“I didn’t ask for one.”
“Didn’t you?” Leonidas squinted and stepped to the side, gesturing toward the rumpled bed with the nearly empty bottle of wine.
Andy gave himself one second to think about how he shouldn’t go into the room, then he stepped into the room. Leonidas pressed in close, reaching over Andy’s shoulder to push the door closed. His breath was hot against Andy’s cheek, smelling sweet like the wine and a little sour from sleep.
Andy closed his eyes and made a fist around the key Leonidas had not taken from him. He shoved his hands into his pockets. He leaned against the door and watched as Leonidas took a drink from the bottle of wine, set it on the nightstand, and tumbled back into bed.
Leonidas rolled onto his side, a pair of sleep pants scrunched low around his hips. His bare chest was on display, the thick, familiar patchwork of dark curls covering his sternum. He rubbed a hand across himself absentmindedly, then let his eyes fall closed, a small smile on his lips.
“Psichi mou,” Leonidas whispered, “come to bed with me.”
“What does that mean?”
“Come to bed,” Leonidas repeated.
“I heard that part,” he muttered.
Leonidas stretched his legs out and kicked the sheets down.
“Andy.” He opened his eyes and they were far too bright for the late hour. The intensity of his stare pinned Andy to the spot. “You look tired. Come to bed and let’s sleep, because you’re not the only one.”
He wasn’t wrong.
Andy was tired down to his bones, and he kicked off his shoes and pulled off his shirt. He shoved his pants down to his ankles and stepped out of them before he reached the bed. Before he could think better of it, he crawled into the empty space, let Leonidas wrap his arms around him, and fell asleep.
* * *
Andy woke up sticky and warm with a hard cock pressed between his ass cheeks. The pillow smelled like hotel soap and oranges, and he rolled over, tucking his face against Leonidas’s bare chest. Arms wrapped around him, pulling him close, and the hard cock now pressed against his hip.
“If I asked you to just turn off your brain for ten minutes, could you do it?” Leonidas whispered against his forehead. His lips were warm and damp from his tongue.
“You only need ten minutes?” Andy tilted his head back and looked up at Leonidas’s face.
“I just need this moment.” Leonidas dipped his chin and rubbed the tips of their noses together.
There it was again.
Now.
This moment.
This time.
This place.
Whatever variation of the segmented parts of himself Leonidas was willing to offer, wasn’t something Andy could live with, not even for a second. It pained him, but he pulled his lips between his teeth and bit down hard to stop himself from kissing the man, and he forced himself out of bed. In only his underwear, his cock matched Leonidas for its hardness, and he adjusted himself with a frown.
Leonidas’s stare lingered on the bulge straining between Andy’s legs, and he grabbed his jeans off the ground, pulling them on to cover himself from Leonidas’s watchful gaze.
“I don’t wantamoment,” he said, reaching for his shirt. “I want all of them.”
Leonidas scrambled out of bed, boxing Andy in against the wall. His chest heaved and Andy folded his hands together so he didn’t touch.
“I don’t have a return ticket booked,” Leonidas rushed out. He reached forward and tipped Andy’s chin up. Andy held his expression tight in defiance, his jaw clenched and sore from the stress of it. “This moment could last awhile.”
“How long is awhile?” Andy asked, cursing himself for caring.
“I don’t have an answer.” Leonidas pressed close again, his body invading Andy’s space like he deserved it.
