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Leon dropped his bags to the floor as the heavy hotel door slammed shut behind him. His shoulders collapsed, the exhaustion of a long day of travel finally catching up to him. He glanced at his watch—ten o’clock at night.
His flight had left from Raccoon City bright and early at six that morning. He had a layover in Chicago for a few hours before a second layover that presently landed him in Houston. He would wait overnight for another early morning flight to take him to his final destination—Denver, where his girlfriend waited for him.
He had taken time off from work to visit her on her spring break. They hadn’t seen each other in months—since the winter holidays—and he jumped at the opportunity to visit when she told him the dates she had off from school. He saved up for weeks to afford the tickets, and even then, he was only able to afford the cheapest ones with the awful flight and layover times.
Long distance was hard. It had been difficult to go from seeing her nearly every day to not seeing her for months at a time. She was always so busy with school, too, rarely returning his texts or calls until it was late at night and they could only exchange sleepy I love yous.
At twenty-one years old, this was the longest Leon had ever been with someone—for nine months. They were so close to one year together and he found a smile stretching across his face at the thought.
Almost a whole year… he thought to himself. That’s insane. I can’t wait to do something special.
He should be starving, after living off of vending machine snacks and water bottles for the day, but he had other priorities.
He grabbed his phone and called his girlfriend. He set the call on speaker and threw the phone on the bed. While it rang, he stepped away to grab his two bags, unzipping one of them to pull out a set of pajamas.
He was just starting to shrug his jacket off when the ringing ceased and the sound of ruffling tore through his phone speakers. He grinned—she must have been sleeping. He could imagine her bedhead.
“Hey, baby,” he hummed. “Just got to my hotel in Houston. Sorry if I woke you up.”
Silence ensued. He frowned. Sleepy groans mumbled something incoherent.
“Hello?” a male voice mumbled.
Leon’s blood ran cold.
“Keira?” Leon called shakily. He snatched his phone off the bed, forgotten clothes falling to the ground. “Shit, sorry if I tapped the wrong contact,” he cursed. When he tapped the screen, however, his girlfriend’s name was bright and bold at the top, heart emojis and all.
“Who the fuck is this?” he demanded.
“Jared,” the man groaned. “Can I help you?”
“Yeah, where is Keira?” Leon spat. “I don’t know a Jared.”
“Who is this?” Jared grumbled.
“Leon, Keira’s boyfriend?” Leon scoffed. It was then that he realized the hand holding his phone was shaking. A million horrendous thoughts ran through his mind—maybe she had ended up at a party that went sideways, maybe she forgot her phone somewhere on campus, maybe—
“Leon? Shit!” Keira’s voice cursed from the background. Loud shuffling ensued. Leon gulped, his throat constricting as he waited.
“Keira, who the hell is that?” he demanded as his voice began to waver.
“Um… Hey, baby, that’s just… my roommate’s boyfriend,” Keira replied. “Sorry, I was asleep. Your plane landed?”
“You said your roommate is out of town for the break,” Leon scoffed, ignoring her attempt at trying to brush past the elephant in the room. “And I thought his name was Sean.”
“Um… no, it’s Jared…”
“You didn’t tell me you have a fucking boyfriend,” Jared hissed from the background. Keira cursed.
“You’re kidding me, right?” Leon spat. “I fly halfway across the fucking country to visit you and you have some random guy in your bed? I cannot believe you right now.”
“Leon—”
“No, I don’t want to hear it!” Leon sneered. His free hand clenched into a fist. “I used up my only week of PTO for the year for this. What am I supposed to do now, huh? Sit there and watch him fuck you? I have to be at the airport in six fucking hours. Jesus Christ, this is unbelievable.”
“Leon, no, it’s not like that, I swear!”
“Don’t lie to him, what the hell!” Jared shouted from the background. “I’m out of here.”
“Jared, wait!” Keira gasped, clearly holding the phone away from her. “Leon, please, just. We’ll talk when you get here? Please, I miss you so much, it’s not what it looks like—”
“Don’t even start,” Leon scoffed, ignoring the tears that slipped down his cheeks and stained his shirt. “I’m flying home tomorrow. We’re done.”
