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 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.

Lee tries to keep the pleasant shock off his face when Connor mentions 'other nights'. He's been making little comments all night about keeping Connor until morning, but he always suspected, even if it ends up being an overnight thing, it was still going to be a one night stand. Connor clearly seems interested in more, and Lee couldn't be more thrilled.

"I was thinking right here," he says, shifting so he's laying on his side next to Connor, his hand still stroking up and down the length of Connor's back. "On my back, with my legs over your shoulders."

"Sounds good to me," says Connor, leaning across Lee to grab the lube on the bedside table. "Are you sure you can handle it at that angle, old man?"

He's grinning when he says it.

"I have hamstrings like rubber bands," Lee replies. Cliché as it is, Lee's a Buddhist who does yoga, though he's been doing the latter as long as he's been doing men, and completely for that reason. "Remind me to show you how flexible I am sometime," he says, his hand running down to cup and squeeze Connor's ass before rolling off onto his back.

"I will definitely, definitely remind you," says Connor. He picks up the lube and looks at it for a second and then an eyebrow quirks. He bites his lip for a moment. "Roll over."

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Lee takes a moment to look at Connor's face before he complies, pushing himself onto his elbows and then fluidly flipping to lay face down at Connor's side.

Immediately, Connor leans over him, planting a kiss between his shoulder blades, starting to methodically work his way down the knobbled line of his spine. His hands are warm on Lee's hips, pressing him down onto the bed.

"Were you kidding?" he asks, his mouth somewhere in the region of the small of Lee's back. "About dominating me?"

"No," Lee replies, his head resting on the back of one of his hands, tipped to the side so he can breathe. "Do you want me to order you around right now?" he asks, rolling his spine beneath Connor's kisses, pushing into his mouth. "Tell you what I want you to do to me?"

Connor pauses, pressing a sucking kiss right against Lee's tailbone, teasing his skin with the tip of his tongue.

"How into that would you be?"

"As long as you promise you won't do anything you don't want to," Lee replies, closing his eyes and tipping his hips back. "I could be so into that."

"I will safe word the shit out of you if you ask for something I don't want to do," promises Connor. "Statue. That's my safe word."

Lee exhales something very close to a low moan. "Got it," he says, licking his lips, the idea of this happening now making his cock begin to stir beneath him. He takes a deep breath, breathing out slowly.

"Now, get down there and eat out my ass," he commands, his voice steady, strong.

It's what he was on his way down there to do anyway, but Connor shifts, obedient, settling himself between Lee's spread thighs. His squeezes the cheeks of Lee's ass with both hands, spreading him.

"Yes, daddy," he says. He's smirking, but a shiver goes down his spine at how hot it is. He ducks his head and presses the flat of his tongue against Lee's hole.

Lee can't help the strangled groan that comes out of him when Connor calls him 'daddy'. There's an edge of laughter to it, but mostly it's lust, burning hot in his belly. He fights the urge to push back against Connor's mouth, wanting it to start slowly. Tucking his arms beneath him, he lifts his head off the bed, letting it hang between his shoulders.

"Yeah, show me how much you like that," he pants, his fingers curling in the blankets.