10. Leon
TEN
LEON
Oliver gripped Leon’s hand on takeoff. They were sitting in first class, Dylan having reworked their tickets to include Leon. Oliver apparently preferred the window, and Leon got the aisle seat next to him. Dylan was across the aisle from them. The reasoning he gave was that he had a lot of work to get done on the plane, but Leon knew it was more than that.
Regardless of Dylan’s design, he had Oliver’s hand neatly folded into his own, as Oliver’s other hand gripped his armrest.
“Once we’re in the air, I’ll be fine,” he said through gritted teeth.
“No worries, baby,” Leon said, sweeping his thumb across Oliver’s. “I’ll hold your hand the whole time if you need it.”
The flight was about four hours. Oliver and Leon shared a set of headphones and watched a movie on Leon’s screen, Oliver leaning into him close before he fell asleep on Leon’s shoulder. Every once in a while, Leon would catch Dylan’s eye as he smiled at the two of them, his fingers continuing to move on his keyboard as he worked.
They landed at night, with the city’s lights blazing a strip in the dark desert. They moved through the airport like Oliver was Leon’s. He let Leon do boyfriend shit, like grab his bags and hold his sweatshirt, as Dylan directed them to the Uber pickup area and got them to the Bellagio.
“There’s only one bed,” Leon observed as he followed Dylan and Oliver into the room. The three of them could fit on a king-size bed, but for three nights?
“There’s a pullout couch,” Dylan said, putting his laptop bag on said couch as if to claim it. Part of Leon felt bad for him. There was not a single comfortable pullout couch in existence. But there was something to sleeping pretty much at the foot of the bed while another man cuddled your husband in the nice, comfortable bed. It made him wonder if Dylan wanted Leon to make him sleep on the floor.
Oliver stretched out on the bed and yawned. They were planning on heading out to the strip to get the lay of the land. Somehow, Leon had never been to Vegas before, and that shocked Dylan and Oliver, who said they came at least once a year for this conference and sometimes just to have a fun weekend. But Leon was feeling just about as energetic as Oliver.
“I need to get some blankets,” Dylan said, noticing that they didn’t look set up to have someone actually use the couch. “I’ll be back.”
“I’m sure we could call down for them,” Leon suggested.
“Nah, after being on a plane, I need to stretch my legs.” He pocketed his room key, and the door clicked behind him.
“Come here,” Oliver whined, reaching for Leon. Leon slipped his shoes off and climbed onto the nicely made bed. The room was decorated with a lot of bright colors, and you could see through a glass wall straight to the bathtub. He was sure they would be utilizing that feature.
Oliver tucked himself against his chest.
“I couldn’t touch you as much as I wanted to on the plane,” Oliver complained.
“And how much was that?”
“With every inch of my skin.” Oliver looked up at him through his eyelashes, his eyes dark and lidded, lips parting.
“Fuck, baby.” Leon gave in, with no willpower left to talk about what they wanted to do or whether they should wait for Dylan. He pressed a kiss to Oliver’s lips, and one of Oliver’s hands held his neck in place firmly. He felt his cock fill, becoming tight in his pants, and he regretted not wearing sweats on the plane. Leon undid his zipper to give himself a little more room, and Oliver took that to mean they were stripping.
“You’re not wasting a moment,” Leon said as Oliver slipped off the bed and pulled his hoodie up and his sweats down. Oliver rummaged through his suitcase to find lube. And well, this was a sex vacation, right? They should probably have some sex.
“What do you want?” Leon asked, his voice gravelly as he got his underwear off so they could both be bare.
“Doggy,” he said easily, arranging himself on the bed so he was facing the door. Leon prayed Dylan had the good sense not to let a hotel employee help him carry any blankets up with him. He pressed kisses to Oliver’s spine and nipped his ass as he got him prepped. He went quickly, wanting to be fully seated when Dylan walked in. It would be a game to make sure they didn’t come before Dylan got back.
“Now,” Oliver complained, fisting the sheets in his hands as he arched his back, that perfect ass on display. Leon tried to think back to a time when he’d gotten to fuck a more perfect ass than Oliver’s, and he just couldn’t.
“All right, all right,” Leon teased, slicking himself up before he pressed against Oliver’s sweet pucker. He groaned as he eased his way in, trying to keep Oliver from impaling himself on his cock as quickly as he could. “Eager.”
