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There was a comfort in the consistency of Chris’s Friday night after-work routine. The first step he took into his favourite bar, the one with the heavy scent of tobacco in the air, tables that were always sticky and filled with men in greasy plaid shirts with long beards, he felt his problems melt away.
Jill was always behind the bar, Claire was usually there to nag in his ear. The second tap in the men’s bathroom always leaked and Rhett with the beer belly was always in the back booth, newspaper in one hand, beer in the other.
Consistency.
But not tonight. He paused on his second step as the old wooden door to the bar swung shut behind him. Not tonight, because tonight there was a man sitting on his bar stool, nursing his drink like he was ready to cry into it.
He stuck out like a sore thumb and when Chris’s attention shifted to Jill, she only gave him a helpless shrug. If Jill wasn’t so strict on ID checks, he’d have questioned if the man was even old enough to drink. His blond hair reflected in the light above the bar, a thin slather of gel applied in an attempt to make himself presentable, Chris guessed. Why anyone would put any effort in when coming to a place like this, he had no idea.
Thrown off by the outlier in his usually reliable routine, Chris moved to sit at a different bar stool, one with a wobbly leg, leaving an empty chair between him and the younger man.
He was wearing a plain blue button up shirt and black slacks. Not a speck of motor oil, dirt or sweat to be seen. Chris was even more confused.
“Usual?” Jill asked him, appearing in front of him with her palms on the bar. One of her eyebrows lifted and she glanced between him and the younger man, amused curiousness twitching the corner of her lips up.
“Thanks,” Chris tipped his head. He pulled his pack of smokes and lighter out of his pocket and lit one up. At the snick of the lighter, the man’s head lifted, blue eyes snapping to him. They were pale and there was a slight crease between his brows as he looked between the cigarettes and Chris.
His lips parted, like he wanted to ask if Chris was allowed to smoke inside, but thought better and quickly returned his gaze down to his drink.
His posture reminded Chris of a sad puppy.
Jill slid him his drink, stood between them across the bar and crossed her arms over her chest.
“What could’ve brought a guy like you to a place like this?”
The man startled, blinking widely at Jill before turning his head to look around him. Three truckers were standing around a pool table and an old married couple were sitting in a booth having an argument. He pressed his lips together as his gaze returned to Jill again.
Chris huffed a laugh and the man hunched in on himself, a wounded expression on his face as he met his eye. Chris couldn’t help feeling a little sorry for him, he looked like he didn’t even know where he was.
“Let me guess…” Jill said, tilting her head, “Waiting for your dad to get here?”
The man frowned, “What? No,” He replied. It came out weakly. His hands tightened on his glass.
“Got lost on the way to an evening church service?” Chris joined in, because, hey, if there was a disruption in his routine, he might as well make the best of it.
“No!” The man snapped with more assertion this time.
“Huh,” Jill looked at Chris, “that was a good guess.” She unfolded her arms and placed her hands on the bar again. The man’s face scrunched in disagreement. “So put us out of our misery, what brought you here?”
“Can’t I just drink in peace?” He replied defensively.
Jill puffed a laugh, “In a place like this? Never.”
Chris took a swig on his drink and looked him up and down again. “You were on a date that went terribly so you’re drinking away your sorrows in a shitty bar off the side of a highway?”
“Hey,” Jill whipped him with the towel she’d picked up to wipe over the bar, “We weren’t on the shittiest bars in the country list this year. Give me some credit,” She scolded before turning back to the suddenly aghast looking man. “What’s your name?”
Chris ignored the swat, watching the man’s cheeks turned a hue of red with what appeared to be embarrassment. Bingo. “Damn, you win some, you lose some.”
The wide eyed expression quickly shifted into a frown and the man’s jaw tightened before he spoke again, “it’s Leon… and I didn’t get to the date part. I got stood up.” He took another drink, sounding defeated. There was a self consciousness to his posture and an attempted anger in his tone that was dulled by disappointment.
Chris felt a twinge in his chest. He put the cigarette to his lips and watched Leon’s throat bob as he looked back at him, eyes caught on his lips. Well, that was unexpected… unless Chris was reading things entirely wrong. A strand of Leon’s neatly styled hair had fallen out of place. He pulled his lip between his teeth and Chris felt something flare within him. He pushed it down and took another draw of his cigarette.
