Page 26 of In Frame
“Oh yes. More.”
Sam promptly found that angle again. Thrust. Drew back a bit, and thrust again. Leo let out a breath, long and shivering, and then discovered that he could move too and it felt lovely when he did, himself rocking up into Sam’s thrusts, hips meeting and working together. Sam kept hitting that iridescent spot inside him and Leo kept making tiny wordless sounds, and he never wanted to stop, he wanted this rhythm forever, he wanted to be fucked by Sam like this forever, on his back with those radiant eyes gazing down at him.
Sam’s motions sped up. Faster. A little harder, and then even more so. Leo had thought everything felt resplendent; he realized he’d been wrong, this was more, this was wild and pounding and swelling and building, brightness gathering up and winding tighter and tighter, and he could only think of the word yes, so he said it over and over again.
Sam groaned his name. Got a hand on Leo’s cock, between their bodies. Slammed forward. And the brightness burst and cracked and spilled diamonds everyplace, wrung out of Leo’s body and all over Sam’s hand and his own stomach, as Sam went tense and openmouthed, shaking with release as Leo clenched around him.
They lay still for a moment, breathless, triumphant. Lamplight hugged Leo’s shoulder, Sam’s bicep.
“Well,” Leo managed finally, “I’d say…satisfying…is certainly one word…”
Sam dropped a kiss on his nose. “I like paying attention to you.”
“I like everything about this.” At some point he might have to process what that meant. His sexuality, his future, thefact that he’d just slept with a man who carried a camera around.
He didn’t feel like processing it all this second, however. So he chose not to. “I think I may be hungry. Is that appropriate etiquette? Food after sex?”
Sam kissed his eyebrow this time, evidently affectionate post-orgasm. “Sure. But let me clean us up first.”
“Oh. Should I help? Do you want—” He broke off. Sam had withdrawn. Slipping out of him. The question transformed into a hiss of air between teeth, as muscles returned to well-used reality instead of twinkling horizons.
Sam winced. “Don’t move. Lie still. I’ll take care of you, I swear.”
“I’m all right.” He was; it’d just been the shock and the dwindling endorphins and the awareness that he’d never had anything quite so extensive up there before. “I feel wonderful.”
Sam petted his leg this time, and dealt with the condom, and cleaned him with the towel, and coaxed his thighs more apart, and checked him over despite Leo’s protestations of being fine. Leo, who had not ever had anyone gently inspect his hole post-sex before, had to put an arm over his face. His cheeks burned.
“You’renot embarrassed,” Sam said, amused. “I mean,you. Leo Whyte.”
Leo moved the arm. “I’m not.”
Sam kissed his knee, leaving a faint scrape of stubble-burn, then lay down and put an arm around him. “It’s okay if you are. Sorry. Didn’t mean to tease you.”
“You did, and it’s fine.” He wiggled fingers at the air, a gesture. “I’m always fine. I’m always fun. I’m not embarrassed.”
“You don’t have to be all of that,” Sam said. “I like that you’re you. Around me. Complicated.”
“I said I wasn’t.”
“And I said you’re the best person I know. How’re youfeeling?”
“Good,” Leo decided. He was. The bizarre attack of bashfulness had faded. Sam’s arm around him, Sam’s body nestled against his, felt like a blanket, the secure cozy sort he could settle into on a rainy day. “Sitting down might be interesting later. That’s a dangerous weapon you’ve got. But you use it for fabulous purposes, so I’m not complaining. Was…it…good, or at least all right, for you?”
He’d almost saidwas I good?But the question was far too needy and the answer was obvious; Sam, with all that experience, surely had a definition of good that did not include Leo’s first-time difficulties. He imagined it’d been at least acceptable; Sam had inarguably finished.
“What makes you think it wasn’t amazing?” Sam cuddled him even closer, bringing them face to face; one leg draped over both of Leo’s. “You’re amazing.”
“If you tell me what I ought to work on, I promise to try? For a next round? Can there be a next round? After food. I honestly am hungry now.”
Sam opened his mouth, shut it, sighed. “Leo…”
“I’ve got eggs, I think. And bread. And an avocado. Breakfast should always happen in the middle of the night. I keep telling people that.”
“Leo,” Sam said again, “yes to breakfast at night. Maybe to a next round. Something that doesn’t leave you sore. And you don’t have to work on anything.”
“Practice makes perfect, my grandmother always used to say?”
“We can practice if you want. But, and listen when I tell you this, you’re pretty damn perfect.”
