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lee_fallon) wrote2015-11-15 12:15 pm
lee_fallon) wrote2015-11-15 12:15 pm
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AU - Gay Bar Meeting
One thing Lee hadn't considered when he'd gotten his cancer diagnosis twelve years ago was that it would involve this much traveling. And, at first, it hadn't. There were treatment centers in New Orleans that he'd gone to pretty much exclusively the first few years. But then he started getting accepted to clinical trials, and of course none of those were close to home. So began his nomadic lifestyle.
Trial number seven is in Philadelphia. He'd been home almost a year before it started, and while he's still traveling light, leaving his wine bar and his few friends is weighing heavily on him tonight, his third night in the city.
He had treatment today, and it's probably not the smartest idea to be out, but he can't stand another night alone in his apartment. Philly is a big city, so finding a gay club isn't difficult, and even though he's sitting at the bar by himself, just like he would be at home, being in a crowd of attractive men is definitely not hurting his mood. And neither is the beer in his hand, cheap as it is.
Trial number seven is in Philadelphia. He'd been home almost a year before it started, and while he's still traveling light, leaving his wine bar and his few friends is weighing heavily on him tonight, his third night in the city.
He had treatment today, and it's probably not the smartest idea to be out, but he can't stand another night alone in his apartment. Philly is a big city, so finding a gay club isn't difficult, and even though he's sitting at the bar by himself, just like he would be at home, being in a crowd of attractive men is definitely not hurting his mood. And neither is the beer in his hand, cheap as it is.
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As soon as they're done, Lee’s going to lay down the law on the way Connor’s been ordering him around. But now he just does what Connor tells him, shoving his hand between them, cupping his fingers over his cock. He works his hand down each time Connor fills him, doing what he can to roll his body into Connor’s, meeting him, trying to pull more grunts and moans from his lips.
He has a feeling Connor is waiting for him to come first, though it’s probably not for a completely selfless reason. Either way, Lee understands, and he tears his mouth away so he can breathe and focus on the hot ball of pleasure growing at the base of his spine.
“Yes yes yes,” he pants, eyes wild, staring up into Connor’s gorgeous face, a beautiful blush blooming across the bridge of his nose and under his eyes, face shined with sweat. “So close, so close, Connor."
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"Do it," says Connor, dark hair tumbled over his forehead, sweaty and ruffled, breathing hard. He drops his head, nipping at the skin over Lee's shoulder. "C'mon. I want it."
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That look's going to mean trouble later, Connor can feel it, and he's fighting against coming then and there just at the thought of that.
He buries his face against Lee's shoulder and fucks him as hard as he can.
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Lee's entire body goes tight beneath Connor's thrusting, and he cries out brokenly, the hand between them squeezing around his dick as his orgasm overtakes him. He feels himself breaking into pieces, hyper aware of how Connor feels inside him, against him, becoming the narrow focus of Lee's entire universe. He can hear himself keening, voice shattering as he calls for Connor over and over again.
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He feels Lee shoot, feels it make an unholy sticky mess between their bodies. He's not that close himself yet, so close to coming before, and he just keeps pounding into Lee like nothing has happened.
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"Stop," he says, his voice harsh even to his own ears. "Stop right fucking now."
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It takes him a few thrusts but he manages to go completely still, buried in Lee's ass.
"I..." His breath sobs out, harsh. "Fuck."
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"Don't move," he commands, his voice trembling. "And tell me how bad you want to come."
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"So freaking bad," says Connor, biting his lip, his hips trembling with the effort of holding himself still. "You're so tight."
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"Do you like being on top of me, Connor? Being in me? Will you think about me, after you leave?"
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"I love it," he says, aching to start moving again. "I'm...shit. I'm not going to be able to get you off my mind."
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He doesn't. Instead he clenches down around Connor again, shifting his hips just a little, giving Connor a taste. "Beg me to let you come," he says, voice a low whisper. "Make it good."
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You can't fake experience and Lee is doing things with his ass that Connor is definitely filing away for future use.
"Fuck. Okay." He lets his head drop for a moment, drags in a slightly trembling breath. "Please let me come. I'll be good. I'll be so, so good, daddy. I'll do anything you want. I'll...fuck. I'll do a whole naked picture shoot for you if you let me come."
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Lee has to bite his tongue to keep from laughing at the mental image of Connor doing a photo shoot for him, though he can't say he'd mind the final product. Maybe Connor will let him snap a pic with his phone before the night is through.
Still, Connor's face is tight with pleasure, his breath shaking from the effort of holding back. He squeezes down around Connor's thick cock inside him, then starts to roll his hips fucking Connor from below as much as he can.
"You're a good boy," he murmurs. "You're such a good boy. You can fuck me again now, Connor. You can make yourself come."
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He's surprised by how much of a kick he gets out of being told he's a good boy. Connor sort of bypassed his twink phase, no episodes of ill-advised sex with older businessmen where consent got weird but this? He could absolutely get used to this.
"Fuck, thank you," he says before he starts to snap his hips. Lee making his wait ramped him up so much that it only takes a few more thrusts before he's tumbling into it, mumbling something that sounds an awful lot like "thank you" and "daddy".
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It's so much better than it would have been if Lee hadn't stopped Connor and made him wait. Having held back, he launches back into it with a frenzy, and while Lee is spent, it still feels so fucking good to be fucked hard and fast the way Connor is doing it now.
Even better is seeing Connor's face when he comes, the way pleasure cuts creases through his beautiful features, a deep flush blooming across his cheeks and over the bridge of his nose. And then he moans a thank you, and Lee can't help his own answering moan, raising his hand do he can press his palm to Connor's face, sliding it back into the damp hair at Connor's nape.
"You are so beautiful," he says, voice a quiet whisper.
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He all but collapses on top of Lee, chest to chest, still buried inside him for a moment. His breath sobs in and out. He's been called beautiful a lot in his life so he's not sure, right then, why it makes his head swim a little.
"If you let me take a shower," he says, mouthing against Lee's skin, "I totally meant it about the photos."
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It feels good to have Connor on him like this, his chest heaving as his body recovers from what Lee thinks (and hopes) was a very nice orgasm. He strokes the back of Connor's neck, focusing on how Connor's heartbeat feels beside his own.
"Can I shower with you?" he asks, aware he might be pushing it a little, asking for something like that so soon.
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"Absolutely," says Connor, without hesitation, reaching between them to pull out, keeping hold of the base of the condom before he deals with it.
Connor knows exactly how good he looks naked and wet.