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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: 973
Rating: NC-17
A/N: Thanks to mrsquizzical and queenbe23more for the help and beta!
My Table
32. Writing
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He hadn’t known until that moment how he would handle being with Lee, in the company of other queer men, all still virtually strangers. But now there was no question.
Lee was chatting away in that that high, fast way he did when he was excited. He was comfortable here, with blokes who had some understanding of their life. Not the way Lee usually was in the world, always cool and reserved. George thought he understood that a little better now. Lee’s demeanor was his own kind of defense between him and a world that he felt on the wrong side of.
“What shall we drink to, lads?” George asked brightly, as he entered the room.
Six wine glasses floated mid air in front of them as George filled them.
“How about to Lee’s good health?” Barry suggested, capturing a glass of wine out of the air. “You’re really are in amazing shape. And it was only a year ago ...”
“Oh, that’s true, Lee,” Lucas agreed, looking honestly fretful at the memory. “We thought you might never wake up, and now look at you!”
Lee responded graciously at the blatant mention of his ordeal. “Well, I got the best therapy possible in St. Mungo’s.”
“Prescribed Potions?” Adrian muttered. Billy pinched his arm while the rest ignored the comment.
“Love,” sighed Lucas, with a dreamy gaze between Lee and George.
George smirked as he captured a floating glass, handing it to Lee. “Actually, I think Lee was remembering the hand exercises,” George said, taking Lee’s obviously stiff and curled hand and helping him grip the glass, before slipping his arm around Lee’s waist.
The men averted their eyes and hurriedly sipped their wine in awkward silence.
“What?” George gestured a ‘wank.’ “Hand jobs are very motivating!” His macabre joke was met with the sporfeling and chuckles he was aiming for.
“I’ll drink to that,” Billy said, raising his glasses.
“Cheers!” George clinked their glasses together, and Billy seemed to perk up at the gesture of George’s approval, which in turn, earned him an appreciative nudge and nuzzle from Lee.
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“You!” Lee hissed after shutting the front door behind the last to leave.
“Me, what? I was very well-behaved. Didn’t pull a gag on a single one of them.” George defended himself.
Lee had his arms around George’s neck and their lips pressed together, ravishing him towards the couch. George kicked off his shoes along the way, and his trousers and pants trailed on the floor shortly after.
“Not that I m-mind, at all” George sniggered and struggled for breath between kisses. “But what brought this on?”
“As if you don’t know,” Lee answered, sinking to his knees on the floor in front of George, tossing his own shirt aside. “You could have had it off with Adrian. He wanted you. I could see it.”
“You know I would never …” George lost his quip as Lee smiled at him with languidly intoxicated eyes, before descending on his groin.
It felt decadent to sit half-naked under the full light of the living room, getting his cock expertly sucked off. George let himself relax into the pleasure of it, bending one knee, placing his heel on the couch near his bum, completely opening himself to Lee’s attentions. Lee’s mouth never left him but moved to suck on his bollocks and further back on the perineal skin drawing a long soft groan from George.
“You are so … talented. I’m … I’m sorry about arguing.” He wasn’t really, but he couldn’t control emotional waffling under these circumstances.
Lee answered with an amused purr, teasing a wet finger over George’s hole. Lee looked up at him through long lashes to gauge George’s reaction to this, and he reassured Lee with a needy moan, sliding further down the couch.
The small breach was familiar though not as alarming as it once was. Pulling away from mouthing at George’s genitals, Lee watched as his finger, now fingers, sunk deep inside of George.
The simple truth was, here in their own home, George felt really happy about them, about who they were and oh fuck how particularly amazing it was to be filled with Lee’s fingers, which felt like they were writing a love note on his insides. He could easily imagine having Lee properly fuck him right now.
Not only imagine it, he wanted it. He wanted to feel it and give his body to Lee in yet another way, committing himself.
At that moment Lee licked his lips wet again and took George’s cock deep into his throat with far more skill than George had yet mastered. He had little strength to resist the feeling of gratification both from front and back, watching Lee concentrate on pleasing him while tugging on his own cock as best he could with a hand that never quite cooperated with him.
When he came, he squirmed and twisted, gasping for breath, feeling his muscles pulsate around Lee’s fingers, and he thrust uncontrollably into Lee’s diligent mouth until it passed.
The longest of Lee’s short twists of hair fell over his face as he bowed over, fiercely masturbating himself. George sat forward to take over, since Lee’s crippled hand had yet been able to maintain the grip and strength long enough to jerk off.
Only just as he reached for him, Lee’s grunted, his come spurting over his open trousers and dripping into dark wooly hair.
“How about that?” George sighed, holding Lee’s head against his chest. “Looks like you might not need my right hand any more.”
Lee gibbered something quietly into George’s torso.
“What was that?”
Lee raised his face up at him. “I’m not going to give up your hand.”
“Good.” George held his face, and kissed him, thinking maybe they were both on their way to getting better again.
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A/N - For you dears who have stuck with me this far, thank you. We've caught up now with the time line for Within You, Without You, that I've been waiting for. I know what you've been waiting for, and it will finally happen in the next set of smutlets.
