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For my 50_smutlets claim, that belongs in my Within You, Without You universe.
Title: The Glass Onion
Author: Maple
Pairing: George/Lee
Word Count: 465
Rating: NC-17
My Table
30. Restraints
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George twisted and Lee turned, and he found Lee lying over his back, undulating and pressing against him. He kissed George’s shoulders, running his hands down the backs of George’s arms, while his hardened cock pressed the length of George’s arse crack.
“Feels good, babe. Loveyousomuch,” Lee muttered into the back of his neck while continuing to tease George’s cleft with his thick erection.
It was mad, utterly ridiculous, but he couldn’t stop the niggling cringe that welled up in him. A rational part of him knew that Lee wasn’t really proposing to top him here and now, but the irrational took over, and he flipped and rolled, pinning Lee under him.
The mischievous smile of surprise on Lee’s lips faded. George knew in that moment that Lee had suddenly understand what the action meant and George saw the unmistakable glare of disappointment in his eyes.
What began with the erotic writhing of slick skin over skin disintegrated into a cursory guilt-ridden blowjob followed by a short silent fuck. Unspoken hostile words of accusation and self-defense reverberated while they denied their anger behind closed eyes, which was punctuated only by unfulfilling climaxes.
George’s heart rate began to steady before he opened his eyes. His arm was stretched out, hand resting on Lee’s hip, Lee facing away from him and laying stalk still.
A feeling of extreme caution settled into George’s blood, just like sneaking back in was scarier than sneaking out in the first place. He knew that what he did with that hand in the next few seconds was vital.
He didn’t want to withdraw it completely and turn away. That would do nothing but erect an invisible wall down the middle of the bed and make for a grumpy morning tomorrow.
But if he rubbed his hand over Lee’s hip, snuggled against him and kissed the back of his shoulder like he wanted to, it would approximate an apology, which he certainly wasn’t going to do.
Settling on a course of action, he flexed his fingers, spreading them apart and pressed gently without any rubbing movement. He leaned in closer very slowly.
“Love you, mate,” he said simply, without any tone of apology or expectation.
Lee took a breath and leaning back towards him, looking over his shoulder.
“Love you, too.” There was no flowery affection in Lee’s words either, which clearly conveyed, ‘I’m still fucked off, but I don’t hate you.’
It was enough for George and he would gratefully accept it. He gave a Lee’s hip another mild squeeze and let go, rolling away to his own side of the bed. Pride was a stronger restraint than any Unforgivable curse.
Odd, how in spite of just shagging and being only inches from Lee in their own bed he still felt lonely.
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A/N - *meep* Oh my stupid boys won't just stop it already!
Title: The Glass Onion
Author: Maple
Pairing: George/Lee
Word Count: 465
Rating: NC-17
My Table
30. Restraints
~^~
George twisted and Lee turned, and he found Lee lying over his back, undulating and pressing against him. He kissed George’s shoulders, running his hands down the backs of George’s arms, while his hardened cock pressed the length of George’s arse crack.
“Feels good, babe. Loveyousomuch,” Lee muttered into the back of his neck while continuing to tease George’s cleft with his thick erection.
It was mad, utterly ridiculous, but he couldn’t stop the niggling cringe that welled up in him. A rational part of him knew that Lee wasn’t really proposing to top him here and now, but the irrational took over, and he flipped and rolled, pinning Lee under him.
The mischievous smile of surprise on Lee’s lips faded. George knew in that moment that Lee had suddenly understand what the action meant and George saw the unmistakable glare of disappointment in his eyes.
What began with the erotic writhing of slick skin over skin disintegrated into a cursory guilt-ridden blowjob followed by a short silent fuck. Unspoken hostile words of accusation and self-defense reverberated while they denied their anger behind closed eyes, which was punctuated only by unfulfilling climaxes.
George’s heart rate began to steady before he opened his eyes. His arm was stretched out, hand resting on Lee’s hip, Lee facing away from him and laying stalk still.
A feeling of extreme caution settled into George’s blood, just like sneaking back in was scarier than sneaking out in the first place. He knew that what he did with that hand in the next few seconds was vital.
He didn’t want to withdraw it completely and turn away. That would do nothing but erect an invisible wall down the middle of the bed and make for a grumpy morning tomorrow.
But if he rubbed his hand over Lee’s hip, snuggled against him and kissed the back of his shoulder like he wanted to, it would approximate an apology, which he certainly wasn’t going to do.
Settling on a course of action, he flexed his fingers, spreading them apart and pressed gently without any rubbing movement. He leaned in closer very slowly.
“Love you, mate,” he said simply, without any tone of apology or expectation.
Lee took a breath and leaning back towards him, looking over his shoulder.
“Love you, too.” There was no flowery affection in Lee’s words either, which clearly conveyed, ‘I’m still fucked off, but I don’t hate you.’
It was enough for George and he would gratefully accept it. He gave a Lee’s hip another mild squeeze and let go, rolling away to his own side of the bed. Pride was a stronger restraint than any Unforgivable curse.
Odd, how in spite of just shagging and being only inches from Lee in their own bed he still felt lonely.
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A/N - *meep* Oh my stupid boys won't just stop it already!