The touch now bordered on pain, and Leonidas was unable to stop his body from trembling. His knees knocked together and the toiletries he’d scattered across the dresser rattled and fell onto their sides.
“Please,” he begged, not sure if wanted release or respite. “Please, please.”
“Sssh, sssh,” Andy soothed, taking back his hand.
He swiftly loosened the fly of his own pants and shoved his hand down into his underwear. Andy held Leonidas’s stare, even as his lids turned heavy and he fought to keep his eyes open.
“Put your hand out,” Andy grunted, and Leonidas did, just in time for Andy’s hot cum to spurt into his palm.
Andy continued to work his cock until it began to soften, and he wiped the head of his dick on the webbing between Leonidas’s thumb and forefinger.
“Okay,” Andy said, after he caught his breath. “Touch yourself now.”
Leonidas groaned, shoving his jeans and underwear down and out of the way. His cock was still hard, of course, jerking in the space between them in time with the rapid pace of his heartbeat. He took himself in hand, letting Andy’s seed squish out from between his fingers, and he did as he’d been told.
His touch was sticky and hot, his calloused fingers feeling so different from Andy’s touch. It didn’t take long for the familiar tingle of pleasure to build in his balls and creep toward the base of his spine.
“I’m close,” he said again.
Andy nodded. “Keep going.”
“Can I? Can I come?”
“No.”
His arm shot out, grabbing Andy’s shoulder to brace himself, and he bowed forward, continuing to work his cock, even as his motions slowed.
“No, no,” Andy chided. “Come on. I was serious earlier. What’s important?”
“You,” he growled, fighting his better judgement so he could jerk his wrist quicker.
“Me.”
“Andy,” he cried.
It was a sure thing, he wasn’t able to hold himself back any longer. His orgasm would come whether either of them wanted it or not.
“Stop,” Andy whispered.
Leonidas pried his hand away from his cock and sobbed, collapsing forward against Andy’s chest. Andy stroked calm and gentle hands down the outside of his arms as he trembled and wept, his cock leaking copiously just the same.
“Perfect,” Andy praised, peppering kisses across the top and side of Leonidas’s head while he sniffled through his denial.
Leonidas forced his head up, and through his tears, he blinked Andy into focus. He was clear and simple, and there wasn’t anything in that room, in that space, in his life that existed in that moment more than Andy and the future they were promised.
“You’re all I see,” he said, then Andy smiled and wiped his tears away.
29
Andy
Coming had been a good decision,because Andy felt relaxed and calm while Leonidas looked like he was about to rubber band out of his skin. Andy stopped him in front of the restaurant and kissed him until he whined and pushed at Andy’s chest to get away.
“This…” He cleared his throat. “This means a lot.”
Being in Cherry Creek with Leonidas still felt a little weird to him, but that was only because he didn’t think he deserved it and he didn’t trust it to last. He had worried asking Leonidas to come have dinner with his brothers would be too much, but he had to do it before he got too deep, before it was too late.
Leonidas had said yes, and Andy was so giddy he wanted to throw his fist into the air like John Bender at the end ofThe Breakfast Club. The thought of having this, being able to go to Hawaii and come back, knowing he would come back to this…
