Chapter 5 – Leon #3
“Oh, baby…you feel so good,” James cooed, running his hands through Leon’s hair as he slowly moved his hips. “I’ve wanted you for so long.”
“Me, too,” Leon mumbled, thrusting forward in a way that had his abs trembling as he tried to go even deeper.
“Move with me,” James instructed, rolling his hips a few times until Leon’s brain finally booted back online, and he matched James’ movements. “Yeah, just like that, baby.”
Every thrust lit up his nervous system, and he felt that balloon begin to inflate again.
It expanded with each and every noise that fell from James’ lips.
When he thought it couldn’t grow any bigger, James pressed his nails into Leon’s shoulders, like he had to be even closer to Leon than he already was.
For a moment, Leon couldn’t catch his breath. He slid his hands under James’ shoulders and sealed their lips together, like maybe he could borrow his boyfriend’s air until his lungs started working again.
“Mmmm…that’s its baby,” James hummed into the kiss, arching his back to encourage Leon to move faster.
Leon forced himself to take three shallow breaths through his nose, as he envisioned the balloon shrinking back to a more manageable size.
It took longer than he would have liked, but once he was finally able to take a full breath, he began thrusting with more force.
Things went from amazing to unbelievable as pleasure coursed up his spine.
“Feels…so good…so fucking good…” Leon gasped.
James kept one hand clawed against Leon’s lower back and slid his other between them. His fingers moved against Leon’s stomach, and presumably against his dick.
“Oh god,” James whined.
“Yeah, stroke your dick for me… So good,” Leon grit out, as whatever James was doing to himself caused him to clench even tighter around Leon’s dick.
His lower back was on fire, but that somehow heightened the pleasure in the same way James’ biting his neck had him screaming in a heady mix of pain and ecstasy.
“Close!” Leon grunted through his teeth, and James’ hand jerked even faster.
“Come for me,” James whispered.
Leon responded with an embarrassingly loud groan that sort of sounded like he was dying. He emptied himself into James and found his teasing boyfriend had been right. The added lubrication made the final few thrusts gloriously smooth.
He pressed against the bed, preparing to pull out and finish James with his hands or even his mouth, but James didn’t let him up.
If anything, he held him even tighter as he frantically stroked himself.
His pussy clenched surprisingly tight, milking Leon’s spent dick.
He’d had a few guys keep jerking him after he came, and he had never really liked the feeling.
This felt somehow amazing and yet impossible, like he was prolonging his orgasm.
Leon’s arms began to tremble. “J-James,” he whimpered.
“So…close,” James whined, jerking his hips frantically against Leon’s aching dick. “Please, oh god…I’m so close!”
Leon scrunched his eyes shut and pressed his face into James’ neck, riding the almost painful wave of pleasure that washed through him as James somehow managed to keep Leon’s dick clenched inside him.
Where his mind had been focused and clear the last time James had edged him, this was almost the inverse.
His head felt floaty and hazy as James continued to thrust against him.
“Yes—oh baby, yes, feels so good,” James said, reaching down to grasp Leon’s but cheeks for leverage.
The increased force of his thrusts had stars dancing in Leon’s vision, and his breathing was no more than ragged gulps. They were well past the point of oversensitivity and were now approaching euphoria. His hips started twitching, and suddenly he was fucking into James again.
“Oh, don’t stop, don’t stop,” James begged, as if he wasn’t clearly the one in control of this show. His pussy dragged along Leon’s dick in a hypnotic pull that had him moaning out a string of unintelligible curse words.
His poor balls drew up against his body a second time, and James let out a softer, much sexier groan as they somehow finished together.
The second James relaxed his grip on Leon’s ass, Leon rolled off him and threw an arm over his face.
“Sorry,” James whispered, and a moment later his overheated body was blanketing Leon’s. At least he was careful to avoid Leon’s throbbing cock. “I didn’t mean for that to go so long.”
“S’okay…was close to calling tomato, but not quite.”
He actually hadn’t even considered safe wording. It had been a form of sweet, exquisite torture, and while he was absolutely out of commission for the rest of the night, it had also been some of the best sex of his entire life.
James pulled gently on his arm, and he removed it from over his eyes, only to find James giving him a worried look.
“I’m fine, darlin’. Seriously. It actually felt pretty fucking good, just…the painful kind of good.”
