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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Lee already feels like Connor is receptive, and his brain can hardly handle the idea of him being more so. This is really his lucky day.

"That works well," Lee says, pulling out his keys and opening the outside door to his building, holding it for Connor. "Because I have suggestions."

Connor's eyebrow twitches. This might really be fun, depending on what kind of suggestions Lee actually has. Connor finds that these older guys can go either way - either they've got all sorts of awesome ideas or the sex turns out to be woefully pedestrian and short.

He steps through the doorway ahead of Lee and waits once he's over the threshold.

"Well, I am great at taking instruction."

Lee's eyes widen a fraction. "I bet you do," he says, tucking his hand back into the small of Connor's back and guiding him to the elevator. He feels very drawn to this guy, and he knows it's just a hookup and that Connor is way too young and free for him, he feels like he must have done something right to be bringing him home tonight.

As soon as the elevator doors shut, Lee tips his head close, lowering his voice to say, "I can't wait to get my mouth on you."

Connor leans back against the elevator wall, hips canted forward, eyebrow slightly raised. He moves his head so that his mouth is close to Lee's skin when he answers.

"I bet you can't," he says. "I bet there's a whole list of things you're dying to do to me."

"Oh yeah," Lee replies, and he lets a hand wander to Connor's side, the first touch beyond the hand shake and the little nudges of guidance. "And it's a long one," he adds, grinning as he acknowledges the cheesiness of what he's said.

The elevator dings and the doors slide open, but Lee doesn't rush to back off. He turns his head, brushing the tip of his nose over Connor's forehead before shifting easily back. In the hall, he tries to breathe, to calm himself just a fraction. It's been a while, and the last thing he wants to do is get over excited and embarrass himself around someone that's easily a decade younger than he is.

At his door, he unlocks the bolt and waves Connor inside. His apartment is very sparsely furnished, a table and chairs, a mattress on the floor, a small Buddhist shrine. The place is nice, though, for a studio, with a big kitchen with a gas range, wood floors, muted track lighting. In the corner there's a large wine rack, stocked to the gills.

He closes the door behind them, then crosses to the wine rack. "Red's okay?"

"Red is fine by me," says Connor, shrugging out of his jacket, draping it over the back of one of the chairs and wandering towards Lee with hands stuffed into the pockets of his jeans. He leans his hip against the counter, watching the way Lee moves around the space. "This is a nice place."

"Thank you," Lee replies, walking back to the counter with a relatively nice bottle of shiraz. He pulls a corkscrew out of a drawer and cuts the foil, then screws it into the cork, pulling it with a practice ease and a satisfying pop. Normally he'd let it breathe, but he's not sure he's even going to make it through drinking a glass of wine before he starts working on getting Connor's pants off.

"I've only been here three days," he goes on, retrieving two glasses and tipping some wine into one of them, handing it to Connor and then pouring one for himself. "Have you been in Philly long?" he asks, bringing his glass to his nose to smell the bouquet before having his first taste.

"Just since the start of the semester."

Ever a practiced chameleon, Connor watches the way that Lee inhales and does the same thing, before he takes a little sip. His father is a major wine enthusiast, so Connor knows his way around a bottle of wine. He makes an appreciative noise.

"So," he says, cutting to the chase. "What kind of a hook-up are you hoping this is going to be?"

Lee can't help but be a little turned on by the way Connor samples the nose of the wine before he tastes it, pulling only a little into his mouth and rolling it over his tongue. Most people he drinks with don't appreciate wine the way he does, at least not until he teaches them how.

He's ready to launch into a conversation about the wine when Connor cuts his line of thinking off entirely, and so effectively that Lee almost chokes on his own swallow.

"Well," he replies, his throat tight, requiring that he clear it. "It's probably too much to hope for, but if it ends with me making coffee for us tomorrow, I'll be ecstatic."

"I suppose we'll have to see," says Connor, taking another, deeper sip of his wine this time. There's this electric buzz under his skin, in his belly, like there's a direct line between his brain and his cock. He tilts his head, smiles. "I was hoping for a little more detail, but wine to coffee. Got it."

"Oh, detail," Lee repeats, moving around to the same side of the counter as Connor, rolling his wine in his glass. "I can do detail," he says, taking a sip of his drink and then setting the glass on the countertop.

"So, when you were standing at the bar showing me your arms," he says, turning to brush his fingers down along Connor's tricep, "I was thinking how much I'd like to suck your dick." He breathes in through his nose, admiring Connor's smell again. "Are you okay with that?"

"Am I okay with you sucking my dick?" asks Connor, eyebrows raised, glass paused on the way to his mouth for another sip. He bites his lip for a moment, both eyebrows raised. "Does anyone seriously say no to that?"

"You'd be surprised," Lee replies. When he was younger, no one hesitated with those sorts of things. But he was reckless back then too, and now, well. He's not going to live long enough for HIV to be an issue for him anyway, and he makes sure he's not passing anything on himself. At least you can't give someone else cancer.

He reaches back to retrieve his glass, taking a healthier swallow than a connaisseur normally would before setting he glass back down. "Do you need more to drink before I go there?" he asks, dragging his lower lip between his teeth.

In answer to that, Connor sets down his wine and, on impulse, tugs his t-shirt over his head and dropping it on the floor. He braces his hands against the counter and raises an eyebrow, head tilted.

"Be my guest."

Lee's eyes light up and he locks his gaze on Connor's, his hair a little disheveled from pulling off his shirt. "I like you," he says, letting himself reach out and run a hand down Connor's naked chest, thumb brushing his nipping. "I like you a lot."

