Work Text:
“How much longer, amigo? We’ve been here for what. Ten hours?” Luis groaned dramatically, flicking his lighter open and closed.
He’s been leaning against this rickety old barrel for what felt like forever, and even though the view in front of him was nice, he was getting a little weary.
Leon shoots another target. “Not ten hours. I don’t know. Just-let me do this. It helps me blow off steam.”
He’s been frustrated lately. Everything keeps going wrong and it’s all circumstantial and it fucking sucks. Whether he’s running out of ammo or is a second too late or is just in the wrong place at the wrong time, Leon is tired.
Luis’ stare is unwavering as his lips curl up into a lopsided grin. “Don’t let me distract you, by all means, Sancho.” He lets out a laugh, his gaze wandering as he speaks. “We wouldn’t want you to be too tense now, would we?” He asks, his tone smooth.
Leon stutters, missing a target. He sighs angrily. The sound blares, signaling his loss and he lowers his gun, turning to glare at Luis. He opens his mouth to speak, but decides against it, turning back to the targets.
He slams the button to restart with his fist and tries to ignore Luis’ gaze burrowing into him from behind, a blush slowly creeping down his neck. What was with this guy?
“Maybe this game isn’t as stress-relieving as you thought, eh?” Luis quips, much to Leon’s distaste. “I’m more than happy to find something else that can…help you relax.” He gives Leon a grin, head cocked innocently. His body language is nothing short of confusing, Leon looking him up and down to try and figure out what he’s playing at.
Finally, he swallows his pride.
“Are you flirting with me?” If he says no Leon just might kill himself out of embarrassment.
“I might be, cowboy.” Luis says smoothly, raising an eyebrow.
Oh, thank God.
He’s playful. Mischievous. Leon’s stomach does a flip.
“So, what if I am? Are you gonna do something about it?” Luis asks, watching him through lidded eyes.
How is he so fucking casual? What the fuck?
Leon’s jaw drops, and he looks like he’s going to say something, but nothing comes out. “I, uh…” He swallows thickly, feeling his face heat up. Stupid. He never was good at flirting with women, but most of the time they weren’t interested so it was easy to just take the loss and go. But to have someone flirt with him?
How the hell does this work?
Luis bites his lower lip, drinking it all in. Leon can tell he loves this.
He takes a step closer, his hands bracketing Leon in as he leans against the shooting range’s countertop. Shit. Leon gulps, eyes widening.
They’re unbearably close.
“Well…?” Luis purrs, his voice filled with excitement. “You can say it, Sancho. In fact, I want to hear it from you.” He murmurs into Leon’s ear, waiting for him to speak.
Leon braces himself against the counter, his back to the targets. He breathes shallowly, flustered as hell. His heart is fucking pounding.
“Luis,” He says, eyes darting around the Spaniard’s face for a hint of malice. “This better not be a joke.”
Luis chuckles, thumb tipping Leon’s chin up. Jesus Christ it’s just like those smutty soap operas Claire used to make him watch.
A faint red tint spreads across Luis’ cheeks when he speaks. “Leon,” He says softly, “I’d never joke about something like this. You’re a fine, handsome man. How could I joke about something like that, eh?” He shrugs, the hint of a smile still on his face.
Leon gasps shakily, staring at Luis’ lips. Yeah. He’s going all in. Fuck it.
“Kiss me. Please,” He says, his voice barely a whisper, raspy and desperate. He won’t lie, he never thought something like this would happen, purely because of how suave Luis is and how, well…NOT suave Leon is.
He figured there must be women lining up across the globe for this man and he chooses Leon?
Must be his lucky day after all.
His request is an order in Luis’ mind. He doesn’t give it a second thought and takes his lips in a soft, tender kiss. Tastes like cigarettes and cinnamon gum.
He pulls away for a breath and purrs into Leon’s ear. “Like that?”
Leon nods, hands going up into Luis’ hair. What the fuck is in his kiss? It’s addicting and he’s only had one.
“More,” He pleads quietly, fingers reaching up tentatively to tangle in Luis’ messy dark hair. “God, please, more.”
“You’re adorable,” Luis mutters before pressing his lips against Leon’s once more. Leon’s hungry, pulling him in, arms wrapping around his neck. Fuck, it feels so good. He hasn’t felt anything close to…whatever this is in so long.
Luis pulls away, just enough to give himself a breath, before leaning back in. “Good, no?” He chuckles.
