by K. C. Wells
Leo’s question broke through his thoughts. Alex pondered on just how much of his thought processes he should share. “I was just thinking it’s been a lovely evening,” he said. That at least was true.
Leo nodded, picking up his cup to drink the last mouthful of coffee. “Which leads me nicely to my next question.”
Alex tensed instantly, unsure of what was coming.
“Want to do this again?”
The tension seeped from him, and his answer came more readily this time. “I’d like that.” He caught Leo’s wide smile of approval. Christ, the man was beautiful when he smiled. It lit up his whole face. More than anything, Alex liked that he’d put that smile there.
“Want to let me decide where we go?” Leo asked.
Alex nodded fervently. God, yes.
“Okay then, I’ll book us a table for your day off next week, that all right?”
More fervent nods. Alex might just as well have worn a sign saying “Make decisions for me and I’ll agree to anything you say.” Leo’s grin increased, as if he knew exactly what Alex was thinking. Alex sighed. Knowing Leo, even after this relatively short time, he could almost believe that.
Leo glanced at his watch. “Shall we go? I’ll take you back into Manchester.”
Surprised, Alex found himself nodding automatically. Well, fuck me…. It really had been just dinner.
Leo went to pay the bill, and Alex walked to the Mazda in the car park. The sky had darkened, but there was still enough light to see. He heard Leo’s footsteps behind him and smiled as Leo eased his way in front of Alex to open the passenger door for him. I could get used to this….
The twenty minutes or so of drive time were passed in a comfortable silence, but Alex’s thoughts had taken a new direction. Dinner dates were all well and good, but at some point, Leo would want more. Apprehension gripped Alex as several questions flitted through his brain, all at the same time. How soon would that time come? If he were totally honest, the thought of having sex with Leo was always there at the back of his mind. Would Alex like it? All he had to go on were the videos he’d watched on the Internet. What if I suck at it? I might be really bad in bed.
Another thought occurred to him. Why hadn’t Leo made a move on him? He thought back on the evening. Had there been any sign Leo was interested in him that way? Maybe he had problems… functioning. Anything was possible. Round and round went his thoughts, like a hamster on a wheel. Was Leo playing with him? Toying with him? Maybe Leo wouldn’t want sex at all. Maybe….
Alex fought to quell the rising tide of questions and insecurities pushing him along, dragging him relentlessly toward the rocks. This much he knew for certain: he wanted another date with the man.
With a shock, Alex realized the car had stopped. He looked around. They were parked in the quiet little street behind the restaurant. He could hear a faint chatter of voices from the kitchen. It was a hot night, and the back door was open.
Leo turned off the engine. “Here we are, then.” The words floated out on the still evening air.
“Thank you, Leo,” Alex murmured. “I’ve had a lovely evening.”
It was dark in the car, but he didn’t need light to see Leo’s smile. He heard it in his voice. “It was my pleasure, Alex.” There was a pause. “I want… I want to kiss you good night.”
It wasn’t a question. Fuck, the man learned fast. Alex’s heart beat faster. Why the fuck was he so scared of a kiss? Because he was scared, no doubt about it. But he couldn’t bring himself to say no. Instead, he gave the tiniest of nods.
He heard the click as Leo freed his seat belt, and abruptly Leo was cupping his cheek with one hand. The kiss was chaste, nothing more than a soft brushing of lips, but Alex trembled. Oh….
Leo leaned back, a brief sigh escaping his parted lips. He’d liked it. The thought made Alex warm inside.
“Good night, Alex. I’ll see you again soon,” Leo promised.
Alex opened the car door and unfolded himself from the seat. Closing the door, he stepped back as Leo turned over the engine. With a wave of his hand, Leo pulled out and moved off, Alex watching his departure, his heartbeat returning to normal. He reached up to touch his lips, the kiss imprinted in his memory. His first kiss….
EmmyBabe: How did the date go?
MaybeGay: Good. Yeah, it was good.
EmmyBabe: Did he cop a feel at the end?
MaybeGay: Em!
EmmyBabe: Only asking!
MaybeGay: As a matter of fact, he didn’t.
EmmyBabe: Oh…. You sure he’s gay?
MaybeGay: *chuckles* Trust me, he’s gay.
