Page 51 of Loving Leo

“I have cheese popcorn,” he says and I let out a muffled laugh.

“Yeah, his place is better, marginally, but there’s only one small couch.”

“We’ll just be cozy,” Asher says, moving through the hole in the wall and I slap a hand over my face.

“I’m pretty sure they don’t want this wall fixed. They’ve stopped using doors. They’re turning into ghosts.”

Heath glances at it and then shrugs, climbing through it, getting drywall on his shirt as he goes and I’m left staring at his ass in those pants as he bends over. God, it’s so nice, delicious even. The best view ever. Who needs the Grand Canyon when you have Heath’s butt around.

I shake my head and then follow them, stumbling forward when my foot gets caught on some of the wood frame in the wall. But strong hands catch me and I’m pulled into Heath’s arms. I may take advantage of this and lean a little too far into him, brushing my nose against his neck, inhaling him. Fuck, he smells good. That jack off session in the shower did nothing to help me. I’m hard as a rock.

And to make matters worse, when the movie starts, Heath and Jack are already on the loveseat, leaving me and Ash standing in front of them awkwardly.

“Come here,” Jack says, scooting over slightly, making room for a mere half of Asher next to him.

“I can sit on the floor,” he replies, but Jack shakes his head, pointing to that sliver of space between them. Asher sighs and then sinks between the both of them, ending up entirely on Jack’s lap in the process.

I can see his lips part, his cheeks reddening as Jack leans back almost contentedly, an arm slung casually around Asher’s waist.

My eyes meet Heath’s and he shrugs, widening his legs slightly. I’m not as big as him, but surely his legs will fall asleep with my ass on them for a few hours. I’m not light.

Heath glances down at his lap and then back up at me, those beautiful eyes hitting mine and I give in. I lower myself onto him and hold my breath while doing it. Because he’s so strong, capable andfuuuck, his hand is moving around my waist and tugging me closer. So much closer. My back hits his chest and I can feel his breath hit my neck. Goosebumps erupt across my skin and I shiver slightly.

“Do you have a blanket? Leo’s cold,” Heath says and a moment later a worn quilt appears. Heath places it over me, covering the two of us and goddamnit, my mind goes right to inappropriate touching. He could run his palm up my dick and no one would notice, especially not Asher who is snuggling into Jack’s big chest and practically purring. My best friend hasn’t hesitated in the least. He’s just made himself at home on Jack’s lap while I’m still sitting rigid on Heath’s, trying not to cum in my pants.

“Relax. We’re fine,” Heath says, his finger slipping up my shirt slightly and teasing my skin.

Oh god. This is terrible. The worst ever. If I come from just this, I will bury myself beneath the floorboards.

“I’m fine,” I hiss back. “I’m relaxed. Totally relaxed.”

“You’re as hard as a board.”

He has no idea. I could hammer nails. I could resurrect that wall without any tools. Just the one in my pants.

“I just don’t want to crush you.”

“I can handle it.” His entire hand is on my stomach now, playing with my happy trail while I bite my lip. Roughly. I need to feel something other than his hands on me. Eventually, I lean back and let my shoulders fall away from my ears, the bulge of my dick obvious through the thick quilt around my legs if anyone were looking for it.

But there’s nothing I can do about it, there’s no way its goingdown. So I just try to focus on the movie, but it’s difficult when I’m so horny and I can feel Heath is as well. His cock is pressed up against my ass as his hand continues to toy with me.

He has no idea what he’s doing to me. He has no fucking idea. Or maybe he does and he’s just that sadistic.

By the time the movie is over, I’m nearly vibrating with lust.

“I need water,” I rasp, moving toward Jack’s kitchen because there’s no way he’s moving from his spot. Not with Asher cuddled up on him like a cat. He will probably sit there the rest of the night if that’s what my roommate wants.

I grab a cup, fill it with tap water and glug it down, adjusting myself discreetly. Without warning, Heath appears behind me and water dribbles down my chin.

Oh fuck, I’m a hot mess. So so hot. And so is he. He looks flushed, his pupils blown wide. He looks like he could set the entire apartment alight.

He reaches out gently and wipes the water off my chin and that touch ignites something inside my belly. I lean toward him and he cups my cheek softly.

“Want to go back to my place?” I wheeze and his lips pull up in a small smile.

“Yes. I do.”

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