Chapter 2 – James #2
God, he wanted Leon. He wanted to press him into the couch, explore his piercings, find all his tattoos, and map out every single impressive muscle. He wanted to make him feel as good as he made James feel with his hugs and sinful kisses.
Unfortunately, James had to be honest with himself.
It was half past ten on a Saturday night, after a long week at work.
He and his mom had spent almost six hours ferrying boxes out of the attic and decorating their entire house the night before.
He just didn’t have the mental fortitude right now to have this conversation.
But…maybe that was okay? There were other things they could do.
“I appreciate you saying that. A lot, actually,” James said.
“And I’m excited, too. I don’t think you’ll mess anything up, but I think I might if I try to have this conversation with you tonight.
I’m too tired to make sure I hit all the important points, and I don’t want us to have a bad experience because of that. ”
Leon nodded immediately. “That’s fine—“
“But,” James said, and Leon snapped his mouth closed. James traced his thumb softly over Leon’s bottom lip. “That doesn’t mean we can’t do other things. Can I…touch you?”
“Of course,” Leon said, his voice breathy and surprised.
Oh, wait. First things first. “We might as well do this now, in case things go any further. I have my updated test results ready to go,” James said as he sat up tall on his knees so he could pull his phone out of his back pocket.
He pulled up his screenshot folder and flipped to the right photo before handing it to Leon.
“I do, too,” Leon said, reaching for his phone. “I’m negative across the board. I stopped taking PrEP for a while because I wasn’t seeing anyone, but I was on it the whole time I was.”
“I’m also negative, on PrEP, and up to date on my HPV vaccine. I have permanent birth control—” Leon’s eyes widened, and his mouth dropped open as if he was going to say something, but James rushed to say, “But don’t worry, we can talk more about that later.”
Leon handed over his phone but stopped James from reading it by cupping his face. “Sorry, I was just surprised…at myself, I guess? I never would’ve thought to ask about birth control, and that’s my bad. I appreciate you bringing it up.”
James pulled out of Leon’s grip so he could scroll through the document before reaching around Leon to put both their phones on the side table. Instead of returning to his seated position, he gently pushed on Leon’s chest until he reclined back against the side of the sofa.
“You don’t have to be sorry, and it’s not your bad. I don’t expect you to know everything,” James said. “Honestly, I don’t expect you to know anything about being trans. That’s my job to show you.”
Leon gently combed his fingers back through James’ hair. “What’s my job, then?”
James slowly scooted down Leon’s body. “Lay back and look pretty.”
Leon groaned as James lowered his head and kissed the small ball at the top of his belly button piercing. He fanned his fingers out across Leon’s stomach, running them up his sides and pushing his shirt up his chest.
“This okay?” James asked, glancing up to see Leon’s eyes glued to him.
“Yeah,” Leon said. “I’ll tell you if you do anything I don’t like, but aside from my underarms being ticklish, I don’t think there’s anything above the waist that wouldn’t be okay.”
“Biting? Scratching? Marks?”
Leon’s eyelids fluttered. “You want to mark me, darlin’?”
God, yes.
James bit his lip and nodded.
“Go right ahead. Again, I’ll tell you if anything is too much.”
“Should they be hidden?” James asked, not sure where all this was coming from. He never left marks on his lovers. He liked to nip and tease, but he’d never had the urge to leave signs of himself on someone else’s body.
“Do you think a hickey or a bite mark is going to be any more offensive to our coworkers’ delicate sensibilities than my barbed wire tattoo?” Leon said, lifting his chin up and gesturing at his throat.
“I’m pretty sure Kevin from HR will find a way to write you up,” James said, as he pushed Leon’s shirt even farther up, revealing a large lion tattoo on his ribs.
“I think you should definitely do it, then.”
James traced his fingers along the outline of the lion, marveling at the way Leon’s skin pebbled under his touch. He placed a soft kiss on the lion’s head, before dragging his teeth along its flank.
“F-fuck,” Leon breathed.
James did it again, while his hand crept up Leon’s other side, tracing muscles he’d leaned against for weeks and was finally able to get his hands on.
After he got his fill of all of Leon’s available skin, he pushed Leon’s shirt up above his small pecs.
Both of his nipples were pierced, and the black metal balls at the end of the bars gleamed in the glow of the TV.
Neither of them had made a move to turn it off, and James actually enjoyed the background noise.
