Chapter 3 – Leon #5
A soft laugh puffed out of Leon. “I would have yelled ‘tomato’ if I needed to. I told you, I’ll tell you if you do something I don’t like. I love this, but I need to fucking come soon, or I’m gonna explode.”
James’ sweet, blue eyes rounded. “Tomato…” he whispered, probably remembering the shit show that had been their Halloween, including the haunted house that used the same safe word.
Leon flexed his hips, and James, without even looking down, stroked him with perfect finesse. He twisted his hand right at the top twice, and Leon was done for. He came so fast and so hard, he shouted.
He kept shouting when James continued stroking him through and then past his orgasm.
“Fuck—tomato, Jesus,” Leon said with a groaning laugh as he rolled to the side.
James giggled and glued himself to Leon’s back like the sadistic little mensch he was.
“Good to know it works,” James whispered in his ear as he wound his arms around Leon’s now messy stomach.
“My cock?”
“Your safe word.”
Leon huffed and wiggled his hips, trying to press their bodies against each other as tightly as he was threading their fingers together. James allowed Leon to hold his hand, but he tipped his hips away, pressing his bare chest against Leon’s back instead.
Leon wanted to tell him that he didn’t need to keep even an inch of space between them.
He understood James’ hesitation, at least intellectually, but he also knew down to his core that he wouldn’t be phased by how James’ crotch felt.
If James wasn’t ready for that level of intimacy, though, Leon wasn’t going to pressure him.
Instead of asking for more from his lover, who had already given him so much that night, he decided to offer something instead: a small truth he usually left unsaid.
“I love spooning,” he began. “I’ve been thinking about having you in my arms in bed for weeks, if not months. But…no one ever really wants to spoon me.”
James nuzzled his nose under Leon’s ear. “Do you think that’s because of the bad boy persona?”
Leon sighed. “That, or my height and size, or maybe my perceived masculinity and toppy-ness.”
James kissed the shell of his ear and scooted a little bit closer. The soft flesh of his belly pressed into Leon’s lower back, and despite everything they’d just done, it felt really intimate.
“That sucks, baby,” James whispered, placing another kiss right below Leon’s ear. “It doesn’t matter if you’re bigger, butcher, a top, or whatever else. You still deserve to be held.”
That balloon pressed into Leon’s lungs, and all he could do was rub his thumb over James’ fingers as they lapsed into silence.
Leon would have happily fallen asleep in James’ arms, but their hands were resting in the cooling, sticky mess he’d made on his stomach, and he only lasted another few minutes before the feeling made him shiver in revulsion.
“Cold?” James asked, his voice husky with the beginning of sleep.
“Sticky,” Leon grumbled. “I’m gonna take a quick shower.”
James buried his face in Leon’s hair. “Hurry back.”
Leon took one of the fastest showers of his life and opted to stroll back into his bedroom completely naked. He enjoyed having James’ eyes on him, and he savored the heated look he received as he walked over to his dresser to grab a clean pair of boxers.
He looked around for his shirt and pants but couldn’t find them on the floor or bed. James watched with his big, shining blue eyes as Leon lifted the edge of his blanket and glanced fruitlessly around the room.
“I guess you’ll just have to sleep in your boxers,” James said, with a none-too-subtle eyebrow waggle. He still wasn’t wearing his shirt, so it must have disappeared to the same place Leon’s clothes had.
“Is that so, little mensch? This is my room. I could just put on other clothes.”
James pouted. “I’d really prefer it if you didn’t.” Leon raised his pierced eyebrow, and James huffed. “Please, baby? I want to look at more of your tattoos, and…skin-on-skin cuddling feels really good.”
Leon loved that the same man who could edge him for over an hour also blushed when asking him to come to bed with fewer clothes on.
“Whatever you want, darlin’,” he said, climbing into bed and sliding under the covers. He scooted right up next to James, but wasn’t sure how they were going to position themselves.
James gently pushed on his shoulder until he rolled to the side, facing away so James could slowly explore each of Leon’s tattoos. He had six—or was it seven?—on his back. James traced each one, first with the pads of his fingers, and then with soft kisses and kitten licks.
Leon practically melted into the bed. He was having a hard time remembering the last time he’d felt this relaxed. There was always something to do or somewhere to be. Right now, the only thing filling his usually crowded mind was James.
“Turn over for me, baby,” James whispered.
Leon was like putty in his hands. He rolled onto his back, completely boneless.
When James grabbed his hand and Ranger rolled him onto his side, he went willingly—also a little impressed that James knew how to do that.
A few of Leon’s previous bed partners had asked him to throw them around a little, and he’d always done it, even though it wasn’t something he craved or sought out.
It was surprisingly nice being the one on the receiving end.
Once James seemed to have Leon where he wanted him, he slotted against Leon’s front in an almost perfect spooning position.
They both gave their own versions of happy sighs, and Leon pressed his face into James’ neck.
He smelled a little musky, like sweat and sex, but that clean scent was still there, right below the surface.
His smell and the incredible feeling of having his boyfriend in his arms made Leon’s abs quiver, but his dick was down for the count tonight.
That probably wouldn’t be the case the whole night, though.
“Darlin’,” he murmured, and he waited for James to grunt in response. “I’m probably gonna get hard at some point overnight if we sleep like this. If that’s a problem, I can roll onto my back right before we fall asleep, or you can always just push me away.”
James stroked his fingers up and down Leon’s forearm. “For tonight, it might be better if we separate right before we fall asleep. I promise that won’t always be the case.”
Leon kissed the soft, downy hair at the back of James’ neck. “It’s no problem, darlin’,” he said, pulling James somehow even tighter against himself.
James continued stroking Leon’s arms as his eyes fell shut.
“Mmmm… So good… so happy,” Leon whispered, sleep crashing over him like a wave.
“That’s all I want, baby,” James whispered back. “For both of us to be happy.”