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With a soft sigh Piers rubbed his face into the pillow, barely conscious enough for any deliberate movement. He was so pleasantly relaxed it felt as if his limbs were made of jelly and he could’ve just fallen back asleep if he’d stayed still for long enough. He’d known he’d been tired when he dropped into bed right after his shower, not bothering with clothes, and had fallen asleep when his head hit the pillow. Thankfully even now, although the covers were only haphazardly thrown over his waist he was warm and toasty in his room, and slowly he stretched, wriggling his toes a little.
Free days were rare lately and he didn’t even remember when he last got to stay in bed without setting an alarm, to just laze around for as long as he wanted to.
He’d been having such a pleasant dream, too. He didn’t remember all of it anymore but what he did remember made him hide a smile into the pillow, like every single time that Leon S. Kennedy featured in one of his dreams. Or in his life, really. The mere mention of Leon was pretty much guaranteed to draw a dumb smile from Piers. Already a long time ago he’d made his peace with the unrequited crush he had on Leon, knowing he definitely wasn’t the only one. Not only was Leon a living legend, but he was also drop dead gorgeous to boot, even when he was covered in blood and slime, goddamnit, how was that fair.
It hadn’t even been twenty four hours since Leon emerged from underneath the gigantic monster he’d just sliced to death, soaked in its blood and intestines, and as he’d flashed a grin all Piers had been able to think was holy fuck I want to marry you. Of course, since he was a gigantic Loser with a capital L, Piers had only raised an eyebrow at Leon and said “You do know you can kill them without getting trapped under them?”
Leon had laughed, the kind of laugh that made Piers’ insides flutter and his heart do stupid little flips. “Oh,” Leon had drawled, flipping his bloody hair out of his eyes. Not that it’d helped much, not with how his face was like painted red. “I just like what it does to my skin,” he’d continued, his grin white in contrast to all the red. And once again Piers had been struck with how stupidly he was crushing on Leon and how little there was he could do about it.
In an ideal world, Piers could’ve just walked up to Leon and asked him if he wanted to grab dinner together, maybe drinks, coffee would be good too. In this world, however, Leon was in a long term relationship and Piers was not a home wrecker, thank you very much. Sure it seemed to be complicated, and Piers had never actually seen Leon with anyone, but the rumor mill insisted that he had been together with someone for years already. Besides, when Piers had tried to ask Chris about it Chris had pretty much confirmed it with his deep sighs and grumbles about how Leon deserved someone better.
Leon was gorgeous, brilliant, and made Piers’ stomach fill with butterflies. But he was also in a long relationship and obviously straight so Piers was not going to be a jerk about it, no matter how much he wished things were different.
Thinking about Leon inevitably led to Piers’ mind getting stuck on a loop of Leon. He was too sleepy to control any of it and his mind wandered, from how good the new blue button-up had looked stretched over the wide expanse of Leon’s shoulders to how he’d left the top button open and treated everyone to a delicious peek of a collarbone. Piers wanted to bite the smooth skin there, wanted to press his nose against the spot right underneath Leon’s ear to inhale him.
With a sleepy grunt, Piers shifted, pressing his face against the soft pillow, letting his fingers curl into the sheets next to it. He was half on his side, half on his stomach, and he couldn’t resist rolling his hips to rub his half hard dick against the mattress. Even with how smooth and soft his sheets were, what little friction he got from that made him shiver from head to toe. Arousal swirled in his belly, his breaths turning shallower, and he barely even made a conscious decision to do so before he was sliding his hand down his chest.
Countless times he’d seen Leon’s long fingers around his gun, had watched Leon use his knife with deadly accuracy, and every single time those fingers had featured in his dirtiest fantasies for weeks to come. Even now, he imagined it was Leon’s hand that moved from his pecs to his abs, stopped there to draw slow teasing circles onto the sleep-warm skin. He felt like dragging it out and so he bypassed his cock for now, instead scraping his blunt fingernails over his sensitive inner thighs before palming his balls, making his own breath hitch.
Piers spent a long while doing just that, teasing himself, making it last. He touched himself everywhere but not where he needed it the most, getting the only friction from how his hard cock was now leaking against the mattress, brushing the sheets with each helpless little nudge of his hips. His other arm was under the pillow, and he stretched it out to grab onto the edge of the bed, barely getting his fingertips between the mattress and the wall.
