Chapter 8 – Leon #3
“We do seem to like this little corner,” James said, walking over to stand next to where Leon was kneeling.
It took him a moment to understand, but then he glanced over at his nightstand, where he still kept the “love scrapbook” James had given him on Valentine’s Day in this very corner.
“Might as well keep making good memories here,” Leon said.
James nudged him gently with his knee, and Leon wrapped an arm around his leg, snaking his hand up a little higher on his inner thigh than strictly necessary.
“Leon,” James murmured, but the way he pressed into the touch did little in the way of chastising him.
“Give me two more minutes to build a pillow and blanket wall, and then I will happily continue,” Leon said.
“We need to eat,” James said, as Leon went back into his closet for extra comforters, blankets, and pillows.
“We should also probably try to give Purrsephone a sponge bath,” James said, as Leon worked around the bed.
“And Yarmen should probably be let back out. Does he need to be fed? Oh gosh, we should probably feed Purrsephone, too. Can she eat Yarmen’s food?”
Leon grunted as he pulled open his nightstand drawer. Bright blue caught his eye, and with only a moment’s consideration, he pulled out a bottle of lube and James’ internal strap.
“We do, maybe tomorrow, yes, yes, and I’m sure it’s fine for tonight,” he said, pulling off his shirt and tossing it towards the somehow almost full hamper in the corner.
James gaped at him, and Purrsephone looked equally unimpressed.
“Uhm, okay, so—” James started to say.
“So,” Leon said, hooking his thumbs in the waistband of his joggers. “You’re going to put our orange princess down, let her start to explore the space without us hovering, and then you’re going to fuck me into our bed. Everything else can wait a little while longer.”
James’ bottom lip began to quiver, and Leon wondered if he’d fucked up their evening by being too pushy.
“Our bed…in our room.”
Leon walked around the side of the bed so he could cup James’ cheeks. He got a very clear smack to the chest from Purrsephone’s tail, but he ignored her in favor of pressing a soft kiss to James’ lips. “It’s all ours, darlin’. The cats, the apartment, the future…ours.”
Tears glittered in James’ eyelashes, but they didn’t fall. He gave Leon a peck on the cheek before taking Purrsephone to her corner. He laid her down, so gently, on the cat bed. She stared up at him like he’d hung the moon before she slowly stood up and peered around.
“Okay, Purrsephone. You stay out of troub—” she darted between James’ legs and began scoping out the place, alternating every few steps on her front paw and off. “Oh god, you’re not supposed to—”
“Darlin’, it’s okay,” Leon said, catching James before he could scurry off after the cat. “She’s going to need to check out the room before she can feel safe. Let her do her thing, and we can do ours.”
He waggled his eyebrows suggestively, mostly just to distract James, but somehow it actually worked. James grabbed him by the back of the head and kissed him fiercely, walking him backward until his knees hit the mattress.
“Careful of my wall,” Leon protested.
James gave one of his infamous, put upon sounding sighs as Leon kicked off his pants and underwear and scrambled up onto the bed.
James removed his clothes with a little more care, glancing at Purrsephone on the other side of the room before tossing his clothes in the hamper and climbing onto the bed after Leon.
It was such a small thing, amidst a day of very big things, but seeing James’ clothes sitting on top of his own, as if it was just a foregone conclusion they would do their laundry together tomorrow, made Leon’s heart skip a beat.
“James,” Leon breathed, and James captured his mouth in another kiss.
Leon fumbled around until he found the strap and lube, but James paused before accepting them. “This is what you want right now?”
“Fuck yes. I’ve wanted it since that night on your cruise.” A thought struck him, and, unfortunately, he wasn’t able to clamp his mouth shut before it tumbled out. “Is the move what your mom wanted to talk to you about over dinner?”
James’ cheeks turned a ruddy pink, and he ducked his head, clutching the dildo and lube to his chest almost protectively. “It was, yeah. I’m sorry it took me so long to tell you. I was still sort of processing it all, and then with Hailey’s party and your…”
His voice trailed off, and his shoulders curled in.
Leon decided to rescue him from himself. “Me and my shit. Yeah, I get it, darlin’. It’s okay, seriously. It all worked out in the end.”
James bit his lip, making no progress in getting himself or Leon ready. Leon was tempted to pout, but he chose to be proactive instead, spreading his legs and tipping his hips up suggestively.
