Page 31 of All Out of Flux
“And that was when the crystal exploded. I think he dismissed his pocket dimension to make sure I wouldn’t go nuclear in there with Tiamat trying to make a grab for my soul. But he helped me, Max.” Leon tapped the side of his head. “He trapped Tiamat up here. It’s like she’s in suspended animation.”
“Okay, but for how long?” I tossed back the last of my coffee, grimacing as it went down. “And you said so yourself. He might have helped you solely for self-preservation. I’ve seen what youcan do with the dragons. In that enclosed space? You would have shredded him alive.”
Leon shook his head. “Who knows how it would have ended? He stopped it from happening. That’s my point. Maybe he isn’t evil after all.”
“And those thugs at Habibi? The Brillante guy with the gay brother. All of them just turned into dust. Compassionate Brendan just wiping those men off the face of the earth? It doesn’t hang together.”
He shrugged. “None of this does, Max. Look at your uncle. He knew we were coming, and even without Brendan’s intervention I have a feeling he would have let us escape. Maybe not without a couple of scrapes and bruises, but that wasn’t a serious trap. He’s nowhere near as dangerous as Divina.”
“Tío Gustavo has a soft spot for me, I guess, even after all this time. Maybe he still thinks he can lure me back to the family business. No chance. Not after everything that’s happened.”
Leon rose from the couch, stretching his arms out, groaning. His shirt lifted up, exposing only the littlest flash of his belly, but that was all it took. How the boy could load up on ice cream and still keep those killer abs, I would never know.
“Careful with that mug,” I said. “Don’t want you spilling all over the carpet.”
Instead he let it dangle from the hook of one finger. Very funny. Very cute. Apparently the mug was already empty. He paced forward slowly, a lazy smile drawing a naughty diagonal across his face. I knew that look.
“Maybe I wantyouspilling all over the carpet, Maximo.”
He nudged his knee up between my legs, grazing my crotch with his thigh. I bit back a moan, swallowing it down instead. Why was I so aroused? Why was he, for that matter? I placed my hand flat against his chest, calling for a suspension in the seduction.
“Leon. Serious question. Are you as turned on as I am right now? We should be fucking exhausted.”
He pressed his brow against mine, one of his hands trailing up under my shirt, pinching down on my nipple. This time I couldn’t help moaning out loud.
“We should befucking. It’s probably got something to do with this time magic jet lag bullshit. I’m as hard as a rock right now.”
I gulped again, taking one step back. “Maybe it’s like how our circadian rhythms are suddenly so messed up. Your morning wood is just kicking in now at, um, ten thirty in the evening. Ten thirty-five?”
Leon’s hand rubbed against my bulge, open handed, kneading with his whole palm. This time I groaned. Fuck. What was it about being groped through a handful of denim? I clenched my teeth, afraid of busting right in my pants.
“Looks like your morning wood’s kicking in too, Maximo.”
Something clinked against the floor. The mug. The little asshole let it fall onto the carpet.
“Oops,” he said, barely holding back his smirk. “Let me just get that.”
His one hand still on my bulge, he slowly slithered into a crouch, his other hand leaving my nipple, but tracing, massaging a wide line down my torso. Knees on the carpet, both hands on my crotch, Leon’s eyes never left mine.
I gasped, panted, my entire body burning with anticipation. There was no way I was going to survive this for more than five minutes.
His fingers worked fast, unbuckling, unzipping me. He pulled my jeans down to my thighs, his nose nuzzling at the obscene shape in my briefs, teeth grazing and nipping, tracing at its outline.
Not even three minutes. Not even two. Leon pulled down my waistband, the elastic slipping over, then under my swollen head, my full, heavy balls. Then, with the practiced ease of someone who had every inch of my cock committed to memory, he took me into his mouth.
Not even a minute. His warm tongue, his worshipful lips, the masterful tug and glide of both his hands — I couldn’t even last long enough to start thrusting into his mouth.
I came enormously, powerfully, my thighs quaking as I held onto his shoulder, the crown of his head to stay upright. Leon held onto the backs of my knees, my thighs, rubbing and pulling me in closer, taking me down his throat to the root.
Ten thirty, ten thirty-five was maybe too late in the evening to scream my head off. Good thing I’d gasped myself breathless, shivering and shaking with every greedy, hungry sweep of Leon’s tongue.
“Sorry,” I blurted out, finally catching enough breath to speak. “So sorry. That never — you know that never happens.”
My cock left his mouth with a pop, wet and slick. He smiled up at me sloppily, eyes misted over with want. “Fucking time magic, man. But I don’t mind. I know you. I know you can go again.”
The back of my hand over my mouth, I gave him a teasing little whine, pretending I didn’t want it, pretending I was too tired. But Leon definitely knew me well. We did go again just minutes later in the shower, me returning the favor, him wrenching a second, somehow even more incredible orgasm out of me.
I finished rinsing off first, knowing I would never make it out alive if I let him have a third go at my cock. I headed to the kitchen counter, so sure I was going to die if I didn’t replenish my body’s supply of water and protein. I wolfed down an energy bar, then a huge handful of trail mix.