Leon breathes out a shaky sigh, nodding. “Yeah. Yeah. Luis, you’re so…Fuck.” He bites his lip, words trailing off because what? What’s he supposed to say? Sexy? Amazing? All they’re doing is kissing. Leon’s going to sound like a virgin if he voices how hot and bothered he already is.
Luis cups his face, thumb running over his bottom lip.
“Y tú…Eres precioso.” He reaches up and grabs Leon’s chin, tilting it up as he looks into his eyes. “I can, ah, show you more, if you’d like. You seem to be enjoying this, eh, Sancho?” He grins cheekily, eyebrow twitching up as he awaits a response.
Ah, fuck. He’s talking to him in Spanish. Leon’s fucking legs are about to give out from underneath him. Luis could’ve just called him a stupid cocksucking bitch and he’d still blush like a schoolgirl. Jesus, he’s down bad.
“I…” He nods. “Yeah. We can-we can go uh, in here.” Leon leads Luis into the lounge, where that ugly ass couch sits, looking like a godsend right now.
Luis lays him down, lips brushing over his neck as he hovers atop of him. Leon shivers.
“Anything for you,” Luis says, a smirk growing on his face. “I’ll give you whatever you desire, mi cariño.”
He kisses him again, much more passionately. They pant into each other’s mouths, hips starting to grind against each other desperately. Leon whines into the kiss, pulling at Luis’ jacket. They’re really gonna do this, huh?
“I want-want you,” Leon gasps. “Shit, just-Luis, please. I need-” He cuts himself off, biting his lip. What does he need? What does he WANT?
Luis eats it up.
“Now you’re speaking my language,” He purrs. “I’m very talented in both Spanish, English, and ah, a rather vulgar third dialect...”
Oh, God, he’s so cheesy. Leon wants him so fucking bad.
Luis starts off with a kiss to Leon’s lips, and quickly moves on to his neck. His hands roam across his body and he lets out a chuckle when he feels Leon’s twitching reaction. “So sensitive. Are you new to this, cowboy?”
“Mmm,” Leon squirms, gasping as Luis kisses over his body. “I’m just. I’ve never uh, done this before with-ah-a man.” He squeezes his eyes shut, biting his lip.
You’ve never done this before with anyone, you fucking virgin.
“Well, I’m honored to be your first,” Luis hums, his fingers trailing up and down Leon’s sides. They tease the hem of his shirt. He lets out a soft noise, biting his lower lip.
“Don’t worry, mi amor…I’ll be gentle with you,” He murmurs, chuckling softly. “You’re in good hands. Promise.”
Lord, have mercy.
Leon’s spiraling. He lets Luis drag his hands beneath his shirt, palms hot against his skin. It feels so fucking good. He’s never had anyone touch him like this before, and holy shit is it turning him on like hell.
“Luis,” He breathes. “Touch me. Please. Fuck.”
Leon’s brain can only process up to two words at a time. Brain no working right now. Too horny.
Luis caresses soft skin, calloused fingertips making Leon shiver.
He moves his hands up Leon’s chest, pinching a nipple. He leans into Leon’s neck, his breathing growing heavier as he speaks. Leon swallows down a whimper when he feels teeth nip at his skin.
“Well, since you asked so nicely,” Luis says, his voice low.
Leon shoves a knuckle into his mouth, biting down as he moans quietly so the merchant doesn’t hear them upstairs. He really doesn’t want that level of awkward twice today.
“Get this off.” He grabs for Luis’ jacket, fumbling with the zipper until he’s sliding it down his shoulders and tossing it to the side.
Luis laughs. “I’m gonna take that as a good sign.” He fiddles with the hem of Leon’s shirt again, looking up for permission. “Do you think you could do the same for me, querido?”
Leon sits up warily, peeling his shirt off and tossing it to the side. He looks at Luis, nervous. He crosses his arms and looks down. Stomach turning, he thinks of how to phrase this.
“I-Luis, you should know ah…I’m-“
Luis pulls away for a breath when he sees the scars on Leon’s chest. His eyebrows furrow, his gaze turning to one of concern. Hesitating for a second, he speaks.
“There is no form of you I wouldn’t adore wholeheartedly, querido.” He grabs Leon’s hand and pulls him closer. “No matter what. You are gorgeous. Muy guapo, eh?”
He leans down and gives him a kiss, holding his face gently. “Don’t sell yourself short, Leon. You’re amazing.”
Leon swallows the lump in his throat. “Thank you,” He whispers. It’s not really every day that he gets told that he’s gorgeous, that his body is adored the way it is and that he’s the perfect man. It’s never a topic of conversation, really. He’s always been real secretive about it.
