "You deserve to be adored," he went on, leaning down to lick a broad stripe across Kavinsky's trembling hole, tasting sweat and the musk of Kavinsky's body, his own come, just starting to leak from him. "God, you are so hot," Lee groaned, lapping at him again, his tongue moving over the swollen rim in long licks and small circles, teasing, tasting, feeling.

Kavinsky shivered a little, breathing out a noise that was all pleased, excited exhalation as Lee moved down his neck, his chest, his stomach. His body fluttered with anticipation, little twists and squirms, and he moaned softly when Lee moved his lips against his cock. It twitched up toward his mouth, yearning and so hard he nearly hurt. A tear leaked down his cheeks, and he laughed, soft and wispy, at how much he wanted it.

The soft, easy way that Lee spoke to him sank into Kavinsky's chest, into his belly, and Kavinsky held onto it, grabbed all the words and warmth they provided and hoarded them like a hungry thing. The praise was such a balm. He lifted his legs back up, not quite as high as he had when they were fucking, but high enough to expose himself again, high enough that he felt deliciously filthy as Lee's mouth skated over his hole.

"Shit...shit, oh..." Any other words that Kavinsky might have had melted away rapidly to a blissful, focused attention on Lee's teasing tongue. He knew this was hardly the best angle. But he couldn't be bothered to move now. His cock twitched, a string of precome dotting from the head to his belly, and he whined softly. "Oh God, daddy, that feels good."

Kavinsky was trembling beneath Lee's touch, not just from the way Lee's tongue swiped over him, licking him in a dark place that so many people still found so filthy, but from the attention. An act like this was exceedingly intimate, Lee's mouth on a part of Kavinsky's body that was almost always hidden, exposed to Lee like a gift, and Lee was giving one back, bestowing pleasure, offering nothing but what made Kavinsky gasp shakily and moan deeply.

Bracing his palms on Kavinsky's inner thighs, Lee lifted his legs higher, opening him wide so Lee could dip the tip of his tongue inside, closing his mouth around the sphincter in a wet, open mouthed kiss. Tonguing the rim of Kavinsky's hole, he drew his lips closer and sucked, pulling more of his come from inside Kavinsky's body into his mouth, moaning at the body warm flood of it. He thought about holding it on his tongue, moving up to feed it to Kavinksy in a wet, dirty kiss, but listening to the sound of Kavinsky's voice, the tone of it, Lee didn't want to move away, wanted to keep licking, driving Kavinsky's pleasure higher.

So he swallowed, his moving away just enough that Kavinsky could see what he was doing before he dove back in, mouth and tongue all over Kavinsky's asshole and his taint, nose occasionally brushing the underside of Kavinsky's balls.

Being held open, spread back open like that, bullied a noise out of Kavinsky that was as much moan as it was swearing. He tilted his hips toward Lee's mouth, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment, just letting himself feel everything--heat and wetness and desire, the twitch of his cock and the twist in his stomach that spoke of how badly he wanted to come. His fingers itched to touch himself, but he wasn't quite there, not yet. Nearly, but not quite.

He looked down, just in time to see Lee looking up at him with dark eyes and filthy intent, and he did swear that time, thick and long and prophetic in Bulgarian, a string of filth that almost made him flush.

Finally, he let his fingers fist around his cock.

"'m not gonna last, daddy," he whispered. "Fuck, you're too good. It's too good, daddy, God. Wanna come so badly. Please...please, can I come?" He shivered, desperate, as he smeared his precome along his cock and squeezed his twitching cock. "I wanna taste your come from my ass, too, daddy. Fuck. Oh, fuck."

It was a powerful feeling that came from the way Kavinsky spoke to him, and Lee groaned at the way Kavinsky gave it so freely. He needed it, to be controlled so he could lose control, the relinquishing of it as climactic and important as Kavinsky's physical release.

Lee's hands slid up to the centers of Kavinsky's hamstrings, fingers gripping firmly as he pressed his mouth back down around Kavinsky's hole, flicking his tongue over it, following the rim around, just a bit of a pleasurable tease before he pushed closer and sucked again, his mouth awash again with his own semen draw from deep within Kavinsky's body. This time he didn't swallow, holding the load in his mouth as he released Kavinsky's legs and climbed up over his body, his pelvis between Kavinksy's thighs.

Nudging their mouths together, Lee waited until Kavinsky opened his before he parted his lips for a kiss, Kavinsky's come trailing out of Lee's mouth as he slid their tongues together, passing Kavinsky's spunk between them. As they kissed, filthy and dark, Lee pressed a hand between them, his fingers curving around Kavinsky's dick and squeezing.

Kavinsky was a mess of anticipation, a quiver of nerves and over-stimulation, by the time that Lee came up his body. The smell of sex was still heavy all around them, and it was only making everything more heady and intense. Lee's body was solid and heavy against his, warm, trapping his hand down on his cock as Lee's hips pressed against his. Kavinsky groaned softly; it was more like a whimper.

It was easy to open his mouth, easy to tilt into the kiss and receive the filthy offering Lee was giving him. His breath hitched up, exponential and needy, as he licked up into Lee's mouth, chasing every taste, every drop he could get from him.

The curl of Lee's fingers made him move his own fingers from his cock down to his balls. He squeezed and fondled, arching up into Lee's touch, body taut with desperation and need, right on the edge.

It was easy to fall into the rhythm Kavinsky needed, Lee's body moving as he continued to kiss Kavinsky wetly, letting his abdomen guide his hand around Kavinsky's cock like a slow, stilted version of fucking. If Kavinsky wasn't so keyed up – from having Lee inside him, from Lee's tongue lapping around his hole – this might not have been enough, but Lee could tell how ready Kavinsky was to come, and Lee was determined to take him there.

Loose fist moving Kavinsky's foreskin over the heated thickness of his cock, Lee bucked against Kavinsky, finding exactly the speed Kavinsky was chasing, hand pumping, bodies rubbing. Their mouths came together again and again around Kavinsky's gasping, his ragged moans and broken words, Lee slotting in a few of his own, please and so beautiful and come for me, gorgeous boy, loving the feeling of Kavinsky's pleasure radiating out over him, committing the sounds of Kavinsky's voice, his smell, the way he moved, to memory. At this point he wanted Kavinsky's orgasm more than he'd ever wanted one of his own, desperate for it, so ready to experience Kavinsky's glorious completion.

The slick slide of their bodies together, the soft way that Lee spoke to him, the weight and heat of Lee's hand, his hips, his breath and mouth, all unwound Kavinsky steadily, faster and faster, until he pitched back his head and swore. He clung to the sheets under his head, thrashing just a little as he came in streaks between them.

His body trembled in the aftermath, little shock waves of pleasure rushing through him. He kept clinging to the sheets, desperate breaths, little plaintive sounds shivering out of him as he tried to hold something together.

A few tears leaked out of the corners of his eyes and he did nothing to stop them. He leaned up, chasing Lee's mouth again, kissing him all over, deep and hungry but slower this time, just thorough. Just wanting the contact in the aftermath of everything. "Thank you. Thank you, daddy. Than--thank you, Lee."

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."