George blinked at the instant rage that ripped through his bear at the mere thought of sending Leon away. Where in the hell had that come from? And why was his bear so damn upset at the thought of never seeing Leon again?
He was pretty in tune with his bear, always had been, but this new aggressive nature wasn't something he was used to. He didn't quite know what to make of it. Leon was sexy as hell, but that didn't explain this strange obsession his bear had for the man.
George just didn't understand it.
Of course, Leon really was gorgeous. He'd only gotten a glimpse of the man's shirtless chest before running back into the bathroom, but it was enough to fuel George's fantasies for years to come.
It was obvious Leon kept in shape. George supposed he had to for his job. But those rippling muscles…damn. Just damn. He wanted to lick every inch. From seeing how toned his chest was, George could just imagine what the rest of him looked like, and he had a great imagination.
He reached down and palmed his cock, giving it a hardy squeeze before slowly stroking down the full length then back up. He bet Leon had a tight compact ass. His jeans certainly seemed to hug those round globes tight enough.
George stroked himself a little faster as he imagined having Leon on his knees and separating those twin globes and sliding his cock between them, pushing in until his balls pressed up against Leon's ass.
He'd fuck him slow at first, enjoying the slide against each inch of tight muscles as they squeezed his cock. Then he'd go a little faster, slamming into the man until Leon groaned and maybe begged for more.
George's breath caught, his chest moving up and down at a rapid pace as his body tightened. He wanted to fuck that perfect little ass so much. He'd cover Leon's body with his own, body pressed against body, skin to skin.
His cock deep in Leon's ass. Thrusting. Withdrawing. Thrusting. Withdrawing. A fistful of hair. A needy moan. Lips on hot skin. Teeth embedded in the skin of Leon's shoulder.
Fuck!
George groaned as his body erupted, overwhelmed by the pleasure of his fantasy. He slammed his hand against the shower wall. Ropes of pearly white cum shot out of his dick and splattered against the wall before going down the drain with the hot water.
George dropped his head back under the shower spray as he tried to drag enough air into his lungs to breathe. He gave his cock a couple more strokes before leaning both hands against the wall.
That had been unreal. He wasn't a virgin, but close enough. He didn't have a lot of experience simply because he wanted a connection with whoever he was with and not just some back alley hook-up. Still, he was pretty damn sure that was the best sexual experience of his life. It was sad that it had taken place in the shower while he was all alone.
He really needed to get a life.
As much as he suspected the money he'd won could help with that, he was pretty sure anyone who'd want him after learning he had money wasn't someone he'd want. The guys he'd met before now weren't really long-term material, too interested in getting laid as many times as they could with as many people as possible.
George was starting to wonder if he'd be alone for the rest of his life. It wasn't like he was asking for the impossible. At least, he didn't think so. He just wanted someone to call his own, someone who understood his bear was an alpha born omega and accepted that part of his nature.
Knowing he had no other choice, George finished washing up then turned off the shower and stepped out. He grabbed a towel and started drying off. As he did, he tried not to think about the man in the other room. He tried to think about anything else. Tomorrow, when he'd go sign the paperwork for his money. What he was going to do with it. Where he wanted to live. Getting a cat or a dog. Anything.
None of it worked.
The second he pulled his boxers on and opened the door, he saw Leon all stretched out on the far side of the bed, the covers folded down to his navel.
George sucked in a breath when his spent cock hardened right back up. At this rate, he'd injure himself from lack of blood to his head and other extremities. It was all pooling in his groin.
"You okay there, George?" The sly grin on Leon's face said the man knew exactly what George's problem was.
"Yeah," George croaked out. He wished he had something to hold in front of him. The persistent tent in his boxers left no doubt to what his issue was, and Leon was fully aware of it.
George ignored the flush in his cheeks and the knowing grin on Leon's face as he made his way to the bed. He was almost afraid to flip back the covers. If Leon was naked under there, he was in big trouble.
"I wasn't sure what side of the bed you sleep on," Leon said, "so I took this side since everything seems to be on the nightstand on the other side of the bed."
George didn't really have a side. "That's okay," he said. "I kind of sleep all over the place, so taking this side is fine."
"Don't have a lot of people sleeping on this side?"
"No." George glanced away before Leon could see the fresh flush that filled his cheeks. "No one's ever slept in this bed except me."
He lifted the covers, blowing out a relieved breath when he caught the black fabric of Leon's boxers. As much as he'd love to see the man without his boxers on, he knew he couldn't. He doubted he had the control to keep himself from jumping Leon if the man was naked in his bed.
George climbed into bed and immediately rolled to face away from Leon. He pulled the covers up and tucked them tightly around his body. If he survived the night without embarrassing himself more than he already had, he'd be shit, shocked, and amazed.