He hung up the phone and chucked it onto the bed. The floodgates opened, and he pinched the bridge of his nose, choking back a sob.
“I’m so stupid,” he laughed humorlessly.
The sad part is he had suspected things were falling apart for a long time. She reached out less often. He had been the one to initiate setting up this trip, not her. She had stopped asking about his days, stopped reciprocating his pet names when they did get a chance to call, and just seemed overall… distant.
The walls were closing in on him. Suddenly, the deafening silence of the empty hotel room began to feel suffocating. He couldn’t take it—he couldn’t stay there. Leon whirled around on his heel and stormed out of the hotel room, phone abandoned on the bed. He had seen some sign at the entrance that the hotel bar was open until four in the morning—and he desperately needed a drink.
He aggressively swiped tears away as he stalked down the hallway. He sniffled and tried to swallow the sobs that threatened to tear through his chest, but he couldn’t stop thinking about another man’s hands on her, about how much love and adoration he had poured into this relationship, trying his hardest to be a good boyfriend.
All wasted.
Leon smacked the button at the elevator when he reached it and tried to wipe at his nose. He knew he was about to show up looking like an absolute mess, but he didn’t care. He was a mess, and he needed to forget about it for a while.
It wasn’t hard to find the bar when the elevator brought him to the first floor. It was just around the corner. Soft acoustic music filled his ears as he entered through the double doors and paused, finally taking a moment to consider his impulsive decision.
The bartender glanced up and shot him a soft smile. He was cleaning a couple of glasses. Leon’s eyes skimmed the room briefly, and he was relieved to find it was empty. Great—he only had to embarrass himself in front of one person, the one obligated to serve him and not ask questions.
He took a seat.
“Rough night?” the bartender asked, a knowing, worried gleam in his eyes.
“Mph,” Leon grunted. Another tear fell. Traitor. “Whiskey. Whatever you’ve got.”
The bartender nodded and didn’t press further. Leon was vaguely aware that he grabbed the most popular brand off the shelf, poured him a glass on the rocks, and slid it towards him. It was a generous pour.
Leon took a sip and reveled in the burn on his throat. It was warm, and stung exactly the way he needed. He hummed, closing his eyes and letting the burn envelope him, almost—just almost—covering up the pain in his chest.
He set the glass down and opened his eyes again. When he returned to reality, more tears fell, and he wiped them away aggressively. His breath hitched as more sobs tried to escape his lungs, but he forced them down. He would cry in silence and drink until he forgot.
“Do you want to start a tab?” the bartender asked softly, interrupting his wallowing.
“Put it on mine,” a gruff voice suddenly interrupted. Leon’s head snapped up as someone plopped into the seat next to him. His eyes widened—the man was a mountain of muscle, that much was obvious even beneath the heavy coat that cloaked his large figure.
Leon was not in the mood to chit chat with strangers. Ordinarily, he would refuse the gesture or thank the man profusely, but he just grunted and took another large swig of his whiskey, facing forward again.
They drank in silence for some time. Leon had glanced over a couple of times and noticed the man was nursing his own beer, though at a much slower pace than Leon’s desperate attempt to chase his feelings away.
“Wanna talk about it?” the man suggested eventually. Leon turned his head toward him slightly, taking in his features. He had striking blue eyes that tore right through Leon’s chest. His breath hitched at the sight. The man was alarmingly handsome, with short brown hair and a diligently trimmed beard. Crow’s feet pinched at the corners of his eyes, which peered down at Leon curiously. Leon took a wild guess that he was middle-aged, likely in his 40s.
“Not really,” Leon mumbled. His gaze lingered for a moment longer before he turned back to his drink. His growing lack of a filter betrayed him anyway. “Traveled halfway across the country today just to get fucking cheated on.”
“Damn,” the man grimaced, nodding sympathetically. “I’m sorry.”
“‘S fine,” Leon huffed. He finished off his drink and slid the glass toward the bartender, who refilled it without question.
“You deserve better than that,” Leon’s guest frowned. Leon glanced to the side—he was facing him now, resting his chin on his hand as he continued staring at him.
“I just don’t know what I could’ve done better,” Leon sighed. He took a shaky breath in and cursed when another tear fell. “Sorry. You don’t need to deal with this right now.”
