by Leta Blake
“Functional is good, too.” He saw the flicker of worry in Leo’s eyes, the sudden lessening arousal, and he quickly ran a hand down Leo’s side and then grasped his thick, hard cock firmly. “I am so hot for you,” Grant said, the truest thing he could think of to say at the moment. Leo’s eyes sparked again, and he reached for Grant with his AV fistula arm and pulled him down to kiss.
It was less frantic this time, a little shy, and incredibly needy, so Grant slowed it down, running his fingers through Leo’s hair, petting him, and drawing sweet little noises from his throat. Reveling in the length of Leo’s body pressed against his, he moaned. Leo’s thighs fell open and Grant rocked his hips, pressing their hard cocks together, rubbing off slowly as Grant drew the moments out long and hot.
“You need to tell me how far we’re gonna go with this today,” Grant whispered, his fingers teasing at Leo’s jawline and wondering what on earth he was doing. He’d never asked that kind of thing before; he usually just let things play out as they would, ending up with an orgasm for the most part, no matter how the details went. In bed, Grant prided himself on reading a lover’s messages.
But with Leo he had to be sure. He didn’t know why, but he didn’t trust himself. Not that he wouldn’t stop the moment Leo said no, but rather he didn’t trust himself to know the difference between Leo liking it rough and Leo not staying no when he should. He already knew Leo would take a lot, and Grant wanted it to be on the right terms. It wasn’t a good time to wing it.
“I don’t know,” Leo gasped. “I, uh –” He blushed and swallowed hard. “I’ve never liked…you know. Anal. It hurts a lot. And not in the good way.”
Grant nodded slowly, schooling his face carefully. “So, you and,” Grant was loathe to mention Curtis’s name, so he didn’t. “You two didn’t do that?” he asked. He hoped he didn’t sound disappointed, because, God…he was disappointed. Confused, even. He’d never been with anyone who’d complained, especially not anyone who enjoyed sex a little rough.
“Twice,” Leo said, and Grant could feel his heart pounding, thrumming so hard that Grant could feel it against his own chest. “I never liked it. So, we did other things, mainly. When we did things at all.”
Grant could feel Leo’s hard-on shrinking against his own, and he moved his hips a little, trying to tease it back to life.
“If you want to, though…” Leo said, his voice anxious and worried. “I mean, if you wanted to try?”
“What I want is to make you feel good. I want to see what you look like when you come. That’s what I want. Anything else isn’t important.” He slapped Leo’s hip kind of hard and said, “So show me what I want to see.”
Leo eyes went dark and his cock fattened up again immediately.
Grant kissed Leo’s mouth, and then ducked down, bypassing Leo’s nipples, saving them for later, eager to get what he most wanted in his mouth. He grasped Leo’s hips in both hands, holding him down against the bed as he sucked Leo’s cock into his mouth, hard and fast. He wrapped his hand around the base, jerking in rhythm. Leo squirmed and groaned, until Grant pulled off with a pop.
Still moving his hand on Leo’s cock, all sloppy and wet with spit, he bit down on the tendon where Leo’s leg joined his groin. Leo jerked, laughing and yelping at once. Grant bit his way over Leo’s inner thighs and then nipped softly at Leo’s ballsack. Leo shuddered and twisted away from Grant, flopping over onto his stomach, but Grant kept hold of Leo’s cock, squeezing and jerking it as Leo writhed. Leo gripped the pillow and arched his back, lifting his ass perfectly as Grant bit at the back of his thighs.
Taking the position as an invitation, Grant pulled Leo’s ass cheeks apart and dove in, his tongue pressing against Leo’s asshole.
Leo yelped in shock, and then scrambled a little, but Grant held him fast. Grant’s tongue flicked at Leo’s hole, feeling it grip and spasm against his mouth. Leo whimpered, whined, and twisted against Grant’s grip desperately, but Grant held on. Leo shook hard and chill bumps rose up on his ass, as he released all sorts of wild sounds.
Grant pulled his tongue back and lifted up a little, using Leo’s flailing movements to position his body the way he wanted. He pushed Leo’s thighs up and apart, holding him open and vulnerable. He bit his ass cheeks and slapped them gently before diving in again to suck, lick, and gnaw at Leo’s asshole. Every squirm and surprised yelp left his own cock convulsing and leaking pre-come. Soon, a relentless tremor took over Leo’s whole body.