Leon would often have a game playing or music blasting in the house.
James had no idea if his minions were right, and Leon had ADHD, but he made a mental note to add it to the list in case it was helpful for him and his therapist.
As James ran his hands up Leon’s sides, towards the alluring piercings, Leon arched his back up to meet his touch.
James had caught glimpses of the nipple piercings on Halloween, but he’d never seen them clearly.
They were undeniably sexy, but the sexiest part was how Leon threw his head back with a moan when James traced his thumbs over them.
“You’re so responsive,” James murmured, rolling the two peaked buds between his thumb and forefinger.
“I’m so fucking turned on,” Leon groaned. “I’ve wanted your hands on me for months.”
James pinched his nipples and gave them both a gentle tug. Leon’s hooded eyes fell shut, and his mouth went slack, prompting James to do it again. He wanted to give Leon all the pleasure in the world, because he, too, had waited months to get his hands on his stunning boyfriend.
Bringing his mouth within licking distance of Leon’s left nipple, he waited until Leon opened his eyes again to whisper, “Can I?”
“Fuck yes,” Leon groaned. “I’ve had them pierced since I was an angsty teenager. They are well and fully healed.”
“I bet that led to some interesting conversations in the locker room.”
“Not really,” Leon said. “I had several of my back tattoos and the neck tattoo already, so this was sort of just more of the same shit.”
James flicked his tongue to lick first the nipple and then one of the balls. Leon made a soft noise in the back of his throat and pushed that side of his chest up into James’ mouth.
“Ahh, so all part of that bad boy aesthetic, then,” James said, gripping one of the balls with his teeth and giving a slight tug.
“Fuck–”
“I wouldn’t know anything about that, of course,” James said, grinning up at Leon as he moved his mouth over to his other nipple.
“Of course not,” Leon panted, groaning when James began giving his other nipple the same treatment. “My little mensch, far too innocent to know anything about tattoos and piercings and–”
Leon moaned, low and drawn out as James pulled his nipple–piercing and all–into his mouth while rolling the other one between his fingers. He swirled his tongue and sucked in an alternating rhythm from his hand until finally Leon cried out, “God–fuck–your mouth!”
James popped his head up. “What about my mouth?”
Leon grabbed him and pulled him in for a teeth-crashing kiss. James continued flicking the barbell, and Leon bucked his hips against James’ stomach, mumbling something into James’ mouth.
James tilted his head, breaking the kiss. “What was that?”
“I need it,” Leon growled, pressing their lips together again.
James felt like he was standing on the edge of a cliff, looking out at the scenery, enjoying the rush of, for once, actually being the one in control.
While James liked to put on a show of being totally put together, he was easily flappable. It was probably why Leon always enjoyed pushing his buttons and getting under his skin at work.
Leon, on the other hand, always seemed laid back and like he didn’t give a fuck about anything.
While James knew that was only partially true–he cared very deeply about his neighbor and was starting to show pretty clear signs of caring about James–it still wasn’t common for James to be the one who was calm and collected while Leon lost control.
James was surprised how much he liked it…and how much he wanted more of it.
He tipped his head to the other side, pulling out of the kiss again. “Need it where?”
All Leon could do was groan as James yanked on one of his nipple piercings.
“Here?” James asked, giving it a twist.
Leon’s head fell back against the couch.
“Or…” James slowly ran his hand down Leon’s chest, teasing the ball inside his belly button before sliding his fingers about half an inch under the waistband of his pants.
Leon’s cheeks were flushed as his lashes fluttered, and he struggled to open his eyes. When their gazes met, James caught a flash of uncertainty before Leon grabbed him by the neck and pressed their lips back together. James didn’t remove his hand, but he didn’t move it any further.
He waited for Leon to take a break to catch his breath before whispering, “Is that what you want, baby?”
“Fuck…James,” Leon whined, squirming underneath James’ weight. “You don’t have to. We haven’t talked yet, and I don’t want to do or say something wrong if–”
“What did I say?” James interrupted, waiting for Leon’s squirming to stop. “All you have to do is sit there and look pretty.”
The uncertainty was still there in Leon’s eyes, but it was now mixed with something else James couldn’t read. He absolutely didn’t want to pressure Leon into doing something he wasn’t ready for, but he also didn’t want Leon to have any doubts that James’ offer was sincere.