“I don’t mind. Can’t sleep, got nowhere better to be,” the man shrugged. “I guarantee you didn’t do anything wrong.”
“I don’t know what I’m doing though. She was my first… everything… fucking. Wasted my time,” Leon spat, then took a sip of his new glass. “Guess I’m just not exciting enough.”
“I highly doubt that’s true,” the man chuckled.
“You don’t know me,” Leon mumbled.
“No, I don’t.”
“She…” Leon began. His head swirled as his mind wandered to all of the times she had failed him, and he had ignored it, blaming her exhaustion from school. “She didn’t even ask how my review went. Didn’t ask if I got a raise or promotion.”
“Did you?”
“Yeah,” Leon nodded.
“Well, that’s exciting,” the man hummed. “Tell me about it.”
Leon frowned and sniffled. He took a sip of his drink and felt his shoulders relax slightly.
“I work in a police department,” he explained. “Got the raise…” He was vaguely aware that he was already slurring his words slightly.
“That’s great,” the man grinned. “Congratulations. I’m sure you worked hard for that.”
“I did,” Leon nodded. “Y’know, when I applied there, I picked a city we wanted to move to together…”
“Don’t think about that right now,” the man sighed. “It’s her loss. You just dodged a bullet.”
Leon nodded and fell silent. His eyes flitted over to the man’s hand wrapped loosely around his glass of beer. Something tugged in his stomach and he followed the urge to meet the man’s eyes again, only to find himself taking in his entire figure, the way his jeans hugged his muscular thighs, the way his black shirt tightened across his chest and left no secrets as to just how bulky he was, the way his eyes danced down to Leon’s lips.
His stomach flipped, but in the best way possible—not from nausea, but from intrigue.
“Name’s Leon,” he hummed.
“Chris.”
Leon was no stranger to his sexuality, but he had limited experiences with both genders. He had certainly never found himself drawn to someone twice his age.
“So what brings you to Houston?” Leon asked, then sipped at his drink.
“Work,” Chris replied simply.
“What do you do?”
“That’s classified,” Chris grinned.
“Sexy and mysterious. What a treat,” Leon blurted out in a purr before reason could stop him. He immediately felt his face heat up.
“Oh? Is that so?” Chris hummed. Something dark twinkled in his eye as he shifted in his seat slightly, knee bumping Leon’s.
Leon just nodded and let his hair fall in his face as he turned to take another sip.
Chris chuckled. Leon felt a hand graze his shoulder as Chris placed it on the back of his chair.
“Would you like to come to my room after this?” Chris asked suddenly. It was so blunt that Leon was at a loss for words as his head shot up and he gaped at the man for several seconds. His face flushed even brighter, which only made Chris smirk.
“I—uh, yeah,” Leon breathed. The proposition had his emotions shifting from grief to something far more exciting. He bit his lip as his jeans tightened and he shifted in his seat.
He imagined Chris’s hands splayed across his chest, his stomach, his thighs… His body towering over him, pressing down onto him, pinning him down, manhandling him…
Chris’s hand moved to play with the hair at the bottom of Leon’s neck. He watched Leon carefully, clearly amused at his speechless reaction. Leon purred at the casual touch, letting out a small breath.
The idea of letting himself go beneath the man, of letting him take control, was far more arousing than anything he had ever done with his girlfriend.
Leon finished his drink perhaps a little too quickly before turning in his seat to face Chris eagerly. Chris smirked and nodded to the bartender before sliding off his seat. A firm, calloused hand landed on Leon’s waist and guided him off of his own chair. Leon practically fell into the touch and let himself be guided out of the bar and into the elevator.
In the elevator, he leaned against the railing behind him and took in more of Chris’s towering figure hungrily. Chris caught his eyes and stepped closer. A hand reached up, and Leon’s breath hitched as a calloused thumb brushed against his bottom lip.
The elevator dinged and Leon whined as Chris pulled away, eliciting a low chuckle from the latter.
Leon let himself be guided down the hallway. Chris’s hand on his waist lowered to his hip as they stopped at a door and Chris sifted through his coat pocket for the keycard.