“Where was the date?” Jill asked, wiping the bar halfheartedly. Her arm muscles flexed and she briefly stopped to look at the wall clock behind her to check the time. Claire would get off work soon and the consistency of his sister joining him for a drink, served by her girlfriend, was another part of his routine that was likely to be disrupted by this sad young man.
Leon’s shoulders curled in and Chris had to strain his ears to hear him. “Here.”
Chris’s brows shot up and Jill let out a noise of strangled surprise. “Here?”
Leon dipped his head, nodding. He quickly took another drink and Chris could see the redness of his ears.
“You invited a girl on a date here? No wonder she stood you up,” Jill shook her head in disbelief.
Chris looked around the room, there was not a single redeeming quality about this place, and he thought that affectionately. Jill was family to him, this place was the metaphorical quietness he needed from the world, but it was still a shit hole.
“I… was invited here,” Leon corrected, flexing his fingers around his glass. He swallowed again. “He. Uh…He stood me up.”
Jill’s lips parted in an ‘oh’ and Chris felt his mouth go dry. His eyes passed over Leon again, re-assessing him. No longer did he see a lost preacher’s son, but a timid closeted young man that Chis knew the feeling of all too well.
The look in Leon’s eyes after he’d spoken turned fearful and Chris felt the jump to make it clear there was no judgement here. Hell, he was sitting with a gay man and a lesbian.
“If a guy invited you here, you probably dodged a bullet. A respectable man doesn’t come to a place like this.” He waved his hand vaguely.
Leon’s shoulders slumped in relief and Chis felt himself relax too. He didn’t even know the guy, why did he care so much?
“What does that say about you, Chris?” Jill chuckled, refilling both his and Leon’s glasses.
Chris would thank her if not for the smirk on her face. He rolled his eyes, “I’m respectable. Mostly. Besides, I would never bring a guy here.”
Jill shook her head humorously and Leon said a quiet “Thank you,” for the refill. His eyes were on Chris again and Chris could feel the way he looked at him, attempting to read between the possible lines.
He tried to ignore it. Leon was noticeably younger than him.
Before Jill could give him a sarcastic remark, the door opened and Claire came in. She wiped her hand down her jeans after touching the door and waved over at them tiredly. “Hey,” She said, shucking her red leather jacket down her arms as she came over. Before going behind the bar, she ruffled Chris’s short dark hair and he scowled at her, smoothing it back down into place. “That’s for leaving me to figure out the new software on my own.”
“Yeah, yeah,” He waved her off, “I’m a mechanic, not a software engineer.”
Claire grabbed a clean glass and poured herself a drink, glaring at him.
Jill leaned her hip against the bar, “You know you don’t work here, right?” She teased.
Leon watched them curiously, thumb rubbing the side of his glass absentmindedly. Chris watched him, the way his throat bobbed as he swallowed and the little gasp that left lips as he saw Claire give Jill a kiss. It was teasing, nothing but a simple peck.
Claire smiled at Jill cheekily, tucked one side of her short hair behind her ear, and then stepped back and took a long drink from her glass. Her eyes moved to Chris before following his gaze to Leon.
“Hi,” She said with cautious confusion. Like Chris, this place was her solace from the rest of the world. All the usual patrons knew about her and Jill so she never felt the risk of judgement. Leon’s presence questioned that.
“Hi,” Leon replied, his eyes innocent and deer-like and Chris supposed he probably hadn’t been around many lesbians in his life.
“This is Leon,” Jill introduced, gesturing at him, “Leon, this is my girlfriend Claire. She’s Chris’s sister.” Her hand moved over to Chris and Leon’s eyes followed it.
He nodded jerkily, a polite smile stretching up his cheeks as he glanced between them. He looked like couldn’t believe what he was experiencing right now.
Claire smiled back, confusion only dissipating slightly. She turned her attention back to Jill. “Need help with the burgers?”
“Always.” Jill put away the towel and dusted off her hands. “Chris, make sure Rhett doesn’t start trying to pour his own drinks again,” She called over her shoulder as she headed into the small kitchen in the back.
“Will do,” He called. He met Claire’s eyes again before she turned to go and for a moment she looked between him and Leon with a flicker of curiosity in her gaze before she turned and slipped through the swinging door.
