Chapter 10
HUDSON
We kissed and tugged at each other’s clothes as we reached Leo’s door. It was clumsy and hot and kinda awkward, but I loved it. We laughed into each other’s mouths when Leo kept missing the doorknob.
Leo pulled back and studied me as he intertwined his fingers with mine.
His pensive expression gave me pause as he opened the door with his free hand.
He’d left his bedside lamp on, which gave the room a warm glow that I much preferred to overhead lights.
I’d been about to suggest we take things to my room because I didn’t spend time in his.
If I ever needed to chat with him when he was in his room, I always stayed in the doorway because his cluttered and messy space stressed me out.
Plus, I didn’t know how long it’d been since he’d washed his sheets.
Before worrying about his sheets could douse the fire racing through me, I clocked the scent of cleaning products.
He’d finally hung the photo of the Portland skyline—the one that had been leaning against the wall below its intended spot since we’d moved in.
I let go of Leo’s hand and stepped inside.
There was no laundry pile on the floor that could’ve been dirty or clean with how wrinkled it was.
No empty coffee mugs or damp towels tossed haphazardly on his dresser.
“The sheets are clean.” He leaned against the doorway, reversing our usual position.
“You did this for me?”
He shrugged, but one side of his mouth turned up. “I wanted you to be comfortable.”
He wants me to be comfortable. I looked at his bed, sheet tucked in, pillows straight, and smiled widely. My heart galloped at his thoughtfulness.
Words escaped me, but I could show him my gratitude. I fumbled with the buttons on my vest, ripping one off. It had to be the least graceful disrobing in the history of humanity, but the hunger in Leo’s eyes as he strode toward me took any embarrassment away.
Leo stripped too, revealing his toned muscles.
When we were both down to our underwear, I stared at the growing bulge in Leo’s black boxer briefs.
Butterflies fluttered in my stomach as my mouth watered.
As if on cue, we pulled our underwear off and climbed quickly into bed.
I vaguely noticed the scent of lavender wafting around me.
He always teased me for adding the essential oil to my dryer balls, and the fact he’d done that for our date meant so much.
Our eyes were fixed on each other. Anticipation volleyed between us, the tension growing until we were overcome by it.
“What now?”
Leo’s lips morphed into a feral smile. “Now, you let me play with your dick.”
I was so turned on this morning while watching Leo touch himself that I barely remembered coming. Having his hands on me and getting to touch him had been on my mind all day.
He traced his finger along the slit on my cockhead, capturing a bead of precum. His olive skin contrasted strongly against my paleness. My dick was longer, but his was thicker, enough that I wondered how it would stretch my lips.
He brought his finger to his mouth and sucked it inside as his eyes closed.
I gasped, then reached out and cupped his balls, giving them an exploratory tug.
Sex with a new person always stressed me out—and yeah, nerves were there, but it was Leo .
I knew that if I messed up, we could laugh it off.
If I didn’t like something, he’d stop. The worst it would be was awkward, and if that happened, we would try again.
Letting the anticipation build all day had been its own aphrodisiac.Within moments, we were jerking each other off. The angle wasn’t working great, and it was obvious we were both figuring things out, but it was hot. So hot. Each bead of precum was a prize. Our strokes were almost frenzied.
“Can I suck you?”
Leo laughed. “I was just gonna ask you the same thing. Take turns?”
A wickedly delicious thought flashed through my mind. “Sixty-nine.”
Leo nodded eagerly, then angled his head as his thick eyebrows bunched together. “How does the person on the bottom not get choked? We’re both amateurs here, and I’m pretty sure I have a strong gag reflex.”
“On our sides.”
“Oh, hell yeah.” He grinned, then leaned in for a heated kiss. He flipped around on the bed, grabbed my ass, and pulled me to him. I loved his eagerness.
I reached out to stroke him while I got into position. Fortunately, we were fairly close in height, which made it easy to line up. Leo swallowed me down until he coughed.
“Easy there, cowboy.” I laughed.
He winked and saluted me without taking his mouth off my dick. My laughter quickly shifted to moans as he stroked the part he couldn’t get in his mouth.
After losing myself to sensation for a few moments, I snapped out of it and stared at his dick. The confidence I’d felt a minute ago faltered when faced with him. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to touch him in that way—I did. Oh, I did—but I wanted to do it right . I wanted to make him soar.
“I don’t care how you do it. Anything you do is gonna blow my mind, I promise you.” More precum beaded at the head of his dick, and I licked my lips.
It doesn’t need to be perfect. All I can do is my best. I leaned forward and tongued his frenulum, which made him moan. I loved that cause-and-effect. Touch him, make him moan, repeat.
His cock was thick enough that I didn’t know how to get it all in my mouth, so I licked around the head as I worked my way to it. It wasn’t as thick as a soda can, but it wasn’t not like a soda can either. In the soda can family, it was a Red Bull.
I eased the head of his dick in my mouth as I played with his balls and stroked the base of his cock.
Getting sucked off and sucking someone else off was like trying to pat your head and rub your stomach while playing hopscotch.
I loved the challenge, but it was impossible to be present in both the giving and receiving.
Maybe with more practice under my belt, I could manage it.
He pulled off. “Too much going on. We gotta take turns,” Hudson panted.