Leon barely had a moment to breathe as the hotel room door swung open before Chris pounced on him. He gasped as Chris slammed him up against the door and devoured his lips with his own.
Leon moaned into his mouth and greedily let Chris push his tongue past his lips. Chris’s hands firmly locked onto Leon’s hips and lifted him slightly. A sturdy, muscular thigh wedged itself between his legs and Leon whined at the pressure finally relieving his growing erection.
“Chris—” Leon gasped. A low growl rumbled in Chris’s throat, and he trailed kisses down Leon’s jaw until he reached his throat. Leon mewled, hands pawing and clawing at Chris’s arms as he rocked his hips forward and leaned into his touch.
“Easy there,” Chris purred. His grip on Leon’s hips tightened, forcing him to still his movements.
“Please,” Leon breathed. He arched his back as teeth nipped at his collarbone.
“You’re so responsive,” Chris groaned. He nudged his knee up ever so slightly, chuckling lowly at the sound that tore from Leon’s throat. “Have you ever done this before?”
“Not… with a man,” Leon whispered. Chris pulled away slightly, and Leon whined at the loss of touch. His hands gathered in Chris’s hair and tried to pull him down again, but Chris resisted.
“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to,” he said so softly that Leon melted further into his arms.
“I want this. I need you,” Leon begged. “You’re so hot, fuck—”
“Alright, just tell me to stop and I’ll stop, okay?” Chris murmured and ducked his head to dive for Leon’s neck again. The hands grasping his hips moved him forward, then back, then forward again, rocking him at a torturously slow pace.
“Please!” Leon moaned. His grip tightened in Chris’s hair, eliciting a low groan that rumbled onto his throat.
“Please what?” Chris whispered into Leon’s ear, then nipped at the lobe.
“Touch me,” he begged.
“Touch you how?”
“Just—anything,” Leon hissed and tried rolling his hips forward, but Chris’s grip locked him in place.
“Anything, you say?” Chris hummed. One of his hands slid up his shirt, teasing at the exposed skin at his hip before slipping further. Leon shuddered as his calloused hand traveled from his waist to his chest, and a thumb brushed over his nipple.
This was, by far, the most erotic thing Leon had ever done.
“As much as I love hearing you beg, dollface,” Chris murmured, lips grazing along his jaw, “You deserve to feel so good tonight, I think. Without having to ask for it. Let me take care of you.”
Leon’s eyes rolled back as Chris suddenly grabbed him from beneath his thighs, lifted him, and rolled his hips forward, pressing their clothed erections together in one swift movement. Leon wrapped his legs around his waist and dove for his lips, clashing them together hungrily.
It was messy. Teeth and noses bumped, Leon’s hands wandered aimlessly, and shaky breaths exhaled in the brief moments they separated. Leon had never felt another man’s cock against his own—it was heavenly just through two layers of jeans, and he shuddered at the thought of what it would feel like unclothed, unrestricted.
Leon moaned a pornographic sound he had never heard come from his own mouth as Chris nipped at his bottom lip. He hoisted him up and guided him to a bed, throwing him down. Leon bounced on the soft mattress maybe once before Chris’s body enveloped his own. He gasped when Chris drove his hips forward, grinding their cocks together once more. Even through the jeans, Leon could tell he was not small.
“Off,” Leon breathed against his mouth, “Off, off.” His hands flitted to the collar of Chris’s coat and tugged, trying to wrench it off of his shoulders.
“So bossy,” Chris chuckled. He didn’t separate their lips as he began to shimmy out of his coat, revealing a black compression shirt underneath that hugged his muscles deliciously. Leon pulled away slightly to take in the sight, his hands mapping the outline of Chris’s figure greedily.
“Can I take your shirt off?” Chris whispered, his hands dancing along the hem of Leon’s shirt cautiously. Leon nodded eagerly, lifting his arms up so Chris could pull it over his shoulders. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” Chris groaned. Leon gasped when Chris dove down to press toothy kisses over his chest and down his stomach. His hands flew to Chris’s hair, Chris humming at the contact.
Leon then let his hands wander to the collar of Chris’s shirt, tugging at the fabric to indicate he wanted this layer gone, too. Chris obliged, not separating their hips as he practically tore the shirt off of himself and cast it aside.
