Chapter 29
Chapter
Twenty-Nine
“ W e have to be quiet.” Leo snickered as Torres slammed him into the vanity in the bathroom, making it croak.
“Don’t care.” Torres grunted quickly, wrestling Leo out of his clothes before shedding his. “Get in.” He urged Leo towards the shower as he turned to lock the door. Nothing was a cock blocker like a child coming in to see what you’re doing. His son was scarred enough. He didn’t want to add to that fact.
Leo was already washing his hair when Torres joined him. Leo pursed his lips. “This is gonna hurt like a bitch, isn’t it?”
“Probably, considering I have to wax your balls, taint, and hole, yeah, I can’t imagine that’s going to feel good.” Torres studied him. “You can say no.” he told him, dreading the answer either way.
“No, I will do this. Not only for Gabe but for me too, I know what Daegan did had nothing to do with me and wasn’t my fault, but I feel guilty. I can’t change what he did, but I can do my best to help make amends to this family who has gone through so much.” Leo cupped Torres’ cheek, urging him to meet his eyes. “I love you Vince, and I know you don’t want me to do this, but I need to.”
Torres sighed heavily. “I know baby, I’ve never had someone I love in this type of situation, so it’s taking me a bit to come to terms with it.”
Leo smirked. “I told you I was trouble.”
Torres grinned before he kissed Leo softly. “True, but you’re so worth it.” He mumbled, deepening the kiss.
Leo pulled back when oxygen became a necessity. “Let’s get this over with.” He groaned, going back to scrubbing his body down and using conditioner and an exfoliating scrub on the areas that were about to be ripped apart in the hopes it would help his skin as it grew back. “You don’t expect me to keep shaving, do you?”
Torres shook his head. “No, it’s your body. You can do whatever you want with it. I prefer you to have hair. I don’t like the childlikeness to be honest, but if you were this way naturally, I wouldn’t have a problem with it. Since I know you can and do grow hair down there, I prefer that over clean-shaven.”
Leo grinned. “Good, I normally manscape but I’ve never been one for the clean-shaven either. It feels very weird.”
Torres chuckled. “I can’t remember what it feels like. I haven’t shaved since I started going through puberty. I trim but that’s about it.”
“Not even your chest hair?” Leo asked as he watched Torres get out and towel off before starting the little wax melter.
Torres shook his head. “No, I’ve never had a reason to, I did have a partner that wanted me to shave it because he didn’t like the thickness and I would have done it had he asked and not demanded I wax it because I would look better if I wasn’t so scruffy.”
Leo gasped. “He did not.”
“Oh, he did.” Torres assured him. “I caught him trimming the thicker hair down closer to my navel with scissors one night while he thought I was asleep.”
Leo’s brow furrowed as he dug his hands into said hair and caressed Torres. “What was his name, baby?”
Torres snorted. “You gonna get payback?”
“Yup, he will be brutally murdered on page eighty-seven in my new book.” Leo huffed.
Torres laughed. Leo was adorable when he got all protective over him. He wouldn’t lie. It felt amazing to be on the other side. He’d been called every name in the book because he was so overprotective of anyone he had in his life, but to find out Leo was the same warmed his heart. “Don’t worry baby, I tossed him out on his ass, and haven’t seen him since.”
“Good.” Leo stepped out of the shower and patted himself dry, as he pursed his lips at Torres stirring the melted wax.
“What do you want to do first?” Torres asked.
“I’m gonna shave my face, but we can start on my torso.” Leo said, sitting on the toilet.
“This would be more comfortable on the bed.” Torres said, opening the door to see if Gabe was still asleep, and saw Doc sitting in the bed grinning at him. Torres raised a brow. “Can you take Gabe into another room, please?”
Doc grinned. “Sure thing,” He leaned over and grabbed Gabe, easily lifting the sleeping boy into his arms and walking out of the bedroom, making sure to shut the door behind him.
“Are they always this weird?” Leo chuckled as he looked over Torres’ shoulder.
Torres rolled his eyes. “Yes, yes, they are but I wouldn’t trade them for anything.”
Leo snickered as he sat on the bed and got rid of his towel as Torres locked the door. “Alright, so armpits first?”
Torres nodded. “Yeah, I’ll do one at a time.” He grabbed a bowl of cool water from the bathroom sink and set it on the nightstand. “You ready?”
Leo laid back and stuck his arms up. “Yup.” He really wasn’t I mean what man really wanted to do this? But hey to each their own, whatever floats your boat and tickles your pickle and all that shit. He flinched as Torres spread a thin layer of wax over the hair on the top part of his armpit. He relaxed as Torres backed off. Maybe this wouldn’t be as ba… “Fuck!” He yelped as Torres tore his fucking arm off. “What the fuck?” He moaned.
“You ok?” Torres asked, concerned.
Leo nodded. “Yeah, let’s get this done.” He tried to control his reactions as Torres moved quickly but thoroughly over his body, making sure he had no hair left anywhere. He blinked as his balls tingled. They should hurt but he must have been too numb to feel it.
“Roll over, baby.” Torres urged him to lay on several cool clothes on the bed for him to roll over to help with the burning.