“I wonder why,” Oliver said. “No one has come inside me for, like, two weeks.” They had tried to meet up, but with Leon’s impending time off, he’d been working more hours than ever.
“No one has come inside you?” Leon asked as he slowly pressed his hips flush to Oliver’s ass.
“No,” Oliver said, pouting.
“I guess I told Dylan he wasn’t allowed to come in you last time. I only meant for that night.”
“Yeah, well, Dyl doesn’t do things in half measures.”
Leon circled his hips, pulling a groan out of Oliver. He was going to need to go slow and pace himself until he heard someone in the hallway approach their door. He ran his hands over as much of Oliver’s skin as he could reach, taking his comment earlier to heart. He knew what Oliver meant. Leon wanted to touch every inch of his skin too.
He started to thrust slowly, listening to the sounds Oliver made—little whimpers and moans. The sounds of the pleasure Leon was wringing slowly out of him.
Leon rolled his hips into Oliver over and over, not letting either of them build to a climax. “Neither of us will be coming before your husband gets back,” Leon whispered as he curled over Oliver, the thrusts of his hips an isolated movement as he dropped kisses onto Oliver’s dampening skin. He loved making this boy sweat.
Slowly, Oliver’s sounds of pleasure morphed into noises of desperation. Where the fuck was Dylan, and why was it taking so long? “I’m too close,” Oliver whined, words coming as tired gasps. Leon slowed his hips. “Don’t fucking pull out,” Oliver begged. At this point, when Oliver was this on edge, pulling out and stopping entirely could risk a ruined orgasm, and while that might be something Dylan would be interested in, he didn’t think Oliver would enjoy it. “Leon, don’t pull out. Please keep fucking me. Don’t let me come yet.”
His desperate pleas were doing something to Leon, who was used to being able to keep his cool. To be in control. He was trying every deep-breathing technique, every meditation, every unsexy thought he’d ever had. He was so focused on the way Oliver was coming apart in front of him that he didn’t hear the door open. Leon only heard it slot back against the jamb as Dylan dropped the blankets and pillow he was carrying, hand going immediately to his dick.
Leon couldn’t hold out any longer. He anchored his hands on Oliver’s hips and jackhammered into him as Oliver cried out, Leon’s name on his lips as his tight hole clenched around Leon’s aching cock.
Leon came so hard it hurt, pulling Oliver’s hips back to grind his dick as deeply into him as he could. Oliver’s hands were still tangled in the comforter that he just came all over.
“Did you come untouched, baby?” Dylan asked, his breathing ragged as he came closer to them, hand down his pants. He was in awe, his shocked face drifting up to Leon’s. Leon didn’t want to pull out just yet. He gave Oliver a few more thrusts with staccato force, so when he answered Dylan, he was interrupted.
“Le-Leon made me come so hard,” Oliver said, dropping his head to his forearms. “He wouldn’t let me come until you got back. But I was so horny I could barely wait. I had to have his cock.”
“Of course, baby,” Dylan said, still stroking himself as he leaned over to press a kiss to Oliver’s head. Oliver, who was still speared on Leon’s dick.
“I heard you haven’t come in him since I told you not to,” Leon said, feeling his own cock start to soften. He’d need to pull out soon.
“I’m good at following rules.”
“Yes, you are,” Leon praised. “But we’re on vacation, and I’ve already made a mess of his ass. What’s one more load?”
“You mean…I can?”
“I’ll let you fuck his ass,” Leon said. “As long as you’re careful with it.”
“Of course,” Dylan said obediently.
“And as long as you keep my come in him.”
Dylan nodded, the fog of horniness clear on his face. He pulled his clothes off at an impressive speed, and Leon pulled out of Oliver and helped arrange him on his back against the pillows. “Keep me inside you, baby,” he instructed, pushing one of Oliver’s legs back and guiding a couple fingers to his hole for the short moments he had to wait for Dylan.
He was truly fucking beautiful. The embodiment of Leon’s wet dreams. He could see a peek of his come starting to leak out of Oliver’s ass, but then Dylan was slicked up, his dick so rock hard it looked painful. It wouldn’t take much.
“I’m going to shower,” Leon said, leaning down to steal a slow, wet kiss from Oliver as Dylan pushed into his hole.
