Chapter 31
Thirty-One
J oe
Their frolicking in the ocean was heavenly but they had to cut it short when Joe realized Leslie was getting fried.
All that pale freckled pink skin couldn’t handle the intense sunshine and rather than slide the lounge chair into the shade and make out, Leslie let Joe know he had a king-sized bed with soft sheets and a beautiful view in his private cabin separate from the main house. It seemed the best option.
“As long as I’m not keeping you from—”
Leslie shoved his tongue in Joe’s mouth, reminding him that they had the entire day set aside for make-up activities, which very well could include sex, if they just moved inside…where there was a big shower. And supplies.
They yanked on their pants and Leslie led Joe up another path and then to the left of the main house. He let them inside and Joe gasped.
“This is incredible. I can’t believe this view.”
“I know. This was actually the original caretaker’s house, but I had a bigger one built for the caretaker and his family. I wanted it in case, well…”
“Did you do this—”
“I hoped someday you’d come.”
Joe’s eyes filled and he dropped his clothes and shoes on the floor, pulling Leslie into his arms.
“If you want, I’ll never leave.”
Leslie buried his face in Joe’s wild hair and Joe felt his whole body shudder.
“Let’s shower.”
This time, they were both relatively pain-free.
This time, they were both naked.
This time, Joe returned the favor and bathed Leslie.
“Except you’re so freaking tall,” Joe said, nearly slipping when he went up on his toes to wash Leslie’s hair. “Even with my above-average height, I can barely reach you.”
“Stop it,” Leslie said with a smile.
“I love this shampoo,” Joe said, inhaling as he covered his hands with the stuff and wove his fingers into Leslie’s hair. “I’ve always loved this scent on you. You literally always smell like Hawaii.”
Leslie grinned and tilted his head back, the soap running down his massive chest, over his slightly rounded stomach, and pooled around his semi-erect cock.
Like the rest of Leslie’s body, it was long, pink, and had all the right curves.
His thighs were so powerful, his ass high and strong.
Joe touched him everywhere and loved every second.
“I could do this every day and die a happy man.”
“Then do it.” Leslie grew serious, holding Joe’s hands. “Move in with me.”
They stared at each other and Joe’s heart pounded out of control.
“Yeah?” he breathed.
“Yeah, I—ow.” Shampoo had run into Leslie’s eyes and they hurried to rinse them, laughing the whole time.
“But what about the rest of the Paytons? Are they ready for a fifth wheel?”
“They’d probably prefer you to me anyhow at this point. They love you, Joe. I know you’ve been on your own for a long time and there’s a certain amount of tolerance necessary to live with my brothers—”
“Yes. Yes, I’d love to move in with you. But Leslie, you know we’re going to be the talk of the town, there will be buzz…”
“Do you honestly think I care?”
Joe grinned. The idea of being a part of Leslie’s family had been scary when they’d first agreed to give their relationship a shot, but now? He’d missed them almost as much as Leslie when they’d been apart.
“And I’ve got to work.” Joe placed his hand on Leslie’s cheek. “Whether it’s at Greenvale for as long as they’ll have me, in LA for Dance Machine , or New York…I have to work. As long as this body will cooperate. Will you accept that part of me as well?”
Leslie wrapped his arms around Joe and pulled him tight against him.
“As long as you come home to me, as long as we talk while you’re away, as long as we continue to be honest… Yeah, Joe. I want to be your home. I want to take care of you when you need me, and I want to continue watching you soar.”
This was a lot for Leslie, Joe knew. Something drastic had shifted between them and Joe was elated.
Gone was any fear about committing, as long as Leslie was behind him unconditionally, they could have the kind of life people wrote romance novels about.
That elusive happily ever after was in their grasp.
“And can we spend Christmas in Hawaii every year? Because this is awesome.”
Leslie touched their foreheads together. “Whatever you want, Twinkle Toes.”
They began to kiss and within moments they were ready for a horizontal surface. Joe’s legs were shaking so bad and Leslie’s height made things difficult for shower sex.
“Let me shave first,” Joe said and Leslie shook his head.
“Leave it. I like it.”
Joe raised his eyebrows. “Well, all right then.”
They climbed into Leslie’s massive four-poster canopied king and Joe sighed. “I might never leave this bed,” he said and then Leslie reached over to the side table and used a remote to open the glass doors. A warm breeze drifted in and Joe moaned. “This is heaven.”
“It’s always tempting to stay in bed here,” he said. “And with you beside me, it is heaven.”
Joe dragged his fingers over Leslie’s abs and then stroked his erection. “I think you should bring this heavenly body up here and make love to me.”
