“I think you’ve had all the moments I can spare,” he admitted.
Leonidas bracketed his hands around Andy’s waist, using him as a support, then lowered himself down to his knees. He leaned his head down, resting his forehead against Andy’s thigh. His fingers still gouged deep into Andy’s waist, and Andy grabbed him by the wrists, half holding him steady, half pushing him harder against the ground. A soft whimper slipped out of Leonidas’s mouth.
“I missed you.”
“Me or this?” Andy questioned, his nails digging into the underside of Leonidas’s wrists.
“Isn’t it the same thing?”
“Why are you really here?” Andy asked, his brain still clearing from the best night’s sleep he’d had in weeks.
“I went back to Greece afterward,” Leonidas said, and Andy stared down at the tangled curls on top of his head. “I was distracted.”
Andy leaned back against the wall, his head thumping hard against it. He dropped his hands to his sides, leaving Leonidas unbridled.
“I couldn’t stop thinking about this.” Leonidas nuzzled against the fly of his pants.
“It was just a moment,” Andy reminded him, the familiar dislike of the word rising in his throat.
“A series of moments.” Leonidas rubbed his cheek against the rough denim of Andy’s slim cut jeans and blinked up at him with hooded eyes. “A chain reaction of events.”
“When I met you, I appreciated this romantic whateverness you have about life, but now I don’t think I do.”
“I’m here,” Leonidas countered, his voice a little sharp. “I’m here because I can’t stop thinking about you and the way I feel when I’m with you, and I packed that godawful bowl we made when we both just wanted to fuck, and I carried it to Spain and back to Greece and then America, and I’m on my knees for you, Andrew Motel. Can’t that be enough for now?”
Before his father died, Andy had been a scheduler. He didn’t know if he got it from his dad or from Charlie, or if it was the nature of the personality required to do his job, but he struggled with the idea of leaving the future to chance. Traveling had been as adventurous as he’d felt comfortable managing, and he’d been fine because he had always known what the next step was going to be.
Bali to Tokyo to Berlin to Prague.
France.
France.
France.
America.
If Leonidas had showed up before he’d had to pull himself together and pack the memories the two of them had shared away, things might have been different. Maybe he wouldn’t have felt the way he did, like his chest was being split apart. It hurt to catch a full breath, and his adrenaline had spiked.
How unfair to now have everything he’d wanted before.
“The internet said there’s an art studio that rents space.” Leonidas’s breath burned hot against his cock, and he looked down, realizing his fly was undone and his erection pressed to escape his exposed briefs. “I thought I could stay for awhile.”
Andy swallowed, then moved swiftly. He fisted Leonidas’s hair in one hand and shoved his underwear down with the other. He had his cock in Leonidas’s waiting mouth before either of them had time to blink. Leonidas moaned, opening his mouth wider, enveloping Andy in his warm, wet heat.
It didn’t take long, and Andy spilled, his cock spurting into the back of Leonidas’s mouth as his orgasm overtook him. His bones trembled and he fought to stand, finally giving in and bending forward, taking both of their bodies down to the floor. He rolled onto his back and covered his eyes with his arm, shame washing over him.
“I’m sorry,” he muttered, scrubbing his hands down his face. “I shouldn’t have done that.”
Leonidas climbed on top of him, one leg on either side of Andy’s waist. He reached down, swatting Andy’s hands out of his face and holding them down near his stomach.
“You know it’s okay with me,” Leonidas said, licking the corner of his mouth with the tip of his tongue.
“That was before.”
“It’s the same.”
“The same moment,” Andy grumbled.
