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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Lee makes a broken noise of desperation, and he's rutting against Eric hard enough that it will probably cause a friction burn on both of them if he keeps it up. He wants to just move and get his dick in Eric right now, no prep at all, and he almost tries, moves back to get his cock down near Eric's hole, but at the last second he thinks of the lube, and it's close, so he takes a breath and makes himself move off Eric long enough to get to the drawer.

The entire time they're apart he's panting like he's about to hyperventilate, and his hands are shaking as he opens the tube and spreads the slickness over his dick, tossing the lube aside thoughtlessly as soon as he's done with it. Back between Eric's thighs, he grabs himself and looks down, lining himself up and pushing, not carelessly but not carefully either, the end of his cock popping past the clenching ring of muscles. It doesn't go easy at first, Lee having to rock his hips and slip a little deeper with each push, deep and back out, deeper, then deeper, then finally Eric's body lets go and he bottoms out, pressing all the way inside with a loud moan.

The sound I make is loud and almost inhuman. Kind of a groan, kind of a cry, the stretch and fill feeling so fucking good I want to die.

"Fuck me...fuck me...come on, baby. Come on, come on," I beg, panting and bucking my hips to get him to screw me like I need. I tingle all over, needing to be touched. He can't do it so I do it myself, rubbing my hands over my chest and belly, teasing my nipples, even choking myself for just a second.

"Fuck, you're so hot, so fucking hot," Lee grunts, fucking into Eric hard and deep, their pelvises colliding with enough force to bruise. He watches Eric touching himself and he wishes he could do it, wants his hands all over Eric, his mouth, wants Eric inside him too, in his ass and down his throat again, wants it all at once. Eric's ass is clenching down around him like a vice and it only makes Lee pound into him harder, hands finding Eric's hips and gripping him tight, pulling Eric bodily into each thrust.

"God, I want to fuck you forever, I never want to stop," Lee keens, and even though this feels incredible he can't get enough. "Fuck, don't come, okay? Don't come. I need you in me, and I can't fucking wait," he begs, his own thrusts getting faster, more frantic as he drives toward his release. "I wish you could fuck me now, god. I need everything, I need more."

"But I need to. I have to come," I whine. But I keep my hand away from my throbbing cock. My balls ache and my ass hurts in the best way. I'm going to feel this all day tomorrow. I need more. Everything. I'm so turned on I can't even believe this. It's not like E, I decide, it's like ten thousand times more intense. I can only imagine what I'd have done to him in the bathroom like this.

"Fucking come," I demand. "Fucking come in me, baby. Please...please..."

Eric's desperation cuts through Lee's pretty effectively, the dominant way he begs for Lee to come making Lee practically growl with desire. He's thrusting into Eric so hard, completely wild now with almost no rhythm at all, gasping and moaning with enough volume to be heard a block away. He looks down at Eric, at his flushed, sweat soaked skin, at the way his hands are still moving to touch his chest, his throat, the expression on his face broken with pleasure and need, and he lets go with a wail, pushing in deep while his cock spasms, pumping his release into Eric's clenching body.

He feels dizzy when it's done, when his orgasm is spent, and pulls back and out abruptly, his legs collapsing, leaving him sitting on his heels. There's a crazed part of his brain that thinks of riding Eric like this, but he's not sure he has the coordination, and he wants Eric to take him apart the way he needs to, so he pushes to his hands and knees, looking up Eric's heaving chest to his face.

"Tell me how you want me," he says, demands, still feeling shaky and intensely turned on.

I scramble for the lube, not wanting to waste a second.

"Just like this. Hands and knees," I tell him, quickly slicking my cock with way too much lube. And then I'm right there, on him and pushing in just a moment later. His body resists and I keep going, a little at a time, nearly coming from the way he's clenching and flexing around me, milking my cock and drawing me in.

"Need it hard?" I ask, drawing back and shoving in with one strong thrust. "Or do you want it slow so you feel everything? Tell me, baby. Fuck, you feel so...tell me."

Lee's trembling by the time Eric pushes into him, his body strung tight from this orgasm making Eric have to fight his way in, and it feels so good, Eric's big dick taking him, splitting him in two. His fingers curl in the sheets and he arches back into Eric's first thrust, groaning deeply.