Grant knew the moment had come. Leo went very still instead of moving and twisting, and he ducked his head into the pillow, muffling his own breath as he tensed all over. Part of Grant wanted to make Leo come like this, to reach between his legs and jerk him while eating his ass until he spilled everywhere, but more than that, he wanted to see Leo come.
Grant pulled away, holding back his laughter at Leo’s frustrated whine, and urged Leo to flip over. Leo’s face was astounding. His cheeks were flushed and his gray eyes open. His expression was wrecked, vulnerable, and hot. The definition of defenseless.
“I want to see you come now,” Grant said, and his voice sounded thick to his own ears.
“Yeah, okay,” Leo said. “I need to. So much.”
“I know. If it’s okay, I’m going to put these inside,” Grant said, holding up two fingers and then slicking them with spit. “And I’m going to make you come.”
Leo nodded wordlessly, his eyes glassy and huge, and when Grant tapped against Leo’s slick, worked-over asshole, his fingers sank in easily, just as he’d known they would. He smiled at Leo’s surprised gasp.
Leo’s steel-hard cock jerked, so on edge and ready to come for him.
“Please,” Leo murmured, moving on Grant’s fingers experimentally, and then groaning, obviously loving it. “Oh, God, it’s been so long. Please.”
“It’s okay. I’ve got you,” Grant murmured. “Just a little longer.”
He wanted to make it last, wanted to see Leo squirming on his fingers for at least the next three days of his life, but it wasn’t meant to be. Leo grabbed Grant’s free hand, forced it to grip Leo’s cock, and showed him the pace he liked. Then, as soon as Grant was jerking him at the rate he needed, Leo gave himself over to the pleasure. He clawed at the sheets as his face crumpled, and his body drew up on itself.
“Please, bite me,” Leo whimpered.
Grant took some of Leo’s inner thigh flesh into his mouth and bit down hard. Leo froze under him, seemed to struggle for a moment, and then Grant felt the tell-tale rhythmic clench around his fingers. Leo shouted as he came, shooting up onto his chest, hitting his own chin and even the wooden headboard, with seemingly endless, thick spurts.
Leo shuddered for a long time, whimpering and gasping. Grant left his fingers lodged in Leo’s ass until he’d calmed down. He ran his other hand over Leo’s stomach, down his side, and then up to wipe the come from Leo’s chin. As Leo watched with wide eyes, Grant raised his jizz-covered hand to lick his fingers. His own cock ached. He was so hard he felt like he was going to lose his mind. But this was Leo’s moment, his time, and Grant wanted him to feel as good as possible right now.
He slowly withdrew his fingers from Leo’s ass and turned to get something to clean up when Leo surprised him. He sat up quickly, pushed Grant down, and enthusiastically held him against the mattress with the weight of his body. Leo’s eyes were still hot, but less shocked, more challenging as he murmured, “That was great, but I think you forgot something.”
“I—uh, yeah?” Grant swallowed hard.
“Oh, yeah,” Leo said. “Definitely forgot the most important part.”
“Oh,” Grant said, his cock flexing against his stomach, and his balls drawing up tight.
“You forgot how much I want to have you inside me,” Leo said, and Grant thought he’d lost his mind for a second, until Leo’s mouth suddenly descended onto his cock, and, holy fuck, he was good at this, really damn good.
Grant’s head fell to the pillow and he gripped Leo’
s hair in his fist. He didn’t pull Leo down on his cock or hold him in place. Instead he let Leo do his work and simply felt him there, under his command.
Quickly, Grant’s legs drew up, his knees spreading, his stomach tensing, and his heart thudding so hard that the only thing he could hear over it were his own groans. And then, God, Leo made a deep sucking noise, and Grant’s cock lodged deep in Leo’s throat.
Grant pulled Leo’s hair and came like the world was collapsing in on the bed. The orgasm was almost as harsh as it was sweet, and he jerked and trembled for long, powerful seconds after. His whole body twitched wildly, until Leo’s voice brought him down.
“That was amazing.”
Grant groaned and shivered again.
