Page 69 of In Frame
Sam grinned. Swept Leo’s underwear away with alacrity. Leo’s cock, freed from confines, bounced up. “I like seeing you like this.”
Leo, spread out naked before him, wriggled in place. Tried for a pin-up pose. “I like being on display for you.” He did. He wanted Sam to want him; he wanted Sam atop him, covering him, in him, so that Leo could hold onto him and feel him everywhere.
“Beautiful.” Sam hopped off the bed, lost his own clothing, came back. He was golden too, like the sunshine: tanned skin, honeyed eyes, visible pleasure. His cock was full and fat and flushed, deeply colored and thick; Leo gazed at it. He’d had that inside him; he ached for it again, yearning, empty.
He spread his legs more, hopefully. Sam’s eyebrows went up, amused and excited. “In a hurry?”
“I missed you as well. Includingallyour parts. Bring that particular part over here, please.”
“Oh, so you’re giving the orders here, got it.” But Sam bent to kiss him, and was pleased, Leo could tell; the kiss was deep and possessive, and Sam’s naked body was firm against his.Leo’s cock stirred, leaking, eager.
Sam knelt above him as he lay on the bed, surrounded by a few more aquatic pillows; Sam took his own cock in hand and gave it a leisurely stroke, hand pumping rigid flesh. Leo whimpered, lifting his head as best he could, begging.
Sam guided himself to Leo’s mouth. Let Leo lick at him, suck at him, learn the feel of him all over again: the large head, the thick girth, the taste of Sam’s desire. Sam’s cock filled up his mouth, and his senses: Leo had not ever previously known how much he loved this feeling, having a man’s cock—Sam’scock—keeping him occupied and busy and satisfied. He tried to show his happiness, his devotion, by worshiping the length of it, awkward as his position currently was. He wanted Sam to know it. He wanted Sam to fuck him, to claim him, to take him hard and fast, pounding into his throat or his arse, making him feel it all, incontrovertible.
Sam drew back. Touched Leo’s cheek. Surprised, Leo opened his eyes; he hadn’t meant to close them. Sam traced his eyebrow, cock resting sticky against Leo’s lower lip. “Everything okay?”
“I want you,” Leo said. The weight of Sam’s cock over his mouth caused a low wicked matching pulse to build someplace deep inside; his lips were wet, his own cock was rubbing slick against his stomach, and he felt filthy and decadent and wonderful. “Please fuck me. Hard.”
Sam gave him a small head-tilt. “Hard, huh? It’s been a little while, though, and you haven’t—”
“—precisely had a ton of experience, yet? I’ve hadyou. I’m not fragile. I need it.”
Sam’s expression shifted, softened. “You do, don’t you? My Leo. You haven’t had much sleep, I was going to say.” He touched the spot under Leo’s right eye, exquisitely gentle. “You didn’t sleep on the plane, did you?”
“I never can. Are you planning to fuss over me or fuck me? I vote for the second. Sometime soon.”
“Jesus, youarea bossy bottom,” Sam said, and pushed his cock into Leo’s mouth; Leo began sucking at him again, happily. “And who says I can’t do both? You could use someone fussing over you.Andfucking you, yes, stop giving me that look.”
Leo paused long enough to say, “You like me looking at you,” and batted his eyelashes, and licked the tip of Sam’s cock, right over the slit, lapping up traces of want. Sam’s cock was all nice and shiny, after; he regarded it with pride.
Sam made a noise, something between a groan and a growl and a laugh, and more fluid bubbled up; Sam liked him doing that, Leo concluded. So he did it some more, lots of purposefully sweet little licks and laps.
Sam groaned again, and pulled back. Leo let out a sad sound.
“Thought you wanted me to fuck you,” Sam said, “not come on your face, which, for the record, was pretty much about to happen.” He looked like laughter, all bright and thrilled. A stripe of sunlight lay on the bed beside him, gold over white.
“Please do.” Leo flung out arms dramatically. Hit a lingering curious pillow. Which flopped down onto his wrist, dolphin embroidery and all.
For some reason this was utterly hilarious; he couldn’t not laugh. Himself and this bed and cheerful marine life and Sam, his wonderful Sam: the world felt perfect, he felt perfect, like his silly teasing word had come true, like a spell spoken into life.
Sam shook his head, grinned, and reached over to move the pillow because Leo hadn’t bothered. “Thought you’d like this bed. Didn’t realize you wanted the decorative dolphins to join in.”
“They can watch if they’d like. I have zero shame,everyone knows that. Particularly not when I’m enjoying myself. Which I am, if you hadn’t noticed.”
Sam looked at the dolphins. They eyed him right back. Leo wondered briefly whether dolphins also rejected the concept of shame. He thought that he might like dolphins, if so.
Sam, with somewhat suspicious haste, tossed the pillow at a chair. And then several more pillows for good measure. “I want you all to myself, thanks.”
“I suppose I can live without a dolphin audience.” Leo reached out, an impulse; Sam, now beside him, caught his hand and said, “Yes, we can go to an aquarium sometime, and no, I’m not going to have sex with you in public in an aquarium, but maybe in the men’s room,” and kissed his fingers.
“How’d you guess what I was thinking?” Leo squirmed against the bed, craving, needing, wanting more. “Oh, wait, you’re good at that.”
Sam stroked a hand over his stomach, maddeningly near but not touching Leo’s cock. “I’m learning. How Leo’s brain works. It’s a whole research course.”
“Really? Are there detailed projects? Areas of…ah…advanced study? Academic rigor?”
“Lots of gathering data.” Sam trailed a finger through the spreading wetness on Leo’s stomach. Leo nearly screamed. His skin shivered like music, like a note being played, the vibration of a tuning fork.