Leon leaned up just as Chris leaned down, and their chests collided. Leon wrapped his legs around Chris’s hips, pulling him back down onto the bed and relishing in the feeling of the older man’s bare skin on his own. He had never felt so warm before.
Hands fumbled at belts. Clumsily, the two stripped down to their boxers, kicking their pants aside all the while still kissing fervently. Leon gasped into Chris’s mouth when he began grinding their hips together at a newfound, desperate pace.
“I need you,” Leon begged breathily.
“I gotta get you ready first, baby,” Chris chuckled. “Let me find my lube.”
Leon whined as Chris pulled away to sift through a bag. Leon took it upon himself to remove his underwear and groaned as he took his cock in his hands. Chris turned around, bottle of lube in hand, and froze, his gaze darkening at the sight.
“You’re fucking beautiful,” he growled and practically pounced on him, swatting his hand away to replace it with his own. Leon mewled, bucking his hips up, hands flying to Chris’s face to drag him into another kiss. Chris devoured him once more. Leon was only slightly aware of the cap to the lube popping open, but he flinched when one cold finger suddenly pressed at his entrance.
“Hey, it’s okay. Relax,” Chris whispered. He moved his hand to Leon’s ass, kneading it gently and kissing him again. “If it hurts too much we can stop.”
“I’ve—I’ve never—”
“That’s okay,” Chris murmured against his lips. “I’ll take it slow. It’ll feel good, I promise.”
Leon nodded and did his best to relax into the mattress. Chris kissed him softly, gently, without the urgency from before.
This was just a hookup, but Leon shuddered at the attention. The care and respect Chris poured into making sure he was okay. It was the first time Leon had ever not been driving something like this, and it felt good. His worries melted away and for once, he let himself be worshipped.
Chris pressed at his entrance again. Leon hissed, but resisted the urge to tense up at the intrusion, and was pleasantly surprised when Chris’s lubed finger eased inside more easily than he had been expecting. He gasped, eyes wide as he adjusted to the new sensation. Chris was watching him carefully, scanning his face as he pressed deeper and wiggled his finger experimentally.
Leon clawed at the sheets and nodded. Chris took the hint and pulled his finger out slightly, then pushed back in, and gradually began a slow rhythm. Leon’s head fell back against the pillows. This was all so new, but he felt so full, and he wanted more.
“More,” Leon begged, meeting one of Chris’s thrusts as he pressed his hips down.
“You’re doing so good,” Chris purred before slowly adding a second finger. He dove further, pressing deeper past Leon’s walls.
Leon cried out when Chris curled his fingers with one particular thrust. Pleasure coursed through his body, and his vision went white for a moment. He chased the sensation, arching beneath Chris and bucking his hips. The movement caused Chris’s fingers to rub against that spot again.
“Oh–oh, fuck–ah, right there!” he cried. His moans were swallowed by a harsh kiss. Chris began pumping his fingers, hitting that spot every time, Leon mewling and writhing beneath him. Their tongues met, wet and desperate to taste more of each other, if that were possible.
Chris added a third finger. Leon wondered how he had ever lived life without experiencing this. He choked out a sob of a moan when Chris briefly separated their lips to catch his breath. Leon looked down, watching as Chris pumped his fingers inside of him at an increasingly faster pace. He was mesmerized at the sight of his muscles flexing while he expertly pummeled that precious spot inside of him.
He paused at the height of one thrust and rubbed against that spot.
“Fuck!” Leon choked. His nails dug into Chris’s arms, earning a low growl. “F-fuck, oh my god, yeah—yeah, yeah—”
“God, I could listen to you make these sounds all night,” Chris groaned as he massaged his prostate.
“For the love of god, fuck me, please,” Leon croaked. He gasped as Chris pulled his fingers out suddenly. The weight of his body above his own disappeared, and Leon’s breath hitched at the sound of a condom wrapper opening.
He gulped at the sight of Chris’s cock. It was long and girthy, and he was suddenly wondering how the hell that was going to fit inside him.
Chris must have sensed his anxiety because he leaned forward after he rolled the condom on and placed a comforting hand on Leon’s cheek, his thumb caressing his cheekbone.