Leon let out a breath through his nose, slumping as he took another drink and Chris tapped the side of his own glass. His cigarette had burned out, he snubbed it in the ashtray closest to him and thought about lighting another one.
“You from around here?” He asked to fill the silence between them. It felt opportunistic to talk to him without Jill and his sister here. Not that he could think of anything of substance to say.
“I moved here recently,” Leon said before hesitantly adding, “I’m, uh, the new deputy at the sheriffs station.”
Chris’s eyes widened, he definitely hadn’t expected that. “You’re old enough for that job?”
Leon huffed, shuffling in his seat, “I’m twenty three.” He looked Chris up and down like he was trying to figure out how old he was. Older. Quite a bit older. Then his attention flicked towards the kitchen and he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth.
Chris cursed himself for watching, for fixating on how soft and pink his lips looked. Stop, he told himself.
“Never met a lesbian before?” He asked with an amused smile. It was painfully obvious how sheltered Leon was. This bar was a whole new world to him.
Leon’s breath hitched and he paused like he couldn’t decide if he should lie or not. “No…I haven’t,” He admitted truthfully, a sense of shame lowering his posture again. It was hard growing up completely isolated from a community of people who were like you and would accept you for who you are. Chris was lucky he’d always had Claire.
Chris leaned his forearm against the bar, not missing the way Leon’s attention shifted to his bicep for a moment. “Well, you’ve met two lesbians and a gay man all in one night,” he chuckled, hoping to convey he didn’t think Leon was less than for his inexperience.
“You’re gay?” Leon blinked at him widely. He’d let go of his drink, his body turned towards Chris. There was this look of innocent hope in his eyes that made Chris's gaze soften. He wanted to feel understood and Chris might be the first person to offer him that.
Chris nodded. “Going by tonight, I’m guessing you are too?” He asked, adjusting his posture to face Leon as well. He could’ve easily shifted into the chair between them but he didn’t want to risk scaring him away.
Leon brought his hands together in his lap, scratching one thumb nail with the other. “Bi.” He sat up straighter. “I’ve just never… been with a guy, but I’ve always known.” His brows creased and then he paused at the realisation of his words, “I- I don’t know why I told you that. I’m sorry.” A flush ran up from the collar of his shirt and up his neck.
Chris gave him a smile, “it’s fine. No judgement here.” He shrugged and Leon visibly relaxed. “The guy you were meant to meet tonight…” He couldn’t think of anyone around here that Leon might have been meeting. There were only a few other queer people that Chris knew of around here and he couldn’t really picture Leon with any of them.
Leon’s reply came out rushed, “it wasn’t a date. We were meeting to have sex. He didn’t want to meet anywhere that someone might recognise him,” he admitted. He brought a hand up to rub the side of his neck awkwardly. He should’ve expected that but somehow it still took Chris by surprise.
“No offence but he sounds like a jerk,” He huffed, trying not to fixate on the ‘sex’ part but his mind betrayed him and thoughts of Leon spread out under him, a wanton look on his face, made his cock twitch.
Leon smiled sheepishly, “yeah, I guess he was. You’re right, I definitely dodged a bullet.” A weak chuckle left his lips but it was like music to Chris’s ears.
“Eh, at least you found a new bar to drink at. If you’re gonna live around here, you might as well choose the queer bar in town.”
Leon looked around the room, laughed and then asked, “This is what a queer bar looks like?”
Chris chuckled, lifting a hand to rub over the stubble along his jaw. “We’re working on it.” He picked up his pack of cigarettes and offered it to Leon, “You smoke?” He could get used to seeing Leon around here, even if he had the face of a city boy and the wardrobe of a young man who had something to prove.
Leon’s nose wrinkled and he shook his head, “No thanks.” He took hold of his glass again and swallowed the remaining liquid as Chris closed the box and set it back down, deciding not to light one up for himself since Leon seemed so put off by it.
When he turned his head again, Leon was looking at him openly. His blue eyes seemed even lighter under the bar light and his chin had a divot in it that complemented his jawline. He looked as if he’d been sculptured intentionally and Chris couldn’t help but to look back. Because he could, because Leon was very difficult to look away from. His eyes travelled over him and Chris fought the urge to twitch under his gaze. He could tell that he was taller than him, stronger with muscles more defined, but Leon wasn’t small. He had the body of a trained officer, fit, toned and agile.
