lee_fallon | AU - Gay Bar Meeting

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connor walsh

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.

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God, it's hard to think with the thickness of Lee's cock pressed between his cheeks, right in the cleft of his ass. The growl in Lee's voice is so incredibly hot that a shiver goes straight through Connor. He shifts his hips back slightly, rubbing against Lee like a whore.

"Do it," he says. "You know I want it. You know I'd do anything to get it and, once I've got it, you know I'll do every single thing you tell me too. No matter how dirty. No matter how...slutty."

"You are such a slut," Lee says, hooking his hands on Connor's hips, grinding forward a little more. "Such a fucking whore, Connor," he goes on, and he doesn't talk like this, but Connor makes him want it, to be dirty and dominant. He presses his forehead between Connor's shoulder blades, watching as he moves his hips back just a bit, dragging the head of his cock down the crack of Connor's ass.

"I can't wait to watch you take it," he breathes, moving carefully so that the tip of his cock finds Connor's hole without needing to use his hands. He knows there's at least some part of this that's them play acting, and even though he had his fingers in Connor for a while, he's not going to take with abandon, not the first time tonight. His legs are shaking as he presses forward, making the pressure as even as he can, holding back as he waits for Connor's body to accept him.

He feels Lee's cock slide into his ass one slow inch at a time, his head falling forward between his shoulders as it does. Connor has taken his fair share of cock over the years but, for some reason, Lee sliding into him right now makes him feel like he's about to fly apart. He bites his lip over a whimper.

"I'm a total slut." Right then, play-acting or not, he figures it's pretty fucking obvious.

Connor is hot and tight and Lee's been hard for him for what feels like hours. He's not inexperienced in the slightest, but there's a very real chance this could end very quickly if he lets himself go at all. He doesn't breathe until his pelvis is flush against Connor's ass, and then he tips his head back, forcing a couple long, shaky breaths.

"Your ass is really tight for someone who likes being fucked so much," he says, and it's not something he's ever said to anyone, or even thought before, but he thinks Connor might like hearing it. He makes himself keep breathing as he starts to move, slowly rolling his hips in short, careful thrusts. It feels way too fucking good, and Lee's actually a little worried he's going to blackout if he doesn't keep oxygen filling his lungs.

"Yeah, well, more often that not, I'm doing the fucking," says Connor, still bent over, head still lowered as Lee starts to move, starts to fuck him. He rolls his hips back to meet the thrust of Lee's cock. "But I will totally take that as a compliment."

"You'll get your chance at that later," Lee tells him, because he hasn't stopped thinking about what it would feel like to have Connor's big dick inside him since the first time he saw it.

Connor's quipping now, so Lee figures he's ready to take more, and he starts drawing back further, thrusting in harder. He spreads his feet a little wider and bends his knees a bit, getting more leverage as he really starts fucking Connor, wrapping one arm around Connor's waist.

"Hope so," and then his mouth isn't so smart because he is getting pretty thoroughly fucked. He groans softly, still squirming his hips back to meet every thrust, groping back with one hand to squeeze Lee's thigh as he fucks him.

Connor's hand on him only drives Lee on, his other arm wrapping around Connor's chest as he holds him steady, his thrusts pounding now. The kitchen echoes with the sounds of their harsh breathing, Lee's little punched grunts and Connor's groans, the slick sound of Lee's cock moving in Connor's ass, the slapping of their skin coming together.

"Want to fuck you forever," Lee growls into the back of Connor's neck, teeth bared with the effort of fucking Connor as hard as he can in this position. "Want to fuck you every way imaginable."

"Do it," says Connor and, amazingly, his cock's nearly hard again as Lee holds him, as Lee fucks him, as he squirms and rocks. God, he loves it when someone fucks him this thoroughly. He loves it when his gut is right. "However you want. All night."

"God," Lee breathes, and he makes a deal with the universe that if he can stay awake long enough to have sex with Connor at least a couple more times tonight, he can be sick as fuck after his next treatment to make up for it. He can feel Connor's erection bump against his arm and he shifts so he can cover it with his palm, the action of him fucking Connor rubbing Connor's dick into the hollow of his hand.

"Fuck, Connor, the things I want to do to you," he groans, pushing up to his toes as he fucks Connor as deeply as he can. "Wanna get you on your knees in my bed, fuck you inside out," he continues, shaking as he starts to lose control. "Fill you, fill you up with my come, lick it back out of you."