“Actually…” Leslie ran his hand up Joe’s arm to his shoulder and Joe recognized the uncertainty in his expression.
“You want me?”
Leslie nodded and lay on his back. “I’ve…I haven’t—”
“I’ve got you,” Joe said. “Not everyone likes it, though, and we can stop at any time.” His heart was spilling over with love for this man who was so giving and brave enough to ask for what he wanted.
Joe talked Leslie through the prep, was so gentle with him, giving him time to adjust. When Leslie was trembling with need and begging for more, Joe slid on a condom and ran his hands over the backs of Leslie’s thighs.
“I’m sorry I’m not as flexible as you.” Leslie laughed nervously.
“You’re gorgeous, babe.” Joe was nervous, too. He hadn’t ever been someone’s first, and he didn’t want to hurt him. He pressed in slowly and Leslie’s eyes went wide before he smiled and relaxed a bit, his head falling back on the pillow.
“More.”
A thrill shot down Joe’s spine and he gave Leslie what he asked for, and when Leslie’s cries of “more” turned into “yeah, baby,” Joe let go of his hesitation, loving their closeness, loving that he could make Leslie scream, Leslie who was so prim and proper in every aspect of his life, who was so damn nice , and yet who turned into an unrestrained sex god under Joe’s touch.
“God, yes, Joe, I’m coming.” And Leslie came on his chest without Joe even touching his cock, his muscles rippling, his pink skin now red and splotchy and covered in a sheen of sweat and spend. Joe loved the view, so he pulled out, removed the condom and added to the mess on Leslie’s abs .
“Fuck, that is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” Leslie moaned. “You are so fucking good, Joe.”
Joe dragged his cock against Leslie’s and Leslie gasped. “I am here for your viewing pleasure.” And then he collapsed next to Leslie and panted. “Although, my hip is warning me that an encore might not be the best plan.”
Leslie cleaned them both up and then ran a hand over Joe’s right hip flexor, bending over to kiss him there. “I’m sorry. And thank you, Twinkle Toes. That was awesome. I wasn’t sure I’d ever want to, but I wanted to with you.”
“I’m honored you trusted me,” Joe said, pushing a wisp of Leslie’s hair off his forehead. “Everything is better with you,” Joe said. “Especially intercourse. I never really wanted anyone like that…never liked giving or receiving it much until you. Guess I’m demisexual after all.”
“Everything is better with you, Joe. I love you.”
“I love you, baby.”
They reluctantly emerged from Leslie’s casita to join the rest of the fam for dinner…and the inevitable razzing.
“I swear, I saw bigfoot in the bushes,” Randy said. “I even got a picture.”
“Stop it,” Leslie said as he polished off his crab dinner. It was not the breathy, affectionate “stop it” that Joe was used to. This one had a warning behind it.
“I’m serious. Look,” Randy showed Joe his phone and he nearly spit out his salad.
“Oh my god, Randy.”
Leslie reached a long arm out and snatched his phone. His eyebrows went up at the sight of his pale ass in the bright sun moments before he leaped in the water. Joe wished he would have been able to get a copy of that picture before Leslie—
“Delete. Oh, and I’ll delete that one. Oh, and that one. What the hell, Brother Randy? Are you looking at joining the paparazzi?”
“Thank goodness for the cloud,” Randy said as he reached for his phone. Leslie gave him a hard look and punched a bunch of buttons on Randy’s phone before handing it back to him.
“No, damn you! It’s locked! Now I’ll have to wait forever to get into it.”
“You’re lucky I didn’t mess it up so bad you’ll need to call. I know how much you looooove waiting on the phone ‘for the next available agent.’” Leslie winked at Joe and Joe squeezed his knee under the table.
Malcolm watched the happenings with an amused expression. Joe had been a little starstruck meeting him and had to hold back all of the “what was it like interviewing Rita Moreno? What was Patrick Swayze really like?” type of questions. At least until after dinner.
“If you’re finished, Brother Randy, I have news.”
The three Paytons and Malcolm all waited eagerly for Leslie to speak.
“Joe’s moving in.”
Agnes threw her arms around Joe.
Sandy pumped his fist.
Randy groaned and rolled his eyes. “Man, now we’re going to have to see the lovey-dovey shit all over the house, aren’t we?”
“Oh relax, and Merry Christmas. I bought you snowmobiles. They’re being delivered when you get back.”
“Yes!” Randy said. He stood and hugged Leslie, kissing the thinning spot on the top of his head. “Thank you, Brother Leslie.”
“And Sandy, your gift is first year’s tuition for grad school.”
Sandy dropped his fork on his plate, making a loud clang. “You’re kidding.”
“Nope. I saw your acceptance letter before I left the house. Congratulations.”