lee_fallon | 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 is finding that he loves the way Connor talks, easy and comfortable with his sexuality, with doing dirty things with a man quite a bit older than him. It makes Lee feel a little reckless, a bit more vivacious, and he appreciates it immensely.

He makes an embarrassing sound when Connor's fingers grip the short strands of his hair, and he watches with hooded eyes as Connor finishes himself off, shooting spunk across Lee's heaving chest. It's fucking beautiful, and Lee knows he's going to be replaying it in his head for weeks.

"Fuck," he groans, and he can't help himself, lifting a hand and smearing his palm through Connor's jizz, clinging warm to his skin. He makes sure to meet Connor's eyes when he brings his fingers to his mouth, licking some of the come away from the side of his index finger. He wants to say something, like tell Connor how good he tastes, but it sounds stupid even in his own head, so he just licks his swollen lips and sits back on his heels, catching his breath.

He leans back against the counter, breathing hard, cock softening in curled fingers and almost too sensitive to touch.

"I am pretty happy with just working through the list," he says. "Anything else you've always wanted to do to a twenty five year old?"

Fuck, twenty five. Lee had already made a guess at Connor's age, but hearing him say it makes Lee feel momentarily ancient. The way his knees are aching now isn't helping either.

There are at least a dozen things that come to mind when he tries to think of what to suggest they do next, but the thing that seems to be persistently at the top of it is kissing Connor's mouth. He reaches over and grabs his discarded t-shirt, using it to wipe Connor's cooling come off his chest and neck before he stands, tossing the shirt in the direction of his closet.

"How do you feel about making out with a guy who graduated college when you were still in middle school?" he asks, reaching out to brush his thumb over Connor's full lower lip.

Connor's lips part and he sucks on the tip of Lee's finger. He keeps his eyes on his face the whole time, eyebrows slightly raised. He doesn't say anything, figures he doesn't have to.

His refractory period is pretty short. He figures his body will make itself known soon enough.

A shiver works its way through Lee's body, and he lets go a shaky breath, wanting Connor to know what he's doing to him. He slides his damp thumbtip along the line of Connor's lip, the cups Connor's jaw with his palm, easing Connor's mouth into contact with his own.

The first kiss is wet and warm, but just lips. Like wine, Lee tastes him first, slides back to feel the texture of Connor's lips, to rub his nose alongside Connor's. He puts enough space between them that he can flick his eyes open and see Connor's face, surveying, making sure this is okay before he continues.

Since he was a kid, doing this for the first time, Connor has always loved being kissed. His eyelashes flutter. A smile drags at the corner of his mouth. He leans in, chasing more, changing the angle of his head to nudge Lee's mouth open.

Lee sinks into Connor's mouth without further hesitation, bringing his other hand up to Connor's other cheek, holding him as he works their lips together. Connor tastes like whiskey and wine and youth, and Lee can't get enough of it, pressing his tongue in deep, chasing Connor's, learning every inch.

It feels so good, kissing someone like this, and Lee has Connor pinned to the counter, his hips arching. His instinct is to grind forward, find friction, but he's aware of Connor's bare skin and his own jeans, so he's careful to keep a little distance between them for the moment.

Connor gets bored of that pretty quickly, actually. He snakes both hands down to Lee's ass, pulling their hips close together, grinning forward against the hard line of Lee's cock.

He's never minded pain in the heat of the moment, not if its constructive.

Lee groans into Connor's mouth at the way Connor handles him, and he gives in to what Connor obviously wants, bucking his hips forward. He's really hard, and feeling pressure against his dick is making him a little wild, his kisses getting dirtier, messier.

He breathes hot against Connor's mouth. moaning as he rolls his pelvis into Connor's. "God, I want to fuck you right here," he says, his voice a throaty whisper.

"Do it," says Connor, breathless, grinning. "Bend me over, open me up, fuck me right here." He rolls his hips forward. "I'm a slut. I deserve it."

It's play acting. They both know it more tense or not, it's getting him so hot.

Lee exhales hotly, his mouth against Connor's temple. "Oh fuck, yeah you do," he breathes, his hands moving down Connor's body, sliding around into the small of Connor's back. "You want my cock so bad, don't you?" he asks, his mouth wet against Connor's ear, tongue reaching out to trace the coil of Connor's helix.

"I want it?" He says, exhaling hotly, not having to work too hard to play the role right then. "God, I want it." He squirms between Lee's body and the counter. Every part of him feels like it's on fire.

"You'll get it," Lee replies, thrusting his hips forward once more in punctuation. "Don't move," he tells Connor, though it's not really a threat; he's not really worried Connor's going to go anywhere.

It's difficult to move away from Connor's heated body, but he makes himself do it, crossing to a little cabinet next to his bed and pulling open a drawer on the front. What he needs is right in reach and he grabs the tube and a single foil packet, moving quickly back to where Connor is standing in Lee's kitchen.