Tentatively, Leon shifted to get up. “Can I sit here?” He asked, placing his hand on the back of the stool that stood between them and Chris’s mouth went dry again. He should keep his distance, for both their sakes, but right now he couldn’t think of a single reason not to say yes. A feeling stirred inside him that he hadn’t experienced for so long that it felt foreign.
“Sure.” His throat was gravelly. He took the last mouthful of his drink and nudged the glass away as Leon moved into the seat beside him and turned to look at him. Their knees brushed together and Chris didn’t miss the small, sharp intake of Leon’s breath. Chris’s skin felt hot, his dark green shirt tight on his torso.
Leon’s tongue flicked out over his lips and Chris watched the way it glistened, trying not to think about how it would feel to steal his breath away in a kiss. For a second, Leon’s gaze lowered to his lips, before shifting back up again. “Your eyes…” He said looking between them.
“Heterochromia.” He’d received comments on it all his life. The way Leon looked at him didn’t feel like a criticism.
“They’re pretty,” Leon replied and heat immediately rose up Chris’s neck. No one had ever said that before. His cheeks burned and he glanced away for a second, cursing himself for getting flustered. When he looked back, Leon was smiling at him, an honest, genuine smile. A fluttery feeling made itself known in his chest.
He cleared his throat, “thanks,” the lack of confidence in his tone noticeable. The tension in the air between them was palpable and as he shifted, his knee rubbed against Leon’s again. They both looked down, black slacks against dark, motor oil stained jeans.
Leon’s tongue flicked out over his lips again and he asked, “Do you want to smoke outside?”
It was a pivotal moment. Maybe one that Chris could’ve thought more about. “Yeah, sure.” Leon was the first to get up and standing so close to each other, Chris had been right, he was taller than Leon. Not exceedingly but noticeably taller. Just as Leon was pushing his stool in, the kitchen door swung open and Jill walked through with Claire behind her.
Claire had a beige half apron tied around her waist in preparation for the late night dinner rush. Both women looked between them and Chris faltered his words. Leon didn’t look overly flustered, his posture eager.
“We’re going out for a smoke,” Chris finally managed to push the words out. He turned as a smirk stretched over Jill’s face. He could deal with her playful chiding later, right now all he could focus on was the pulsating beat in his ears and the smell of Leon’s aftershave. He headed out of the bar with Leon hot on his heels, completely unaware that he’d left his cigarettes behind.
When they got outside, the air was warm, the summer heat muggy even though the sun had set below the horizon. Motorcycles lined each side of the entrance, bikers with worn leather jackets and loud voices getting off. They’d walk in smelling of tobacco and exhaust fumes and leave carrying the smell of burgers and beer. He walked Leon round the side of the building, away from the bikers and away from the highway.
Before he could say anything, Leon had him up against the building, lips pressing eagerly and feverishly against his own. It took him a second to adjust and then he was kissing back, hands finding their place on Leon’s hips, fingertips digging into the sides of his clean button up, before he turned them, pressing Leon against the wood panelling. The younger man gasped into the kiss and Chris took the opportunity to dip his tongue in, quickly met by Leon’s own. It was sloppy and uncoordinated, not unlike the hookups that Chris was used to, but for some reason this felt different. Kissing Leon felt addictive. He already couldn’t get enough, he pressed their bodies together and Leon’s hand moved up to cradle the back of his head, holding him as if he was scared he’d pull back. It was electrifying.
Leon’s free hand moved down his chest, feeling his toned torso through his tight shirt and maybe Chris was a little proud of wearing something that showed off his abs so well. When Leon’s hand reached his belt, his mind went blank and he forced himself to pull back.
Something akin to a whimper left Leon’s lips which were swollen and reddened from the kiss. His pupils were blown out and his cheeks pink. Chris pictured him on his knees, tongue lolled out, desperate for his cock. His cock was straining in his pants and there was a similar bulge in Leon’s slacks. “Not here.” The words came out low and husky and Leon made another noise of disapproval.
“Please.” He almost looked devastated. His hand was still on Chris’s belt, pointer and middle finger hooked through his belt loop.
“Whatever this is, you deserve better than it being behind a bar.”