Title: The Glass Onion
Pairing: George/Lee
Word Count: 973
Rating: NC-17
A/N: Thanks to mrsquizzical and queenbe23more for the help and beta!
My Table
32. Writing
~^~
He hadn’t known until that moment how he would handle being with Lee, in the company of other queer men, all still virtually strangers. But now there was no question.
Lee was chatting away in that that high, fast way he did when he was excited. He was comfortable here, with blokes who had some understanding of their life. Not the way Lee usually was in the world, always cool and reserved. George thought he understood that a little better now. Lee’s demeanor was his own kind of defense between him and a world that he felt on the wrong side of.
“What shall we drink to, lads?” George asked brightly, as he entered the room.
Six wine glasses floated mid air in front of them as George filled them.
“How about to Lee’s good health?” Barry suggested, capturing a glass of wine out of the air. “You’re really are in amazing shape. And it was only a year ago ...”
“Oh, that’s true, Lee,” Lucas agreed, looking honestly fretful at the memory. “We thought you might never wake up, and now look at you!”
Lee responded graciously at the blatant mention of his ordeal. “Well, I got the best therapy possible in St. Mungo’s.”
“Prescribed Potions?” Adrian muttered. Billy pinched his arm while the rest ignored the comment.
“Love,” sighed Lucas, with a dreamy gaze between Lee and George.
George smirked as he captured a floating glass, handing it to Lee. “Actually, I think Lee was remembering the hand exercises,” George said, taking Lee’s obviously stiff and curled hand and helping him grip the glass, before slipping his arm around Lee’s waist.
The men averted their eyes and hurriedly sipped their wine in awkward silence.
“What?” George gestured a ‘wank.’ “Hand jobs are very motivating!” His macabre joke was met with the sporfeling and chuckles he was aiming for.
“I’ll drink to that,” Billy said, raising his glasses.
“Cheers!” George clinked their glasses together, and Billy seemed to perk up at the gesture of George’s approval, which in turn, earned him an appreciative nudge and nuzzle from Lee.
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“You!” Lee hissed after shutting the front door behind the last to leave.
“Me, what? I was very well-behaved. Didn’t pull a gag on a single one of them.” George defended himself.
Lee had his arms around George’s neck and their lips pressed together, ravishing him towards the couch. George kicked off his shoes along the way, and his trousers and pants trailed on the floor shortly after.
“Not that I m-mind, at all” George sniggered and struggled for breath between kisses. “But what brought this on?”
“As if you don’t know,” Lee answered, sinking to his knees on the floor in front of George, tossing his own shirt aside. “You could have had it off with Adrian. He wanted you. I could see it.”
“You know I would never …” George lost his quip as Lee smiled at him with languidly intoxicated eyes, before descending on his groin.
It felt decadent to sit half-naked under the full light of the living room, getting his cock expertly sucked off. George let himself relax into the pleasure of it, bending one knee, placing his heel on the couch near his bum, completely opening himself to Lee’s attentions. Lee’s mouth never left him but moved to suck on his bollocks and further back on the perineal skin drawing a long soft groan from George.
“You are so … talented. I’m … I’m sorry about arguing.” He wasn’t really, but he couldn’t control emotional waffling under these circumstances.
Lee answered with an amused purr, teasing a wet finger over George’s hole. Lee looked up at him through long lashes to gauge George’s reaction to this, and he reassured Lee with a needy moan, sliding further down the couch.
The small breach was familiar though not as alarming as it once was. Pulling away from mouthing at George’s genitals, Lee watched as his finger, now fingers, sunk deep inside of George.
The simple truth was, here in their own home, George felt really happy about them, about who they were and oh fuck how particularly amazing it was to be filled with Lee’s fingers, which felt like they were writing a love note on his insides. He could easily imagine having Lee properly fuck him right now.
Not only imagine it, he wanted it. He wanted to feel it and give his body to Lee in yet another way, committing himself.
At that moment Lee licked his lips wet again and took George’s cock deep into his throat with far more skill than George had yet mastered. He had little strength to resist the feeling of gratification both from front and back, watching Lee concentrate on pleasing him while tugging on his own cock as best he could with a hand that never quite cooperated with him.
When he came, he squirmed and twisted, gasping for breath, feeling his muscles pulsate around Lee’s fingers, and he thrust uncontrollably into Lee’s diligent mouth until it passed.
The longest of Lee’s short twists of hair fell over his face as he bowed over, fiercely masturbating himself. George sat forward to take over, since Lee’s crippled hand had yet been able to maintain the grip and strength long enough to jerk off.
Only just as he reached for him, Lee’s grunted, his come spurting over his open trousers and dripping into dark wooly hair.
“How about that?” George sighed, holding Lee’s head against his chest. “Looks like you might not need my right hand any more.”
Lee gibbered something quietly into George’s torso.
“What was that?”
Lee raised his face up at him. “I’m not going to give up your hand.”
“Good.” George held his face, and kissed him, thinking maybe they were both on their way to getting better again.
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A/N - For you dears who have stuck with me this far, thank you. We've caught up now with the time line for Within You, Without You, that I've been waiting for. I know what you've been waiting for, and it will finally happen in the next set of smutlets.