Page 23 of In Frame
“Fuck,” Sam whispered, sounding as thoroughly consumed by this as Leo himself felt. “Jesus. Leo—”
“I can try again.” Was that his voice? Rough and used, full of the presence of a man’s cock? “I can do more. I want to.”
“You—oh, fuck. Oh God. Okay. A little…not too much, don’t push…here, just relax, let me…” Sam’s hand guided his head. Up and down, a rhythm. Keeping him from plunging too deep, but setting a steady pace. In and out, fucking Leo’s mouth.
Leo, on both knees with Sam’s hand on his head, felt the knowledge of the moment not like a realization but like a resurfacing, a piece of himself he’d always carried but never known. He liked sucking Sam’s cock. He liked the sensation of his mouth being filled up with it. He wanted to do this more.
His body sang with lightness, with need. He moved a hand, rubbed at his cock through fabric: aimless, not trying for release, but needing to feel something, anything, right where he ached for it.
Sam thrust hard, as if unable to hold back; Leo gagged, choked, trembled in place. His eyes prickled. Sam pulled back abruptly; the hand cupping Leo’s face was an apology. “Sorry. You’re so fucking good, I forgot…you okay?”
Leo nodded. He wasn’t certain he could talk.
“No,” Sam said firmly, “no, come on, you gotta talk to me, okay? I’m not doing anything you don’t say you’re okay with, out loud.”
“I’m fine.” His voice emerged oddly small, not out of any reluctance, simply coming out hushed as the lamplight over the room. “I…I want…I like that. I do like that. This whole…sex with men concept. So far.”
Sam regarded him for a minute, then got hands under Leo’s arms and lifted him back to his feet. “Okay. But I think it’s my turn. Taking care of you.”
“Do you…” He did know the terms; he could use them. “Top? Bottom? Both?”
“I switch. Versatile. Depends on the person, on the mood.” Sam’s hands tenderly and efficiently whisked the rest of Leo’s suit, plus Leo’s clinging briefs, down, while somehow simultaneously shoving bedding out of the way. “Oh, look at you. You did like that, didn’t you? My cock in your pretty mouth?” One fingertip traced Leo’s lower lip; Leo, brimming over with need, closed lips around the finger and sucked.
Sam laughed. And eased him back into the bed. “Tell me where your stuff is.”
“First drawer under the bed…I like your cock in my mouth, yes.”
“Then we’ll do that one again. Later.” Sam popped back up, supplies in hand. “You buy good stuff. And a lot of it.”
“No reason not to,” Leo pointed out, mildly offended by the implication that he wouldn’t be as hedonistic as possible. “I assume you found all the varieties of lube.”
“Yep, and a couple of your toys. That’s not everything, is it?”
“Ah…possibly?” He tried to recall what’d been in that drawer, versus the one beside it. He didn’t think of himself as particularly kinky—certainly not in comparison to some; he had suspicions about what Jason and Colby got up to, especially after witnessing Jason feeding a happily quiet Colby by hand—but he liked doing what partners enjoyed, and he’d historically been up for purchasing any requested items. The drawers held a dildo or two, some scarves, some flimsy play handcuffs, a blindfold, a feather. “You can look around. If that’s not enough.”
Sam sat down beside him. Set a hand on Leo’s stomach: not anyplace more immediately erotic, more soothing than tantalizing. Leo’s cock, which had not understood the distinction, twitched and dribbled a bit of want, untouched.
“You mean that.” Sam tapped fingertips over him, and Leo lay still and gloried in it. “You’d let me open all your drawers, go through your house…if I wanted something, you’d do whatever you could to make it happen. No matter what it cost you.”
“I’m an open book,” Leo said. “I’m not complicated.”
“Yeah, you know, I’m kinda thinking you’re wrong about that.” Sam bent and kissed his stomach. Leo, startled, couldn’t think of anything to say; his eyes felt strangely heated, as if something had sparked tears, but that couldn’t be the case.
Sam swung legs up and stretched out beside him, partly atop him, so that they were touching lots of places. Sam’s weight felt nice, solid and anchoring; Sam’s leg hair was lightly scratchy, and Sam’s cock nudged Leo’s hip, and this was and wasn’t like lying in bed with a woman, and Leo liked it all.
Sam, nose to nose with him, added, “I think you might seriously be the best person I know,” and Leo shook his head, throat tight and body bizarrely turned on and thrumming withthe words.
“I want you,” Sam said. “I want this to be good for you. So good. You deserve that, Leo. So just…don’t move, stay right there, looking at me—yeah, like that, that exact face—and let me just—”
He wriggled lower. And practiced wet heat enveloped Leo’s cock; Sam’s mouth, skilled and focused and all-encompassing, took Leo’s whole length and made starbursts flare across the room.
Leo gasped Sam’s name, inadvertent, drowning in starlight. His hips jerked up; he could’ve no more stopped them moving than he could’ve ceased breathing. He tangled hands in his sheets, head falling back.
Sam took him and took him apart and brought him to the brink, over and over; Leo moaned and sobbed and proceeded to lose any semblance of self-control he’d ever had, pleading for more, for Sam to never stop, to let him come, please, dear God, please, more.
Sam paused to smirk at him. Leo had had sex before, and good sex; this was lightyears beyond that. Incandescent.
He lay limp and panting, while Sam obviously enjoyed the sight of him spread out and debauched.
