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Title: Roses and Violins
Pairing: George/Lee
Prompt: 12/13: I'll be your ... something-or-other
Rating: R
Word Count: 967
Summary: In which George and Lee finally figure out how to stop talking.
Link to Prompt Table: here
previous: 11. tinkering
George moved slowly, came closer, tilted his head. Lee mirrored the movement and stopped breathing, mainly because he couldn't remember how to do it.
"What are you doing?" The question bubbled out of Lee less than a second before their lips connected.
George closed his eyes briefly as if to calm himself. "If I have to explain it, I'm doing it wrong."
"But why?" Lee was talking quietly and his eyes were glued to George's lips. They were so close now that Lee could already feel the heat on his own lips.
"Because I want to, Genius."
"You don't."
George groaned, it was an exasperated sound. He let go of Lee and they both slumped back. Lee's back was the only part of his body that appreciated it.
"What do you want, Lee?"
That was simple, because Lee wanted George, and it was not so simple, as Lee wanted all of him. "I don't want to be your little experiment."
George eyes twinkled. "You can be my big experiment."
"You're still making fun of me."
"We suck at talking," George pointed out.
"I noticed." Lee closed his eyes. Had George just tried to kiss him? It had seemed so. But what did that mean? And more importantly, why the hell had Lee stopped him? Lee pondered if it was possible to kick himself in the groin. He'd really like to do that right now.
There was shifting and rustling and tugging and Lee froze as very unexpectedly a warm, heavy weight settled on top of his thighs. He stopped breathing yet again when he felt a hand on either side of his neck, the tips of George's fingers touching the base of his skull.
"Last time you sat on a couch like this and refused to open your eyes, you passed out." Lee felt George's breath on his face but he couldn't bring himself to look at him. "If you're going to pass out now, I'll hex you. That's a promise." George traced Lee's jaw with his thumbs on either side.
"Funny, Fred said almost the same about a week ago."
"Did he try to kiss you?" George asked.
"No, but he had his arms around me, I was half naked and my knees buckled. Does that count?" Lee couldn't resist and put his hands on George's thighs. It was unreal. George was straddling him, about to kiss him, and Lee moved his hands upwards over George's hips to his waist.
"When it comes to Fred, no."
"Fair enough." Lee opened his eyes tentatively. George was closer than he'd though, his face only inches away. Lee tilted his head again, just as George did the same. And then he came even closer. And then their lips finally touched. It was soft, there was barely any pressure, just a hint of a kiss, utterly perfect and far too short.
"Can we stop talking now?" George whispered.
"I'm not talking." Lee's brain hadn't shut up, though. 'He's straight,' it said, and yet, the way George shivered as Lee slid one hand beneath his shirt made Lee suspect that maybe he wasn't. And maybe that was only logical, because Lee didn't think George was someone who could or should be labelled.
"You so are talking." George kissed Lee again, more firmly this time. "And I can see you thinking."
"Shut up." Lee rubbed circles on George's back and George was moving his hips, kissed from one corner of Lee's mouth to the other.
"Shut up yourself."
George licked Lee's bottom lip and sucked it into his mouth. The grip of his thighs tightened, Lee felt the muscles flex against his hips.
There was only so much teasing one man could endure. Lee's brain waved a little white flag and surrendered. He put his free hand on the back of George's head and pulled them closer together, remembering how to kiss back, remembering that he'd wanted this for years, that it was finally there and that he was going to take as much as possible as long as it lasted.
He moved his lips and George did the same. The kiss was playful, at first, and they were both grinning. It changed, though, when Lee let his tongue explore, sucked on George's, groaned quietly. He ran his hand up and down George's back, went lower, squeezed George's arse through the rough fabric of his jeans and pulled until he could feel George's groin against his own and there was sweet friction.
George was hard. For Lee. Right now. Lee was going to implode. Or explode. In any case leave a mess.
And then the kiss deepened and there wasn't enough air, there was George's tongue, slick and hot, his own tongue, his hands, George's hands, far too many clothes, and just as Lee started to tug at the hem of George's shirt, violins began to play.
George broke the kiss. "Fuck, Jordan." He panted and Lee tried to stop himself from looking too smug.
Their foreheads were pressed together and the ridiculously mushy music continued to play in the background. Something brushed the side of Lee's face and he opened his eyes. George was bloody gorgeous. His lips were puffy and red, his face flushed, hair tousled, he was looking at Lee slightly dazed, long lashes, tiny freckles on his cheeks and his nose. With the hand on the back of George's head, Lee pulled him into another short kiss and then looked around.
Rose petals were raining down from the ceiling and the violins were getting louder.
Lee plucked a petal out of George's hair. "One day I'm going to kill your brother."