Leon’s gaze softened, a bit of the desperation in them dissipating. He looked at Chris like he didn’t expect anyone to treat him like anything other than a quick hookup. And, God, Chris wanted to treat him right.
“My place is a five minute drive from here,” He said, taking a small step back. He didn’t want arousal to cloud Leon’s decision. “Or we can go back to yours.”
“Yours,” Leon replied, smoothing down the back of his hair. “Definitely yours. Mine’s still a mess from unpacking.” He chuckled. It was endearing. It made Chris’s heart throb in a way he couldn’t ignore and he couldn’t unpack that right now. Was this a good idea? It sure felt like it. Leon took a step closer again, like he could read the conflict that arose in his mind. “I want this. I want you,” He said, barely above a whisper and Chris’s barely flagging erection twitched back to life.
“Fuck,” He breathed, and Leon had the audacity to smirk.
“I’ll follow you on my bike, I don’t want to leave it here.” He stepped back and Chris followed him towards the front of the bar.
He blinked, “You ride a motorcycle?” Maybe he’d misjudged Leon. The bike was a beauty, more modern and clean than the bikes it was parked amongst but impressive none the less. He stood beside it proudly and Chris wanted more than anything to strip him down and fuck him over it. Holy fucking shit. “Impressive, huh?” Leon pressed his tongue against the inside of his cheek. “Youre a mechanic, right? Maybe you could help me with a tune-up sometime?”
Fuck. “Sure.” He watched Leon slip on his jacket and pull his helmet on. Snapping back to reality, he felt in his back pocket for his car key. He had a black Jeep Wrangler. It was, admittedly, a bit showy, especially newly cleaned but why not have the car he wanted when he worked with them for a living?
Leon glanced over at it, a low whistle leaving his lips. “Nice.”
They parted ways, Leon swinging a leg over his bike while Chris unlocked his car and started the engine. He was jittery with anticipation, his hands flexing on the wheel as he pulled out onto the highway. Leon followed behind. The five minute drive felt like an hour. He pulled into the driveway with a breath leaving his lips. He lived down the road from his workshop. The house wasn’t flashy by any means but it was convenient and he kept it tidy. Jill and Claire lived nearby too.
In a partially enclosed garage he had two vintage classics he’d collected and worked on himself and on the dead grass on the lawn was a beat up impala he was fixing up. It was an odd variety of cars but he liked them all and Claire shared that interest with him so they made good business. Leon got off his bike and removed his helmet, looking around the area as Chris got out of his car.
“Cool place,” He said and Chris laughed, slipping his keys back into his pocket.
“I try.”
They headed up the porch steps and inside where the air was slightly cooler. The interior wasn’t anything special; an open plan living room, dining room and kitchen with two doors that led to his bedroom and a bathroom. Claire kept the house they’d inherited and he’d moved into this place six or seven years ago after she and Jill started going out.
Leon slid off his jacket, hanging it over the back of one of the wooden dining chairs. He looked around the room curiously. Chris didn’t think there was much to look at, apart from some photos there wasn’t much personality to the place. He put his keys and wallet on the kitchen bench, realising he’d left his smokes and lighter in the bar. Another thing Jill would tease him about. He didn’t care in the slightest.
He met Leon halfway, watching him roll his bottom lip between his teeth. Arousal burned within him again. He brought a hand up, cradling his jaw as he ran his thumb along the slick skin and Leon tipped his head, the pull on his lip opening his mouth in a way that had Chris’s cock throbbing. He dipped his thumb in, meeting Leon’s tongue and the younger man let out a moan.
Chris’s eyes darkened, “Bedroom.” He took his hand away and guided Leon to his bedroom. Like the living room, it wasn’t anything special. The bedding was a dark blue with a grey tartan rug at the end of the bed. The black curtains were pulled away from the window to the right of his bed, the gradient pink and yellow sky being the only illuminating light in the room.
Leon didn’t waste any time as the second the door clicked shut he wrapped his arms around Chris’s neck and pulled him into a kiss. His hand was in his hair and Chris’s arms wrapped around his hips, pulling him closer. He hummed into the kiss, walking them back to the edge of the bed. Leon licked into his mouth eagerly, fingers clawing at the back of his shirt. They briefly parted for Chris to pull his shirt off and Leon to unbutton his with fumbling fingers. A low rumble of a chuckle left Chris’s lips as he helped him.
