He felt…lost and found all at once.
Andy was certain he was floating, like this moment didn’t exist but was also somehow every moment he’d ever lived before. And Leonidas was here, beneath him and filled with him and hard for him, and he’d saidfor now, and why couldn’t now be forever?
He kept his cock in Leonidas’s mouth as it softened, and Leonidas closed his lips around him, not sucking, just holding him. The silence between them spoke volumes, and Andy had to close his eyes because he liked being the one in the room who wasn’t crying.
The past week was painful, but he’d walked away from Leonidas in Paris and he hadn’t looked back. He’d gone back to his hotel, packed his shit up and rented a car. He hadn’t spent a second more in Paris than he needed to. Leonidas was right; he didn’t like Bordeaux, but he’d been drunk for most of the week so it was more of a dull and aching resentment that festered in his belly than a full-body visceral hate.
Andy climbed off the bed and sat on the edge, bending over and propping his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands. The adrenaline had begun to wear off and his body felt hot and cold, and he clenched his jaw together so his teeth didn’t chatter.
Behind him, the bed shifted, and he felt the heat of Leonidas’s body press against his back, the silky glide of his sweaty curls against his shoulder.
“Thiriodamasti mou,” Leonidas whispered.
“What does that mean?” he asked. “You’ve said it before.”
Leonidas kissed his shoulder blade.
“It’s not important.”
Andy looked back at him and Leonidas leaned in, stealing a kiss. Andy softened, reaching up and threading his fingers into Leonidas’s hair, hauling him closer. He could taste the musky salt of his cum in Leonidas’s mouth, and his cock twitched, alert but sated between his legs.
“Why are you here?” he asked again.
“I didn’t want to part on bad terms with you.” Leonidas kissed the edge of his jaw. “It would have been a shame for someone who makes me feel so good to be such a bad memory.”
“Oh? It was bad, was it?”
“Nothing about you was bad until you left me.”
Andy stood up and walked to the window. He was naked and the second floor wasn’t so high, so he yanked the sheer window curtain closed while he stared down at the street. It wasn’t long before Leonidas joined him, his arms wrapping around Andy’s waist and pulling their bodies together.
“Let’s eat,” Leonidas whispered, his fingers pressing roughly into Andy’s stomach. “We’ll get room service.”
“We’ll get crumbs in the bed.”
“Then we’ll sleep on the floor.”
Andy turned in place, coming as face to face with Leonidas as he could, considering their height difference. He tilted his chin and looked up. It was hard, nearly impossible, to not be completely overtaken by the beauty of the man in front of him. Leonidas was tall and strong, and his muscles were solid without being overstated. He looked wild, with his lush curls and his dark eyes, and Andy couldn’t look at him without being overwhelmed.
“This is what you were looking for.” Leonidas dragged his nose across Andy’s forehead, his smiling lips dusting over Andy’s eyes. “Travel. Wander. Eat. Fuck.”
Andy swallowed.
“Is that what it is?” he asked.
“It’s…” Leonidas pursed his lips and pressed them against the sliver of skin between Andy’s eye and his eyebrow. He mumbled something in Greek. “It’s an act of service.”
Heat unfurled in Andy’s chest, his stomach. He circled his hands around Leonidas’s wrists and held him still. Leonidas was…not wrong. Andy’s plan all along had been to get out, to see the world, to find out what it meant to live life. He’d never planned to fall in love with anyone. Hell, he’d never even really planned to fuck anyone, though Cameron had doubted that from the start.
“For now,” he repeated back Leonidas’s words from earlier.
“For now.”
And they sealed the promise with another kiss.
* * *
Leonidas held a strawberry in the air, inches away from Andy’s kiss-swollen mouth. He lowered it, and raised it, throwing his head back with a laugh when Andy unsuccessfully snapped his teeth at it.