Then, he finally gave himself what he’d been yearning for. He laced his fingers around his rock hard cock, and the first pull already drew a low, long moan from him. He rubbed his thumb against the sensitive spot under the head of his cock, before dragging it over his slit, his hips jerking helplessly forward to gain more of it. By now it was impossible for him to even stay still, his body writhing and squirming on the bed as he tried to move into his own first and simultaneously rub off against the mattress.
The sleepiness had mostly evaporated but his movements were still a little more uncoordinated than usual, his pace more languid than it would’ve been had he been properly awake. He kept thinking about Leon, about how firm Leon’s chest was when they hugged, how strong Leon’s arms were around him. He kept imagining Leon right there next to him, touching him, whispering nonsense to him while they climbed the peak together. The pillow was getting damp where he was panting against it, his breaths quick and shallow, and getting more ragged as he pushed himself higher.
“F-fucking hell,” Piers groaned, his voice muffled by the pillow. Incoherent images of Leon were flashing though his mind, memories mixing with fantasies, and he struggled to get his knees under himself so he could get more leverage to thrust forward, desperate for release. It was to the thought of Leon grinning brightly at him that Piers finally snapped, his hips jerking helplessly as he came with Leon’s name on his lips.
For a moment Piers still kept touching himself, worked himself through his orgasm and the aftershocks, before practically collapsing back on the mattress. He rolled onto his back, slowly stroking his thighs and his abdomen, easing himself back down to the sleepy, relaxed haze from before. Jesus Christ, he didn’t even remember when he’d last come this hard. He barely remembered when he’d last taken the time for more than a quick hand in the shower, either, if he was honest with himself.
Slowly Piers blinked up at the ceiling, sprawled out on the bed, unwilling to move an inch just yet. Even with how relaxed he was, he still couldn’t stop thinking about Leon, about Leon’s smile and his eyes, his shoulders and his legs and… Holy shit he had it bad. Never in his life had he yearned for someone like this. And it wasn’t only that he wanted Leon in his bed – although he did, so badly, he really, really did – but he wanted to make him laugh, wanted to look after him, wanted to give him all the good things in this world.
With a sigh, Piers heaved himself upright. He needed to direct his mind to something else and stop obsessing over something that wasn’t going to happen.
*
The spiral stairs seemed to go on forever. It wasn’t the first time and was not going to be the last time that Piers had to run up more stairs than he’d prefer, but that didn’t mean he had to be happy about it. He had been happy when Leon had pointed at him, earlier, and said he was going to accompany him to see the super secret informant. It had felt like an enormous sign of trust, and the fact that he’d been picked over Chris did make Piers want to preen a little. Every time he got to team up with Leon he basked it in, enjoyed what he could get. He’d be happy with the friendship, knowing that anything else was out of the cards entirely.
Still, after they’d trekked up five flights of stairs Piers was beginning to lose his patience. “You couldn’t have picked a building with a damn elevator for your rendezvous?” he grumbled, giving Leon a pointed glare when Leon glanced back at him from over his shoulder.
“What would be the fun in that?” Leon asked with a grin, chuckling a little. “Don’t tell me you’re already getting tired. I figured you had better stamina than that.”
“I’m not tired!” Piers defended himself, before his brain caught up and he realized Leon was absolutely baiting him. Damn. “I’m just being practical,” he went on in as casual a tone as he managed. “With an elevator we would’ve already been on the top floor for ages.”
“Or we would’ve been shot down,” Leon argued back, still amused. “You’ve had so many bad experiences with elevators, it’s a wonder you’re still such a fan.”
“Hey, I’ve had a ton of bad experiences with people trying to bite my face off, but I still like people,” Piers returned.
“I really, really hope you mean infected people,” Leon laughed, “because otherwise I’m scared to ask what kind of kinks you’re into.”
There was no chance for Piers to respond anything to that before their comms crackled and Chris’ voice interrupted them. “Leon. We’ve talked about this. No flirting while working.” He sounded kind of long suffering and tired. Then again, he had sounded long suffering and tired for years now, so that was nothing new. “Don’t embarrass my second in command.”