George had grabbed two fistfuls of Lee's dreadlocks and pulled his head backwards. "That's all right, I got spares," he said with his voice full of laughter right before he kissed Lee again.
next: 13. blatant misconception
Pairing: George/Lee
Prompt: 12/13: I'll be your ... something-or-other
Rating: R
Word Count: 967
Summary: In which George and Lee finally figure out how to stop talking.
Link to Prompt Table: here
previous: 11. tinkering
George moved slowly, came closer, tilted his head. Lee mirrored the movement and stopped breathing, mainly because he couldn't remember how to do it.
"What are you doing?" The question bubbled out of Lee less than a second before their lips connected.
George closed his eyes briefly as if to calm himself. "If I have to explain it, I'm doing it wrong."
"But why?" Lee was talking quietly and his eyes were glued to George's lips. They were so close now that Lee could already feel the heat on his own lips.
"Because I want to, Genius."
"You don't."
George groaned, it was an exasperated sound. He let go of Lee and they both slumped back. Lee's back was the only part of his body that appreciated it.
"What do you want, Lee?"
That was simple, because Lee wanted George, and it was not so simple, as Lee wanted all of him. "I don't want to be your little experiment."
George eyes twinkled. "You can be my big experiment."
"You're still making fun of me."
"We suck at talking," George pointed out.
"I noticed." Lee closed his eyes. Had George just tried to kiss him? It had seemed so. But what did that mean? And more importantly, why the hell had Lee stopped him? Lee pondered if it was possible to kick himself in the groin. He'd really like to do that right now.
There was shifting and rustling and tugging and Lee froze as very unexpectedly a warm, heavy weight settled on top of his thighs. He stopped breathing yet again when he felt a hand on either side of his neck, the tips of George's fingers touching the base of his skull.
"Last time you sat on a couch like this and refused to open your eyes, you passed out." Lee felt George's breath on his face but he couldn't bring himself to look at him. "If you're going to pass out now, I'll hex you. That's a promise." George traced Lee's jaw with his thumbs on either side.
"Funny, Fred said almost the same about a week ago."
"Did he try to kiss you?" George asked.
"No, but he had his arms around me, I was half naked and my knees buckled. Does that count?" Lee couldn't resist and put his hands on George's thighs. It was unreal. George was straddling him, about to kiss him, and Lee moved his hands upwards over George's hips to his waist.
"When it comes to Fred, no."
"Fair enough." Lee opened his eyes tentatively. George was closer than he'd though, his face only inches away. Lee tilted his head again, just as George did the same. And then he came even closer. And then their lips finally touched. It was soft, there was barely any pressure, just a hint of a kiss, utterly perfect and far too short.
"Can we stop talking now?" George whispered.
"I'm not talking." Lee's brain hadn't shut up, though. 'He's straight,' it said, and yet, the way George shivered as Lee slid one hand beneath his shirt made Lee suspect that maybe he wasn't. And maybe that was only logical, because Lee didn't think George was someone who could or should be labelled.
"You so are talking." George kissed Lee again, more firmly this time. "And I can see you thinking."
"Shut up." Lee rubbed circles on George's back and George was moving his hips, kissed from one corner of Lee's mouth to the other.
"Shut up yourself."
George licked Lee's bottom lip and sucked it into his mouth. The grip of his thighs tightened, Lee felt the muscles flex against his hips.
There was only so much teasing one man could endure. Lee's brain waved a little white flag and surrendered. He put his free hand on the back of George's head and pulled them closer together, remembering how to kiss back, remembering that he'd wanted this for years, that it was finally there and that he was going to take as much as possible as long as it lasted.
He moved his lips and George did the same. The kiss was playful, at first, and they were both grinning. It changed, though, when Lee let his tongue explore, sucked on George's, groaned quietly. He ran his hand up and down George's back, went lower, squeezed George's arse through the rough fabric of his jeans and pulled until he could feel George's groin against his own and there was sweet friction.
George was hard. For Lee. Right now. Lee was going to implode. Or explode. In any case leave a mess.
And then the kiss deepened and there wasn't enough air, there was George's tongue, slick and hot, his own tongue, his hands, George's hands, far too many clothes, and just as Lee started to tug at the hem of George's shirt, violins began to play.
George broke the kiss. "Fuck, Jordan." He panted and Lee tried to stop himself from looking too smug.
Their foreheads were pressed together and the ridiculously mushy music continued to play in the background. Something brushed the side of Lee's face and he opened his eyes. George was bloody gorgeous. His lips were puffy and red, his face flushed, hair tousled, he was looking at Lee slightly dazed, long lashes, tiny freckles on his cheeks and his nose. With the hand on the back of George's head, Lee pulled him into another short kiss and then looked around.
Rose petals were raining down from the ceiling and the violins were getting louder.
Lee plucked a petal out of George's hair. "One day I'm going to kill your brother."
George had grabbed two fistfuls of Lee's dreadlocks and pulled his head backwards. "That's all right, I got spares," he said with his voice full of laughter right before he kissed Lee again.
next: 13. blatant misconception
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