"Slow first, I want to feel every beautiful fucking inch of you," he mewls. "Do it slow until you can't stand it, then fuck me until I can't breathe," he goes on, his voice raw. "Take me, use me, fuck Eric, please."

So I go nice and slow, making sure every inch is a beautiful fucking torture for him, if for no other reason than I'm making him wait. I hold his hips and slide in, pull back, my breath trembling as I force myself to have some kind of self control.

"Jesus, you feel so fucking good. So deep. Warm. Tight," I groan, bending over him to bite his back. It's not like there's a ton of play there but I catch a mouthful of flesh ad suck it in, biting down to leave a mark.

Lee's back bows beneath the bite, his head coming up in an arch, and again he's grateful for all those years of yoga making him flexible enough for things like this. It feels so good, the way Eric is riding into him, agonizingly slow, impossibly deep. It should be impossible because he's already come, but he feels like he could again, and he moans at the thought.

"I love how you fuck me," he breathes, the thickness of Eric sliding in and out in a way that's incredible and maddening all at once. "God, I fucking love this, I fucking love you."

My need builds and I can't keep the slow pace. Faster, harder, I have to let go the bite and rise up again. Panting, before long I'm fucking into him hard. His ass acts like a cushion but our skin still smacks together, the sound ringing in the room.

Fuck, baby. Fuck...fuck, shit, God, Lee..." I babble, words coming one at a time, panted with every breath. I'm driving into him, hard, harder, wildly, grunting...fucking dying as my heart hammers...

And the white explodes in my eyes and I squeeze them shut. I come so hard it feels like it's being torn out of my thighs, not just pumping from my balls. I shout and it's so loud it almost hurts my ears.

Lee holds tight to the bedding, shoving back to meet Eric's thrusts as he drives toward his climax, wanting Eric to come now more than anything in the world. The sounds in the room are incredibly sexy, the slapping sound of their skin, the slick squelching of Eric's cock in Lee's ass, Eric's wild breathing, the words he says, and Lee's head is spinning at the way Eric nearly screams when he finally comes, his cock jerking so hard in Lee's ass that Lee can feel every pulse.

When it's done, Lee feels wrung out but still intensely aroused at the same time. It's almost painful, the need clashing with his body's desire to collapse, and he lets his arms down to the bed, Eric still buried inside him, pulling the mask off his face. He exhales in shaky relief once it's off, the magical hold it caused releasing him, his skin cooling to a more normal level almost instantly.

Once it's done, once I'm spent, I still want to keep going. I'm, like, crazy with need and I want more. I see Lee slide his mask off and I can see , kind of, the way his hair sticks to his sweaty forehead. I peel mine off too and just like that I come back to myself. I'd felt like I was spinning out of control and now I feel calm.

I gently slide free of him and then promptly drop to the bed, my chest heaving as I try to catch my breath.

"Fucking hell," I huff. "We're keeping these masks..."

Lee groans deeply when Eric slides free, feeling the rough sex immediately now that his mind isn't clouded by lust. He feels fucked open and used, sore and swollen and dripping with Eric's come, and it feels incredible. He's going to ache all over tomorrow, and he welcomes it, the reminder, wishing Eric didn't have to work so they could just stay in bed all day and recover.

It takes a supreme effort for Lee to unbend his knees and roll onto his side, his hips aching already. "God, yes we are," he agrees with Eric's sentiment, feeling exhausted to his bones but loving that they're laying here together after some truly mind blowing sex. Lee's eyes move along the length of Eric's body, his skin still shining with sweat, muscles carved out from recent use, everything tight and perfect under beautiful, dusky skin.

"Fuck, how did I get so lucky?" he wonders aloud. "I mean, look at you. And god, how you just fucked me." He shook his head softly. "You make me feel like I'm twenty again, I'm not even fucking joking."

That makes me laugh, mostly because the way he says it makes me sound like some kind of fucking prize when mostly I'm a hot mess. But I turn a smile toward him and reach out to touch his face with one finger, petting him softly.