“Oh he can take it,” Leon answered brightly. “Just because you’re a prude doesn’t mean everyone else is.”
Piers held his tongue, thinking back to how he had been touching himself to the mere thought of Leon only days earlier. How he’d done it… frankly more often than he was willing to admit. He wasn’t going to be inappropriate, damnit, not even though every single molecule of his being was screaming at him to make a move on Leon. He wasn’t going to disrespect a long term relationship like that.
“I still don’t want to hear it,” Chris argued, even if there was amusement in his voice.
“There’s an easy solution to that,” Leon pointed out. “You can just cut the communications and we’re good.” He turned to address Piers, then, arching his eyebrows pointedly. “Can you believe he didn’t think of that? He must’ve gotten one too many hits on the head.”
“I heard that.”
Leon grinned brightly. Piers lost his breath entirely. He was so captivated by that smile that he completely missed the next step on the stairs and slipped, falling on his knee with a thud. A painful thud, he added inwardly as sharp pain shot from his knee, of course he’d managed to hit it on the edge of a step exactly correctly for maximum hurt. He groaned, but quickly straightened again, embarrassed by the slip up. “Admit it,” he griped, to cover up his embarrassment, “you picked the rendezvous point specifically to piss me off.”
Leon let out a small laugh. “You could also stop complaining and save your breath for climbing. Or for paying attention.”
“Oh screw you,” Piers said, without any heat, drawing another laugh from Leon.
It were moments like this that made Piers ache for something more even worse. The way they interacted together was always so easy, always came so naturally, and each and every time it managed to lift Piers’ spirits. It always bordered on flirting, and if Piers didn’t know Leon was practically famous for his awkward one liners and awkward flirting that meant nothing, he might’ve read more into it.
Finally, fucking finally, they reached the top of the stairs. It reminded Piers of China. The floor was a metal grid, spanning around the room, and the last time Piers had run across one of these was when he’d been chasing Chris, who was chasing his revenge. Ironically, that memory heavily featured Leon, too, as Leon had been the one who was able to snap Chris back to reality, back to himself.
As if it he’d somehow summoned it, suddenly another familiar voice from the memory echoed in the room.
“Hello there, handsome.”
The sudden voice startled Piers and he spun around, gun raised. He had known they were meeting someone, but when he realized who it was standing only a few feet from them, he had to fight not to let the surprise show.
Ada Wong.
Rationally, Piers knew that Ada wasn’t the person who had fucked his team over in China. Yet she wore the face of the person who had murdered multiple of Piers’ teammates, his friends, who had almost gotten Piers himself killed. Piers wasn’t proud of it, but his heartbeat picked up, his palms sweaty, and he had to really focus to keep up his poker face. Subtly he adjusted his grip on the gun, glancing at Leon to see his reaction.
To his surprise, Leon wasn’t even reaching for a weapon. He just stood there completely relaxed, a small smile ghosting over his lips as he acknowledged her with a nod. “Ada.”
Ada gave Piers a look, before returning her gaze to Leon. “A chaperone? I’m disappointed. I was hoping I’d get you all for myself.”
“Sorry to disappoint,” Leon said, taking a step closer to her. “Maybe next time.” He tilted his head, holding out an open palm. “You got something for me?”
Piers didn’t let go of his gun. He didn’t even lower it. He stayed still and let Leon take the lead, but he was ready to act at a second’s notice if the situation changed. Again reminiscent of that day in China. This was giving him whiplash.
Laughing a little, Ada took two steps closer, not even trying to hide her amusement. “Is that any way to greet a lady?” she said, admonishingly, even as she dug something from her pocket. “Honey, you wound me. If I was any more insecure, I might think that you’re only using me for my resources.”
“As if you’re not using me for mine,” Leon answered, clearly unbothered.
“Touché.” Ada tilted her head to give Leon a once-over. “What can I say, you’ve got assets.”
That was when something clicked in Piers’ mind. Ada friggin’ Wong was dating Leon!? Suddenly the sullen and grumbly reaction from Chris when asked about Leon’s relationship made so much sense. Suddenly all the rumors Piers had heard made sense, all the whispers about this mysterious woman everyone knew existed but no one seemed to have met. Who else could it have been? And it must’ve been serious, too, considering Leon was willing to overlook how she skirted the line between the good guys and the bad.
