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 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.

"I feel like I ought to be calling you Sir," he says, laughing, breathless, his hips still rocking backwards, pushing back into Lee's fingers. His fingers flex against the countertop.

Lee breathes out hotly against the plane of Connor's back, and he bumps his fingers into Connor a little harder. "Tell me that's because you want me to dominate you," he says, voice rough as he keeps screwing Connor with his hand, "and not because I'm a decade older than you."

"Ah!" Connor weighs up a couple of possible answers to that question in his head and then bites his lip over a smirk. "Little of column a?"

"Ooh, you're lucky you're so hot," Lee warns, turning his head and grazing his teeth over Connor's skin. There's a very strong part of him that wants to just pull his fingers out and push right in, but they'll probably both regret it if he doesn't use more lube the first time, and he knows better than to fuck a virtual stranger bareback, even if he's not that worried about diseases himself.

He reaches for the condom left-handed, fingers still buried in Connor's ass, and tears it open with his teeth. That's when he pulls his fingers free, removing the condom from the package and rolling it on with a practiced ease. He briefly considers ordering Connor to lube him up, but he doesn't want Connor to move right now, so he'll save that for later. Grabbing the tube, he squeezes lube onto his fingers, then spreads it over his cock.

"Tell me you want it," he demands, though there's still a measure of kindness to his voice. "I want to hear you say it."

"Why don't you tell me how hot I am some more first?" Asks Connor, because if Lee's into the idea of dominating him then Connor's totally not above giving him something to work with.

Lee isn't sure if Connor's baiting him or being serious, but he's well past the point of waiting to get his cock up Connor's ass.

"You know you are," he hisses, crowding up behind Connor, letting his slick cock fit into the cleft of Connor's ass. "You're one of those pretty boys who thinks they can have anything they want," he goes on, and there is a very heavy measure of truth to what Lee's saying, but he's making it sharper than it needs to be. "But really, you'd beg me, wouldn't you? Because you like what you see, you want to know what it will feel like when I get inside you."

It's killing him a little, but Lee is slow and deliberate about the way he slides his dick against Connor, just a little up and down motion, nowhere near penetrating.

"I'm not giving it to you until you beg," he growls, his mouth close to Connor's spine, body shaking with the effort of holding back.

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.