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's eyes light up and he locks his gaze on Connor's, his hair a little disheveled from pulling off his shirt. "I like you," he says, letting himself reach out and run a hand down Connor's naked chest, thumb brushing his nipping. "I like you a lot."

Trailing his hand lower, he catches his fingers in Connor's waistband, thumb circling the button on the front of his jeans. Lee brings his other hand up to open it, then tugs down Connor's zipper. He is aching to kiss Connor, but he's learned his lesson as far as that's concerned. As much as he loves kissing, he knows not everyone is so keen on it in these sorts of situations.

Connor lets that go unanswered as Lee unbuttons him, unzips him. His dick is already well on its way to being hard, swelling obscenely under the black cotton of his boxer-briefs. He bites his lip and grins.

"Are you going to expect me to be pathetically grateful?" he asks, still grinning. "Going to want me to do everything on that list?"

"I told you, it's a long list," Lee replies, licking his lips as he sees the way Connor's dick is tenting his boxer briefs. He presses the fingers of one hand against the ridge of it, rubbing along the length. "And I don't expect anything from you."

Swallowing, he drops carefully to his knees, inhaling Connor's scent as he hooks his fingers into the waist of Connor's jeans, working them down. He knows he's the one who should be grateful, having someone as young and beautiful here with him, wanting him, if only for the night.

The slight touch to his dick makes something familiar jump inside him. He shifts his hips forwards slightly, tilting his head to look at Lee as he goes down onto his knees. Connor smiles down at him.

"I don't know," he says, shifting his hips again as Lee strips him. "Might be nice to be at the mercy of that list."

"You got a couple days to devote to it?" Lee asks, and he's mostly joking. The day after tomorrow he has a date with an IV and an uncomfortable chair, and he's sure Connor has better things to do. He licks his lips, peeling Connor's briefs off the same way he did his jeans, leaving all of it pooled around Connor's ankles.

Again, he feels exceptionally lucky when he fixes his eyes on Connor's cock, mostly hard and hanging between his thighs, thick and ruddy and longer than Lee had hoped. He exhales, watching the way Connor's dick twitches at the gust of warm breath, the wraps one hand carefully around the base of it, holding it steady so he can run his tongue over the tip, tasting Connor for the first time. He groans, his eyes fluttering closed; he even tastes amazing.

Connor's lost count of how many blowjobs he's had in the decade he's been sexually active. How many different guys had been on their knees in front of him. It never gets old. Connor is particularly proud of his cock and he really, really enjoys the way that Lee lets out a breath when he sees it. When Lee's tongue touches him, Connor's head rolls back, his fingers flexing against the edge of the counter.

Years ago, Lee used to like to think he wasn't one of those gays, the kind that just fucked their way through the local gay bar and dropped to their knees at every available dick. He had a boyfriend, was even considered marriage, having a family. And then everything fell apart, and Lee ended up back where he'd been in college. It's not the worst thing in the world, but sometimes he wonders what life would be like if he could just be in love again.

Connor's dick helps him feel better. It's thick and hot in his mouth, and Connor's body moves in concert with the way he bobs over Connor's cock, taking it deep, hoping he doing at least a reasonably good job. The feeling of it at the back of his throat brings tears to his eyes and he loves it, it makes his own dick ache in his pants. It almost makes him forget what else he could have had.

Lee is good at this, which makes Connor feel a little vindicated, a little dizzy. He rocks his hips slowly, keeping his thrusts shallow; he's aware of the size of his cock and he wants to give Lee a little time to get used to it. He has, from time to time, enjoyed pushing his fingers into a guy's hair and fucking his face but that? Isn't really the dynamic he's interested in here. He's not sure what he wants out of tonight, but it's not that.

He's intensely aware of being entirely naked, of Lee still being clothed on his knees and there's something about that that makes it hotter, too. He swallows back a moan, aware of just how quickly Lee's gotten him to this point.

Lee hasn't been with a guy like Connor in a long time, someone young and attractive and not only aware of it, but manages to not be an asshole about it. And he's got an amazing cock, one of the nicest Lee's ever had in his mouth. He feels like he won the gay man lottery tonight.

He moans around the girth of Connor's dick, his fingertips digging a bit into Connor's hips. He thinks he'd really like to feel Connor's cock up his ass later, if that's something Connor's into, among other things. He wasn't joking about all the things he wants tonight, if he can get some of them. If he had his way, he'd stay up until dawn fucking Connor in every way imaginable. He knows his body isn't going to let him do that, but he's going to try his damnedest.