Thankfully, neither Leon nor Ada was paying attention to Piers while he had his epiphany and the subsequent internal freakout. He was certain if someone had been filming his expressions it would’ve provided entertainment to last for ages.
Still smiling, Ada threw something to Leon, and he caught it easily. “This’ll get you through the biometric locks. You’re going to have to figure out the rest.” She raised a hand, waving it a little. “I’ve got places to be, so I won’t be around to bail you out if it goes sideways.”
“Wasn’t expecting you to,” Leon said, turning the item he’d received in his hand, as if he was making sure it was what he’d been promised. Or maybe he was just curious about it and trusted her blindly, who knew. Either way he pocketed the item, looking up at her again. “Thank you.”
Ada didn’t respond to that, and instead already turned to leave. She glanced at Leon from over her shoulder when she reached the end of the walkway. “Take care of yourself.” It sounded soft and genuine, but before Leon could respond anything she raised her arm, shot out the hook and was flying upwards, leaving them behind.
That was when Piers realized he was gritting his teeth so hard his jaw hurt. With conscious effort he relaxed his jaw, trying to subtly move it to loosen up without being too noticeable. Leon was still watching after Ada, although she wasn’t visible anymore, and eventually Piers cleared his throat to break the silence that had fallen between them. “How long have you…?” He wasn’t exactly sure how to finish the question so he trailed off.
“Hm?” Leon hummed, distracted. He turned to look at Piers, then, and it was visible when the question registered. “Oh. Since Raccoon City.” The answer was easy, no hesitation. “Don’t worry about it, we can trust her with this.”
“Alright,” Piers said, attempting to look as neutral about it as he possibly could. He told himself to stop being dramatic, he had known for years that Leon was in a relationship, this was not news in any way, just seeing him actually interact with his significant other didn’t change anything. He had known this. It was not a surprise.
That didn’t stop it from feeling like a hot knife to the gut, though. Goddamnit. Especially when Leon went on, worry clear in his voice. “It’s going to be rough out there for her on her own.”
Piers didn’t want to, he really really didn’t, but he found himself speaking before he could stop. “Then why don’t you go after her?”
Confused, Leon turned to look at Piers, frowning. “Why would I?”
“Because she’s your…” Piers trailed off, not knowing what word he was supposed to use. What was she to Leon, exactly? He felt dumb, struggling for words. “You should go after her.”
“Why does everyone keep telling me that,” Leon huffed, and for some reason he looked… annoyed? None of this was making sense. Maybe he was worried about being open with his relationship considering the past?
Piers steeled himself, figuring that if Leon needed that last push he could be a good enough friend and give it. “You don’t need to downplay it, we don’t judge. If it was Jill, Chris would already be halfway up to the roof. Just go, we’ll handle things here.”
“If it was Ji—what?” Leon was now openly staring. “What are you talking about?”
“Are you really going to make me spell it out for you?” Piers grumbled, by now fast running out of patience. He was well aware that it were his own feelings that were coloring his reaction, and he really didn’t want to stand here talking about Leon’s relationship when he still struggled with his own big dumb crush. It wasn’t fair that he was annoyed and impatient, but he couldn’t help it. “You know what I mean! You’re together!”
Leon looked like the living embodiment of a record scratch, as if his world stopped for a moment and he had to re-calibrate his brain with the new information available. He opened his mouth, then closed it again, only to then open it again and still not speak. Finally he somehow managed to get a grip, after a few very, very long seconds. “We’re not together,” he said, incredulous. “She’s my… vaguely antagonistic ally. We have a mutually beneficial professional relationship.”
Now it was Piers’ turn to be stunned, but to his credit, he got over it faster. “You just literally told me that you’ve been together since Raccoon City!” he said, voice a tad too loud, gesturing towards where Ada had disappeared earlier. “It hasn’t been more than five minutes!”
“Yeah we’ve known since Raccoon City,” Leon said, frowning. “You didn’t actually ask me what you think you asked me.” He made a frustrated gesture, before calling for backup. “Chris, back me up here. Tell him he’s getting this all wrong.”