“Maybe the button up wasn’t the best idea,” He said, a small pout pushing out his lip, “don’t laugh.”
Chris smiled endearingly, helping him slip the shirt from his shoulders. “It’s cute.”
Leon’s cheeks flushed and he made a small strangled sound. His eyes trailed over Chris’s torso and he brought a hand up to skim his fingers over his defined abs. “Fuck,” He breathed and Chris put his hands on his hips again, pressing his fingers into the smooth skin. Leon had wider shoulders in comparison to his slimmer, toned waist. The hair on his chest was lighter than Chris’s and there was a pink hue over the skin where arousal made his skin blush. He ran his hands up his sides, stretching them as he ran over his ribs before letting his thumbs brush over Leon’s nipples. Leon let out a hitched gasp. “Off, need this off,” He hastily started undoing Chris’s belt and Chris helped him free it from the loops.
He unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down as Leon did the same with his slacks, underwear following. Chris just stood there for a moment, drinking him in, appreciating him and watching as Leon did the same. Leon’s cock was hard, the cut skin pinkened around his tip where the stickiness of precome glistened. Chris’s mouth watered.
“You’re so big,” Leon swallowed, eyes trained to his achingly hard cock. He reached his hand out, wrapping it around his girth and Chris hissed through his teeth. His hand was dry and slightly calloused but his touch felt so good. He stroked slowly, experimentally, watching the skin around Chris’s tip pull back, and Chris was reminded that this was the first time Leon was touching a cock other than his own. He gave a few more strokes and Chris bucked into the touch, letting Leon explore. His balls hung tightly and he gripped Leon’s waist again.
Before he let arousal take over, he guided Leon’s hand away. “What do you want? Your pace, we’ll do whatever you're comfortable with.”
Leon met his eyes again, hungry but clear-headed, “I want you to fuck me.”
“Leon–”
“Please. I need to know how it feels. I want…I want you to show me.” He placed his hands on Chris’s sternum, “I trust you.” His voice was soft and Chris could feel the sincerity that radiated off of him. He’d make sure Leon felt so good, so taken care of.
“Okay,” He agreed, “but you tell me the second you feel uncomfortable, or it hurts, or you need me to slow down. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Promise,” Leon smiled gently and it made Chris’s heart clench. Leon ran his hands up his chest and up to the sides of his neck. “Kiss me?”
Their lips met again, starting out slow before the kiss depend and turned needy. Chris pulled their bodies back together, cocks pressed against each other. Leon moaned against his lips and then tipped his head back for Chris to kiss down his jaw, nipping and sucking along his neck. His skin held a fine layer of sweat from the heat and his nails clawed at Chris’s back. Chris hoped they left a mark.
They blindly crawled onto the bed, lips meeting again feverishly. Leon swore and moaned into this kiss, more vocal than anyone Chris had ever slept with before and it fueled the fire of his arousal. If Leon was loud just from this, what would he be like when Chris was actually fucking him? He parted from the kiss to trail his lips down Leon’s chest, taking one of his nipples and flicking his tongue against. Leon’s hips bucked. He was so sensitive. He nipped at the other nipple before dropping his kisses lower and lower until his lips hovered over Leon’s cock.
“Chris,” He gasped, thighs parting wider as Chris licked from the base of his cock to the tip. He sucked lightly, swallowing his precome greedily. Spurred on by Leon’s moans, he took more of him into his mouth, bobbing his head, letting his tongue lather him with saliva until it was dripping down his balls. “Stop– I’m gonna come–” Leon cried out trembling as he tried to hold himself back.
Chris pulled off, tongue swiping over his lips as he looked at him. He was so fucked out already. Soothingly, he rubbed his thumb in circles over Leon’s hip bone. “You’re okay.” Leon’s cock twitched against his stomach, another bead of precome leaking from his tip.
Leon let out a shaky breath, swallowing thickly, “Y-yeah. Was just so good.” Chris felt a rush of pride hearing that. “I don’t think I’ll last long,” he admitted with an embarrassed smile. It was his first time like this, Chris expected he’d probably last longer than he thought.
