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For my 50_smutlets claim, that belongs in my Within You, Without You universe.
Title: The Glass Onion
Pairing: George/Lee
Word Count: 822
Rating: NC-17
Warning/AN: Pre-DH, Beta by mrsquizzical and queenbe23more
My Table
42. How - To
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They had shared some intimacy over the past week, touching each other and touching themselves for the other to watch, but they hadn’t actually made love since George had nearly demanded that Lee shag him.
The ensuing awkwardness of coming out to the family had been prominent in their minds as well.
Now George lay back on the bed, propped up on pillows, while Lee lay on his stomach between George’s bent knees.
Lee rested his face on George’s torso, leaving noncommittal trails up and down George’s bare hip with his finger, punctuated with the occasional kiss, and the more than occasional ‘sigh’.
“All right, Lee, let’s have it.”
“What?” Lee raised his head.
“You’ve been sighing all evening. Now either you’ve got something on your mind or you’ve sprung a leak.”
Lee sighed again. “It’s work.”
“Yeah? Cornforth finally trying to get into your pants?”
“Of course not. And; ew!”
“You know the old dandy has it in for you.”
“He does not. He’s a sweet old man. He’s like a grandfather.”
“Right. Nothing sweeter than having your grandpa sucking you off.”
“Will you stop it? This is serious.”
“We’re being serious? Hang on, then.” George closed his eyes and took a breath, summoning his very deep ‘serious face’ with a flair of the dramatic. “Ok. I’m ready.”
Lee narrowed his eyes and reached up and pinched George’s nipple.
“Oww!” George yelled, defensively covering his nipples, both of them, just in case the other might be in jeopardy as well. “I think you took hair with that one!”
“I said this was serious.”
“And a Nipple Cripple demands solemnity?”
Lee pursed his full lips and exhaled sharply through his nose.
“Very well then,” George conceded, keeping his arms crossed over his chest. “Tell me this very serious business of yours.”
Lee let the annoyance slide off his face and set into composure again before speaking.
“Am I still funny?” he asked.
George bit the inside of his cheek. “Well, not funnier than me.”
“Arg! You said you’d be serious!”
“You can’t talk about funny seriously!” George tried to poke Lee in the sides but he pulled out of the way.
He sat up and climbed onto George’s lap, pinning his wrists to the side. “Do you still think I’m funny or not?”
“Right now you’re a little scary, actually.”
“George!” Lee yelled at him with exasperation. He released George’s wrists and collapsed onto his chest. Wriggling just a bit, Lee snuggling the top of his head under George’s chin, and melted against him.
“Oh, all right. Serious, then. Tell me.” George put his arms around Lee, flexing his arms as he squeezed for assurance.
Lee’s voice was slightly muted with his face mashed against George’s chest.
“Mr. Cornforth told me that Mr. Ganis from the WWN - he’s the one that started the news programs on the wireless, remember?”
“Hmm,” George acknowledged, not risking speaking yet.
“So, this Mr. Ganis has been granted permission to have a news correspondent sit in on the Burke trial in the Wizengamot. He didn’t say it outright, but I think he was hinting at me for the job.”
“That is a bit serious.”
Lee nodded, his fuzzy strands of hair rasping on the scruff on George’s chin.
“In that case, my friend, you are still a pleasure to listen to. Especially when you’re charged up about something. You’re clever and articulate; there’s not a person you can’t charm, you know.”
“But am I different now? Maybe I was all that before. But …?”
George tilted his head, caught Lee’s chin with his finger, and raised it.
“Still,” George said in Lee’s brown eyes with a smile and kissed him. “And I’m being completely and totally serious. Honestly.”
“I’d like to do it, I have to admit,” Lee lowered his eyes looking ashamed and irritated. “I’m not too keen about this trial. But maybe if I could figure out how to be professional about it, make it mine... Maybe I’ll be ok.”
George grinned. His heart fairly bursting with pride and adoration, he gripped Lee, rolling them over so that Lee was underneath him.
“You will be brilliant. And that bloody bastard will never hurt you again.”
George took another kiss and wriggled his hips between Lee’s legs.
Lee’s eyebrows rose in question at the action. “Oh?” he said, raising his knees and welcoming George between his thighs. “You up for this, now?”
“Yeah,” George answered, pressing his lengthening cock against him. “Let me take care of you for awhile.”
“Yes.” Lee nodded, raising his head to press his cheek against George’s collarbone. “And I’m sorry.” He leaned over and kissed the reddened nub that he’d pinched earlier. “I wasn’t trying to hurt you.”
“Didn’t really hurt me,” George said, insinuating a hand between them, positioning.
“But I really shouldn’t ha- oh.” He broke off as George pressed into him.