There was a pause, followed by an awkward “Uhm.” Then Chris went on almost apologetically. “This is news to me, too.”
“What!?”
“I asked you if you have feelings for her,” Chris went on, “and you said ‘unfortunately’. That’s as good as a yes.”
Slowly Leon’s incredulous expression turned to confusion, then understanding, and then right back to incredulity again. “That was over ten years ago, Redfield.”
This time, Chris sounded defensive. “She keeps popping up and flirting with you!”
“Seriously? I can’t believe you,” Leon grumbled, rolling his eyes. If Chris had been right there instead of a radio connection away, he would’ve gotten the glare of a lifetime. Now it was the staircase that was subjected to the annoyed look.
Piers had never seen Leon this frustrated. Granted, usually their communication was simple. They either talked about things straight, or then they ignored the topic entirely. Can’t have miscommunication if there’s no communication! Except Piers was kind of learning that might not be as good a thing as he’d thought.
Especially as Leon clearly couldn’t hold back the frustration anymore. He gestured at Piers, searching for words for a second. “And you! For months I’ve been trying to—” Abruptly he cut himself off, staring at Piers from wide eyes, not even blinking. Then, slowly, he spoke up again, only not addressing Piers this time even though his eyes were on him. “Chris. We’re gonna be unavailable for a minute,” he added, and then reached for his earpiece, manually turning it off. He gestured for Piers to do the same to his own, arching an eyebrow. “Do you mind?”
Dumbfounded, unable to really come up with a coherent thought, Piers automatically obeyed. By now he had no idea what the hell was going on. He was trying to piece together what he’d just heard and adjust what he’d thought he’d known, but it was too much to process all at once.
Once the comms were off, Leon took a step closer. His gaze was intense enough that it made a shiver go down Piers’ spine. This was one problem, one reason why he’d developed his dumb crush: Leon had this way of looking at him that made him feel like there was nothing else in the world, like he was his sole focus, and it was hard to even think with that directed at him. Leon looked him straight in the eye, and finally spoke up. “I’m going to ask you one question, and if the answer is ‘no’ then we’re going to pretend this conversation never happened. Deal?”
“Is that the question?” Piers answered before he even thought about it, giving Leon a tentative grin.
Leon rolled his eyes, but there was a small smile dancing on his lips. “I don’t know why I’m into you,” he muttered, barely audibly.
Piers heard it anyway. Immediately his heartbeat picked up, something like hope stirring in the pit of his stomach. “Get on with it.”
“Do you actually want me, or has all of this been just …friendly banter?” Leon asked, making a vague hand gesture between them when saying ‘all of this’, as if he wasn’t really sure how to put any of it into words either. Before there even was a chance to answer he followed up with another. “How long have you thought I’m with Ada?”
Slowly, the situation was beginning to clear up to Piers, too. They’d been such idiots. He’d been stewing in his crush and guilt, beating himself up for his feelings, always too weak to pull away completely but careful not to cross the line. For no damn reason. And at the same time Leon had, for whatever reason, never actually used his words either but just accepted it.
Suddenly nervous, Piers didn’t know what to answer. Instead he deflected. “That’s two questions.”
The only answer he got was a glare, and with a sigh he relented. Still, he avoided the more loaded question and answered the easier one first. “For as long as I’ve known you. Everyone thinks you’re in a long term relationship. You heard Chris.”
Leon nodded in acknowledgement, but didn’t comment. He was uncharacteristically impatient, though, and didn’t wait for long before he broke the silence. “And?”
What else could Piers do but tell the truth? At this point he had nothing to lose. “Yes,” he practically only breathed out. “Of course I do. If you’d been single—I mean. If I’d known you were single, I would’ve asked you out months ago. I’ve been trying so hard to be respectful and not cross any lines that I—”
“Then ask me now.”
Piers’ world came to a screeching halt. He stared at Leon for a heartbeat, then another, and Leon stared back. Piers swallowed hard, but his voice was surprisingly steady as he spoke. “Wanna get dinner with me? As soon as we get back.”
