lee_fallon | PSL - Post Mardi Gras Party

From here.

They take the stairs more slowly tonight than the did the first time they'd come here together, not quite in as big of a rush, and certainly more sober. Lee let's them in, but he doesn't move to take off his blazer this time, just goes into the kitchen, setting down the cup of glitter and going into his pantry. He's fitted it with a pretty reasonable system of wine racks, and the bottles of wine take up fifty percent of the space, the other half nearly empty because Lee is terrible about stocking food at home.

He looks through a few bottles until he finds a sweet Vouvray from 2014 that promises to be pretty good. It's not as high in alcohol as he promised Eric, but it will be very easy to drink, and quickly, so not a bad place to start. He pulls a Riesling while he's in there as well, and he takes both to the counter to remove the corks, smelling each cork as he pulls it from the bottle.

Taking down two glasses, he fills them a third of the way with the Vouvray. "Okay, this is just the tasting pour," Lee says, meeting Eric's eyes. "After I show you how to taste it, I'll fill the glass the rest of the way," he assures Eric.

"First things first, hold the glass by the stem, not the bowl, like this," he shows Eric, grabbing the stem of his own glass about half an inch from the bowl, hooking his index finger around it and securing it with his thumb. "Then you smell it," he goes on, tipping his glass close to his nose, taking a heavy inhalation of the wine's bouquet. "And once your nose is full of the smell, you take a little in your mouth. But don't swallow right away," he says, giving Eric a heated little grin. "Roll it around in your mouth for a minute, over your tongue, then swallow." He gives Eric a demonstration, taking a small sip, holding it in his mouth, tasting all the nuances of the flavors, then swallowing.

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"It sounds a lot better to me too," Lee replies. "I'm glad you've found something you like here."

Lee stops for a moment, taking another drink of his wine. "If you could go back home, if you had the choice, would you?" he asks, not testing the waters or anything, honestly just curious.

"No. I hated it there. I fucking hated Kansas and I didn't get along with my grandparents. They didn't know what to do with me," I tell him. "After my parents died everything went to hell. Honestly, I'm still not all that great."

Lee frowns deeply, feeling bad for bringing the mood down so completely. “I’m sorry,” he says, his regret genuine. “I didn’t mean to make you think about all that. I’m doing a pretty great job of ruining the evening, aren’t I?” he adds with a hollow laugh.

"No. No, not at all. I just...I don't like to think about home. If I pretend it's really gone, all behind me, I do better," I say quietly.

Lee nods in understanding, but he doesn’t know what to say in reply, taking another drink of his wine. He feels a little guilty because his reality here is pretty close to the same as the one back home. The only big difference now is Eric, though it is a pretty significant one.

“How long have you been here?” Lee asks to end the silence between them, wondering how many years Eric’s been able to escape that place he clearly hates so much.

"Two and a half years. Almost three," I say. "Three in June. A lot here has changed. I've grown up a lot. I showed up at Christmas at home. Christmas eve. But it was June here."

I take a sip.

"This place really fucked me up at first. My best friend was, like, ten years older than me and he was with this super scary guy who hunted vampires. There's things here I always thought were bullshit like that, vampires, and magic and aliens and all that shit. But here it's real and you just get to this point where you roll with it."

Lee knows about the magic, at least, and he knows there’s more, but he hasn’t been here long enough to run into a whole lot of anything else, a fact which he’s grateful for.

“This place is pretty unreal,” Lee agrees. “But it’s not that different, really, when you get down to the important things,” he adds. “Life and death, friendship. Love."

"Yeah, at least that's all normal," reply, smiling a little at that. I'd been so close to falling into dark thoughts and just like that he pulled me back. No time to indulge in nihilism when I had a gorgeous guy talking about love and looking at me like that. So I power down the last of m wine, barely tasting it and not really even appreciating it, and then I set my glass aside so I can move in close to kiss him.

At first Lee thinks he’s missed the mark and what he said hasn’t helped, but then Eric finishes off his glass of wine, pushes up on his toes, and finds Lee’s lips in a kiss. Lee’s glad, relieved, because he felt terrible for ruining Eric’s good buzz, the happiness they found in that conversation they’d had in the bathroom at the party. After kissing Eric back for a long moment, Lee eases back, his nose rubbing against the side of Eric’s softly. “Do you want to put your gold mask back on?” he asks, voice low, edged with the beginnings of arousal.

"I kinda do, yeah," I say softly. I can smell the wine on his breath but beyond that I can smell him and I really don't think I'll need the mask. Just kissing him has my dick half hard already. But I pull back a little and smile, then I reach in my pocket to pull it out.

"Do you think it'll work here or was it only cursed for at the party?" I ask.

Only one way to find out...so I slip it on and settle it on my face.

“I don’t know,” Lee replies, but he has the same idea Eric does, that trying is the only way they’ll know for sure. As Eric slips his mask on, Lee slips out of his jacket, leaving him just in his button up shirt, and he unbuttons his cuffs, rolling his sleeves to his shoulders.

“Is it working?” he asks Eric, licking his lips as he watches Eric’s face intently.

I'm so warm and I'm suddenly so aware of my dick it's embarrassing. Just looking at him teasing me with getting undressed isn't fair.

"I feel fine," I tell him, and I do. I feel fine. I just can't keep from stepping in close again to help him along by undoing the buttons of his shirt. "Did I tell you tonight how fucking sexy you look dressed like this?"

Lee can see it in Eric’s eyes, the darkness there, the hungry way he’s watching Lee’s hands as he bares his forearms. Lee licks his lips.

