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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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.

"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.