“You came back to Peter and Marla’s. Even though you thought Derrick might be there.”
Leo’s eyes narrowed. “Derrick.Did you really go on a date with him?”
“I said I did. Why shouldn’t I have? Chris knows him from yoga class and said he was a nice guy.”
“And you’re into nice guys? Where does that leave me?” Leo lifted their clasped hands and ran them down the scruff of his cheek. Morgan’s insides liquefied as he grew hard.
“Here, next to me.”
Leo rested their fingers on the thrust of his lower lip and flicked his tongue to lick Morgan’s knuckles. “What’re you looking for?” Their foreheads touched, and Morgan fell into the endless blue of Leo’s eyes.
“I’m not looking for anything. What I want is exactly what’s right in front of me.”
Leo’s hot breath hit his cheek. “You’ve got me. And, I’d like to be with you. If you want.”
The difference between Leo and Jeffrey had never been so evident as in that moment. Leo giving him the choice to move forward, while Jeffrey had been the caveman-type, telling Morgan they would be together, and Morgan, naïve enough to think that meant love, followed him willingly. Morgan knew what he wanted, but this time, he’d lay it all out in the open.
“I want you. But no more hiding, no using sex to get out of talking about the hard stuff. I need all of you, the ugly parts as well as the perfect.”
Leo’s hand settled on his nape, and their lips brushed together, sending showers of sparks through him. “You think there’s something perfect about me?”
Morgan kissed him. “The way you make me feel. That’s as perfect as it gets.”
Leo blinked several times, and frown lines creased his brow. “I’m not sure I’m a good bet. I know I’m getting the better end of the deal.”
“A relationship isn’t an emotional game where you tally up what one side does better than the other to see who comes out on top.” More sure of himself than ever before, Morgan skimmed his fingers over the roughness of Leo’s jaw. “Each person brings their own strengths and weaknesses. I’m willing to admit I’m still working on the things I’ve had trouble with, like always putting myself second or how to say no to people.”
“I like being on top of you. Does that count?” Leo teased.
This side of Leo would forever give Morgan butterflies, but he gathered his wits and said, “I bet I’d like being on top of you too.”
A smile crept into Leo’s eyes. “What’re we waiting for?”
***
“Jesus Christ, you’re killing me.” Leo groaned and cupped Morgan’s ass, driving upward into him. “Fuck. Oh fuck, yeah. That’s it.”
Teetering on the edge of an explosive orgasm, Morgan managed to put two brain cells together to tighten around Leo while still keeping his hand flying over his own painfully erect cock. Leo’s fingers bit into his waist, and Morgan knew he’d have some damn big bruises but didn’t mind. The thought of Leo marking him sent him tumbling over the edge, and he flung his head back, biting his lip. Leo pumped in deeper, and Morgan caught fire, the intimacy almost frightening in its intensity.
“Oh God, yeah. Right there. Right. There.Ahhhh.” His cock swelled, and he ground down on Leo and came, spurting hot and steady into his hand.
“Fucking hell, you’re gorgeous. Look at you.” Leo thrust hard, impaling Morgan on his thick shaft, sending him into oblivion, and he moaned and collapsed on top of Leo, feeling the heat and swell of his dick as he pumped through his climax. “You’re made for me.” In the haze of his orgasm, he felt Leo’s fingers play in his hair and heard him whisper, “You’re mine.”
Quivering and covered in sweat, Morgan couldn’t move, didn’t want to because if he did, the beauty of the moment would be broken. Leo too seemed content to hold him and stay like that, only moving once to get out of bed, throw out the condom, and return immediately to hold him close. Morgan traced the lines of Leo’s tattoos and kissed the skin, tasting his salt, bonding with his scent.
“Do they mean anything?” Morgan nuzzled his arm. “Your tattoos.”
“A few are Native American. The crossed arrows are for friendship. Peter and I got that one together. The feather is for courage and wisdom. Marla’s part Cherokee, and Peter wanted to honor her and I did as well. Then there’s a laurel wreath for triumph or victory, and an olive branch for peace. Both Greek because of my friendship with Peter.” Leo touched his other arm. “This one, in roman numerals, is the date of my father’s death. I put some flowers around it and an ancient Italian symbol of love. I looked it up on the Internet, and that’s what it said it looked like.”
Leo rolled over, his nude, magnificent body gleaming in the pale light filtering through the window blinds, and rested a cheek on one arm. “My turn now. Tell me more about your marriage and your ex.”
Morgan’s good mood faded. “I don’t want to talk about him. Why ruin a perfect evening?”
A foot ran up his leg, and Leo smiled. “It’s not going to change what happened between us. But I want to know about the guy who came before me.”
“I don’t even know who I was anymore when I was with him. I cringe every time I think of myself being so willing to give in to his every demand. I rolled over like a puppy for him and made myself so easy to hurt. But I’m not that person. No more. It’s like a death and rebirth.”
Face tense, Leo watched him with hooded eyes, saying nothing, and Morgan wanted him to know…needed Leo to hear him say it.