Trailing his hand lower, he catches his fingers in Connor's waistband, thumb circling the button on the front of his jeans. Lee brings his other hand up to open it, then tugs down Connor's zipper. He is aching to kiss Connor, but he's learned his lesson as far as that's concerned. As much as he loves kissing, he knows not everyone is so keen on it in these sorts of situations.

Connor lets that go unanswered as Lee unbuttons him, unzips him. His dick is already well on its way to being hard, swelling obscenely under the black cotton of his boxer-briefs. He bites his lip and grins.

"Are you going to expect me to be pathetically grateful?" he asks, still grinning. "Going to want me to do everything on that list?"

"I told you, it's a long list," Lee replies, licking his lips as he sees the way Connor's dick is tenting his boxer briefs. He presses the fingers of one hand against the ridge of it, rubbing along the length. "And I don't expect anything from you."

Swallowing, he drops carefully to his knees, inhaling Connor's scent as he hooks his fingers into the waist of Connor's jeans, working them down. He knows he's the one who should be grateful, having someone as young and beautiful here with him, wanting him, if only for the night.

The slight touch to his dick makes something familiar jump inside him. He shifts his hips forwards slightly, tilting his head to look at Lee as he goes down onto his knees. Connor smiles down at him.

"I don't know," he says, shifting his hips again as Lee strips him. "Might be nice to be at the mercy of that list."

"You got a couple days to devote to it?" Lee asks, and he's mostly joking. The day after tomorrow he has a date with an IV and an uncomfortable chair, and he's sure Connor has better things to do. He licks his lips, peeling Connor's briefs off the same way he did his jeans, leaving all of it pooled around Connor's ankles.

Again, he feels exceptionally lucky when he fixes his eyes on Connor's cock, mostly hard and hanging between his thighs, thick and ruddy and longer than Lee had hoped. He exhales, watching the way Connor's dick twitches at the gust of warm breath, the wraps one hand carefully around the base of it, holding it steady so he can run his tongue over the tip, tasting Connor for the first time. He groans, his eyes fluttering closed; he even tastes amazing.

Connor's lost count of how many blowjobs he's had in the decade he's been sexually active. How many different guys had been on their knees in front of him. It never gets old. Connor is particularly proud of his cock and he really, really enjoys the way that Lee lets out a breath when he sees it. When Lee's tongue touches him, Connor's head rolls back, his fingers flexing against the edge of the counter.

Years ago, Lee used to like to think he wasn't one of those gays, the kind that just fucked their way through the local gay bar and dropped to their knees at every available dick. He had a boyfriend, was even considered marriage, having a family. And then everything fell apart, and Lee ended up back where he'd been in college. It's not the worst thing in the world, but sometimes he wonders what life would be like if he could just be in love again.

Connor's dick helps him feel better. It's thick and hot in his mouth, and Connor's body moves in concert with the way he bobs over Connor's cock, taking it deep, hoping he doing at least a reasonably good job. The feeling of it at the back of his throat brings tears to his eyes and he loves it, it makes his own dick ache in his pants. It almost makes him forget what else he could have had.

Lee is good at this, which makes Connor feel a little vindicated, a little dizzy. He rocks his hips slowly, keeping his thrusts shallow; he's aware of the size of his cock and he wants to give Lee a little time to get used to it. He has, from time to time, enjoyed pushing his fingers into a guy's hair and fucking his face but that? Isn't really the dynamic he's interested in here. He's not sure what he wants out of tonight, but it's not that.

He's intensely aware of being entirely naked, of Lee still being clothed on his knees and there's something about that that makes it hotter, too. He swallows back a moan, aware of just how quickly Lee's gotten him to this point.

Lee hasn't been with a guy like Connor in a long time, someone young and attractive and not only aware of it, but manages to not be an asshole about it. And he's got an amazing cock, one of the nicest Lee's ever had in his mouth. He feels like he won the gay man lottery tonight.

He moans around the girth of Connor's dick, his fingertips digging a bit into Connor's hips. He thinks he'd really like to feel Connor's cock up his ass later, if that's something Connor's into, among other things. He wasn't joking about all the things he wants tonight, if he can get some of them. If he had his way, he'd stay up until dawn fucking Connor in every way imaginable. He knows his body isn't going to let him do that, but he's going to try his damnedest.

That moan, the pressure of Connor's fingertips on his hips only makes the whole thing better. Connor rocks his hips forward a little deeper, a little harder this time, his eyelashes fluttering when his cock nudges the back of Lee's throat. He's in a mood to be taken apart completely, to fuck until he can't think straight.

He only hopes that Lee's got enough on his list to accomplish that.

Lee feels Connor press in deep, his dick bumping the back of Lee's throat, and he swallows around it, pushing impossibly closer. He hasn't felt this sexy in forever, deep throating someone who could literally have anyone he wants. He pulls back to breathe, then sinks down again, far enough that the tip of his nose presses into Connor's lower abdomen. He holds there, swallowing, then sliding back, all the way off Connor's dick so he can take a deep breath.

"Fuck, you're incredible," he moans before he catches the end of Connor's erection between his lips again, licking over the slit. He curls one hand around Connor's buttock and pulls it a little to the side, fingers walking along the flesh until he can rub the end of his middle finger against Connor's hole. He hums again, his mouth sliding down Connor's shaft a few centimeters, and he can't decide if he's more desperate to fuck Connor, or have Connor fuck him. Maybe, if Connor stays long enough, he can have both.

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