"I am so in love with you. I can't believe how hard I fell, and so fast. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me," I say softly, feeling every word hug my heart.

It's feels impossible that it could be true, that Lee's the best thing that's happened to Eric. It makes Lee's heart ache, because Eric deserves to be happy, to stay that way, and Lee knows he's going to get sicker again eventually, and he hates the idea of putting Eric through that.

"I never thought I'd fall in love again," Lee says, moving closer to Eric so he can cup his cheek. "Before you I even fought it. But I couldn't with you. It happened so fast, and I was in it before I even knew I was falling. That kiss, by the fire," he says, remembering it so vividly despite how stoned he'd been at the time. "I never had a chance. I'm glad I didn't. I want to love you for the rest of my life."

I go to scoot a little closer too and when I clench my ass to move I'm so sore I groan softly.

"Jesus, you fucked the shit out of me," I say before closing the distance to kiss him. "That's when it happened for me, too. That exact moment."

Lee can't help laughing at Eric's comment, right in the middle of their sentimental discussion. He's still smiling when he leans into the kiss, his palm still resting on Eric's jaw. "You fucked the shit out of me too," he says, his eyes twinkling with love and mischief. "This is so good, Eric. This thing we've got going. I love you so god damned much, and the sex is fucking amazing." He pauses, still smiling softly. "Are we a couple?" he asks, treading slowly into that so far undiscussed territory.

"I thought we were. I mean...I think we are," I say hesitantly, unsure if maybe I was reading more into this than I should have. I guess I think that when you're in love with someone who loves you back that just automatically makes you a couple.

"...I mean...I'd like to be..."

Lee smiles, stroking Eric's cheekbone softly with his thumb, hearing the hesitance in Eric's voice and feeling bad for making Eric think he had any doubts. "I thought we were too. I think we are," he says gently. "Things are happening so fast, and I don't mind that they are, I just don't want to assume."

He takes a breath, his eyes still focused on Eric's. "I haven't been in a relationship in a few years," he admits. "So please, please don't think I'm judging you by asking these questions. I just want to be on the same page." He swallows. "Are we monogamous?" he asks carefully, not because he has any desire to be with anyone else himself, but he wants to know what Eric wants, to be able to get his mind and heart in the right place.

"I'd rather be. I don't want anyone else," I say quietly. My stomach's, like, fucking twisting and squirming and I don't like these questions. I get that we need to be on the same page and shit, and I can kind of tell we are, but I'm pretty much terrified he's going to set some sort of rule or boundary that's just going to kill me.

Lee nods, and he can see how uncomfortable Eric is getting, so he leans in to kiss him gently. "I don't want anyone but you," he assures, his lips still brushing Eric's as he speaks, then he eases back.

"Can I call you my boyfriend?" he asks then, and it's a weird word on his tongue after so long, but he likes how it sounds.

"If I can call you mine," I reply, the nervous twisting slowing and going away. I smile, so wide my cheeks hurt, and I take one more kiss.

"I meant it when I said I'm all in, Lee. Completely and absolutely. I'm not going anyplace."

Lee can't help smiling back, and it feels really good, being here with Eric, finding this love together, feeling the same way about everything. "Please call me your boyfriend," he says, still smiling, his fingers trailing down the side of Eric's neck.

"I believe you," he says after a beat. "I trust you. I want you. I love you," he goes on. "Things, down the road, things will probably get rough," he says then, fumbling his words a little. "If it gets to be too much, I'll understand. But please be honest with me, okay?" he requests softly.

"I'm not going anyplace," I repeat. "I don't care how rough it gets. How sick you get. I'll take time off work, or we can get one of those home nurses when I can't be with you. But I'm going to be here, Lee."

I swallow hard. My mind's made up.

"To the end."

Lee has to bite his lower lip against the flood of emotions Eric's determination and dedication send through him, trying not to remember the ones who didn't stay, overwhelmed by knowing that Eric thought loving Lee was worth the risk, that the time they had together meant enough to weather the storm.

"Thank you," he manages, swallowing against the tears that rise in the back of his throat. "Fuck, I love you," he adds, laughing once wetly. "I don't know what I did to deserve you, but I'm so glad I did it."