James bit his lip, and Leon grabbed him, manhandling him around until he was curled against Leon’s chest.
“We should talk a bit more clearly about your pain tolerance and what you like to be pushed on, and what’s a hard limit,” James said.
“Okay, but I probably won’t have a lot of answers for you. Most of this is new to me, and I don’t really know what feels good or bad-good or good-bad until we’re doing it.”
He could feel James scrunch up his brow from where his face was resting against Leon’s pec. “What the heck is bad-good and good-bad?”
“Shhhh, little mensch,” Leon cooed, running his fingers through James’ messy hair. “It makes sense in my head.”
“If only I was inside there with you,” James said quietly.
Leon squeezed him tighter. “A bit messy in here…but I wouldn’t mind.”
James bit his nipple.
“Hey! See, that was bad-good. It felt kinda good, cause I like it when you play with my nipples, but it was bad cause you did it to be a brat. So, a bad kind of good.”
“So…good-bad is something that should feel bad, but feels good?”
“Mhmm. A good kind of bad. Like you suffocating my spent dick.”
James choked, and Leon chuckled softly. He loved exasperating him.
He loved a lot things to do with James.
It was way too early for that, or at least, it still felt too early for Leon to trust what he was feeling. Love hadn’t always been a safe thing for him. It had been weaponized by his mam and held over his head by exes.
James was nothing like that, though. Leon knew that just as clearly as he knew the difference between bad-good and good-bad. He just wasn’t ready to look too closely at the soft little emotions he was starting to carry around with him.
They talked a little more about bads and goods, and Leon was able to say with full certainty he didn’t like the idea of blood being drawn, except if it was an accident from a hard scratch on his back or chest. He also didn’t ever want to be hit, and James agreed so fast, he nearly smacked Leon in the face with his nodding.
While James admitted he loved the idea of designing a tattoo for Leon, and he enjoyed seeing small marks and bruises on Leon’s body, he didn’t ever want to do something that would mark him permanently.
Leon appreciated that James had his own limits.
It somehow made Leon feel safer talking about his.
The conversation continued as they moved into the shower, and James shared that he loved having shapes drawn on his skin. Leon drew increasingly filthy things on his back with soap until James ushered them out of the shower, so they didn’t miss the fireworks.
James put his sparkly outfit back on, plus one of Leon’s heavier jackets, and he allowed Leon to thread a scarf around his neck.
Leon got dressed in an assortment of clothes from his dryer, savoring the warmth as they took the elevator up to the roof.
Several people were gathered around the railings, and a few had brought their own chairs.
Leon hadn’t thought to do that, but before he could panic about being a bad boyfriend, he spotted an available bench a little way away from the crowd.
It was cement, and a bit cold, but that just made James snuggle up against him.
“Do you have a New Year's resolution?” James asked, as he held Leon’s hand with one hand and a champagne flute with the other.
Leon had bought the disposable ones because he figured he wouldn’t need them again. The glass ones also made him a bit nervous with Yarmen around. It turned out to be perfect foresight, because they could just toss them after the fireworks were done.
“I want next year to be just like the past month,” Leon said.
James kissed him softly on the cheek. “I want that, too. And I want to keep working on my relationship with Linda and Howard…and continue drawing new boundaries with my mom.”
“I think those sound like good goals,” Leon said softly, kissing him on the cheek in return.
“Oh!” James said, right as people around them began counting down. “And I want to try and make at least one new friend this year.”
Leon laughed softly. “If Aspen and Noah count, you may fulfill that resolution pretty fast.”
“I know,” James said, beaming up at him, and Leon grabbed him by the back of the neck and kissed him until there were only five seconds left of the year.
James pushed against his chest until he pulled back, and Leon stared into shining blue eyes as they both whispered, “Three…two…one.”
Their kiss was short and sweet, chased by bubbly champagne as the fireworks began exploding overhead.
They stayed until the end of the show; their noses pink and lips chapped from the cold.
It seemed a little ridiculous to take yet another shower, so instead, they had more champagne on the couch to warm up before dressing in the coziest pajamas Leon owned.
As they climbed back into bed and James wrapped himself tightly around Leon’s back, their bodies pressed together from shoulders to toes, Leon thought he was well on his way to fulfilling his resolution as well.
To be continued in Love Mediation
Conflict Resolution is the second novella in the Conflict Mediation Spin-Off novella series.