But Luis, he loves him. He said he loves him. Fuck.
Makes him tear up a little bit.
Fingers unbuttoning Luis’ shirt, Leon hides his face in the Spaniard’s neck.
“I want to-to touch you. Is that…okay?” His hands glide down Luis’ chest, open-palmed and swirling through the mess of body hair covering tanned skin. It’s endearing.
“Yeah. Yeah, of course you can,” Luis says, voice soft. He sits upright, hands finding their way around Leon’s waist. “But ah, I get to do the same, right?” He murmurs, his voice sounding breathless. “It’s only fair…and I really want to,” He adds cheekily. “But…only if you want to, too, you know.”
Chuckling, Leon swallows thickly and nods.
“Yeah that’s uh, that’s fine.” He pauses, feeling his face heat up. Shit, Luis is going to touch him. Like, actually touch him. Hoooly shit.
He unbuttons Luis’ pants first and his hand snakes beneath his boxers slowly, fingers wrapping around Luis’ cock. He’s warm, pre-cum already beading at the head and slipping down the sides onto Leon’s eager palm. He pumps him slowly, inexperienced, but really, how hard can it be?
“Jesus…” Luis mumbles, biting his lip. It takes him a second to collect himself, and once he does, he pulls away slightly, eyes locked on Leon’s. His hand finds the button on Leon’s pants, unbuttoning it slowly.
“Is this okay?” He asks softly, giving Leon’s free hand a squeeze. “You can stop me at any time.”
“Yeah. It’s-It’s okay.”
Leon holds Luis’ wrist, guiding him downwards until his fingers are slipping between the folds of his cunt.
“Oh, fuck,” Leon whimpers, mouth open as he breathes heavily, face in the crook of Luis’ neck.
They touch each other, hands shoved down each other’s pants like some horny teenagers.
Luis lets out a soft moan. “Christ,” He hisses, leaning into Leon, their foreheads pressed together. “God damn.”
He holds the back of Leon’s neck with his free hand, gentle fingers rubbing over the blonde’s dick. He’s embarrassingly wet. His hips buck up every time Luis’ fingers pinch his dick ever so slightly, the pressure sending a jolt up his spine.
“You feel so good,” Leon whispers, panting. “I want-ah-can you uh.” He finds his face heating up again and he whines. “…Can you use your mouth?”
Luis smiles, his hand moving back down Leon’s side. He kisses him soft, hands retreating to gently lay Leon down onto to couch.
“Of course I can, querido,” He murmurs into Leon’s ear, hovering over him.
Fuck, this guy’s good. Leon’s about to cream his damn pants already.
He bites his knuckle when Luis moves between his legs, sliding his pants and boxers all the way off. He’s already so wet, thighs trembling when Luis’ mouth closes around his dick. “Oh, fuck-“ He gasps, hips twitching up into the touch, hands scrabbling to grab at Luis’ shoulders.
Luis hums happily around him, then pulls off for a moment. “Easy, Sancho. I’ve got you,” He says, palms sliding up and down Leon’s inner thigh.
“Holy shit,” Leon breathes shakily, hands instinctively finding themselves gripping Luis’ messy head of hair. He tries to steady himself, but he’s shaking, so tense because it feels so good. Luis knows what the fuck he’s doing and by God it’s awesome.
Luis looks up at him and Leon doesn’t think he’s ever seen a more gorgeous sight. Those pretty fucking grey eyes looking at him with his mouth buried into his cunt, tongue teasing at his hole.
He pulls one of his hands away and holds it out, inviting Leon to hold it when he feels how shaky he is.
He pulls off, chin slick. Leon whines.
“Feelin’ good, mi amor?” He rasps, voice already sounding rough.
Leon grips Luis’ hand tightly. “Yes. Fuck, yes. Keep going. It feels so-so good.” He grits his teeth, trying to stay relatively quiet but God does he want to make the most obscene noises when Luis swallows him down again.
Leon’s never gotten head before, but holy shit he thinks this might be the best thing that’s ever happened to him. Luis’ tongue is…well, it’s just like his mouth. Fast and suave and skilled at making Leon fall apart.
Leon introspects during this, his mind so foggy and eyes glazed over from the pleasure that he doesn’t even recognize the slender finger easing into his cunt until Luis is crooking it upwards, hitting something that makes his back arch, legs clamping around Luis instinctively.
“Jesus Christ,” Leon cries, gripping onto the arm of the couch behind him.
“Thought I lost you for a second,” Luis chirps, smirking. “This okay?” He moves his finger in and out slowly, teasing Leon’s dick with his tongue.
