Chapter 7 #6
With a little tug, Joshua led the way to his bedroom and Leo stumbled after him, vaguely disoriented.
The moment they were inside, Joshua shed his shirt without any hesitation, messing up his hair as he pulled it over his head.
His jeans followed suit, and he bent over to peel them down his thighs along with a pair of skimpy boxers briefs, then toed off his socks.
Leo swallowed dryly, staring. Fuck, he wanted to map out every inch of Joshua’s body with his mouth and his teeth. Leave a mark. Leave several marks.
Never like this. Never wanted anyone the way I want you.
“Your turn,” Joshua announced, stepping into Leo’s space to undo the button of his jeans, tug down the zip.
Leo rid himself of his T-shirt and gave an involuntary shudder when Joshua wedged a hand into his trousers to cup him through the fabric of his boxers.
Joshua’s mouth found his again, and for a short while they stayed just like that, kissing, with Joshua completely naked and moulded to Leo’s front, Leo’s jeans unzipped, Joshua’s thumb rubbing slow circles around the head of Leo’s cock.
The tendrils of slow, burning heat that twisted in Leo’s belly had become a tangled mess of want and more and you.
He bumped Joshua towards the bed, the sheets gleaming in the golden glow of a reading lamp. The window at its head was open, letting in a rush of night air, and there was a curtain to section the alcove off from the rest of the room, the rest of the world.
Joshua went down easily. One of his hands wound around Leo’s bicep to drag him along. Leo paused to take it all in: Joshua sprawled on the sheets, staring back at him with dark eyes and his expression so open. Leo wanted to give him everything, everything.
He lowered himself to straddle Joshua’s hips and ducked in for another quick kiss. At this point, he’d lost count of how many there’d been. “You’ve got lube? Condoms?”
“Yeah.” Joshua sounded a little breathless, gaze sliding down Leo’s body before it returned to his face. He blinked a couple of times, then smiled and stretched underneath Leo to reach the bedside table.
“Do we need to”—Leo dug his knuckles into the tattoo on Joshua’s hip, right next to the curve of one hipbone—
j“close the shutters? Neighbours?”
“Big tree.” Joshua dropped lube and a tinfoil package onto the sheets, his smile widening. “Just us.”
Now that Leo was listening, he could hear the whisper of leaves outside, stirred by the same breeze that cooled his flushed face. He pressed down against Joshua’s cock, caught the way Joshua’s lashes fluttered and his body stilled.
Reaching for the lube, Leo snicked off the cap, then paused.
This was—how did—okay, he hadn’t done this in a while, couldn’t even remember the last time he’d opened himself up with someone else watching.
Did Joshua expect a show? Or would he prefer that Leo make it quick and efficient—the sooner Joshua could push inside, the better?
Jesus, it had been years since Leo had needed to read a sex partner, interpreting small clues to make it good for them.
No. Stop, this was nothing like that.
Joshua couldn’t be further from a client.
Leo had never had sex with someone he trusted without question, but he did trust Joshua.
Wanted him so much. Was stupidly, impossibly in love with him.
His own desire was hopelessly entwined with Joshua’s, all muddled up, making it difficult to tell things apart.
Blood rushed in Leo’s ears, everything just a little new and overwhelming.
A touch to his mouth brought him out of it.
“Can I?” Joshua thumbed at Leo’s bottom lip, smiling as he nodded at the lube. Leo needed a second to understand the question.
“You want to do it?” he asked, just to be certain. “Like, open me up?”
The corners of Joshua’s mouth curled up into a full-blown grin, dimples pressing into his cheeks. Leo wanted to lick whisky out of them. “I want to lick whisky out of your dimples,” he said, hardly aware of his own voice, utterly trapped, and Joshua’s eyes found his.
Joshua’s giggle was bright and happy. “Only if you let me drink tequila from your belly button.”
Leo grinned back without thought, felt a giddy laugh buzz behind his ribs. Seemed Leo was the kind of person who laughed during sex. Who’d have thought. “Deal.”
He passed the lube to Joshua, a little gel dripping onto his fingers. For a moment he hesitated, then took a deep breath, felt his lungs widen with it, and shoved his sticky hand into Joshua’s curls. “Dirty Princeling,” he muttered.
Joshua retaliated by rolling them over, a brief sense of vertigo, and then Leo found himself on his back, sprawled out under Joshua. Naked skin, so much of it, and Leo ran his hands down Joshua’s back. Another kiss. Joshua’s weight anchored Leo, kept him from floating away.
By the time Joshua moved down Leo’s body, stopping to nip on his Adam’s apple, then again to suck on a nipple, Leo’s muscles had loosened. “Is there,” Joshua asked quietly, mouth brushing over Leo’s ribs, “a story behind your tattoo? Sometimes things just happen. Sounds like there’s a story.”
“There is.” Leo tucked his fingers into the crook of Joshua’s elbow and inhaled deeply. “But it’s a sad one, and I’m not sad right now.”
“Happy,” Joshua mumbled, dipping down to kiss Leo’s belly button.
“Very happy,” Leo agreed without thought.
He felt another laugh bubble up, a little desperate, and this time he exhaled around it, bright in the shadowed space of Joshua’s bedroom.
His focus narrowed to the tickle of Joshua’s hair on his skin, the light, teasing touches and small bites that marked Joshua’s path—as though he intended to lay claim to Leo’s body, erasing all those that had come before.
In all the ways that mattered, he already had.
At Joshua’s prompt, Leo parted his legs and lifted his head off the pillow to watch. His heart throbbed like an open wound.
Joshua glanced up through his lashes, and his smile was mischievous.
Fuck, he looked obscene like this, crouched between Leo’s thighs with his hair a wild mess, naked and unabashed.
When he ducked his head, it pronounced the bony juts of his shoulder blades, and Leo could have easily counted the bumps of his spine and catalogued each one, committed them to memory so he’d never lose this.
So he wouldn’t lose even a second of tonight.
Leo twitched when Joshua blew warm air over his cock, hips rising off the mattress. Pushing Leo’s body back down, Joshua’s fingers came to grip the base of Leo’s cock. Joshua’s voice was bright. “Careful there, darling. Relax, lie back and think of England.”
Leo was startled into another laugh. He choked on it when Joshua’s lips opened around the head of his dick, gentle suction as Joshua circled the tip of a finger around Leo’s hole, teasing. He seemed to get a kick out of Leo’s stuttering groan.