“We’ll take it slow,” He assured, “Doesn’t matter how long you last as long as you feel good.” He put some distance between them as he reached towards his nightstand. Pulling out an unopened bottle of lube, he hesitated on the condom pack. “I’m clean. If you want to do this without a condom, I’m okay with that.”
Leon lifted onto his elbows, “I am too. Without is fine.” His eyes fell on the bottle of lube and he picked it up, inspecting it.
“Have you used lube before?” Chris asked him, shutting the drawer to sit beside him on the bed.
Leon nodded, “I’ve, uh, fingered myself before but I didn’t really know what I was doing. I think I was doing it wrong…It just felt…full?” The awkwardness in his smile was cute and Chris couldn’t wait to blow his mind.
“I’ll teach you.” He situated himself back between Leon’s legs as images of Leon fingering himself entered his mind; Confused little huffs leaving his lips as he tried to make himself feel good. “Like this or on your knees?” He asked and when Leon confirmed he wanted to be able to see him, Chris rearranged him comfortably and relished in how pliant Leon was in his touch.
He warmed the lube in his fingers. Leon was a masterpiece spread out before him, skin smooth and glistening. He trailed his fingers down his perineum and over his entrance. Leon twitched under his touch. Circling the ring, he slowly pushed one finger in. “Okay?” He got a nod in response and for a moment, Leon’s walls tightened at the intrusion before he let out a breath and relaxed into the pumps of his finger.
“‘M ready. Another.”
Chris added a second, slowing as Leon’s breath hitched. It took a minute for his muscles to relax enough for him to start pushing with more fluidity. The stickiness of his pumps sounded loud as it mixed with Leon’s breathing. Chris hooked his fingers a little, changing the angle with each thrust until Leon’s spine arched sharply.
“Oh my god.”
Pleased, Chris pushed his fingers against the spot with each thrust and Leon cried out in synchrony.
“Chris, Chris–” Leon moaned, lips parted, panting as he gripped the bed sheets so hard his knuckles turned white. He shuddered, “So good, f-feels so good.”
“You’re doing so well,” Chris praised, earning a whine in response. When Leon was ready, he said, “Gonna add a third.” Leon nodded jerkily and he pressed another finger in.
He arched again as Chris nailed his prostate with almost every thrust, trembling. His erection, which had flagged while adjusting, was fully hard and leaking again.
“Fuck me. Chris, I’m ready. Please, fuck me.”
Chris was so hard it hurt. He retracted his fingers, dousing them with more lube before stroking himself. He bucked into his own hand, hissing at the coil of pleasure. He was so turned on it was almost dizzying. “You need to tell me if it’s too much, okay?” He drizzled more lube over Leon’s hole.
“I will, I promise.” Leon panted, looking up at him. His hair was a mess and his eyes were glassy, lips bitten raw and red. He was a picture of fucking beauty.
Chris adjusted them and positioned himself at Leon’s entrance. The ring of muscle fluttered and he rubbed the head of his cock over it. When he pushed in, Leon let out a long moan, eyes rolling closed. He was so tight and wet, and Chris had to clench his teeth to stop himself from fucking straight in.
After a couple shallow thrusts with no resistance from Leon, he pushed in deeper, bringing himself further over him to look down at the pleasure over his face. “Doing so well– Fuck, Leon, you’re so tight around me,” He moaned, rolling his hips at an angle that hit Leon’s prostate.
“So good, so good,” Leon chanted, hands finding purchase on Chris’s back, the indents of his nails running along his skin, encouraging him to go harder, and Chris complied with a growl as he snapped his hips in. It was somewhat rhythmic but messy and desperate and Chris lost his composure to Leon’s sobs of pleasure, giving him exactly what he needed.
He brought his hand down, wrapping it around Leon’s cock with his thumb stroking over his glans. He was so close but he needed to bring Leon to the edge first, needed to see the ecstasy of his orgasm wash over his face and the feeling of him trembling around his cock.
Leon gasped a sob, trying to both buck into Chris’s hand and fuck himself on his cock. “Chris,” He moaned and the way it sounded from his lips made Chris groan. “I can’t– I can’t hold– I’m g-gonn– I’m coming!” He thrashed, trembling as he came, lips parted with gasping moans. He tightened around Chris’s cock and the hot, slickness of his thrusts had him falling over the edge after him. It was so good the world blacked out for a moment and he was lost in the tight, overwhelming, allconsuming pleasure. When he came down from it, Leon was slowly loosening his hold on him, hands falling to the bed with twitches in his arms from how tight he’d been holding. Moans turned to pleasured whimpers of overstimulation and Chris slowed to a stop, panting heavily.