EmmyBabe: Oooo! Tell! Tell!
MaybeGay: He kissed me—just a little one.
EmmyBabe: *punches the air* Yay! *sings* Al-ex had his first kiss!
Alex laughed quietly.
EmmyBabe: Important question: is there going to be a second date?
MaybeGay: Yes.
EmmyBabe: *punches air again* Score 2!
Alex thought about that fleeting kiss for a moment. Something occurred to him.
MaybeGay: Em, why d’you think he’s taking it so slow with me?
EmmyBabe: What, did u want him to fuck on the first date?????
MaybeGay: Shit, no! Hell, no! And just… no!
EmmyBabe: Well then, what’s the problem? Maybe he just wants to take his time?
MaybeGay: Yeah, possibly, or maybe he’s changed his mind, now he’s seen me on a date. I mean… why does he want to be with *me*?
He waited for a second or two before the reply came through.
EmmyBabe: Sweetie, why would anyone *not* want to be with you? You’re gorgeous! Sexy! Fit!
MaybeGay: And you’re biased!
EmmyBabe: Nah, I just love you. And he’s *damned* lucky to be dating you!
That made him smile. God bless Em, she knew what to say every time.
MaybeGay: Can’t wait for the second date now.
EmmyBabe: Just make sure u tell me all about it, OK?
MaybeGay: You’re on… well, maybe not *all* of it. LOL
Alex signed off, shut down the laptop, switched off his bedside lamp, and pulled the cotton sheet over him. The night was far too humid for his duvet. In the darkness, his mind focused on the memory of soft, warm lips, and on the hope of more kisses to come.
“ANOTHER date with Alex tonight?” Thomas asked with a smile.
Leo nodded. “Do you think a second date is too early to take him somewhere more romantic?”
Thomas’s smile grew exponentially. “I think that’s a great idea. Anywhere particular in mind?”
Leo thought for a moment. “Maybe Olivo’s?” The intimate bistro was not far from the club, but there was no way Leo was bringing Alex anywhere near there. “The atmosphere’s great: candles, Mediterranean food, cute foreign waiters….” He grinned at that last part. “But I think he’ll like it.”
“Do you think you’ll bring him here soon?”
“Christ, no!” Leo’s reply was swift. Thomas blinked. “Not yet,” Leo hastened to add. “I think seeing this place—and learning what I do here—would scare Alex off for good.”
There was a discreet cough from the doorway. Leo looked up and made an effort to hold back a sigh. A young man in his early twenties was standing there, his eyes fixed on Leo. Thomas might as well not have been there for all the attention the sub paid him. That pissed Leo off. Thomas deserved respect too. “Can we help you, Dorian?” Leo asked patiently.
Dorian smiled sweetly and then lowered his gaze. “Master Leo, you’re wanted in the group room.” His voice was low and musical.
Leo looked at his watch and frowned.
Thomas touched Leo’s arm lightly. “I’ll deal with this. It’s your day off, Leo. Go and enjoy your date.”
Leo gave Thomas a grateful nod and Dorian a fleeting tight smile as he passed him. Behind him, he heard Thomas speaking in a low voice with Dorian. That boy had better not still be asking if Leo would take him on. Leo shook his
head. Dorian had yet to find any Dom who’d take him on. He’d done scenes with most of them at one time or another, and already had quite the reputation for being a pain slut.
Right now, though, Leo had more important things to think about.
NOW this was a totally different kind of date.
Alex glanced around, taking in the tables for two with candles flickering on each one and the unobtrusive music. The whole atmosphere was geared toward intimacy, and there were a few couples sitting around the bistro. He and Leo were the only same-sex couple there, but no one seemed to notice. Leo sat opposite him, and Alex knew without looking he was watching him. The meal had been perfect, although Alex was already regretting the wine, which had gone straight to his head. It had, however, made for a more relaxed conversation. They’d discussed films, music, books. Alex noticed they’d both steered clear of more personal topics.
He looked around once more at the intimate little bistro and had to wonder. Leo was going to all this trouble to be with him, but what did he see in him?
Not for the first time, his mind returned to that brief kiss of the previous week. Except now, Alex wanted more. Even though the thought scared the shit out him, part of him wanted Leo to get a move on and take things further. And that thought went straight to his cock.