“You’re gonna kill me,” Leon replies, tossing an arm over his face. “Like literally kill me. Fuck’s sake, Luis.”
He mewls, trying to open himself back up for Luis but God, he’s so sensitive he just wants to clamp around him and tremble.
“Are we gonna have to do this quietly? Because I can be quiet,” Luis says. “But I prefer to make a ah, little bit of a noise…if you know what I mean.” He smiles, his voice dripping into a lilt. A second finger dips into Leon’s cunt and he groans at the stretch.
He bites his knuckle again, muffling a moan. “What if they hear upstairs..?” He worries, a blush spreading down his chest. The LAST thing Leon needed was for the merchant to know that not only did he get fucked in the shooting range, but on the vintage couch, too.
“We’re far enough away to not be heard, eh?” Luis whispers cheekily, matching Leon’s fretful tone. “It’ll be our little secret.”
Leon rolls his eyes.
“Now ah, can I do…a little more?” Luis asks, his voice sounding breathy. He’s two fingers in and moving slow, but Leon can tell he wants to fingerfuck him so bad.
He hesitates before nodding, and groans when Luis’ fingers start to move faster, hammering up into his g-spot, the pad of his thumb rubbing his dick. “Oh, fuck.” He shivers. “Jesus Christ, Luis.”
“Still feels good?” Luis asks. He looks up at Leon’s face, waiting for his response, waiting for his eyes to meet his. “Do you want me to keep going? Or is it too much?” He tilts his head, slowing down.
“S’good,” Leon babbles, nodding quickly, grabbing at him. He drags Luis up for a messy kiss, gasping into his mouth. “Just-I-I need..” He pauses. “I need you. Take your pants off. Fuck.”
Luis’ eyebrows raise and he laughs. Even Leon’s surprised by his own behavior, but God damn he’s horny.
“Easy, cowboy,” Luis purrs. He smirks and quickly moves, shucking his pants off and tossing them to the same corner his jacket sits in. He waits for a moment, before speaking again.
“Are you uh, sure you’re…okay? With this?” He murmurs. “We don’t have to go all the way if you don’t want, querido.”
Leon grabs his arms. “I want it,” He says, swallowing thickly. “I want it, Luis. Please.”
Luis searches his eyes before kissing him gently. “Okay,” He replies. He nods, taking a deep breath. “Okay.”
It takes Leon a minute to get used to it. He hisses in pain when Luis starts to push in, the smell of lube (really, Luis, bringing lube to a life or death mission? Priorities. Priorities.) and gunpowder permeating the room.
“Stop, stop,” He gasps, holding Luis still as he shifts, legs shaking. Eyes squeezed shut, he grits his teeth, adjusting to the stretch. It’s certainly not as bad as he thought it would be, but overwhelming nonetheless.
He takes a few breaths, watching their bodies meld together, then nods. “Okay. You can…you can keep going.”
Luis grunts when he bottoms out. It’s so much all at once and Leon wails, gripping onto Luis’ shoulders like his life depends on it.
“Oh my God,” He says. “Luis. Fuck. Sl-Slow down.”
Leaning down, chest heaving, Luis holds him close, their bodies hot against each other. “I’m sorry, querido. Got a little too excited, eh?” He chuckles, pressing a kiss to the shell of Leon’s ear.
Hands shaking, Leon laughs wearily. “You’re…you’re really big,” He says, letting out a deep breath. He runs a hand through his hair, trying to calm his nerves. “Christ. I feel like I’m being split in half.”
“I suppose I should take that as a compliment,” Luis says, eyebrow raised. “We can always stop, mi amor. No pressure.”
Leon closes his eyes, breathing deeply. Luis smells like cigarettes and gunpowder and something sweet that he can’t put his finger on. “I’m okay,” He finally says. “Just-go slow.”
Luis nods, his hips rolling carefully. His hands roam over Leon’s naked body, palms warm against his shivering frame. They land on his waist, guiding him down onto his cock. It’s intimate. It’s loving. Shit, Leon feels his heart swell when Luis looks at him, lips parted, eyebrows knit together with pleasure.
It finally stops hurting, the dull ache of the stretch turning into ecstasy as Luis starts to position his hips, lip bitten in concentration. He sneaks a hand down to thumb at Leon’s dick, the slick sounds of his cunt squelching around Luis’ cock making him flush with embarrassment.
“Feeling better?” Luis asks, looking up at him.