“Oh fuck, yes,” Leo hissed as the cool cloth soothed his screaming skin.
“Alright, baby, this is the last spot.” Torres tapped Leo’s hole in warning.
“Yay.” Leo snarked.
Torres chuckled as he spread the wax over Leo’s hole, making sure to be careful and not hurt his man. He tapped it a few times to make sure it was hard enough to pull off. “Ready?”
Leo shoved his face into the pillow as he nodded. His scream was muffled by the pillow as his ass caught on fire. “Holy shit!”
Torres quickly pressed a cool cloth to the abused area and breathed a sigh of relief as Leo relaxed into the bed. He couldn’t imagine what kind of pain that was. He himself was a little bitch when he had to pull off the Saniderm when he got a new tattoo. “You ok?” He asked nervously.
Leo huffed out a breath. “Yeah, but fuck if I’m ever doing this again.”
Torres chuckled, relieved. “Good, because I never want to do this to you again.” He helped Leo flip over and then leaned down to kiss him.
Leo hummed and pulled Torres down on top of him to deepen the kiss.
Torres snickered. “What are you doing, baby?”
“Taking my mind off things.” Leo said, giving him his best smile.
Torres snorted. “I don’t think me rubbing up against you is going to help your sensitive skin.”
“No, but you sucking it will.” Leo grinned, showing all his teeth, making Torres laugh.
“You do have a point there.” Torres blew warm air on Leo as he moved lower, grinning when Leo’s body shivered. He wasted no time and sucked Leo into the back of his throat.
“Oh, fuck,” Leo hissed, as he grabbed the back of Torres’ head and pushed him down further as he thrust up.
Torres chuckled and allowed Leo to fuck his face. He used the saliva that was running down Leo’s dick to ease his way around his hole. Then thrust a finger into the last knuckle and gently rubbed that spongy pleasure button.
“Gonna cum,” Leo groaned out, his breathing shallow as his body was wracked with pleasure. His body was so sensitive without hair to buffer and it was almost painful how good he felt. White lights danced around his vision as he came in waves down Torres' throat.
“Fuck,” Torres said roughly, waddling up on his knees to straddle Leo’s thighs as he jacked himself over Leo’s chest.
Leo laid back, grinning goofily at Torres. “You gonna mark what’s yours?” He asked, watching Torres' eyes as the man watched Leo’s hands trace his own body. They had darkened to black and Torres was breathing like an angry bull and Leo had never felt so turned on in his fucking life. He wanted his man to mark him completely. He wanted to bathe in Torres’ scent. He had never felt this safe or wanted with anyone else in his entire life.
“That what you want?” Torres rasped.
“God yes!” Leo gasped, his body bowing as Torres leaned down to nibble on his neck. Taking advantage of the position, he sucked on one of his own fingers, making sure it was wet enough, then traced Torres’ hole with it.
Torres gasped, his body rubbing against Leo’s, his dick settled between Leo’s abs, and as his body rocked it got the friction it needed. “Fuck, Leo, please.” He would beg the man and not feel embarrassed about it. He’d never begged another man and had never felt the need to, but with Leo, the man loved to wind him up, then leave him to stumble around on the ledge waiting to be pushed over.
“Shh, baby, give me a few more minutes.” Leo almost felt bad at Torres' tortured groan.
Torres hated and loved this. He really wanted to cum, but he didn’t have enough friction to be pushed over the edge and Leo knew it.
Leo pushed his middle finger all the way in barely tapping Torres' pleasure spot. “Now I want you to relax into me and get yourself off.” He grinned. “Ah, ah,” He smacked Torres’ hand as it went for his dick. “You get yourself off all over my chest, that’s what I want.”
“Fuck Leo.” With the way he was talking, Torres wouldn’t have any problem. He thrust gently at first, grunting when Leo’s finger pegged his prostate, then Leo’s abs rubbing against his erection. It was perfect. The push and pull, the ease and friction he was getting from both ends sent him over and he painted Leo’s chest and neck.
“Goddamn, look at all that cum.” Leo said surprised Torres had taken him upon his request and painted him in it. He giggled at Torres’ raised brow.
“You asked, I delivered.” Torres huffed, his breathing still ragged.
Leo laughed as he kissed Torres softly. “That you did, baby, that you did.”
Torres relaxed into Leo, smushing him into the mattress and finding his favorite place in his man’s neck to rest.
“We gonna get ready to go get the bad guy?” Leo asked, running his fingers through Torres’ hair.
“Wanna hold you for a few minutes, ok?” Torres asked almost desperately. He didn’t want this bubble to be popped yet.
“Alright, baby, just relax.” Leo could feel every muscle in Torres’ body tensing, and he ran his hands over the wide expanse of Torres’ back as he tried to calm him. “We don’t have to go anywhere right now.”
“Good, because I’m not moving until I’m ready.” Torres mumbled.
Leo laughed. “Well, I can’t move you, baby, so yes, we’ll wait until you’re ready. I love you, baby.”
Torres looked up and narrowed his eyes. “Why do I get the feeling you’re laughing at me?”
Leo’s shoulders shook with laughter. “Probably because I am.”
Torres nipped Leo’s neck in retaliation. “Dick.”