Oh, God, that's so incredibly filthy that Connor can't even process it. And he wants it. He wants all of it. He rocks his hips desperately, grinding his cock forward against Lee's hand.

"You want me to call you Sir while you do it?" he asks, laughing, breathless.

Lee laughs and has to bury his face against the top of Connor's spine. "Fuck, call me daddy," he jokes, but the idea of it makes him moan.

"God, I can't, fuck, I'm gonna come," he says a second later, unable to catch his breath. He can't hold back anymore, not with the way Connor's body is clenching down around him.

"Do it," he says, not close to coming himself yet but knowing it doesn't matter. "Do it and I'll call you daddy all night long."

Lee doesn't really need the promise to carry him over, but it certainly doesn't hurt. He presses his face into Connor's spine and buries himself to the hilt, his body shaking hard through his climax. He loses track of himself for a moment, but when his ears stop ringing he can hear himself mewling like an injured animal, leaning heavily on Connor in front of him.

"That, that was," he tries to speak, but he's breathing too hard, still trembling through the aftershocks.

"Not bad for a first shot," says Connor, grinning, still bent over as far as Lee's arms around him will let him be. "But I bet we can do better."

"Please tell me I get to at least have a glass of water first," Lee jokes, feeling absolutely shattered. He doesn't want to move, but his legs are shaking so hard he's about to collapse, so he reaches down to grip the base of the condom and pulls out with a broken sound of loss.

"I think we could both do with hydrating before round two," says Connor, stretching both arms over his head after Lee pulls out. He's never been self conscious about being naked, even with a hard-on and he turns, leaning back against the counter again before he makes a beeline for Lee's bed.

"Well, make yourself comfortable," Lee says, trying to convince his legs to move as he heads to the other side of the counter to deposit the spent condom in the trash. He gets two glasses from the cabinet and fills them with cold tap water, bringing them back and handing one to Connor.

"You would have been trouble for me in college," he tells Connor before taking a long, deep swallow of his water.

Connor sprawls out on his belly on Lee's bed, cock pressed into the mattress. He shifts, every so often, biting his lip at the friction. He takes the water, drinking off half of it in one go.

"Oh?" he asks, eyebrow raised. "What makes you say that?"

Lee sits on the edge of the mattress and watches the way Connor grinds down against it, still hard and wanting. Lee hopes that means he'll get to feel Connor inside him next. As soon as he can feel his toes again, he'll suggest it.

"A good looking guy like you who likes to give and take?" Lee says, answering Connor's question. "I wouldn't have let you out of my sight. Would have tied you to my bed until you fell in love with me."

"I...do not do the L word," says Connor, flashing a grin up at him, taking another sip of his water. "It's unnecessary. It's messy. It complicates everything. Why fuck up something that works?" His eyebrow twitches. "I could live with being tied to your bed, though."

"Oh, I don't either," Lee replied. "Not anymore."

He'd done it a few times in the past, fallen in love, and Lee actually liked it, what it could do for a relationship. But he didn't do attachment at all anymore; he just didn't have the time. When he was Connor's age, though, love was something he'd aspired to find.

Sighing, Lee finished his water, setting the glass to the side as he moved more fully onto the bed. He sat cross legged at Connor's side, brushing his fingers along Connor's back. "The downside of not having a bed frame," he said, his fingers finding the hair at the nape of Connor's neck. "Nothing to tie you to."

Lee's touch on his shoulder, his back makes him shiver, just a little. He empties his glass and then holds it out.

"Well, shit," he says. "How disappointed am I right now?"

Lee takes the glass from Connor, setting it beside his own. "I'm sure we can work something out," he says, his hand finding Connor's hair again. "If we get to the bondage part of the program tonight, I can just tie your wrists together."

He swallows, imagining it, thinking about having bound in his bed. It's only one in a list of ways he'd like to have Connor submit to him. But it's not all he wants.

"Will you fuck me?" he asks, running his palm down Connor's spine.

He's used to this tactile fascination with his hair; it happens with almost every guy he sleeps with. He gets it. It's great hair. He leans into Lee's touch a little.

"If we don't, there's always other nights," he says, with his most winning smile. He pushes up onto his elbows. "Of course I'll fuck you. How do you want it?"

Connor Walsh. Ever a gentleman.

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