What You Need

16. Leon

SIXTEEN

LEON

Leon missed his boys. It had been a busy week for all three of them, and they had struggled to meet up. When things got logistically difficult, one of them usually would joke about how nice it would be if they all lived in the same place. It would be nice. Leon wasn’t sure how that was going to happen, though.

It was a Tuesday, and Dylan had been blowing up the group chat because he was on a work trip. Leon was bent over his kitchen counter, picking at cold salmon he’d made the night before, his dress shirt unbuttoned, dress shoes still on his feet. It was late, and he was scrolling through the photos on his phone of Oliver and Dylan, trying to figure out the path forward there. If he felt the way he did about the two of them for one single person, he would have already asked them for a monogamous relationship. Or at least a formal relationship, regardless of sexual exclusivity. With a couple, he felt like they needed to make the move there, and Leon wasn’t sure they ever would.

He ate his last bite of salmon and rinsed his plate, tucking it into the dishwasher as his phone rang. It was Oliver.

“Hi, baby,” he said, excited to hear Oliver’s voice.

What he got instead was sniffles.

“Baby, what’s wrong?”

“I had a bad day.”

“Oh no. Sweetheart, I’m so sorry.”

“I don’t know what to do. I’m not good at being alone.”

“Do you want me to come over?”

“Will you? Please? And stay?” Leon wanted to teleport to him instantly and wrap him up in a big hug.

“I just got home, so I’m all done with work for the day.” That was a lie. He’d been preparing to read some files. But he’d just wake up early or skip lunch the next day. “I’ll leave my place in ten minutes, all right?”

“Thank you, Leon.” Oliver sniffed.

“No problem, baby. I’ll see you soon.”

He stripped out of his work clothes and got into something more comfortable, then packed a quick overnight bag. Or, he packed an overnight bag and a garment bag with a few days of work clothes, in case he had to stay for a while. Dylan was gone for the rest of the week, and Leon wasn’t going to leave Oliver if he needed someone to be with him.

He drove over fast, the front door opening as soon as Leon threw his car in Park in their driveway, like Oliver had been watching out the window for him. He grabbed his things and bolted to the door, dropping everything on the carpet in the foyer as he bundled Oliver into a hug. His cheeks were tearstained, and he was wearing one of Leon’s hoodies, looking so soft and adorable Leon could scream.

Oliver’s tears started coming fresh as Leon pulled him close, tucking Oliver’s head against his chest.

“What happened, baby?” Leon asked, pulling away as Oliver’s tears dried up.

“I got laid off,” he said, fresh tears welling again.

“Today?”

“At the end of the day. Who lays someone off at the end of the day? I got called into a meeting, and they told me to bring my computer, and so I thought it was some emergency new project, and then they were like ‘It’s not due to your performance, the orchestra is making some changes and going in a different direction and…’” Leon pulled him close again, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

“Baby, I am so sorry. We’ll figure this out, okay? Dylan knows?”

“Yeah. He told me to call you to come over. I didn’t want to bother you.” Leon’s heart broke.

“Sweetheart,” he said, taking Oliver’s sweet face in his hands. “You are never bothering me. I always want to be here when something bad happens. Or something good. Or something neutral. I don’t care. I want to be here for you whenever you need me.”

“Really?” Oliver asked with another sniffle.

“Of course. We need to get you some water after all this crying. How’s your head?”

“I have a headache. Dyl already told me to take some Advil but I haven’t yet.”

“Let’s get you fixed up.”

Leon pulled the front door closed and locked it, but he left his things on the floor. He didn’t care if he was wearing a wrinkled suit to work the next day.

He helped Oliver jump up to sit on the counter while he got water and Advil, then stood between his legs as Oliver drank the whole glass. Leon smoothed his hands up Oliver’s thighs, watching him carefully.

“It’s not time for bed yet, but do you want to go put your pajamas on and cuddle?”

Oliver nodded and wrapped his arms around Leon’s shoulders for a hug. With Oliver elevated on the counter, he was the perfect height for Leon to tuck his face against Oliver’s neck. He smelled so good, like apples and cinnamon. Like home.

“All right, baby, let’s get you ready for bed.” He picked Oliver up under his ass and carried him upstairs, leaving him in the bedroom for just long enough to go grab his stuff from the foyer. He hung his garment bag up in the closet and pulled a pair of flannel pajamas from his overnight bag.

