Chapter 2 – James #3
He stroked his fingers against the soft hairs of Leon’s happy trail. “If you want this, I want this,” he said. Leon raised a skeptical eyebrow, and James rolled his eyes. “I’m not saying that because I want to be useful.”
This had been, and probably always would be, a major talking point in their relationship.
Their first kiss occurred because James was having an existential crisis about his mom no longer needing him and feeling like Leon didn’t need or, more importantly, want him either.
Since they started dating, Leon had been pretty good about showing in small ways that he wanted him.
James would probably have to work for the rest of his life to separate being needed from being wanted and loved, but right now, he was feeling good about it.
“Are you sure?” Leon asked.
James finally recognized the look in his eye as concern.
“Leon, baby,” James said, removing his hand from Leon’s pants to place it on his chest, right above his heart.
“I want you so badly right now. For tonight, I don’t want to take my clothes off or go through a ‘get to know my parts’ session.
But I would love absolutely nothing more than to get to know your parts, and to keep making you feel good. ”
Leon’s kissed-pink lips quirked up on one side. “I don’t usually make this much of a fuss about hooking up, but…it’s been a while since I’ve done anything with someone who wasn’t a one-night thing. I desperately want you, but I’d never want to fuck anything up just for a blow job.”
James nodded. “I appreciate that, but I promise, I know my limits. This is an eager and excited blow job offer.”
Leon’s smile slowly spread as he threaded his fingers through James’. He guided their hands down his chest and to his erection, which was straining against the soft fabric of his pants. His eyes seemed to ask one more time, “Are you sure?”
James hoped the speed at which he scrambled off the couch and onto his knees was a good enough answer.
“Fuck, darlin’,” Leon said, quickly shifting around on the couch until he was facing the TV, his legs on either side of James’ shoulders.
“Hey, now you can keep watching the show,” James said, smirking up at him as he reached for the top of Leon’s pants.
“If you think for one second,” Leon said, as he lifted up his hips and allowed James to drag his pants down to his ankles, “that my eyes aren’t going to be glued to that devilish mouth of yours the entire fucking time, you’re–”
Leon’s breath hitched as James bent his head forward and kissed the tip of his cock. The black fabric of his boxer briefs–because of course they were black–was wet and dark around the tip. James sucked the head into his mouth so he could finally taste his boyfriend.
“Fuck–your mouth,” Leon groaned.
James hummed happily and gave a rough suck.
Leon sank into the back of the couch, his hips angling up, which allowed James to grab his boxer briefs and pull them down.
He shuffled on the carpet until he was able to get Leon’s pants and underwear underneath his knees.
It was extra padding and also got them out of the way.
As James grabbed Leon’s hips and urged him to scoot a little closer to the edge of the couch, it had the added bonus of forcing Leon’s legs to fall open even wider.
James leaned back to take in Leon in all of his almost naked glory and–
Oh. My god.
Leon was everything James hadn’t known he wanted.
His thighs were well muscled, with a bit of fat on the insides that James would love to sink his teeth into.
His hair was a bit darker on his calves than it was on his thighs.
James ran his hands from Leon’s knees up to his hips, brushing over a snake tattoo that ran from his left ankle up to the middle of his thigh.
On the other leg, he had a scythe. The handle started at his knee and ran up the inside of his leg, the metal blade curving up and over his cock, somewhat obscured by his pubic hair.
“Okay, this one has to be just for you and not for your bad boy image,” James joked, running his tongue along the curved blade.
Leon’s laugh was only half-formed, turning into an aborted exhale as James swirled his tongue in the hollow of his hip. “I was twenty and had finally left home. I thought all the guys I was planning to fuck would think it was badass.”
James pressed a kiss to the tip of the scythe and then to the tip of Leon’s cock. “It is kind of badass,” James admitted as he licked his lips, savoring the salty flavor of Leon’s arousal.
Leon always smelled like fall in an orange orchard. James had never been to an orange orchard, much less in the fall, but there was something about his woodsy, citrus-spice scent that conjured up falling leaves and juicy fruit.
As James ran his tongue down Leon’s length, he realized the spiced scent must have been all Leon, because as he buried his nose in springy brunette curls, he was overwhelmed with the smell of cloves and musk.
