Chapter 4
Chapter Four
LEON
Leon couldn’t put his finger on it, but it felt like there was something wrong with his boyfriend’s face.
“How are you feeling today?” James asked, sliding off his shoes and dropping his overnight bag next to them.
It wasn’t quite a weekend bag, since they hadn’t spent a full Friday through Sunday together yet, but Leon was hopeful they’d get there soon. Now that he’d officially met James’ mom, maybe Leon would be invited to their Saturday lunches, and they could trek back and forth between their places.
Not seeing James at work the past three days had made Leon realize he was perhaps more attached to James than he’d thought.
It was in no way a bad thing. If anything, the fact that he could form meaningful connections like the one he had with James, and was building with Aspen and Noah, was a huge relief.
He never wanted to be like his mam, drifting from one loser guy to another, never really finding love or value in other people.
His string of failed relationships and surface-level friendships throughout his twenties had made him wonder if history was doomed to repeat itself, but he had never cared about anyone the way he cared about James.
Which was partially why James’ abnormally large grin was concerning him.
“I’m okay,” Leon said slowly. “I had a last-minute therapy session to talk about how this week went with the ADHD meds. I didn’t crash as badly yesterday, so Caden wants me to try for another week. After that, Yarmen and I napped for a while. How are you?”
“I’m good! I’m really happy to see you,” James said.
His grin softened a little around the edges, going from “I’d happily burn the world down and laugh about it” to “I’m considering burning the world down, would you like to join me on this epic adventure?”
Leon shook his head at his utterly unhelpful thoughts.
“I’m happy to see you, too,” he said, a little surprised when James crossed the short distance between them to give him another hug.
Leon would never say no to a James hug. Since they’d started having sex, James had gone from giving pretty good hugs to giving fucking phenomenal hugs.
He pressed himself tightly against Leon, fitting himself to every curve and dip of Leon’s body.
He didn’t try to distance their hips or groins anymore.
As one of Leon’s least favorite middle school dance chaperones would have said, there was absolutely no room for Jesus between them.
Tonight, as James pressed his hips forward against Leon’s leg, there was a noticeable difference from their usual Friday night hugs.
Leon raised a skeptical eyebrow, and James grinned at him, grinding his packer-free crotch against Leon.
Oh my god. Was that what this was? Had James come over ready to play?
“Are you excited, my little mensch? Is that what your face is doing right now?”
James’ face scrunched up, and he took a step back to glare at Leon. “What do you mean, is that what my face is doing?”
Leon laughed and cupped James’ cheeks, smooshing them together until he yanked his head away.
“You have such a gorgeous smile, with your cute dimples and crooked tooth. I know that smile, even if it’s a bit rare–in the office, at least.”
On weekends and sometimes on late nights after work, James smiled plenty, but in the office and right after work, it took a lot to earn his smile.
“Okay…and?” James said in an exasperated tone.
“And whatever expression you were making when you got here was not your usual smile.” Leon tipped his head to the side and studied James. “So, I’m asking, are you excited right now? To spend the night together? And maybe…”
“Maybe what?” James asked, his tone a little less exasperated, a little more genuinely curious.
Leon cupped James’ crotch, and James immediately leaned into it, a soft breath escaping as a small curve returned to his lips.
“Maybe spend some sexy time together?” Leon said. “I noticed you’re not wearing your packer. I’m going to go out on a limb and guess that has some significance?”
James bit his lip, but that grin kept trying to peek out. “It…wasn’t entirely intentional, but yes, I find it a lot easier to jump into things when I don’t have to deal with it.”
Leon was more than willing to jump right into things if that’s what James wanted tonight.
“Is that right, darlin’?” he purred, never tiring of the way James always reacted to the endearment.
“Yes, p-please,” James said, his breath hitching when Leon rubbed the heel of his hand over James’ crotch.
“You’re so sweet. My little mensch…always waiting patiently for things to heat up between us, but tonight…” Leon trailed off, unable to fully express what was going on in his head.
It was a distinct change in their dynamic, and it made Leon feel…
a lot. He was definitely turned on, but more than that, he felt desirable and like they were taking the next step in their relationship.
Typically, Leon would initiate things, either directly or with a kiss or touch.