It wasn’t even eight p.m. yet, but Oliver crawled into bed, and Leon followed, back resting against the headboard as Oliver slid farther under the covers to rest his head on Leon’s stomach. He hooked his knee over Leon’s leg and snuggled in.

From the comments Oliver and Dylan had both made about Leon’s apartment, there was a level of insecurity there. And sure, Leon had spent a lot of money on his apartment and had hired a professional designer, buying whatever she told him to. But Dylan and Oliver had decorated their house themselves, and it was so cozy and homey. Like real people lived there.

“I know you think my bed is super comfortable, but that’s only physically.”

“Yeah, that’s what comfortable means.” Leon combed his fingers through the back of Oliver’s blond hair. He hadn’t gotten it cut since they met, and it was getting pleasantly shaggy.

“Sure, but your bed is cozy. It’s nice to be here. Warm. It feels safe.”

“It’s nice to have you here. Just hanging out. I know we spend a lot of time getting off, but it’s not just fun because orgasms are great. It’s fun because it’s you. And I’m glad to get as much of you as possible, in any way.”

“I brought a few days of clothes if you need me to stay until Dylan gets back.”

“Perfect,” Oliver said, wrapping his arms around Leon’s waist to give him a good squeeze. “You can turn the TV on if you want.”

“I’ll just read if you want to rest your eyes for a bit,” Leon said, grabbing his phone. He meant to open his Kindle app—he had a list of dry professional development books that were on his list of S.M.A.R.T. goals for the year—but he ended up scrolling his email, responding to what he could without his computer in front of him.

If Oliver hadn’t called him, he would be sitting in his office in his apartment, computer open, a beer in hand, as he continued to work after a full day of the same. Now, yes, he was reading his email, but he was curled in bed with one of the most beautiful men he’d ever met because Oliver needed some comfort, and he was that comfort.

Oliver slept for an hour before Leon figured he should nudge him awake. Maybe they could find something in their freezer for dessert. Oliver yawned and snuggled closer, and Leon felt the beginning of his erection against his leg.

“Feeling any better?” Leon teased.

“No,” Oliver said, but he ground his hips forward. “Maybe you could make me feel better?”

“Always, baby. Anything for you.”

Oliver pushed himself up enough to crawl into Leon’s lap. Leon was pinned against the headboard with Oliver’s weight on his thighs, his arms around Leon’s shoulders. Heaven.

“I love having you in my lap, baby.” He smoothed his hands over the soft flannel of Oliver’s pajama pants from his knees to his ass, giving it a squeeze. Oliver had the best ass.

Leon was going to let him lead. See what Oliver needed. He leaned down to kiss Leon, and Leon parted his lips to accept Oliver’s gentle tongue. He was going soft and slow, rocking his hips to give them both a little friction.

Leon usually gravitated toward the kind of sex he’d had with Dylan. The whips and chains and what have you. But he’d never had a connection with someone the way he had with Oliver, and that was opening up a world of enjoyment when it came to this soft, slow, gentle thing that was so easy with Oliver.

“I wanna ride you,” Oliver whispered, letting his hands drag down Leon’s biceps, then back up to his neck, his jaw, as Oliver held him in place to kiss him again.

“I would fucking love that.” He gripped Oliver’s hips, then remembered the way he’d bruised him in Vegas and let up a bit. He slipped his fingers under the waistband of Oliver’s pajamas, teasing at just the very top of his crack. “I missed you so much.”

Oliver’s soft smile was everything. “Me too. I hate missing you. You should just always be here.”

Leon smiled, wrapping a secure arm around Oliver’s waist and flipping him onto his back. “Wish it was that simple, baby.” He pulled Oliver’s pajamas off and slid out of his own, reaching for the lube he knew Dylan had in his side-table drawer. At one point, it had been unbearably hot to have sex in Oliver and Dylan’s bed—and of course it was still hot—but now, they weren’t just doing it for the thrill of it. They were doing it for the connection. The comfort.

