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 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."

On 16 November 2015 at 22:24, lee_fallon - DW Comment < dw_null@dreamwidth.org> wrote:

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.

He does like that. He keeps his hold on Lee, keeping him spread as he goes to work with his tongue, licking, sucking, easing him open. He punctuates the action of his mouth with the occasional moan. His cock is hard enough to be aching again.

Lee is positively shaking when Connor gets after it, and he can't stop his body from swaying back into the wet attention of Connor's tongue. He catches his fists in the blankets and he mewls, pushing his thighs impossibly wider. He can feel Connor's split collecting on the underside of his balls, and the only thing that would make this better is if he could watch it happening.

"Fuck, more," he gasps out, arching his hips backward. "I need your fingers in me, put your fingers in me."

Connor's mouth is occupied so Lee doesn't get called 'daddy' again. Not right then anyway. He reaches for the lube, liberally coating two fingers before he starts easing into Lee's ass, lapping at his ass around his knuckle as he does.

Fuck, Connor is so good at following Lee's directions, doing exactly what Lee wants and needs. Most of the sex Lee has anymore, this kind of thing is perfunctory, a means to an end. But Connor is utterly engaged in this, dedicated to his foreplay.

He can't remember the last time someone ate him out. It feels fucking amazing. The added feeling of the width of Connor's fingers pushing into him is making Lee's body shake, his cock start to harden.

"I can't wait for you to fuck me," Lee moans, arching back into Connor's touch. "I can't, can't wait to feel you, your big cock, oh fuck, Connor."

Edited Date: 2015-11-17 02:02 pm (UTC)

"You into the size of my cock, daddy?" He asks, smirking, teasing, twisting and crooning his fingers in Lee's ass, ducking his head to trail his tongue along the skin right behind Lee's balls. "Maybe you ought to ride it."

Lee groans, and any other day with any other man he'd get up and take that dick like an absolute pro. But that's not the game they're playing here, and even though it's against his nature, Lee is committed to this performance.

"Next time," he grunts, pushing back into Connor's thrusting fingers. "If you're lucky. This time, you'll fuck me like I tell you to."

"Yes, daddy," says Connor, all but burying his face between Lee's cheeks to hide the fact that hes grinning. "How do you want to get fucked, daddy?"

Lee’s never done anything like this before, asked someone to talk to him like this, and he’s surprised at how much he likes it, how hearing Connor call him ‘daddy’ makes his body go tight with pleasure. The way Connor’s fingers are buried inside, there’s no way he doesn’t feel it too.

“I want to see your face,” he rasps, ducking his head. “I want to see how good it makes you feel to pound me into the mattress."

God, the way Lee's body tightens around his fingers is fucking obscene. Connor pulls his fingers almost all of the way out before thrusting them back in, hard.

"I'll fuck you however you want, daddy. I'll do any filthy thing you want."

God, he's loving this. He's flying b

Fuck, that would be very dangerous if Lee’s brain was working well enough to come up with anything dirtier than this. Maybe after Connor fucks him and he catches his breath inspiration will strike. Seeing Connor’s gorgeous face caught in pleasure is nothing if not inspiring.

“I need you in me,” he says, a tone of desperation to his voice. “I need you to fuck me so hard I forget who I am.” He’s keening, and the desperation is one hundred percent genuine. Being with Connor reminds Lee of who he was before he had to get used to the idea of dying, makes him feel alive, and he needs it to last as long as possible. “Get your fucking cock in me,” he growls, pushing up to his hands knees. “Do it now."

"Get on your back," says Connor, straightening up enough to reach for a condom. "Now."

He's supposed to be submitting but fuck it. He's never been that great at being good.

Lee knows he’s supposed to be playing the dominant role here, but hearing Connor make demands turns him on at least as much as making them himself. He turns himself onto his ass and then lays back pulling his legs up toward his chest without being told to do it. He’s aware it makes him look pathetic, like a slut, but he doesn’t care. He wants to tell Connor to hurry up, to fuck the condom, but he bites his tongue. He can wait.