“How was dinner?”
Alex came back to earth. Leo was speaking to him. “Dinner was delicious,” he said, trying to ignore his aching dick. He picked up his glass to finish the remaining drops of wine, aware of Leo’s amused expression. Yeah, Leo already knew what effect alcohol had on him….
Leo looked pleased with his reply.
Alex glanced at his watch. It was only 9:00 p.m. He didn’t want the evening to end.
Leo saw his glance. “Do you want to go?”
Alex raised his head, and something must have shown in his expression, because Leo’s manner changed. He appeared to be pondering something. Alex waited, unwilling to say anything.
Finally, Leo spoke. “We could always head back into Manchester and find somewhere else, if you don’t want to go home just yet. A bar, maybe?”
Was he that easy to read? No, maybe Leo was just good at reading people. Alex gave Leo a grateful look. “That would be good, yeah,” he admitted.
Leo looked across at the waiter, catching his eye. As he paid for the meal, Alex took the opportunity to observe without being observed. Leo’s white shirt showed off the creaminess of his skin, and Alex’s eyes were drawn to that luscious mouth. Christ, what he’d give to have that mouth on him….
“You’re staring at my mouth.”
Alex dropped his gaze immediately, and Leo made a small noise of discontent.
“It’s okay, Alex. I liked it.”
Alex heard the approval in his tone. Leo likes me looking at him. Good to know.
“Come on, let’s go.”
They left the bistro for the car park out back. Leo’s Mazda was one of only three cars in it, and no other people were around. When they reached the car, Leo pushed Alex forcefully back against it, his lean, hard body covering him.
The sudden move shocked Alex, momentarily stealing his breath, but when Leo’s lips met his, Alex found himself responding with a lot less hesitation than previously. The alcohol in his system may have had something to do with it, but all the same, his knees shook as Leo took his mouth in one leisurely kiss after another. Fuck, more! Alex wanted Leo to take hold of his hair and pull him in for a kiss that forced their mouths together in a collision of lips and tongues. There was no way on this planet Alex was about to ask for what he really wanted, but fuck, Leo’s kisses were driving him insane.
He leaned in, aching for more, whimpering as Leo pulled away. But then Leo pushed himself against Alex once more, and oh my God, that was Leo’s erect cock pressing against his hip. Alex’s lips parted, and he couldn’t hold back the noises slipping from him, noises that made Leo murmur in approval against his lips. Alex had never been so fucking hard in his whole life, and he never wanted this to end.
His world came to a shuddering stop as Leo’s hand slipped down to the waistband of his jeans, popped the button free, and slid inside, long fingers reaching his bare cock and moving over the head. Oh my fucking God! Why the fuck had he gone commando? Alex was reeling from the shock and started to make noises of protest, even as that hand stroked the shaft of steel pressing painfully against his zipper. Christ, if he thought he’d been hard before….
“Do you want me to stop?” Leo murmured against his mouth.
Alex didn’t know how to answer. That slow motion over his cock was robbing him of all coherent thought. He couldn’t tell Leo no, not when Leo was making low moans of pleasure. Alex’s eyes rolled back into his head. Oh, please, God, don’t let him stop.
“Do you like it?” Leo’s voice was husky as he slid down to kiss Alex’s throat.
Alex swallowed, his eyes closing as soft lips pressed against his skin, Leo’s warm breath caressing him. “Yes,” he whispered, helpless to say more as Leo’s slim fingers wrapped around his length, sliding up and down, the motion restricted by the tightness of the denim encasing him. Alex tried to feel some shame that he was in a car park, pinned against a Mazda, his cock being expertly stroked while firm lips pressed against his neck. Oh fuck it, shame would have to wait. This was too fucking good.
“Do you want more?” Leo was whispering against his ear now. “Not here, though. Somewhere more private?” There was a pause. “My apartment?”
Alex hesitated and then nodded. Leo’s murmur of approval flowed through him, but Alex was unable to hold back his groan of discontent when Leo removed his hand.
“Don’t worry, boy,” Leo murmured. “We’re not done yet. Get into the car.”