“I’ll go slow, and if it’s too much we can stop, just say the word,” he whispered. Leon nodded, leaning into the touch. “Lift your hips up for me.” Leon obeyed, and Chris slid a pillow beneath his ass and lower back. Chris grabbed the lube and spread it over his cock.
Leon shivered as Chris knelt forward. He caged him in, broad shoulders towering over him as he pressed against his entrance.
Leon hissed as the head eased in. The stretch hurt, honestly, and Chris paused, letting him adjust. Leon squeezed his eyes shut, fingers clawing at the sheets.
“You gotta relax,” Chris whispered. “Look at me.”
Leon’s eyes fluttered open. His heart skipped a beat—as lewd as the situation was, Chris was genuinely concerned as he watched Leon’s expression carefully.
Leon nodded, urging him to continue. Chris pressed his hips forward a little more, and Leon forced himself to relax his pelvic muscles, groaning as he slid deeper inside of him. Chris growled, eyes rolling back and muscles tensing as he clearly restrained himself.
When he bottomed out, Leon let out a shaky breath. They paused for a few moments, panting, Chris’s warm breath fanning against Leon’s bangs.
Leon rolled his hips experimentally and his stomach flipped with pride at the groan that elicited from the older man. A dark look flashed across his eyes. He leaned down onto his elbows and kept Leon’s gaze, eyes hooded, as he pulled out slightly and slowly pressed back in.
“You okay?” Chris breathed. Leon nodded, and Chris ducked his head to meet their lips.
Leon hardly had the chance to register the kiss before Chris was pulling out and pushing back in, then out, then in, then out again, then in. He set a slow, but steady rhythm, and Leon abandoned the kiss, letting his head fall back against the pillows as moans he never knew he was capable of making tore from his chest.
“Chris—fuck, ah—ah—” he panted. Chris mouthed at his neck, nipping and sucking at Leon’s pulse point. Leon’s eyes rolled back and he met one of Chris’s thrusts with a roll of his own hips. They groaned, their noises melting together. Sweat glistened Chris’s skin as he continued his pace.
“Fucking love hearing you say my name,” Chris growled. He pulled out and drove his hips forward again, roughly this time, and Leon cried out, pleasure swirling in his abdomen as Chris thrusted against that spot.
“Chris—Chris—mmph, ah, ah, right there—”
Leon cried, he writhed, and he lost himself in the pure bliss swirling in his abdomen as Chris pounded into that spot over, and over, and over…
“Fuck, baby—can I switch things up a little? It’ll feel so good, I promise,” Chris asked breathily.
Leon nodded, drunk with pleasure. His breath hitched as Chris lifted one of his legs to place it on his shoulder, then drove his hips forward again.
“Oh—oh my god, fuck—just. Just like that, yeah,” Leon whined. The new position angled Chris perfectly against his prostate. Chris’s restraint disappeared in that moment and he began plowing into Leon, the headboard slamming against the wall with a deep THUNK, THUMP, THUMP, synchronizing with Leon’s lewd moans.
“Oh—oh, mmh, ah—”
“Fuck, baby, gonna give it to you… like you deserve,” Chris panted. One hand grasped Leon’s leg, keeping him pinned in place, and the other braced himself, white knuckling the sheets as he pummeled Leon even faster.
Leon gasped as Chris suddenly collapsed on his chest. Only he didn’t collapse—he pressed both legs down even further, Leon’s knees now meeting his shoulders. If he was focused on anything other than the pleasure exploding through every inch of his skin, he would’ve been shocked at his newfound flexibility.
Instead, he screamed Chris's name.
“Chris—Ch-Chris, fuck, yeah—Chr—”
In a brief moment of lucidity, Leon slapped a hand over his mouth. Never in his life had he made these kinds of noises before. The small, lingering rational voice in his mind warned that they would get a noise complaint soon if they kept this up, but Leon met Chris’s eyes, and all worries washed away. The dark, lustful gleam in his gaze was enough to make him shudder.
Chris grabbed Leon’s wrist, wrenching his hand away and pinning it beside his head.