“God, your smell,” James groaned, running the tip of his nose up the ridge of Leon’s cock, just to run his tongue back down the other side.
“I…probably could have showered after running errands,” Leon admitted weakly, his face turning red.
“Baby!” James exclaimed, letting out a surprised laugh as he rested his hands on Leon’s naked thighs. “I said your smell, not you smell.”
Leon blinked at him and then rolled his head to the side, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Oh…sorry, I think all my body’s energy is going into keeping my dick hard. No computing power left.”
God, this man.
James grabbed his dick–oh my god, he was finally touching Leon’s dick!–and gave it two languid strokes. There was around an inch of space between James’ thumb and forefinger when he settled his hand at the base. He was also decently long, a fact that might test James’ out-of-date skills.
Good thing he was always up for a challenge.
“Darlin’...please,” Leon moaned, his head rolling to the other side of his neck.
James batted his eyelashes up at Leon and waited until Leon’s eyes were glued to him before taking him in his mouth and pressing his head as far down as he could go.
Leon made a strangled noise, and James pulled his head back up, following his lips with his fist. As he stroked his hand back down, he lowered his mouth, pressing the flat of his tongue along the underside of his cock.
When he reached the bottom, he went a little further, unfurling his pinky and ring finger to press more of Leon into his mouth.
He repeated this process a few more times until he was able to almost entirely release his fist. He didn’t think he’d be able to get the last inch or so tonight. He’d need a bit more practice for that.
It seemed like Leon would be a very willing practice subject, as he was making a litany of desperate, needy noises.
His hands were clenching and unclenching at his sides like he didn’t know what to do with them.
Not wanting to stop the rhythm he’d built up, James grabbed one of Leon’s hands and placed it on his head.
Leon’s fist tightened in his hair, but his noises stopped.
James looked up to find a wide-eyed expression on Leon’s face.
James would have to tease him later for clearly making assumptions about what he liked in bed.
For now, though, he was on a mission. James formed a fist around Leon’s base again before pressing on Leon’s hand, demonstrating forcing his head down to meet his fist. He lifted his head back up and did it again until Leon seemed to understand.
“If you’re sure?” Leon whispered.
James hummed around his dick, and Leon raised his other hand to James’ head.
Oh, heck yes.
Leon started thrusting into James’ mouth, using his hands on James’ head mainly for stability.
James liked this, too, and he did his best to relax his mouth and throat to take every thrust, never going too deep because he was still fisting the base.
He liked having his mouth used, but he really didn’t like to gag.
This was the perfect combination of those two things.
James tried to keep his eyes on Leon’s blissed-out expression, but they kept sliding closed in pleasure. He loved giving head. It made him feel sexy and powerful.
“Fuck, James, I’m close,” Leon grunted as his hips fell out of rhythm.
James lifted his head, and Leon immediately dropped his hands. James took the top third or so of Leon’s dick in his mouth and sucked while pumping the bottom with his spit-slick grip.
“Oh–oh–fuck–yes, yes, yes,” Leon chanted before coming with a soft cry.
James did his best to swallow what he could, but some of it dribbled down his chin and onto his hand. He pulled off Leon’s dick with a pop and, while making very purposeful eye contact with him, licked the rest of Leon’s cum off his slowly wilting dick.
Leon’s entire body shook, and he muttered something about “devil mouths” before grabbing James by the shoulders and trying to bodily drag him back onto the couch.
“Okay, okay,” James said with a laugh.
He stood up, allowing Leon to kick off his pants, pull his boxers back on, and turn sideways on the couch. James did his best to avoid rubbing against Leon’s crotch as he climbed on top of him. After a bit of adjusting, he settled contentedly between Leon’s side and the back of the couch.
The credits were rolling on TV, and the next episode began, showing they’d only missed about an episode and a half. It would be easy to go back, but as they both caught their breath, neither of them made any move to do so.
“That was…fucking amazing,” Leon finally said, as the intro music finished and the host of the show appeared on screen.
James grinned into the side of Leon’s shoulder. “I’m not sure if I should say thank you or you’re welcome.”
“Either,” Leon said, turning to smack a kiss on James’ forehead.