Oliver stayed on his back as Leon drizzled some lube onto his fingers, and he took it as a sign that this was how Oliver wanted to be prepped. He balanced his weight over Oliver with one arm, and Oliver parted his legs, welcoming Leon’s fingers as he stretched him open. He leaned in for a kiss but pulled back when Oliver started making noises. Oliver was so open with his pleasure, and Leon was addicted to watching the shapes his lips made as he moaned, the way he moved his body when he was trying to get Leon’s fingers to do something specific inside of him. He was just beautiful. Special.

When Oliver’s moans changed from enjoyment to something deeper, Leon knew he was ready. He pulled his fingers away, and Oliver immediately pushed him back with a hand on his chest until he had Leon flat on his back. Oliver stretched a leg over his waist and found the lube, pouring some directly onto Leon’s dick, which gave a little kick at the temperature. Oliver reached behind him and give Leon a few strokes, coating him with lube before he lined the head of Leon’s cock up with his hole.

Oliver tossed his head back as he sank down, and Leon groaned, attempting to keep his hands loose on Oliver’s hips. He wanted to fuck up into Oliver’s tight heat, but he held still so Oliver could stay in charge.

He sighed as Leon bottomed out in him, grinding his hips as he got used to the feeling.

“I love how fucking big you are,” Oliver said, hips shifting forward before he sank back onto Leon, his hands on Leon’s chest. Leon wanted to die that way, balls deep in Oliver, his body on display for Leon, hard cock bobbing as he moved astride Leon’s hips.

“I love how fucking beautiful you are.” Oliver truly was a vision like this. All his pale skin, with his pink lips and cheeks, the flush that ran down his chest, the way his nipples puffed up a bit. Eyes so blue when they fluttered open to watch Leon below him. Leon took his nipples between his fingertips to give them a roll, and it ripped a deep moan from Oliver. He pressed his chest forward into Leon’s hands as he continued to luxuriate on Leon’s cock.

“You’re so tight, baby. This is what I dream of every night. Being deep inside your warmth. Having a mouthful of your come. God, you drive me crazy.”

With enough dirty talk, Leon could always coax out Oliver’s coy blush and lip bite as he looked away from Leon for a moment before leaning into it. His sensual rolls of his hips turned into a bounce, and Leon’s hands found his hips again to steady him. His cock slapped between them, and Leon wrapped a hand around it to give Oliver more sensation. He let out a whine and collapsed forward, pressing his forehead to Leon’s. The roll of his hips at this angle allowed him to bounce on Leon’s cock as he fucked into Leon’s fist.

“Baby, that feels so fucking good,” Oliver whined, his hips moving as fast as he could make them. “I need you to make me come.” Leon gripped Oliver’s hips so he could piston deep inside him, giving Oliver just what he needed.

“Fuck, Leon, I’m so close.”

“I’ll get you there, baby,” Leon promised, taking Oliver’s hand from his chest and wrapping it around Oliver’s cock. Oliver stroked himself while Leon pounded into him.

“Fuck, Leon, it feels so fucking good. Leon, fuck, I love you,” Oliver cried as his orgasm hit, his ass contracting around Leon’s erection. His words echoed around him, and Leon came, hips stilling as he pressed into Oliver’s ass. His perfect Oliver.

Oliver collapsed over him, and Leon panted into his damp neck, the two of them sticky with sweat and come. Leon stayed in Oliver for as long as he could, the I love you echoing in his head.

“Leon?” Oliver asked, an edge of nerves in his voice. Leon understood. He was nervous, too. Nervous that Oliver was going to say something like it just slipped out in the heat of the moment or please promise not to tell Dylan .

“Yeah, sweetheart?” he asked, trying to keep his cool. He pressed a kiss to Oliver’s lips, steeling himself for the moment Oliver said something to the effect of just kidding .

“I do. Love you, that is,” Oliver said, hands on Leon’s face. His legs tightened around Leon’s hips, keeping him from slipping out of him too soon. “I’m in love with you.”

“Baby.” Leon sighed, the first round of relief washing through him. He kissed Oliver, deep and filthy. “Fuck, I love you so much.”

“You do?” Oliver asked, and Leon realized how nervous he must have been.

“I am so fucking in love with you. Baby, I thought I was fucking broken before you and Dyl. I thought I couldn’t fall in love. I thought it wouldn’t be worth it to try. And then you two showed up.”

“You love Dylan too?” His voice was so hopeful, and Leon’s relief was so deep. They had been carefully avoiding something important.

“Of course I do. I love both of you.” He took a moment to think about it. “Does, uh, Dylan know…?”