The answer was immediate. “Yes.” Slowly Leon let his grin break free, and helplessly Piers mirrored it. For a long moment they simply goofily smiled at each other, neither of them saying anything, neither of them looking away. Then Leon motioned towards the staircase, his smile turning a little apologetic. “Let’s head back before Chris sends troops after us.”
Piers nodded his agreement, and followed Leon across the grid and towards the stairs. Before they got there, Leon abruptly stopped in his tracks, causing Piers to nearly run into him. “Oh, fuck it,” he burst out, and then he’d already spun around to face Piers.
Next thing Piers knew he was being pulled in close by his sniper’s veil, Leon’s mouth hot and insistent on his. Leon’s lips were dry, but Piers barely registered that before he was being kissed within an inch of his life. He could barely believe this was happening but he tried to focus on every second to remember it forever, his entire world narrowing down to Leon, to the kiss they shared. He was too stunned to even do anything else but return the kiss, his grip tight on the rifle trapped between their chests.
It was the best damn kiss of Piers’ life, and afterwards he practically floated down the stairs behind Leon.
*
Truth to be told, Piers had sort of expected that once they got back to his place after their dinner date, they’d either be unable to keep their hands to themselves, or that it’d become somehow awkward, nerves getting the best of them. Yet everything was easy, as if nothing had changed.
“So,” Leon said as he stopped in the middle of the living room, hands in his pockets. He swirled around to face Piers, giving him a teasing smile. “You the kind of guy who puts out on the first date?”
The question made Piers snort, and he didn’t even try to stop himself from approaching Leon. Easily he sneaked his arms around Leon and pulled him close, chest to chest, until they were practically glued together while grinning at each other. “Depends,” he answered, “on who’s asking.” He brushed his lips over Leon’s, his smile widening as it drew a barely audible sigh from Leon. “For you? The answer is always yes.”
“You sweet talker,” Leon answered, equal parts amused and kind of charmed. He placed his palms on Piers’ elbows, holding him loosely as he started walking backwards to the direction of the bedroom. “You don’t need to charm me anymore, I’ve been ready for this for ages.”
“I’ll never stop charming you,” Piers answered with a cheeky smile.
Leon pinched his side. “I still don’t understand why I’m so into you.” Despite the words he leaned in to catch Piers’ lower lip between his teeth, tugging on it playfully. He let it evolve into a slow, savoring kiss, and even when it broke he kept their faces close. “Scratch that. I’ve got multiple reasons. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that,” he confessed. “I’ve had wet dreams of your lips.”
“Yeah?” Piers asked, breathless and honestly willing to do pretty much anything for Leon right now. “Where do you want them?” He still couldn’t believe that the pining had been mutual. He’d been dreaming of Leon for so long, it was mindblowing that at the same time Leon had been dreaming of him.
Leon’s eyes were sparkling. “Everywhere.”
What could Piers do but to kiss him again? Slowly they started peeling off layers, discarding clothes blindly to the side to get to soft, warm skin. Once they were down to only their boxers Piers gave Leon’s shoulders a push, sending him sprawling on the bed. Easily Leon shifted to the middle of the mattress, motioning for Piers to get closer. He propped his left foot on the bed, knee bent, and he let it sway from side to side as if to draw Piers’ attention to him. It was an inviting gesture if anything, immediately making Piers’ throat go dry.
A part of Piers wanted to just fall into Leon, slot between those thighs and kiss Leon breathless, touch every single inch of skin available to him. He tried to be patient, though. There was no rush. He moved closer and pressed his lips on the side of Leon’s knee, congratulating himself as it earned him a barely noticeable hitch of Leon’s breath. He set out to press a row of kisses along Leon’s inner thigh, playfully biting his hipbone through the fabric of his boxers.
“You’re seriously going to take it slow?” Leon chastised him, even if the attempt fell kind of flat with the way he was already breathless, his hips nudging upwards a little as if in search of more. “After all the time we wasted being idiots?”
“Yes,” Piers answered easily. He pressed a kiss on Leon’s stomach, mouthing downwards until he reached his clothed erection. He closed his mouth over Leon’s cock through the thin fabric, sucking tentatively.
