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Lee watched from the ground as Gamby knocked the ever loving fuck out of Jackie like some vision straight from his fantasies.
Jackie's body swung around, suddenly loose in an unnatural way, as he crumpled to the ground. Lee raised his eyes from the body up to Neal Gamby, standing there with the brass knuckles like some kind of goddamn super hero.
And Lee Russell's stomach dropped out from under him.
"Russell," Gamby said, worry tinting his voice, as he ran over and grabbed Lee's hand.
Lee held onto the hand that was suddenly gripping him, tightly, as if to say Don't Worry, I've Got You. He looked up in awe at Gamby, who was watching him with concern. "Lee?" he said, and the sound of his first name on Gamby's lips almost broke him. He let out a sob and pulled himself up, threw his arms around Gamby's strong shoulders, and sobbed.
He could feel Gamby's tentative pat on his back and choked out a laugh through his sobs. Of course Gamby would be awkward as shit. Lee wasn't really a hugger, either, usually. But something had lifted from his chest and now the whole world felt a little more bearable.
Gamby helped him up and held him around the waist for support as they carefully hobbled across the street. Lee's voice was caught in his throat, unable or unwilling to tell Gamby that he didn't actually need the help. The press against his side, the hand on his hip, was too much.
But then Gamby started for the door.
"No!" Lee said, his voice thick and slurred from the blood. He stood up on his own.
"What? Don't you want to clean up?" Gamby asked.
"They're in there. I can't deal with that bullshit right now," Lee grabbed Gamby's hand and led him around the house and to the backyard.
"Lee, what-" Gamby started, but Lee whirled around and pushed him up against the wall of the house, kissing him deeply before he could say any more.
Gamby let out the softest moan and little resistance as Lee pushed into him, gave into the kiss, and opened his mouth to receive him.
They kissed.
Gamby kissed back, pushed against Lee's hands on his chest, hungrily meeting his lips and straining to press himself closer to the man. Lee moved his hands up Gamby's chest to caress his neck.
Then they pulled apart for air, staying just an inch away, breathing heavily as they carefully watched each other.
Gamby's eyes were nervous, suspicious, as if he thought this were some sort of prank on him. Lee's eyes were open, aching.
"Russell--" Gamby started and Lee recoiled, hearing the formal name taking back over. "No--" Gamby grabbed his arms before he could fully retreat. "Lee," he said, softer now, and he watched Lee's body relax again. "What..." he couldn't find the words. He didn't say anything else.
"I don't fucking know, Neal Gamby," Lee finally choked out, "except you got me extremely fucked up because everyone and everything in my life sucks right now except you. With your dumbass hair and your fucking sweater vests."
Neal grinned widely. "You, with your fruity little bow tie and your pink pants," he teased
"Excuse me, those are motherfucking--"
"I don't give a shit," Neal said, snickering. Lee scoffed and Neal shook him playfully, then leaned forward and pressed his lips to Lee's, softly at first, and then opening and taking him in small nibbles.
"Fuck," Lee said, losing his balance for a moment. He felt Neal, pressed hard against him, and his knees felt weak. Neal grabbed him around the waist, holding him steady. "Neal. The garage, " he breathed into Neal's ear.
Neal looked around frantically, spotting the garage door behind him and pushing it open. He hesitated at the doorway, as Lee pulled him in.
Lee looked back at him, questioning. Neal furrowed his brow with worry. "I... I don't know how to do this," he said.
"I do," Lee said. He gave Neal his puppy dog eyes, but a wide smirk grew across his face.
Neal noticed and laughed out loud. "You absolute shithead."
Lee offered him his hand. Neal grinned back at him and took his hand.
"Come on," Lee whispered, and they fell into the darkness .