“Let me hear you,” he breathed. Leon mewled, his moans echoing off of the hotel room walls once more.
“Please—Chris, I’m—I need you, I need you, Chris, Chris—”
“I got you. I know, baby,” Chris groaned. He clashed their lips together, drowning Leon’s moans out with his own.
Leon reveled in the taste of him. He chased his tongue with his own, catching notes of whiskey and perhaps the faint lingering touch of cigarettes.
“Chris,” Leon breathed between messy, slobbery kisses, “Chris—”
“You feel so good, so tight, fuck,” Chris gasped. His movements sped up, driving Leon deeper into the mattress.
“Oh my god, oh my god, you—so good—”
“I want to feel you cum on my cock,” Chris growled and nipped at Leon’s bottom lip. Leon was about to protest, unsure if he could get off from this alone, when Chris read his mind and wrapped a hand around his cock and began pumping to the speed of his thrusts.
“Oh—oh—ah, ah—Chris—close—”
When Leon came, his vision whited from the pleasure, his mouth hung open in a silent scream, and his hands flung wildly—at Chris, at the sheets. He spilled between their stomachs and onto Chris’s hand, eventually choking out a long, broken moan.
Head in the clouds, he felt like he was floating, drifting, swaying… Maybe he was in heaven.
Chris kept fucking him with newfound fervor. He braced both hands on either side of Leon and drove his hips forward, finally chasing his own orgasm. Leon, still reeling, met his thrusts despite the sensitivity, eyes glistening as he watched Chris use him for his own pleasure.
“Fuck, Leon, I’m close,” he groaned, his head resting on Leon’s shoulder. Seconds later, he came with a low moan. Leon whimpered as Chris’s cock twitched inside of him when he rolled his hips forward, riding out the high.
Chris stilled, deep inside of him, balls flush against his ass, panting into his ear.
Leon’s hands wandered up his sides, down his back, over his arms. He turned his head and met Chris’s lips, moaning into his mouth.
Chris moved to pull out, but Leon whined and dug his fingers into his arms.
“Okay, okay, ‘m not goin’ anywhere,” Chris chuckled lowly and rested his forehead against Leon’s. The two laid like that for some time, Leon’s hands caressing his skin gently until Chris’s arms finally began to tremble from holding himself up.
“Let me get us cleaned up,” he whispered and pressed a quick kiss to Leon’s lips.
He pulled out slowly and Leon immediately whined at how empty he felt. But Chris was gone, walking away to pull the condom off and clean up Leon’s mess, and Leon stared at the ceiling as he waited, chest still rising and falling fast as his heart thudded against his ribcage.
Chris returned with a towel and wiped Leon’s stickiness away. He plopped into bed beside him and pulled the covers over them, then wrapped an arm around Leon’s waist to tug him close.
“Doin’ okay?” he mumbled against Leon’s neck, peppering small kisses over his shoulder.
“Yeah,” Leon breathed, nodding. “Yeah, ‘m great. That was… holy shit.”
“Yeah?” Chris hummed and pulled away just enough to meet his gaze. “Good. You deserve to feel good.”
“Thank you…” Leon mumbled. “Did… it feel good for you…?”
“You were amazing,” Chris whispered. He pressed a firm, confident kiss to Leon’s lips then, one hand grazing against his jaw as he purred contentedly. “You can stay here, if you want.”
“Mm… I have a flight at six…” Leon groaned.
“Well… I take it nothing special is waiting for you there,” Chris murmured. “If you’ve got time off, you should spend it on yourself. Stay.”
Leon paused. The gears turned in his head as he processed Chris’s words. He was right—the money spent on the nonrefundable ticket was wasted either way. He’d have to find another route home, or reschedule the return tickets somehow, but nothing special waited for him in Denver, Colorado.
“Okay,” he nodded. “I’ll stay.”
“Good choice,” Chris hummed. “Stay as long as you’d like. I’m in town for another week. I’ll have some work here and there, but it would be nice to come back to… this…”
Leon’s heart fluttered and skipped at the thought. He hadn’t booked his hotel room for longer than one night, but if Chris was here for a week… He could spend his time exploring Houston and have a proper vacation.
And get railed while he was at it.
“That sounds perfect.”