Piers certainly didn’t expect the reaction that followed: Leon let out a choked gasp, his hips lifting off the mattress helplessly, as a visible tremble went through his entire body. His eyes fell shut, his lips parted, and a gorgeous flush spread over his face.
The damp spot on his underwear was a telltale sign of what had just happened.
Still, Piers couldn’t entirely believe that he got to witness Leon climax so soon, from so little, and it took a few seconds for his brain to reboot. He kept watching Leon’s expression, the rise and fall of his chest, drinking in the gorgeous sight as if his life depended on it. At the same time he kept slowly stroking Leon’s inner thigh, partly to soothe him through the climax and partly just because he needed to be touching him in one way or another. His own dick was throbbing with need, as the sight made all of his blood rush south in a split second, but that could wait. That could wait.
Eventually Leon swallowed hard, the flush on his cheeks even darkening. “…well that was embarrassing,” he croaked out. “Hasn’t happened since I was a teenager.”
As if this hadn’t been hot as fuck already, somehow hearing that made it even better. Piers did that. He had such an effect on Leon. He didn’t know how to even handle that bit of information. “No,” he burst out, “it was hot.” He moved closer, hovering above Leon, not quite close enough to kiss. Leon opened his eyes, meeting Piers’ gaze with his own, and Piers gave him a grin. “I’m taking it as a compliment.”
Immediately the slight tension that had appeared just melted off Leon, and he grabbed the waistband of Piers’ boxers, snapping it against his skin. He was obviously satisfied when Piers yelped. “Get these off. I want you naked.” He shifted a little, pulling a face. “And I want me naked.”
“What’s the rush?” Piers blinked at Leon innocently. He meant to only say that, to tease Leon, but somehow more words spilled from him without his permission. “You’re gorgeous like this.”
Leon’s expression was a mix between incredulous and strangely pleased. “What?” he croaked out. “With drying cum in my pants?”
“That, too,” Piers said easily, not trying to hide how elated that made him. Despite his words he obeyed, though, started to peel Leon’s boxers off him. He’d always had a thing for Leon’s long, long legs, but seeing them naked was even better. Not to mention the rest of him. Fucking hell, he’d known Leon was breathtaking but this still went beyond his wildest expectations.
Or maybe he was even more helplessly in love than he’d thought he was.
“So,” Piers drawled, trying to distract himself from getting too sentimental too soon. “What do you want first?”
“First?” Leon echoed, but it didn’t sound like a complaint. If anything, he both sounded and looked downright pleased.
“Yeah,” Piers said, telling his dumb heart to stop making weird little skips in his chest. “Now that we finally got this far, don’t you think we should make the most of it? I’m not ready to let you go anytime soon.”
“I just wanted to hear you say it,” Leon admitted.
“I thought you wanted me to stop the sweet talking?”
Leon snorted. “Shut up and take these off.” He reached out and snapped the waistband of Piers’ boxers again, this time a little harder, if possible.
Instead of doing that, Piers disobeyed and leaned in to kiss Leon again, slow and sweet. It proved to be a good enough distraction as Leon simply melted into it, wrapping his arms around Piers’ neck to pull him in. As they kissed Piers multitasked and inched his underwear off, ready to get even more of the glorious skin on skin contact. As soon as they were both naked he practically blanketed Leon with his body, almost experimentally shifting against him.
The simple movement was enough to make them both groan, the kiss breaking as they gasped for breath. “Do that again,” Leon whispered, bringing his palms on each side of Piers’ face. There was something so intimate about the gesture that Piers lost himself in it for a second, only staring down at Leon with what he was sure was obvious adoration.
Right, distraction, no love confessions at this time. Piers really didn’t know how Leon would react to something like that and he wasn’t about to ruin this moment.
So he focused on taking Leon apart again. He grabbed Leon’s knees, amazed at how easily Leon immediately parted them for him. He could feel the muscles in Leon’s thighs as he ran his palms over them, until he reached his trim hips so he could hold him down. He wanted to do so much with this man, wanted to kiss every inch of him and touch him all over, wanted to fuck him hard and make sweet love to him, wanted to pin him down and take him, and then have Leon do it all to him in turn.