James would often escalate their encounters, but he wasn’t ever the one to start them.
Tonight, he’d walked into Leon’s house, ready and excited to be with him.
Leon hadn’t known how much he needed that, especially after such a tumultuous week.
He pulled James into a kiss, savoring his usual flavor, mixed with a hint of toothpaste. Damn, James really had come prepared.
“Leon,” James whined, clinging to his shoulders and back, “I need you.”
“You have me, darlin’. What can I do for you?”
“Want you,” James said, pressing his crotch into Leon’s hand. “Now.”
Leon didn’t even stop to think. He dropped to his knees, dragging James’ pants and boxers down with him.
His floor definitely wasn’t comfortable, but it also wasn’t that bad, and his sweatpants were pretty thick.
As James’ clothes pooled at his feet, Leon adjusted his knees to rest on the extra fabric and decided this was more than good enough.
He’d actually learned this little trick from James himself.
“Leon!” James exclaimed, his cheeks turning bright red as he stared down at Leon.
“You said now, darlin’,” Leon said, running his hands up the insides of James’ legs, from his ankles to the soft fat of his inner thighs.
He loved that his boyfriend had some heft. He loved grabbing the soft flesh of his ass and kneading the small rolls on his hips.
What he really wanted to do, and hadn’t gotten to do yet, was bury his face between James’ thighs.
Since they’d started having sex in December, they always ended up with James giving him head, or Leon fingering or fucking James.
Oftentimes, they did all three in one night.
Leon hadn’t been in the mood to bottom yet, and if he was being completely honest, he was a little nervous to eat James out, since he’d never done it before.
He’d done a lot of research, including asking Aspen for their password for a trans porn site.
Asking for help–especially that kind of help–had probably cost Leon several years of his life, but the videos, along with some instructional ones Aspen had also sent, helped with his confidence.
The only thing left to do now was practice.
He was genuinely excited to practice, but he didn’t want his nerves to come off as anything but what they were: first-time jitters. He didn’t ever want James to think that he wasn’t interested or that he didn’t think James was one of the sexiest men he’d ever known.
Because truly, James was fucking perfect. From his excited smile all the way down to his Batman socks, Leon loved absolutely every inch of him.
“Are you–” James interrupted himself with a full body shiver as Leon teased the pad of his thumb over James’ dick. “Are you sure?”
He couldn’t believe he hadn’t thought of this before, but it made sense that the solution for his nerves would be to just do what he always did: go in hard and fast.
Or, well, maybe hard wasn’t the right approach for blow jobs or eating out, but fast might be.
“Abso-fucking-lutely, darlin’. You good?”
James nodded so hard Leon was surprised he didn’t knock himself out.
“Alright then,” Leon said, and he bent forward and buried his face in James’ pubes.
His usual sweet yet woodsy scent was overwhelming, as was the subtle musk Leon had come to associate with his pussy. He’d caught little tastes, from kitten licks and kisses he’d placed on James’ dick, but he’d never truly tasted his boyfriend.
Might as well dive right in.
He sucked James’ dick into his mouth, grabbed his hip in one hand, and ran his fingers along the seam of James’ pussy with the other.
“Leon,” James groaned, his hands fisting in the shoulders of Leon’s shirt.
Leon loved having his hair pulled, and part of him hoped James would grip him by the hair and fuck his face.
Unfortunately, he was almost positive James wouldn’t do that, especially not for Leon’s first time.
Leon had damn near fallen off the couch when James had encouraged him to do that during James’ first time giving him head.
Nope, Leon was pretty sure he was going to have to figure this out on his own, and maybe later that weekend he’d ask James to take control and–
Huh. That was not a thought he’d ever had before.
Leon wasn’t used to giving up control. Not in relationships and definitely not in bed. Even when he bottomed, he was typically the one calling the shots.
It hadn’t really felt like that with James, though.
When James went down on him, or even when he rode Leon’s dick, it felt like he was the one in control.
It wasn’t that James was a bossy bottom–although, yeah, actually, sometimes he kinda was–it was more that he seemed to always be hyper attuned to Leon.
He knew exactly what Leon needed to get off.
Leon had never had sex as good as it was with James, and part of that seemed to include ceding control–even if unintentionally.