Leo grinned; his mouth still looked wet and bruised from their kisses and the blow job. “I left you speechless? Not gonna say anything about your own greatness in bed?” Leo teased.
“What’s to say? I just showed you.”
Leo collapsed against Grant’s chest, his body sweaty and heaving, out of breath from his efforts. Grant held him there, thinking about how long it’d been since he’d felt this content, and coming to the conclusion that it was never. Never. Not even once.
“I liked it,” Leo said, softly, as though a little embarrassed.
“I know,” Grant said.
Leo batted at him and said, “I mean…your fingers. I liked that. I’ve never enjoyed it before.”
“Well, there’s an art to it,” Grant said.
“Yeah?”
“It’s called getting someone really turned on and then really wet and slippery down there. It’s pretty simple, really.”
Leo twisted and sighed as though both wanting to talk about it and not.
“Didn’t you do it to yourself, ever?” Grant asked.
“I did. I do. I just…I don’t know. I’d get tense, I guess, when I was with Curtis,” Leo said, sounding guilty.
Grant said nothing as he stroked Leo’s hair and willed him to drop the subject. He didn’t want to talk about Curtis Banks every time they fucked. Or didn’t fuck. As the case may be.
“I, uh, also like it when you, um,” Leo laughed. “When you bite me. Or slap my ass. I don’t know. Is that…don’t you think that’s a little—”
“Hot. It’s hot. I like it. You like it. That’s all there is to it.”
“Okay,” Leo said, and his relief was so obvious that Grant kissed the top of his head. Leo nuzzled Grant’s neck. “I’m thirsty,” he said. “I need to get some water.”
Grant watched him get up, admiring his body as he walked, the fuzzy hair on his ass, the length of his legs, the way his shoulders tapered up to his neck. Leo paused in the doorway to the living room.
“Hey,” Leo said.
“Mmm?”
Leo smiled fondly. “I, uh, well…how can I put this so that you’ll understand?”
Grant waited.
“Grant, I like you better than bacon.”
Grant laughed and Leo grinned, his eyes lighting up as he turned to go into the living room.
Grant called out, “Leo, wait.”
“Yeah?”
Grant sat up, narrowed his eyes, and said seriously, “The feeling is mutual. But, don’t tell bacon.”
“Never,” Leo said, beaming. “Do you want some water, too?”
“Sure,” Grant answered, suddenly exhausted. He slumped down onto the bed. “Absolutely.”
But he was asleep before the water came, and when he woke up Leo was gone.
There was just a note that read: Seriously. Better than bacon. <3 Leo.
Chapter Eleven
Seven Months Ago
A month after the first time they’d played orgasm-friends together, Grant was coasting along, finding the ebb and flow of their relationship much more sanguine than he’d ever imagined.
Grant texted with Leo off and on every day, spoke to him at night if he hadn’t seen him, and had sex with him as often as he could justify. The cog in that particular work was not the kid, which would have been Grant’s original assumption. No, Lucky was asleep like clockwork by eight-thirty pm, and she slept more soundly than a patient under anesthesia.
Nor was the problem lack of desire. Grant couldn’t ever remember being anywhere near as hot for another guy as he was for Leo. Grant wanted Leo all the time. He wanted to see him with his head back, his mouth open, and come splashing over his chest more then he wanted anything else in life, and that was saying something so huge that if Grant really thought about it a massive hole of terror opened up under his feet.
And it was obvious that Leo was on fire for Grant, too. It’d surprised and delighted Grant to discover that Leo was far kinkier than he would have ever expected from someone who usually projected such a wholesome image. He secretly gloated over the fact that it’d surprised Leo, too, and he reveled in the knowledge that a certain ex had never discovered that Leo had a thing for pain.
As much as Leo liked sappy stuff like candlelit dinners and walks out by the farm’s pond holding hands, those things didn’t turn Leo on even a fraction as much as when Grant forcefully demanded, “Get on your knees and suck me.” Grant was half convinced that if Leo was asked what turned him on more, having Grant’s mouth wrapped around his own cock or being ordered to suck Grant’s cock, Leo would pick the latter.