Now though, neither of them had the patience for anything more than rutting against each other greedily, their cocks trapped between their abs as they refused to put more space between them. The kisses turned greedier, sloppier, and Leon apparently loved using his teeth when he was getting lost in the sensations. Piers was sure his lips would be bruised after this but he didn’t care in the slightest. Not when he had one of Leon’s long legs thrown around his hips, Leon’s hands on his shoulders, Leon’s hot body right there against his own.
For a while it was only that, instinctively grinding against one another to get as much friction as possible. Then Leon shifted, bucking upwards a little, and made a frustrated sound as Piers didn’t immediately get with the program and understand what he wanted. “Let me,” Leon said breathlessly as he grabbed Piers’ thigh, pulling it so Piers got one knee underneath himself for leverage. That finally allowed Leon to push a hand between them, to lace his long fingers around their cocks.
Sure it lacked finesse but holy fucking shit having Leon’s hand on his dick was something Piers had been dreaming of for so long that such minor details didn’t matter. Piers pressed his face into Leon’s neck, muffling the sounds that escaped him right there against Leon’s sweaty skin. He still kept moving his hips, too, helpless not to, even as Leon worked them both higher.
The climax took Piers almost by surprise, sneaking up on him while he was so focused on everything Leon that he barely had the presence of mind for anything else. He bit down on Leon’s shoulder, entirely forgetting how to breathe as he was thrown over the edge and into a sea of pure white bliss. Only distantly he registered Leon saying something, still moving against him, and then finally stopping altogether.
Lazily Piers shifted until he could press a row of little kisses along Leon’s jaw, smiling as he did so. It wasn’t even only because of getting off, but just being here with Leon, being allowed to do that, it was all better than what Piers’ imagination had provided.
Leon chuckled as he turned his head, pressing a kiss onto Piers’ temple in turn. “I might need a second before we can continue working down that list.”
“List?” Piers asked, the single word kind of slurred as his brain wasn’t quite online yet.
Leon hummed. “Yeah. Didn’t you have a list of things you wanted to do tonight?”
“We’re gonna need more than tonight to even make a dent to that list.”
Leon let his hand slide from Piers’ waist to his butt, giving it a shameless grope. “I think I can live with that,” he said, shifting his leg so that while it was still hooked around Piers he didn’t need to strain his muscles and could relax. “And I might have some ideas too. In case you forgot those.” As he spoke he dipped his fingers in the cleft of Piers’ ass, drawing a helpless shiver from him.
“Honestly,” Piers said, tilting his head to base his chin on Leon’s shoulder, so that he could actually look at him. “I’m having a hard time thinking of anything I’d say no to if you wanted to try it.”
There was something soft in Leon’s expression but his voice was light, as he referred back to their earlier conversation. “Charmer. Completely unnecessary.”
“I told you I’m not gonna stop,” Piers said, before craning his neck so he could actually kiss Leon again. Immediately he knew his lower lip was a bit busted, as the kiss stung, but he didn’t give a damn. If anything, it served as a reminder of what had just happened, and he welcomed that. The kiss was followed by another, a soft and lingering one this time, one that left them both smiling and content.
Maybe it was because he was so blissed out and relaxed, or maybe he just had no filter when it came to Leon, who knew. But instead of enjoying the tender moment Piers suddenly found himself speaking up, asking the one question he had sworn to himself he would not throw out there on their first damn date. “What are we now?”
There it was. The opportunity for Leon to stomp on his heart if he so chose. Not that he would ever do it intentionally but there was no knowing what kind of a relationship he was ready for.
At first there was no answer, but then Leon pinched Piers’ side to make him look at him again. He gave a soft, tentative smile, meeting Piers’ eyes straight as he answered with a question. “What do you want us to be?”
Everything, Piers thought. Anything. As long as I’ll have you.
Instead of saying it out loud, he shrugged a little, settling back against Leon comfortably. He brushed his nose against the spot under Leon’s ear, closed his eyes and inhaled his scent slowly. “Us,” he answered, then. “Just us.” In a way it already encompassed everything that he wanted. What they’d built between them was already special. Had been special before anyone’s dick had been out. Now it would just shift to include all new territories.
Leon tightened his arm around Piers’ shoulders for a second. “Yeah,” he agreed. “I think I like that.”