“You said I was sexy, I think, yeah,” Lee replies, tipping his head as he watches Eric opening his buttons one at a time from the bottom up. “But you didn’t mention my clothes,” he adds, reaching up and slowly untying Eric’s bow tie, then opening the button at the hollow of Eric’s throat. “I can’t remember, did I tell you how good you look, too?” he asks. “Because you look so fucking good, Eric."

"I feel weird not in black. I thought tuxes were supposed to be black," I say, nimble fingers working all of the buttons open. I push his shirt open and then I'm done talking. I duck down so I can catch his nipple and suck, fingers gripping the soft curve of his waist.

“Not all of them,” Lee gasps, one hand catching in Eric’s hair as he holds Eric against his chest, moaning at the feeling of Eric’s mouth working over his nipple, sucking and licking. “God, Eric, fuck, I love this,” he tells Eric’s breathily, his body arching, pushing against Eric’s hot mouth on him.

I move from the left to the right to suck the other one. There's little more I like better than when he grips my hair. I love feeling his fist in it, tugging and controlling me a little. I moan as he pushes into me and I slide my hands around to grab his ass and squeeze.

Lee’s back arches even more, and his cock starts to throb in his pants, hardening under the lick and suck of Eric’s mouth over his nipple. He pulls a little on Eric’s hair accidentally, groaning at the scrape of Eric’s teeth over him, at the way Eric’s hands grope his ass. “God, yes,” Lee hisses, tipping his head down to watch Eric’s mouth on him, his skin damp with Eric’s saliva.

I lift off and rise up, taking hold of his face in both hands. I meet his eyes just for a moment and then kiss him hard. My lips tingle from sucking his tit and then suddenly there's his mouth. He's so hot and wet and he tastes so good.

"Fuck, I need you," I say into his mouth, my hands dropping to his fly so I can work at his fly. I can feel how hard he is and I desperately want him naked. Now.

Lee nods, though he doesn’t even know why, and as Eric works his pants open, Lee pulls the gold mask he’d grabbed for himself on the way out the door out of his pocket, holding it in his hand until Eric has his pants around his ankles. He helps Eric get him out of his shoes and socks, his slacks, and then all he’s wearing are his boxer briefs, the front tented obscenely with his full, heavy erection.

That’s when he puts his mask on too. It’s an overwhelming feeling, like heat pouring through his body, and when he looks at Eric all he sees is the parts of Eric he wants to touch, to put his mouth on, to get his cock inside. At the same time he wants Eric to do all that to him, and he doesn’t give Eric the chance to pull of his underwear, grabbing Eric around the waist and hauling him close, crushing their mouths together, his tongue pushing deep into Eric’s mouth, searching, needing, desperate.

I pull back just long enough to see him with the gold mask on and his eyes pop behind it. He's fucking beautiful and I'm so desperate to have him I can't fucking think straight. Or mouths collide again in another hungry kiss and as much as I want to touch him I really want to feel his skin against mine. Without breaking the kiss I start to strip. It's sloppy and clumsy but I don't care. I'm so full of this pure fucking need that it keeps me kissing him.

Lee’s hands collide with Eric’s as they both work at his clothes, getting as many of them off as they can without stopping to breath, their lips still pressed hard together. When Lee pulls back to see what’s left Eric looks so fuckable that he can barely see straight. He’s topless, his hair a mess, lips red and swollen from their desperate kisses. His pants are open, both them and his underwear shoved down his thighs as far as they could reach, his flushed, red cock jutting out above them.

Without speaking, Lee drops to his knees, pushing Eric’s pants the rest of the way down, and Eric grips Lee’s shoulders as they get the pants and shoes and socks off, leaving Eric naked. But Lee doesn’t get up, just leans in and starts mouthing Eric’s pelvis at the base of his dick, inhaling the scent of him, reaching up to squeeze Eric’s balls.

"Oh, Jesus, don't fucking tease. I want to jam my dick down your throat 'til you choke," I groan, my hips rocking forward to feel him, encourage him. I look down at him and it's that mask...fucking hell, it's hot. I watch how his mouth moves against my skin and I reach for his hair, careful not to disturb the mask. "Look up at me. I want to see your eyes..."

Lee groans at the way Eric talks, and he finds that he’d completely fine with that, would be more than happy if Eric just grabbed his head and fucked his face. He sucks roughly at the skin right next to Eric’s cock before he moves back to tilt his head up so Eric can see him, one hand moving down between his own legs, rubbing at his dick through his boxer briefs.

“Eric, fuck, I need you,” he moans, rubbing his face against Eric’s groin with his eyes still turned up at him.

When he talks that gives me the opportunity to catch his mouth open. Looking down at him and holding his gaze, I grab my dick and pull his head close to thrust into the warm wetness. His tongue feels like velvet and I get a scrape of teeth and it feels so good I can't help but groan.

"Don't look away," I tell him as I fuck his mouth nice and slow. "Watch me. Look at me."

Lee wants to nod, but he can’t, he can’t do anything but time his breaths and relax his throat as Eric grips the back of his hair as best he can, fucking the thick, hard length of his cock into Lee’s mouth. He keeps his eyes wide open, staring up at Eric’s face, the expression almost ferociously aroused, hissing a little when Lee’s teeth scrape over Eric’s skin. Lee moves his tongue as much as he can, and he makes little choking noises when Eric’s dick pushes deep, and fuck, he’s so turned on, his hand on his own cock squeezing to try and temper the heavy throbbing. This might be the hottest thing he’s ever done, kneeling at the feet of a gorgeous boy who is feeding his cock into Lee’s mouth like he’d rather not fuck anything else for the rest of his life.