Going on a date with Andy was something that might have crossed his mind a handful of times, something he’d committed to the early morning sunrise when he’d watched the way the sun crept through the window and highlighted the curves and lines of Andy’s sweat covered body, but it wasn’t something that had ever been attainable for him…for them.
Even when he was in Spain, thinking of Andy with every step he’d taken, and when he went home and talked with his family and booked his flight, and in the cab to the lodge, he’d never…It was never a possibility. The thing that existed between them was fragile, and maybe shallow, and he’d still allowed himself to explore it and to dream of it and to want more of it.
“Please don’t go,” he said softly. “I’ll kneel. I’ll stand. Just…stay.”
Andy’s shoulders sank down and he dropped his head forward, pivoting to look back at Leonidas. His face looked as it did in Leonidas’s dreams, just more worry and tension around the eyes, so Leonidas closed his eyes to erase it.
“I don’t know anything about you,” Andy spoke softly, still halfway out the door.
Leonidas opened his eyes. “Do you want to?”
“I think I want to know everything.”
“I’ll tell you anything.”
Andy relaxed his fist and straightened out the crumpled beanie before slipping it back onto his head. He smoothed his hands around his forehead and over his ears, his long fingers tucking strands of hair into place.
“I don’t want you to tell me,” Andy rasped. “I want to learn it. The same way I learned your body.”
Leonidas growled, his cock pulsing with need. He cleared his throat and adjusted himself, then steepled his hands together covering his nose and mouth.
“You think you know my body?”
"I know how to make you come,” Andy answered, a predatory spark lighting up his eyes.
“I have a scar behind my knee,” Leonidas said. “From when I was seven.”
The flash in Andy’s eyes dulled, and his cheeks hollowed. They both stood silent in the room with so much swirling between them that had been said with their bodies and not with their mouths.
“How did you get that?”
“Ask me again on our date.”
“What?” Andy sputtered, his cheeks pinking just below his eyes.
“You said you wanted to take me on a date. So…” He shrugged. “Take me on one.”
“Really?”
Leonidas let out a small laugh, and he took a step closer, reaching for Andy who didn’t pull away when his fingers dragged over the top of his wrist. Andy’s skin burned like wildfire, licking up Leonidas’s arms. Andy sucked in a breath, his nostrils flaring.
“Yes.” He let himself smile at Andy’s youthful relief, the lines around his eyes immediately softening. “Where are you going to take me?”
Andy laughed and rubbed a circle over his sternum.
“I hadn’t really got that far with the whole thing.”
“I’ll give you time to think,” Leonidas’s throat felt warm when he touched it, so he turned away, hoping to hide his blush.
“Where would you like to go?” Andy blurted, grimacing as the words tumbled out of his mouth. When he spoke next, it was softer, quieter. “What kind of things do you like?”
There was no stopping the embarrassed heat that raced from his throat to his cheeks, so he sat down on the edge of the bed, forcing himself to look up at Andy. This shouldn’t be so hard. He’d been naked with this man, had him in his mouth, his cum painted across his flesh. But this was more than sex, this was questions leading toward a kind of intimacy he knew would come with this, but still hadn’t expected.
“We should talk about that,” Leonidas said. “Do you want to sit?”
Andy pulled one of the chairs out from the table and sat down, taking a minute to find a comfortable position before he settled with his stare focused on Leonidas’s face.
“You look like you have something to say.” Andy studied him warily, the fine creases around his mouth reappearing.