That moan, the pressure of Connor's fingertips on his hips only makes the whole thing better. Connor rocks his hips forward a little deeper, a little harder this time, his eyelashes fluttering when his cock nudges the back of Lee's throat. He's in a mood to be taken apart completely, to fuck until he can't think straight.

He only hopes that Lee's got enough on his list to accomplish that.

Lee feels Connor press in deep, his dick bumping the back of Lee's throat, and he swallows around it, pushing impossibly closer. He hasn't felt this sexy in forever, deep throating someone who could literally have anyone he wants. He pulls back to breathe, then sinks down again, far enough that the tip of his nose presses into Connor's lower abdomen. He holds there, swallowing, then sliding back, all the way off Connor's dick so he can take a deep breath.

"Fuck, you're incredible," he moans before he catches the end of Connor's erection between his lips again, licking over the slit. He curls one hand around Connor's buttock and pulls it a little to the side, fingers walking along the flesh until he can rub the end of his middle finger against Connor's hole. He hums again, his mouth sliding down Connor's shaft a few centimeters, and he can't decide if he's more desperate to fuck Connor, or have Connor fuck him. Maybe, if Connor stays long enough, he can have both.

Connor feels pretty incredible right then, with Lee all but worshipping his cock like that. When Lee's hand wanders, his fingers straying into the cleft of Connor's ass, Connor rolls his hips, rocking between Lee's fingers and his mouth.

"Does any part of your list include me on all fours with your cock buried in my ass?" He asks, breath coming a little harder now, a little faster. "Because I could be really, really into that."

Lee groans, pushing his mouth down again before drawing back, letting Connor's cock slip out of his mouth. He takes it up in his hand, stroking it while he looks up at Connor's face from his place at Connor's feet.

"It does," he replies, his voice rough. "Fuck, yes, it absolutely does." Part of him wants to stay here, to finish Connor off with his mouth, to feel Connor come all over his tongue. But he's losing his grip, and he's so hard he can barely see straight. Mouthing at Connor's hip bone, his fingers curl, the end of his middle finger slipping shallowly into Connor's ass.

"Will you stay?" he asks, his teeth dragging over Connor's hip, lips closing to suck a faint bruise into the skin. "There's so much I want to do with you."

Apparently, Lee falls into the category of older guy with plenty of experience who knows exactly what to do with his cock. Connor finds himself grateful that he won't be doing all the work here. Biting his lip, rolling his hips between Lee's hands (dry, the finger burns a little, but he's had worse and the friction sends an electro jolt right to the tip of his cock).

"I'll stay," he says, nodding. "You can do whatever you want to me."

Lee's first instinct is to say thank you, but he knows it will come out sounding pathetic and unsexy so he doesn't say anything at all. Instead, he closes his eyes and turns his face, burying it against Connor's groin, Connor's cock hard against his cheek. He opens his mouth and sucks a wet kiss into the base of Connor's dick, his tongue laving and lapping at the skin as he moves along the impressive length of the shaft.

"You have an amazing cock," he says, his lips brushing the tip of it as he speaks. He catches the head of it again, rolling his tongue all around it before sucking a little. He's got time now, knowing Connor's not planning to get off and get out, so he decides he's going to take this blowjob to the end, unless Connor makes him stop.

Moving his hand away from Connor's ass, he shifts so he can cup Connor's balls, squeezing them gently as he starts moving his mouth on Connor's dick again, taking him as deeply as he can while still being able to breathe reliably. Saliva is starting to collect beneath Lee's chin and it makes him groan; he hasn't spent this long sucking a guy's cock in years, and he fucking loves it.

When Lee presses his face against him, Connor cradles the back of his head with one hand, fingers pushing into short hair. He's going to have a bruise from Lee's mouth tomorrow and he finds that the idea of it there, right next to his cock, hidden by pants and underwear, is unbelievably hot. He feels like he's running a fever.

"Well thank you," he says, breathless, smirking. When Lee's mouth goes back over him he groans, head falling back. "You want me to come in your mouth?" He asks. When he's the one on his knees, Connor kind of has a thing for facials - how dirty, bad, wrong they feel - but right now he's content to go wherever Lee is leading.

God, it's the million dollar question, and Lee moans at the possibilities. He wants to take Connor on a vacation somewhere, a cabana on a beach, and just spend days fucking him and sucking him and doing everything he's ever wanted to do with a gorgeous man like him. He rolls his eyes up to Connor's face, and he wishes he could convey some of what he's thinking without words, but they're way too new for that.