"Sir yes Sir," says Connor, wondering idly if that's something else on Lee's list. The only move he makes is ot kick out of jeans and underwear so that he's completely naked by the time Lee comes back.

Lee deposits the lube and the condom on the countertop, then takes a moment to let his eyes roam the length of Connor's naked body. He's so well made, the perfect combination of strong muscles and soft skin. He has a little patch of dark chest hair between his hard, dark pink nipples that Lee wants to spend a ridiculous amount of time licking, and a sparse treasure trail that fills out into a gorgeous thatch around the base of his half hard cock. Lee wants to rub his face through all of that hair, and he will, later, if Connor sticks around long enough.

Now, though, he has other plans. He locks his eyes on Connor's as he reaches down to pop the button on his jeans, drawing the zipper down afterward. It's not a sexy strip tease by any stretch of the imagination, but he wants to see Connor's face when they're finally both naked, so he keeps their gazes connected as he works his jeans and briefs over his hips at the same time, letting the waistband of his underwear catch his cock and make it spring up as he pulls his pants down.

He's enjoying being scrutinised and then Lee strips himself naked and Connor's eyes slip downwards. It's not a monster - he's unlikely to be walking crooked tomorrow - but it's also definitely nothing to be ashamed of.

He bites his lip over a grin.

"Well. Hello."

Lee huffs a bit of a laugh at Connor's reaction, but the truth is the way Connor is staring, the look in his eyes, makes Lee feel hot, sexy.

Both naked and unhindered, Lee reaches for Connor again, cupping his face and pulling him into another string of wet, warm kisses. The temperature rises quickly and Lee is unabashedly grinding his naked body into Connor's, their cocks rubbing roughly between them. He's so turned on and Connor is so good looking that Lee feels like he could probably get off just grinding here, if he did it long enough. But Connor's more than willing to let Lee fuck him, and there's no chance Lee would take this over that right now.

Pulling off abruptly, Lee gives Connor one last, dark look before grabbing him by the shoulders and turning him around.

It's abrupt, sure but it's far from the toughest thing he's ever had during a hook up. The way Lee handles him is hot and Lee is hot and Connor honestly couldn't be more into this than he is right now.

He glances back over his shoulder.

Lee's eyes roll up from where he was admiring Connor's ass to meet Connor's eyes, and again he's overwhelmed by everything he wants to do. For now he just reaches out to touch, his fingers sliding into the small of Connor's back in a way that's starting to become a habit. It's just the bare contact of Lee's fingertips along the line of Connor's spine, sliding over the jut of his tailbone and then just into the cleft of Connor's ass.

There will be time later, he keeps telling himself, he doesn't have to pace himself now. So he grabs the lube with his free hand, popping the cap and lifting his other hand so he can coat his first two fingers.

"Spread your legs," he commands softly, having an idea that Connor likes being ordered around a bit.

There's nothing harsh about Lee's voice but that's definitely a command and Connor obeys. Something flutters when he does - he hasn't hooked up like that often but, when he had, it's always felt incredible.

He bends over, catching his weight on bent arms and smoothly shifts his feet apart.

God, Connor's ass is amazing, just like the rest of him. With his thighs parted Lee can easily slide his fingers down the split between Connor's buttocks, finding Connor's hole and rubbing his fingertips against it. He can't help the husky breath that works its way out of him at the first touch, his cock twitching between his legs in anticipation.

Turning his hand, he slides his index finger into Connor all the way to his third knuckle in one, slick motion, moaning softly at the heat of Connor's body around him. He knows he doesn't have to be careful, but he wants to start that way, just to keep himself from totally losing it.

Connor probably hasn't been fingered as much as some guys but he's had enough that it isn't uncomfortable when Lee pressed a finger into him like that, especially with Lee's fingers well lubed.

Connor bites his lip, rocking his hips back slightly, fucking himself on Connor's fingers.

The way Connor moves against Lee encourages him and he lets himself finger fuck Connor the way he wants to, leaning in and bracing his left arm on the counter at Connor's side to give him better leverage. He pumps his single finger in and out, twisting his wrist as he does, testing, searching to see if he can find Connor's sweet spot.

When Lee's finger grazes against his prostate, Connor makes a soft, shocked sound, almost a groan.

"Fuck."

Lee's a little surprised and very pleased when he makes Connor gasp so quickly, and he finds that spot again, putting just a little pressure on it, committing its location to memory.

"Later, I'm just going to do this," he tells Connor, sliding his one finger back and pressing in with two, more slowly this time, but going right back to Connor's prostate. "I'm going to fuck you just like this," he says, resting his forehead against Connor's back as he watches his fingers disappear into Connor's body. "See if I can make you come for me," he finishes, pushing his fingers a little deeper, moving just a little faster.