AU - Clichéd Bar Meeting

[lee_fallon]

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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[mitsubishievo]

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_fallon]

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.

[mitsubishievo]

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."