He got the shower started. He really did need to take one. But he also wanted the chance to observe Oliver and Dylan together. Dylan thrust into him slowly, their eyes locked on each other as Leon watched them from the shower. The sex he and Oliver had was new and sexy and scorching hot. The sex Oliver and Dylan were currently having, even though Leon had just ejaculated into the ass Dylan was fucking mere moments before, was sweet and familiar. Dylan said something that made Oliver laugh and pull Dylan closer so they could kiss.
Something tugged on Leon’s heart as he lathered bodywash over himself quickly. He had never had what Oliver and Dylan had. And while the dynamic they played with was that Leon was in charge and he was taking something from Dylan, he had little real power here with this established couple who had been in love since they were teenagers.
Having sex at the club was easy, sexy, and fun. This…well, this was starting to be feelings . Feelings weren’t easy.
After Dylan came, Leon shut the shower off and grabbed a towel, drying himself off as he returned to the main room.
“How was it, after I got him properly warmed up for you?”
“Really fucking good,” Dylan said, a little dreamily. He rolled off Oliver, and Oliver spread his legs so Leon could see the pearly mess dripping out of him. Leon got the towel under him so he wouldn’t destroy the comforter as he continued to leak. He already felt guilty at how messy they had already made it. “The feeling of fucking into warm, sticky come like that.” Dylan rested his head on Oliver’s chest, like the thought was too good to even finish.
Oliver laughed a little as he brushed Dylan’s sweaty hair off his forehead. “I don’t know if I have it in me to go have a crazy night anymore, but we should still go down to the casino and play some cards.”
“That sounds good,” Dylan said, prying himself up off the bed for a quick rinse in the shower himself.
“Kinda felt wrong watching the two of you,” Leon admitted, sitting on the bed next to where Oliver was sprawled.
“You watched?” Oliver asked, voice warm and happy. His cheeks were pink from exertion, his hairline damp. He still had his legs wide open, and Leon couldn’t help but press a finger against his hole. Oliver gasped, and Leon smeared his and Dylan’s come around, pressing a little back into Oliver.
“It would take a better man than me to pass up the opportunity to watch anyone fuck you, let alone your husband. Maybe I was taking some notes.”
“Don’t take too many notes. I like that you fuck me differently than Dyl.” Leon kissed him as he continued to play with Oliver’s hole. Oliver could take a lot of overstimulation. Leon’s brain was going a mile a minute.
“You need help to the bathroom, Olly?” Dylan asked behind them, pulling khakis over his damp skin.
“Maybe.” Oliver blushed. He was full, and out of respect for housekeeping, they were going to try their best not to get anything on the carpet.
“I got this,” Leon said, helping Oliver finagle the towel underneath him to catch any drips as he made his way to the toilet in the bathroom.
“Thank you,” Dylan said as he pulled a polo over his head. Leon was still naked.
“For?”
“For coming along. I know Oliver never complains, but he gets bored during the day, even though he always claims he’s fine entertaining himself.”
“So far, I’m having a pretty good time.” It was an understatement, and he knew Dylan could tell.
“I don’t know how we lucked into finding someone so great. You’re always on the same wavelength as us, and you treat Olly like gold. We were just talking the other day about how the universe must have pulled some strings to make sure we found you.”
Leon was just balls deep in Dylan’s husband, and Dylan was thanking the universe for him. They truly were the perfect match for each other.
“Getting to be with you two is a privilege,” Leon told him, pulling Dylan into a hug. He wasn’t sure what Dylan’s thoughts were on the relationship between the two of them, but Leon’s interest had never been one hundred percent on Oliver. He wondered if Dylan ever liked to bottom.
“I don’t think you can go to the casino like that,” Oliver said, his skin damp from a quick rinse too, eyes raking over Leon’s skin.
“If you keep looking at me like that, we’re not going to make it to the casino,” Leon threatened. Oliver gave him a wicked little grin as he made his way to his suitcase to pick out a casino outfit.
The three of them found a blackjack table that they hung out at for a couple hours, chatting and having a few drinks. Leon was right next to Oliver at the table as they played, and it was still too far away. They stayed out until two, and when they finally headed to bed, Dylan didn’t bother unfolding the couch before he flopped on it. Leon delicately turned down the sheets for Oliver and then climbed in after him. He would have loved to bask in the feeling of Oliver sleeping in his arms, but he was too fucking worn out.