George groaned softly. “ … Seriously.”
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Title: The Glass Onion
Pairing: George/Lee
Word Count: 822
Rating: NC-17
Warning/AN: Pre-DH, Beta by mrsquizzical and queenbe23more
My Table
42. How - To
~^~
They had shared some intimacy over the past week, touching each other and touching themselves for the other to watch, but they hadn’t actually made love since George had nearly demanded that Lee shag him.
The ensuing awkwardness of coming out to the family had been prominent in their minds as well.
Now George lay back on the bed, propped up on pillows, while Lee lay on his stomach between George’s bent knees.
Lee rested his face on George’s torso, leaving noncommittal trails up and down George’s bare hip with his finger, punctuated with the occasional kiss, and the more than occasional ‘sigh’.
“All right, Lee, let’s have it.”
“What?” Lee raised his head.
“You’ve been sighing all evening. Now either you’ve got something on your mind or you’ve sprung a leak.”
Lee sighed again. “It’s work.”
“Yeah? Cornforth finally trying to get into your pants?”
“Of course not. And; ew!”
“You know the old dandy has it in for you.”
“He does not. He’s a sweet old man. He’s like a grandfather.”
“Right. Nothing sweeter than having your grandpa sucking you off.”
“Will you stop it? This is serious.”
“We’re being serious? Hang on, then.” George closed his eyes and took a breath, summoning his very deep ‘serious face’ with a flair of the dramatic. “Ok. I’m ready.”
Lee narrowed his eyes and reached up and pinched George’s nipple.
“Oww!” George yelled, defensively covering his nipples, both of them, just in case the other might be in jeopardy as well. “I think you took hair with that one!”
“I said this was serious.”
“And a Nipple Cripple demands solemnity?”
Lee pursed his full lips and exhaled sharply through his nose.
“Very well then,” George conceded, keeping his arms crossed over his chest. “Tell me this very serious business of yours.”
Lee let the annoyance slide off his face and set into composure again before speaking.
“Am I still funny?” he asked.
George bit the inside of his cheek. “Well, not funnier than me.”
“Arg! You said you’d be serious!”
“You can’t talk about funny seriously!” George tried to poke Lee in the sides but he pulled out of the way.
He sat up and climbed onto George’s lap, pinning his wrists to the side. “Do you still think I’m funny or not?”
“Right now you’re a little scary, actually.”
“George!” Lee yelled at him with exasperation. He released George’s wrists and collapsed onto his chest. Wriggling just a bit, Lee snuggling the top of his head under George’s chin, and melted against him.
“Oh, all right. Serious, then. Tell me.” George put his arms around Lee, flexing his arms as he squeezed for assurance.
Lee’s voice was slightly muted with his face mashed against George’s chest.
“Mr. Cornforth told me that Mr. Ganis from the WWN - he’s the one that started the news programs on the wireless, remember?”
“Hmm,” George acknowledged, not risking speaking yet.
“So, this Mr. Ganis has been granted permission to have a news correspondent sit in on the Burke trial in the Wizengamot. He didn’t say it outright, but I think he was hinting at me for the job.”
“That is a bit serious.”
Lee nodded, his fuzzy strands of hair rasping on the scruff on George’s chin.
“In that case, my friend, you are still a pleasure to listen to. Especially when you’re charged up about something. You’re clever and articulate; there’s not a person you can’t charm, you know.”
“But am I different now? Maybe I was all that before. But …?”
George tilted his head, caught Lee’s chin with his finger, and raised it.
“Still,” George said in Lee’s brown eyes with a smile and kissed him. “And I’m being completely and totally serious. Honestly.”
“I’d like to do it, I have to admit,” Lee lowered his eyes looking ashamed and irritated. “I’m not too keen about this trial. But maybe if I could figure out how to be professional about it, make it mine... Maybe I’ll be ok.”
George grinned. His heart fairly bursting with pride and adoration, he gripped Lee, rolling them over so that Lee was underneath him.
“You will be brilliant. And that bloody bastard will never hurt you again.”
George took another kiss and wriggled his hips between Lee’s legs.
Lee’s eyebrows rose in question at the action. “Oh?” he said, raising his knees and welcoming George between his thighs. “You up for this, now?”
“Yeah,” George answered, pressing his lengthening cock against him. “Let me take care of you for awhile.”
“Yes.” Lee nodded, raising his head to press his cheek against George’s collarbone. “And I’m sorry.” He leaned over and kissed the reddened nub that he’d pinched earlier. “I wasn’t trying to hurt you.”
“Didn’t really hurt me,” George said, insinuating a hand between them, positioning.
“But I really shouldn’t ha- oh.” He broke off as George pressed into him.
George groaned softly. “ … Seriously.”
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