It took them both a minute to catch their breath. Chris lowered, pressing a kiss to Leon’s jaw and Leon tipped his head, kissing him on the lips. It was slow and lazy, gentle unlike the hot desperate kisses they’d shared earlier. A small contented sigh left Leon’s nose as Chris pulled away to look at him again. “Okay?” He asked, his voice gravelly as he carefully pulled out, the sensitivity on his softening cock leaving tingles under his skin.
“Okay,” Leon replied, raw and breathy with a single laugh, “More than okay. Way more than okay.” He relaxed his limbs, his thigh muscles jittering and as Chris moved to sit up, he ran his hands over them gently. Leon let out a satisfied hum. “I feel like a noodle.”
Chris laughed, his eyes twinkling as he shook his head. A wave of happiness ran through him, warming his whole body. He reached for the box of tissues on his nightstand, pulling a couple out and wiping Leon’s release from his stomach. It wasn’t nearly enough to count as clean but they could tackle a shower later. He moved down to clean his cum that was dripping out of Leon’s hole. That was a sight. If he could get hard again he’d be solid as a rock.
Leon tilted his knees in slightly, looking embarrassed, “You don’t have to do that,” he said shyly.
“Leon, I was inside you a few minutes ago and you’re shy about me cleaning you up?” He grinned but his eyes softened, “I can stop if you don’t like it.”
“It’s intimate,” Leon mumbled, still smiling. “I don’t want you to stop.”
“It’s aftercare.” He cleaned him up as best he could and then gave himself a quick wipe. A comfortable silence had fallen between them and when Chris laid down beside him, Leon curled to put his head on his chest.
He stiffened for a second before he circled his arm around Leon’s back and drew him closer. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d held someone like this, couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt like this. Leon’s breath lightly fanned the hair on his chest and he ran his thumb down his spine soothingly.
“I didn’t know it could feel that good.” Leon said softly. Chris couldn’t agree more. He’d never come that hard in his life. “Thank you,” Leon added, tilting his head to look at him and Chris’s brows creased.
“For what?”
“For making me feel good. For taking care of me. I didn’t expect it to be like this.” He looked down, drawing aimless patterns with his pointer finger against Chris’s chest and Chris took a moment to respond, thinking over his words.
“You deserve to feel good and you deserve to be taken care of.” He tilted Leon’s chin with his finger, “Don’t let anyone treat you less.” Something akin to adoration filled Leon’s gaze and he leaned in to kiss him again. With his palm flat on Leon’s back, he melted into the kiss. He didn’t want this to end.
When Leon pulled away, his expression tightened with nervous energy. “Was this…um, a one time thing?” For a moment, Chris didn’t know what to say, he hoped not but then again, Leon’s original plan for the night was something along the lines of a simple hookup. With Leon in his arms, he didn’t want to let him go, didn’t want the monotony of his life again yet. What did Leon want out of this? Friends with benefits? A relationship?
“Do you want it to be?” He asked. It had been a few years since Chris’s last relationship and even longer since he’d felt this warm fluttering feeling of attraction. After just tonight, it was almost scary how deep that attraction already ran. But Leon was younger, there were plenty of younger guys out there who were probably better suited for him. Chris was all rough edges and calloused fingers.
Leon rolled his lips in, searched his eyes and then shook his head. “I want to see you again,” He said, “Not just for this.” Not just for sex. His throat bobbed and he looked at Chris nervously. Chris wanted to treasure him, wanted to ease away that worried frown with tenderness.
“I want that too,” Chris replied softly, hand stroking up his back again and a warm smile spread over Leon’s face.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. But I’m taking you on a better date, one that isn’t at a shitty bar.” He grinned, knuckles running down his spine, vibrating against the laugh that Leon let out.
“I think I kinda like that bar,” Leon said, his eyes glimmering, “but I’d like that.” He tilted his head to kiss him again and Chris pulled him closer, entangled their limbs and fought the smile on his face to kiss him back.