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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It takes a lot of self control but Connor makes himself to slowly, easing into Lee's ass one slow inch at a time.

"What's daddy going to give me if I'm bad?"

It’s what Lee needs, and he rolls his head back, closing his eyes. He doesn’t want to wait, but he knows he has to, at least this time.

“I’ll put you over my knee,” Lee grits out, his head still thrown back, breathing as evenly as he can while Connor steadily penetrates him. “Tell me, tell me you want me,” he says, sucking an audible breath through his teeth.

Once he's in, all the way in, balls snug against Lee's ass, Connor gives him a moment to adjust.

"I want you," he says, sure that that's oak dummy obvious. "I want every dirty thing you want to do to me."

Lee closes his eyes again, taking a deep breath before he opens them again, letting the tension in his neck relax. He meets Connor’s eyes, and if Connor’s just telling Lee what he wants to hear, he’s doing a good job of looking convincing. It probably doesn’t hurt that he’s buried up to his balls in Lee’s ass.

“Right now, I want you to do it to me,” Lee tells him, his voice shot with desire. “Fuck me like you want to break me in half."

"Fuck yes," hisses Connor. He hitches Lee's leg higher and then rocks his hips back, pulling almost all of the way out of him before thrusting back in smoothly.

God, it feels so good, the width of Connor’s cock shoving inside him. He can get so deep, far enough in that Lee swears he can feel it in his stomach, and he fucking loves it.

“Your dick is fucking perfect,” he whimpers, reaching to get a grip on Connor’s shoulder, pulling him closer. “Everything about you is perfect. Fuck, Connor, please."

"Please what?" He asks, snapping his hips, fucking Lee hard and deep and rough. Thorough. "Let me hear it."

“Please, please,” Lee begs, his voice shaking with the power of Connor’s thrusts. His legs are aching, the way they’re stretched, and it feels so good, being taken, being used. “Please, Connor, harder, fuck me harder,” he manages to get out, one hand reaching above his head to brace himself against the wall, the other gripping Connor’s bunching bicep. “Harder, harder, please, fuck, please."

Connor snaps his hips, falling into the rhythm, fucking Lee so hard that he's pretty sure it's going to hurt tomorrow. Connor's had plenty of practice and he prides himself on knowing what to do with his cock.

He bends his head, catching Lee's mouth in a hungry kiss.

Lee lifts his head to push up into the kiss, shifting his hand to cup the back of Connor’s neck. Connor’s fucking him so hard that their teeth clack together as they kiss and kiss, deep and wet and messy. He’s going to be sore everywhere tomorrow and he can’t wait.

He moans sharply into Connor’s mouth with every one of Connor’s thrusts, fingertips digging into Connor’s cervical spine. He’s never come just from being fucked, but the way Connor takes him, he’s starting to think it’s possible.

"Touch yourself," instructs Connor, smudging the words against Lee's mouth. "Stroke your cock."

He rolls his hips, slamming back into Lee's body.

As soon as they're done, Lee’s going to lay down the law on the way Connor’s been ordering him around. But now he just does what Connor tells him, shoving his hand between them, cupping his fingers over his cock. He works his hand down each time Connor fills him, doing what he can to roll his body into Connor’s, meeting him, trying to pull more grunts and moans from his lips.

He has a feeling Connor is waiting for him to come first, though it’s probably not for a completely selfless reason. Either way, Lee understands, and he tears his mouth away so he can breathe and focus on the hot ball of pleasure growing at the base of his spine.

“Yes yes yes,” he pants, eyes wild, staring up into Connor’s gorgeous face, a beautiful blush blooming across the bridge of his nose and under his eyes, face shined with sweat. “So close, so close, Connor."

"Do it," says Connor, dark hair tumbled over his forehead, sweaty and ruffled, breathing hard. He drops his head, nipping at the skin over Lee's shoulder. "C'mon. I want it."

Again, Connor's ordering him, and Lee locks eyes with Connor, gives him a dark look before his breathing hitches, caught on a moan as he lets himself go. He keeps his eyes open as long as he can, but he's quickly overwhelmed, his body tightening around Connor's pistoning cock, making Connor feel even bigger inside.

That look's going to mean trouble later, Connor can feel it, and he's fighting against coming then and there just at the thought of that.

He buries his face against Lee's shoulder and fucks him as hard as he can.

Lee's entire body goes tight beneath Connor's thrusting, and he cries out brokenly, the hand between them squeezing around his dick as his orgasm overtakes him. He feels himself breaking into pieces, hyper aware of how Connor feels inside him, against him, becoming the narrow focus of Lee's entire universe. He can hear himself keening, voice shattering as he calls for Connor over and over again.

He feels Lee shoot, feels it make an unholy sticky mess between their bodies. He's not that close himself yet, so close to coming before, and he just keeps pounding into Lee like nothing has happened.

Lee can barely breathe as it is, and Connor's relentless thrusting is too much now that he's come. Usually he'd ask for Connor to slow down for a second, just so he could catch his breath, but he remembers the game they're playing, the wanton disobedience.

"Stop," he says, his voice harsh even to his own ears. "Stop right fucking now."

It takes him a few thrusts but he manages to go completely still, buried in Lee's ass.

"I..." His breath sobs out, harsh. "Fuck."

Lee's breathing hasn't evened, in fact it's even heavier than it was before, his eyes locked on Connor's. He's shaking, dizzy with the power he has here. He knows it's concentual, and he doesn't want to deny Connor anything. In fact his greatest desire is to give Connor exactly what he wants.

"Don't move," he commands, his voice trembling. "And tell me how bad you want to come."

"So freaking bad," says Connor, biting his lip, his hips trembling with the effort of holding himself still. "You're so tight."

"You made me that way," Lee says, his voice low and seductive. He stares deeply into Connor's eyes as he flexes his muscles around Connor's cock, squeezing him.

"Do you like being on top of me, Connor? Being in me? Will you think about me, after you leave?"

"I love it," he says, aching to start moving again. "I'm...shit. I'm not going to be able to get you off my mind."

Connor's answer takes Lee's breath away, and he's tempted to say something about, to tell Connor that he hopes, much more desperately than he should, that Connor's not lying.

He doesn't. Instead he clenches down around Connor again, shifting his hips just a little, giving Connor a taste. "Beg me to let you come," he says, voice a low whisper. "Make it good."

You can't fake experience and Lee is doing things with his ass that Connor is definitely filing away for future use.

"Fuck. Okay." He lets his head drop for a moment, drags in a slightly trembling breath. "Please let me come. I'll be good. I'll be so, so good, daddy. I'll do anything you want. I'll...fuck. I'll do a whole naked picture shoot for you if you let me come."