I dropped my head on the bed and laughed. When was the last time I laughed freely during sex?
“I was just thinking the same thing.” I lifted my head to look down my body at him. His warm smile, red cheeks, and puffy lips greeted me. Tears pooled in the corners of his eyes, likely from trying to swallow too much. He’d never looked sexier.
Before he could move, I scrambled around and hovered over his chest, bracing myself on his hips. I took one of his nipples in my mouth, then the other, back and forth as he cupped the back of my head, holding me there. He moaned and writhed under me as I gently used my teeth on him.
Leo kept petting me as I moved my way down his body.
Kissing and licking skin, tickling between his thighs to get his legs open for me.
I nestled in his crotch and breathed in his scent.
There was a musk unfamiliar from a sexual partner but familiar from my own body.
I was surprised I loved it so much. It spurred me on to eagerly lick and suck him, working more of him into my mouth as a litany of praise fell from his lips.
Oh goodness, the praise. I needed more. A string of spit connected my lips to him as I mouthed down the side of his dick.
I loved the mess of it all. The sweat beading at my temples, my own dick leaking, the scratch of his leg hair against my body.
This was a place I could release the control I tightly clutched every other minute of the day.
Before long, he was warning me to pull off, but I didn’t want to. I needed to taste him.
So I did.
I swallowed him down as broken curses spilled from his mouth. He shot into my throat, and I struggled to swallow the unfamiliar texture. Power surged through me. I gave him that. As I kissed my way back up his body, my hard dick caught against his softening one.
“I think you sucked my brains out.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment.”
“You should. Like, damn, Hudson.”
I laid kisses across his neck to give him time to let the orgasm haze flow through him. My erection wasn’t going anywhere with a naked Leo under me.
Moments later, he grabbed my arm and flipped us over until he was on top. He kissed me so deeply that I knew he could taste himself. He moaned into my mouth before working his way down my body.
“One of these days, I’m gonna be able to deep throat you. I’ll practice as much as it takes.” His fingers skimmed the sensitive skin between my legs. “I’m tenacious. You know how I am with bowling. Practice every day, multiple times a day,” he said as he stroked me. “Whatever it takes.”
“Whatever it takes.” My voice was raspy.
He leaned down and licked up my shaft, swirling his tongue around the head before taking me in his warm mouth. Leo was relentless in his exploration. Testing his rhythm, changing suction and pressure. I was more than willing to be his guinea pig.
“God, I’m close.” It couldn’t have been more than a few minutes before I half-heartedly tried to push him off, but he stayed put and pressed the skin behind my balls.
“Holy fucking shit!” My gut tightened as a feeling of bliss washed over me. He took it all while rubbing my thighs, licking me clean until I winced from oversensitivity.
He crawled up my body and kissed me before snuggling against me. “You cursed.”
“I blame you.”
He grinned and kissed the tip of my nose. “I can’t wait to make you say all sorts of naughty words. I might even make a bingo board.”
I half-heartedly swatted his chest.
Leo blew out a breath. “That’s way easier when we’re not doing it at the same time.”
“Yeah, sixty-nines are overrated.”
“I’d totally do it again though.”
“Oh yeah. Me too,” I agreed.
“I can probably go again in about an hour. Maybe less.”
I turned my head and grinned. “Gotta get that practice in.”
We laughed and held each other’s hands between us. He rested his head against my chest, and I curled my arm around his shoulder.
“This has been one hell of an illuminating weekend, huh?”
Leo laughed. “Sure as hell has been. A great one too. Maybe the best ever.”
I kissed the top of his head and soaked up the comfort of simply being there with him. Naked, in his clean bed, wrapped around each other. Never a place I expected to be, but it couldn’t feel more right.
“So, what TikTok videos do you have coming up?”
Leo smiled as he placed a kiss against my sternum. He told me about the one he’d filmed yesterday, and I gave him a few ideas that had been kicking around my head.
“You really don’t mind me doing this?” His voice was hesitant, guilty.
“You’re working your ass off and creating a trust fund for my child. Keep it up. It’s like I’m living every cat owner’s dream of getting the cat to pay their own way.”
“With the help of a gorgeous roommate.”
My heart jumped into my throat at my words. “With the help of a gorgeous boyfriend?”
Leo smiled, gentle and accepting. “Who knows, maybe someday we could share a room and turn mine into a filming studio.”
It was one thing to admit we really liked each other and wanted to figure things out, but sharing a room was a big step.
Sure, we were roommates and got along great, but I thought I would be glad we’d have our own spaces to decompress.
I figured it would be hard enough to navigate dating as a newly out-ish queer man, but doing it with your roommate?
Even though my brain threw out all sorts of possible worries over the idea, peace settled over me. I wanted that someday too. “As long as we keep your bed. I can’t believe your mattress is comfier than mine.”
“That’s why Ledgie visits every night. She likes my bed better than yours.”
They were just words, and it wasn’t like we would rearrange our rooms tomorrow. I knew we needed to ease into this new thing between us, but talking with him like that gave me hope it might actually work.
“You know what? You’re right up my alley.”
Leo turned and aimed his pretty dark eyes at me and smiled. “I’m so glad we found each other. It’ll be easy to fall in love with you.”