“Yes,” he admitted.
Leonidas stretched his hand, his fingertips so close to Andy’s cock, but he didn’t touch. He sat quietly with his head inclined and his stare steady on Andy.
“Would you like me to teach you?”
Andy’s chin quivered and he studied Leonidas. His dark, shiny curls, and his golden skin. The way his beanie nestled on the back of his head, barely doing anything besides look painfully cool and European.
“I thought…” Andy cleared his throat. “I thought this was a one-time thing.”
“It doesn’t need to be,” Leonidas countered, a flash of something dark flickering behind his eyes. Leonidas looked down at his hand. “It can be a two-time thing, three, maybe four.”
Leonidas looked up at Andy, his stare clouded and hazy, and Andy fought down his displeasure at any of those options. He’d been told these kinds of relationship and scenes were meant to be about trust and fear and want, and how could he trust someone knowing there was an expiration date on their relationship?
“I don’t know how that would work,” he answered honestly.
“I could show you.”
10
Leonidas
Leonidas had intendedto get to know Andy Motel, but the conversation had quickly devolved, or evolved, depending on how he wanted to look at it. He knew Andy was one of five or six, and he knew Andy was chomping at the bit to unleash this dominant version of himself that he kept bottled up inside.
Leonidas could see it. Bits and pieces and shards of that version of Andy would slip out, especially when they were being intimate, but when the lights were bright and the world was present, Andy was so much more reserved and tentative. Leonidas had dabbled and played, but he’d never found a baby dom of his own to mold and sculpt into the kind of dom he wanted to have.
And maybe the whole thing would be fruitless. They were two men passing each other, destined to end up on opposite sides of the globe with separate lives. But why couldn’t they have this now? Would it be so bad to take these moments for himself before Andy left?
Leonidas could teach Andy the things he enjoyed, and the more he thought about it, the more he really liked the idea. It was possessive and selfish, but knowing that when he and Andy parted ways, Andy would go on and do things to another man that Leonidas had showed him, that Leonidas had liked…
He’d managed to survive the rest of their picnic, learning and forgetting the names of Andy’s brothers and offering up stories about Aeliana and Penelope in trade. They’d been affectionate with each other, holding hands, and Andy’s thumb stroked across his knuckles as they leaned in and whispered things to each other that meant everything and nothing.
Leonidas knew better than to allow himself to feel the things Andy made him feel, but he couldn’t turn it off. He wanted to let all of that want and desire wash over him and drown him so when Andy left, it wouldn’t be so hard to find another man who made him feel the same.
After eating, they walked together, and Leonidas looped them back across the river toward his flat. Andy recognized the buildings as they reached his street, and his shoulders tensed. Leonidas pulled him to a stop and pressed a gentle kiss against his lips.
“There’s nothing to be nervous about,” he whispered. “It’s just you and me.”
“That’s the problem, isn’t it?”
“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.” Leonidas pushed open the door and pulled Andy backward up the stairs, holding eye contact with him the whole way. Leonidas feared if he looked away, Andy would disappear. “You said it yourself last night. There’s supposed to be limits.”
“What are they?”
Andy followed him into his flat, closing the door behind him. Leonidas pulled his wallet out of his pocket and dropped it on the counter, then kicked off his shoes and beckoned Andy toward the bed.
“We don’t do anything that doesn’t get us hard,” he answered.
“That seems like a broad reach.” Andy toed off his sneakers and followed Leonidas further into the flat.
“I know.” Leonidas stopped in the middle of the room and held his arms out. In offering. In penance. In want.
“What would you ask of me?”
Andy let out a shuddering breath, a handful of feet still between them, and Leonidas knew the answer waseverything.
“What kinds of things do you like?” Andy asked him, not moving forward.
Leonidas brought his hands in, rubbing against his stomach and raising his shirt. “I like to be worshipped.”