“That I’m in love with you? Of course. Dylan knows everything about me. I think he knew before I did.”

Slowly, Leon slid out of Oliver, fingers going to explore the feeling of his own come dripping out of Oliver by habit.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you two,” Leon said, guiding Oliver to lie down beside him so he could pull him into his arms.

“Fuck, honestly, right now I don’t give a shit that I don’t have a job to go to tomorrow.” Oliver laughed. Leon pressed a kiss to his forehead, feeling like his world was shifting on its axis. He wanted to have a conversation, one with declarations and definitions and commitments. He’d never wanted that before.

He wanted to keep Oliver and Dylan forever.

It was a conversation that needed to wait for Dylan, though. He could wait.

He ran his hands over Oliver’s bare skin. Leon had never been this familiar with another person’s body. He thought that the thrill of sex for him was discovery. Novelty. A spark. But he knew the location of the moles on Oliver’s lower back and exactly how to touch him. Could read his thoughts on his beautiful face. That was hotter than any stranger’s body.

He opened up DoorDash on his phone.

“Are you hungry?” Leon asked, scrolling his options. He wanted to order Oliver an entire cake, if possible, but at least a sizable slice.

“I didn’t have dinner.”

He handed the phone to Oliver so he could look at options. They decided on burgers and a big slice of chocolate cake, and Leon set the delivery directions to leave it at the door so neither of them would have to put clothes on in order to grab it.

When the food came, Leon wrapped a blanket around his waist, and the two of them headed to the basement to watch a movie.

Leon had called in sick to work before they fell asleep, since Oliver had nowhere to go in the morning. They started their day at a pancake place, then went to sit by a lake while they FaceTimed Dylan.

With a fresh day ahead of them, Oliver was in slightly better spirits. They shared a bench, and Oliver tucked himself under Leon’s arm as he talked to Dylan. He loved watching the two of them interact in any scenario. They had so much history, and the two of them both went out of their ways to be kind to each other. Dylan was babying Oliver through his heartache in the way he thought Oliver deserved. It wasn’t Leon’s place to approve of Oliver’s husband, but God, did he ever.

“Don’t worry about the money, baby,” Dylan said. Leon was holding the phone up so Oliver didn’t have to, and Oliver nodded against Leon’s chest.

“Hard not to.”

“You’ll get another job. And until then, we’ll just cut back on a few things. When I get home from this trip, I’ll ask my boss for a raise. I’m due for it anyway.”

“Thanks, Dyl,” Oliver said, then changed the topic to Dylan’s trip, which had been uneventful, but he understood that Oliver just wanted to be distracted.

“Thanks again, Leon,” Dylan said as they were finishing up the call. “I’d be wrecked if he had to be alone right now.”

“I don’t want to be anywhere else,” Leon said honestly.

The rest of the day went by in a blur of domesticity. Leon cleaned the kitchen while Oliver sat at the breakfast bar, computer open, picking at his résumé while he complained about it. They’d gotten a taste of what a relationship that extended outside of sex would feel like when they were in Vegas, but this was real. They were home, intertwining their lives. Leon had woken up that morning in Oliver and Dylan’s bed, the morning light spilling through their big bedroom windows.

The two of them always talked about their house like it was obviously not as good as Leon’s apartment, but there were buds on the trees in their backyard, and their neighborhood had a library and an ice cream shop. Leon’s apartment was somewhere you moved to temporarily. Oliver and Dylan’s house was somewhere you moved to forever.

“Earth to Leon,” Oliver said, catching his attention and pulling his gaze from the backyard he was watching as he washed dishes. “What’s on your mind?”

“I just love being here. Your backyard is beautiful.” It was woodsy and bright. Leon imagined grilling in the summers and bonfires in the fall.

“In the winter, you can see deer prints in the snow. Dylan is such a fucking Snow White that he secretly feeds them. And the birds. Our birdseed budget is alarming.” Oliver’s clear, bright laugh went straight to Leon’s heart. He put the last fork into the dishwasher and headed over to give Oliver a kiss.

“You can be done with this for the night,” Leon said, a finger on the lid on Oliver’s laptop, giving him time to save his changes before Leon pushed it closed. “Let’s go make a video for Dylan so he doesn’t forget what your O face looks like.”