No, the issue with sex was that Leo was still a sick man, and he had days of extreme fatigue and physical discomfort. On those days Grant usually brought take-out to the farm and helped get Lucky into bed. Sometimes he’d fall asleep sitting up on the farm’s old, comfy living room sofa, holding Leo’s feet on his lap, and wake up the next morning tucked up in a blanket with a soft pillow under his head.
Alec, of course, had to have his say, and he gloated so much about Grant and Leo’s whatever-they-had-going that Grant had threatened to stop taking his phone calls.
“Admit it,” Alec said. “You like it.”
“I’m not denying it.”
And, yeah, Grant liked it all. He never imagined that he could ever be the kind of man who would walk into the Wal-Mart for a few frozen dinners and leave with an Encyclopedia of the Human Body for Kids tucked under his arm because he’d walked past it on a display shelf and remembered Lucky asking him how kidneys worked.
He liked Leo’s laugh, the way he smelled, the way he tasted, and the way he talked. Leo was, in so many ways, an endless mystery to Grant.
For one thing, Leo was a bundle of emotion that Grant didn’t understand. He was warm and affectionate but also unpredictable. He was at turns playful, strong and determined, manipulative when he needed to be, and incredibly purposeful, and then he’d turn around and be timid, uncertain, and oversensitive. Their tender moments together, when Leo was so earnestly open and warm, Grant sometimes had a hard time believing that it was all for real. But it was; it was always real with Leo.
Grant also learned to like Leo’s extended family, especially when they left him alone at the corner of the crowded table, stuffing his face with good food. In the sprawling clan of Garner cousins, there was always someone who was in love, or brokenhearted, or angry, or doing drugs, or having illegitimate babies, or getting caught in affairs or other unsavory activities. Or, as in Leo’s case, someone who was sick.
One night, after an accidental family dinner at the farm—Grant had come over expecting Leo and Lucky to be alone, only to find Blaine, Felice, Meryl, Chuck, and four other people that Grant couldn’t remember the names of despite seeing them around town for years—Leo asked, “So, did you learn anything interesting?”
“Yeah, I learned that chances are good you’re going to look exactly like your mother in twenty years.”
“Twenty years?” Leo asked. “Are you planning to be around in twenty years to see it?”
“Well, why play small?”
That night Grant had the honor of receiving Leo Garner’s tongue in his ass, and while it seemed like it was probably the first time Leo had ever attempted such a thing,
it was an incredibly rewarding experience, and Grant desperately wanted it to happen again. Soon.
Sitting alone in the cafeteria, pretending to read a newspaper, and shoveling green beans and mashed potatoes into his mouth, Grant made mental plans on how, exactly, to get Leo’s tongue down there again. He alternated between going with a command—“Lick my hole”—and going with a reward approach—“I’ll lick your ass if you lick my ass.” He was sure either one would work. It was just that the commanding approach would probably make Leo so hot that he’d be extra enthusiastic in carrying out the order, but the reward approach would reap Leo’s bashful, sexy smile that made Grant’s cock jerk just thinking about it.
His mind was lingering on such thoughts when, from the other side of the newspaper, he heard Leo’s voice say, “Yeah, Grant’s pretty amazing once you get to know him.”
He opened his mouth to agree, but it was full. In the time it took for him to swallow, though, he changed his mind about announcing himself.
It wasn’t as though Grant planned to listen to the conversation between Leo and his friends. It was just so…easy. After all, he was the one who was eating in the hospital cafeteria first. Was it his fault that they hadn’t seen him behind the newspaper, or that he’d only just realized they were even there? He peeked around the corner of his paper to see whom Leo was talking to.
“Do not even begin to tell any sex stories about him,” said Riley McCall, a friend of Leo’s from high school who was currently working in radiology. At least he thought that’s what Leo had said when he’d introduced Grant to his friends last week. Grant was just impressed with himself for remembering the guy’s name. “I don’t even want to know.”
Ellen, a peds nurse and Riley’s girlfriend from what Grant recalled, said, “Look at that smug smile, Riley. He’s the cat who ate the cream.”
“Got the cream!” Riley said, horrified. “That innuendo is gross enough without you making it worse. I’m telling you now, man, if you spill about the sex stuff, I’m so outta here, and I won’t babysit for Lucky anymore, no matter how bad you beg.”