Pink spread down James’ neck as his eyes drank in Leon’s position. “You…want me on top, then?”
“Please,” Leon whispered, spreading his legs even wider.
As if it was beyond his control, James’ hand reached out to touch him but then froze in midair. “Oh, wait, one second.”
To Leon’s utter dismay, James tossed the dildo and lube back down on the bed and scurried into the bathroom. The sound of the sink running floated out to Leon, and he flopped down on the bed.
Was it a good idea to wash his hands after handling the outdoor kitty? Probably. Did Leon give a fuck? Not in the slightest, but he loved his little mensch for thinking of it.
Leon waited until the water stopped, then got up to wash his own hands. He didn’t even bother drying them, just grabbed James by the wrist and dragged him back towards the bed.
“Okay, okay, baby. I got it,” James said, all signs of worry, trepidation, and shame gone. His grin was two dimples wide, and his eyes were the sparkling blue of Leon’s dreams.
“I need you inside me, like, ten minutes ago.”
“Okay,” James said with a laugh as he grabbed the lube bottle.
“Don’t need much prep,” Leon grunted, throwing himself back into his earlier position, spreading his legs as wide as they would go.
He’d prepped himself in the shower after the party, still feeling a bit jagged around the edges from his talk with Hailey and her mom.
His plan had been to ask James to fuck him as soon as he came through the door, but obviously a certain orange someone had upended that plan.
James teased around his hole for only a moment before sinking his first finger in all the way to the knuckle.
“Fuck,” Leon groaned as James went right for his prostate. “Darlin’, please.”
James fluttered his dark lashes as he pressed in a second finger.
“James—ahh!”
With near perfect precision, James slotted in a third finger and pressed down on that sensitive bundle of nerves. Leon’s dick twitched, precum dribbling out of the tip as James rubbed and teased him mercilessly.
He was going to come if he didn’t do something right now, so with bleary eyes, he snatched the dildo out of James’ hands and placed it at James’ entrance.
“Do you need—” Leon started to ask, but James closed his free hand around Leon’s and pressed up, slotting the dildo inside himself in one smooth movement.
James’ moan lit Leon up on the inside, like the Fourth of July fireworks they’d watched the month before. They’d gone to a small park near Charlie’s dog shelter, and, just like that night, Leon was overwhelmed with how much he loved James, and just how grateful he was for the life they shared.
He didn’t want to jinx anything, but it felt like they were at the start of something great. Him, James, Yarmen, and the orange furball currently attempting to crawl under his dresser.
Yarmen had done the same thing when Leon had gotten him, hiding under anything and everything until he felt safe. Leon wasn’t worried about it, but James probably would, so Leon hooked both ankles around James’ back and tugged him forward.
“Leon!” James exclaimed as he fell forward onto his hands and knees.
“Yes?” Leon asked, pulling James down until the head of the dildo knocked against his perineum. He let out a soft groan and tried to wiggle his hips, dragging the dildo down until—
“We need lube, baby,” James said, but there was laughter in his voice.
Usually, Leon would lube up the dildo for him, giving it a few particularly rough pumps to grind the internal portion inside James.
He didn’t have the patience for that tonight, though.
The balloon in his chest was full to bursting, but his ass was empty and had been for far too long.
He handed the lube bottle over with shaking fingers, and James quickly lubed up the strap.
The second James finished, Leon dragged him forward again.
“Okay, I’ve got you. I’m right here, in our bed,” James whispered, and Leon used his heels to press James forward until the tip of the dildo finally breached his hole.
“Fuck,” Leon moaned. “James, please.”
James didn’t make him wait any longer, pushing inside with steady pressure until he bottomed out.
His hips settled perfectly in between Leon’s spread legs like they were destined to fit together like this.
James began to pull out, and at Leon’s pathetic whimper, he snapped his hips, sinking all the way back inside with one fluid stroke.
“Yes,” Leon groaned, his breathing picking up as the balloon and James’ perfect dildo filled him up.
It took almost no time at all for James to set a steady rhythm, the notched head of the dildo rubbing against Leon’s spot over and over again. He lost himself in the sound of their bodies coming together and the steady punched-out quality of his own breaths.
“Oh god…I love you,” James huffed, and Leon couldn’t help but laugh, a breathless, barely there thing that settled in the small space between them.
James leaned down, eliminating that space as he sealed their lips together in a messy kiss, all tongues and grunts and moans.