Leon nods dumbly, eyes rolling back into his head. Holy shit, he feels a lot better. “You can uh, you can go faster,” He says, running his hands up and down his thighs. “Please.”
Luis takes the initiative. Gradually, the pace increases until he’s actually fucking into Leon, one hand bracing himself on the arm of the couch while the other holds Leon’s waist. It changes from slow lovemaking to sweaty, dirty fucking. Their mouths crashing into each other, Leon wraps his legs around Luis’ waist, eating up all of his moans.
“Joder,” Luis curses, hair falling into his face. He moves so fast Leon barely has time to register himself being moved. He’s sitting on Luis’ lap now, being guided down onto his cock.
Oh, okay. He can ride. Sure.
But that’s not what Luis has in mind. His hips buck up into Leon’s cunt, forcing the blonde to double over, hands gripping the back of the couch as he’s used. The position is fucking insane, and Leon feels his brain turn to mush because of how fast and DEEP Luis is inside of him.
“Oh, my God, Luis, I’m cumming,” He slurs, thighs giving out from underneath him as he shakes, holding onto Luis’ neck. He lifts off of his cock, rubbing himself sloppily. Luis makes a pleased noise and Leon feels himself flush with embarrassment when he feels himself leak onto his lap. He looks down, horrified. “Is that-did I just-did I just pee on you?”
He looks at Luis, expecting the worst, but the Spaniard looks ten seconds from busting a fucking nut.
“Leon,” He breathes, eyes wide. “Dios mio…and on the first try?”
“I’m sorry, I don’t know what-“
“No, no,” Luis insists, laughing. He rubs Leon’s arms reassuringly. “Do not apologize, amor. This just means I’m ah…doing my job correctly.”
And then his fingers dip into the mess, slick and sloppy. Leon falls forward, humping against his hand. It’s so much, but it feels so good, he can’t help but beg for more.
He’s fucking drooling, mouth gaping and full of whines.
“Jesus,” He babbles, lips bitten raw. “Ohh, my God.”
Luis guides him through it, hands rubbing his back. He breathes heavily, pressing kisses into Leon’s neck.
“Muy bien, mi vida,” He coos. “I thought something was wrong, no? You just ah, sprung a leak instead, I guess.”
“I’m-I’m good,” Leon pants, avoiding eye contact. Even if Luis thinks it’s hot he’s still embarrassed as hell. Now the asshole is going to have an even bigger ego because he made Leon squirt for the first time.
But Luis’ touch is a godsend either way. He’s warm, gentle when he runs his hands up Leon’s thighs.
“Good to keep going?” He murmurs, and Leon can see how badly he wants to cum. His cheeks are red, sweat rolling down his brow from previous events. But he won’t move an inch until Leon gives the okay.
“I think so,” Leon replies. “Uh, is it okay if you um,” He looks to the side. “…Finish somewhere else? I can uh, touch you or something.”
Luis grins. “Of course. Not ready for a baby with me quite yet, eh, Sancho?”
Leon groans, rolling his eyes as Luis lays him back down, fucking him slow again. He still twitches with overstimulation, but he’s just enjoying the view from below.
Luis starts to rock into him again at a steady pace, his breathing becoming more labored. Leon loves the way his hair falls in front of his face, how his eyebrows knit together when he’s focused and how he chews on his bottom lip, teeth grit.
“You’re so handsome,” Leon purrs. “Fuck. How did I get lucky enough to meet someone like you AND you want to fuck me?”
Luis grunts, “Joder, Leon…you’re amazing. You don’t give yourself enough-ah-credit.”
“Are you close?” Leon asks, and it’s a dumbass question, but he lilts his voice and tries to be sexy. “Cum for me, Luis. I want it. You’re so fucking hot.”
It works, apparently.
Luis is pulling out, jerking himself hard when he cums on Leon’s stomach. His voice is gravelly and low, moans spilling from his lips, and it sends a jolt down Leon’s spine. Shit. Dude is hot as hell when he cums. He makes Leon’s orgasm look like a cheesy theatre performance.
He comes down panting, hovering over Leon. He gives him a tired kiss and smiles.
“Hi,” He says.
“Hey,” Leon says back.
Gazes meeting, they grin at each other and laugh, naked and sleepy and covered in…various fluids. And it’s nice. It’s peaceful. It’s something that Leon hasn’t been able to indulge in probably…ever. And he wants to savor it as much as he can.
So when the merchant checks on them a few hours later, he decides not to bring up the stains on the couch or the fact that there’s two naked guys sleeping on top of each other in his shooting range.
Because who is he to judge?