Connor has this look in his eyes, though, and Lee decides if he can't have his beach, he's going to take the next best thing. He takes Connor deep, then slides back, careful when he pulls off to not let Connor's cock just spring out of his mouth. He has to let go of Connor completely, just for a moment, so he can pull his shirt off, baring his chest.

"Come on me," he says, his voice husky and a little rough from having Connor's cock in his throat. He reaches out and takes Connor in hand, stroking him fluidly. "I'm going to suck you again," he tells Connor, looking up to his face again. "And when you're ready, just pull out and come on me."

He doesn't wait for Connor to answer him, just pushes back up and takes Connor's dick between his lips again, sucking him down, taking him all the way with each pass now. The burn of Connor's cock at the back of his throat brings tears to his eyes, and he's so turned on he feels like he could spontaneously combust. It's the best he's felt in years.

With the tone of Lee's voice, the look on his face as he says it, Connor has a feeling that it's not going to take long. Lee's pretty amazing at sucking cock, which, Connor figures had got to be the pay off for what he thinks is probably a decade extra experience.

"Jesus, that's so slutty," he says and he wonders if he wouldn't prefer to be the one on his knees right then.

It doesn't take long before his fingers are tightening in Lee's hair slightly, holding him, pulling his mouth off his cock. Connor wraps his fingers around himself, jerking quickly.

"Jesus," he mumbles as he comes, quicker than he's expecting, actually, spurting hot and liquid across Lee's chest and neck.

Lee is finding that he loves the way Connor talks, easy and comfortable with his sexuality, with doing dirty things with a man quite a bit older than him. It makes Lee feel a little reckless, a bit more vivacious, and he appreciates it immensely.

He makes an embarrassing sound when Connor's fingers grip the short strands of his hair, and he watches with hooded eyes as Connor finishes himself off, shooting spunk across Lee's heaving chest. It's fucking beautiful, and Lee knows he's going to be replaying it in his head for weeks.

"Fuck," he groans, and he can't help himself, lifting a hand and smearing his palm through Connor's jizz, clinging warm to his skin. He makes sure to meet Connor's eyes when he brings his fingers to his mouth, licking some of the come away from the side of his index finger. He wants to say something, like tell Connor how good he tastes, but it sounds stupid even in his own head, so he just licks his swollen lips and sits back on his heels, catching his breath.

He leans back against the counter, breathing hard, cock softening in curled fingers and almost too sensitive to touch.

"I am pretty happy with just working through the list," he says. "Anything else you've always wanted to do to a twenty five year old?"

Fuck, twenty five. Lee had already made a guess at Connor's age, but hearing him say it makes Lee feel momentarily ancient. The way his knees are aching now isn't helping either.

There are at least a dozen things that come to mind when he tries to think of what to suggest they do next, but the thing that seems to be persistently at the top of it is kissing Connor's mouth. He reaches over and grabs his discarded t-shirt, using it to wipe Connor's cooling come off his chest and neck before he stands, tossing the shirt in the direction of his closet.

"How do you feel about making out with a guy who graduated college when you were still in middle school?" he asks, reaching out to brush his thumb over Connor's full lower lip.

Connor's lips part and he sucks on the tip of Lee's finger. He keeps his eyes on his face the whole time, eyebrows slightly raised. He doesn't say anything, figures he doesn't have to.

His refractory period is pretty short. He figures his body will make itself known soon enough.

A shiver works its way through Lee's body, and he lets go a shaky breath, wanting Connor to know what he's doing to him. He slides his damp thumbtip along the line of Connor's lip, the cups Connor's jaw with his palm, easing Connor's mouth into contact with his own.

The first kiss is wet and warm, but just lips. Like wine, Lee tastes him first, slides back to feel the texture of Connor's lips, to rub his nose alongside Connor's. He puts enough space between them that he can flick his eyes open and see Connor's face, surveying, making sure this is okay before he continues.

Since he was a kid, doing this for the first time, Connor has always loved being kissed. His eyelashes flutter. A smile drags at the corner of his mouth. He leans in, chasing more, changing the angle of his head to nudge Lee's mouth open.

Lee sinks into Connor's mouth without further hesitation, bringing his other hand up to Connor's other cheek, holding him as he works their lips together. Connor tastes like whiskey and wine and youth, and Lee can't get enough of it, pressing his tongue in deep, chasing Connor's, learning every inch.

It feels so good, kissing someone like this, and Lee has Connor pinned to the counter, his hips arching. His instinct is to grind forward, find friction, but he's aware of Connor's bare skin and his own jeans, so he's careful to keep a little distance between them for the moment.