Alex found himself responding to the authoritative tone in Leo’s voice without thinking. He clambered into the car, strapped himself in, and edged his hand lower to adjust his aching cock.
“Don’t.” Leo’s command stopped him in midmovement. There was a sharpness to his voice. “That’s all mine tonight, Alex.” His tone made it clear this wasn’t a request; he expected Alex to obey.
Alex’s breath caught in his throat. It was as if Leo had climbed into his head and read his thoughts. How the fuck could Leo know him so intimately, to come out with such a thing? Nevertheless, he strayed no further. Instead, he fixed on one word: boy. It should have come across as condescension, but inexplicably, it hadn’t. If anything, Alex found it incredibly hot that Leo had taken control in an instant. There was a feeling of so much power in that one little word. And Alex found himself responding to that power, that confidence. Did he like Leo calling him his boy? No… he fucking loved it.
The ten-minute journey was agony. Alex was in chaos. His thoughts raced ahead to what was in store for him once they got to the apartment. What would Leo want to do to him? Oh Christ… would he fuck him? His hole clenched as he contemplated the possibility, and he shuddered uncontrollably.
“Alex.” Leo’s deep voice rang out, and Alex stilled immediately. “Relax, boy. I’m not going to fuck you tonight.”
A wave of relief surged through Alex, and he let out a long, shuddering breath, although a tiny part of him felt a momentary stab of disappointment.
“That’s it,” Leo said, his voice brimming with approval. “Take some deep breaths.” Alex did as instructed, becoming calmer and more in control. “Good boy,” Leo murmured approvingly.
Alex shivered. That word—why did it have such an effect on him? He was at a loss to explain it. He only knew that it felt so right.
Leo swung the car into a parking space and switched off the engine. He turned to face Alex, and Alex caught his breath. Their eyes met, just for a second, and Alex was floored by the heat in Leo’s expression.
“Get out of the car, Alex.”
There was a sense of urgency in Leo’s voice, one which Alex found himself responding to with alacrity. Hurriedly, he slipped the seat belt free and climbed out, hardly taking in his sur
roundings as he followed Leo the few short steps toward the apartment block. He trembled as Leo took his hand, pulled him through the main door of the building, and propelled him into the elevator. Once the doors slid shut, Leo’s mouth was on his and Alex was pushed against the back wall, Leo’s hard shaft once more thrusting insistently against his hip, a tangible reminder of Leo’s arousal.
“Want you,” Leo murmured against his mouth, grinding his hard cock against Alex’s rock-hard shaft. Alex let out a low, plaintive cry. “Want you naked in my bed, boy.”
Fuck…. Alex had never been so horny. But now his nerves came into play. He tensed up at the thought of being naked, Leo touching him, caressing him. And yet his hole contracted even as he shivered.
The lift came to a stop, and the doors slid open. Leo held out a hand, his eyes fixed on Alex. Alex could hardly breathe, his heart started to beat faster, his breath hitched…. And still Leo held out that hand. Slowly, Alex reached out, and Leo grasped his hand tightly, pulling him inexorably toward the apartment door.
“Come with me.”
Stumbling slightly, Alex allowed himself to be pulled through the now open door, unable to tear his eyes away from the tall figure who led him through a darkened apartment into a room, which turned out to be Leo’s bedroom. Oh fuck. This was really going to happen.
Alex trembled with anticipation and nervous tension as Leo clicked on a lamp beside the wide bed. Leo walked toward him, and Alex held his breath as Leo took his mouth in an all-consuming kiss, tongue sliding between his parted lips while insistent hands moved in a leisurely manner down his back to cup his ass, pulling him tightly against Leo’s groin. Just how big was the man’s cock, anyway? Strong fingers pulled at his shirt, sliding it over his shoulders, freeing his arms. Alex reeled at the heady feeling as he was undressed for the first time. As each item of clothing was removed, Alex’s nervousness increased exponentially.
“My God, you’re beautiful,” Leo breathed, and Alex’s breath caught in his throat. Leo slowly unbuttoned his white shirt, his eyes never leaving Alex as he finally dropped it onto the floor. Alex’s eyes roamed over the expanse of creamy flesh, the firm pecs, tight nipples, and those abs that rippled as Leo moved sinuously. Leo thought he was beautiful?
