Page 33 of Rough Heat

“You like that? Didn’t even prep you, you slut.”

“Yeah,” Leo faux moaned.

As if he’d go to any session without prepping himself. But, whatever, he was selling a fantasy as much as he was lending out his body.

Leo dropped to his elbows as Frank’s hand pushed his head down roughly, smothering him in the sheets before Leo managed to turn his face to the side.

Frank gripped Leo’s hair, yanking him back, forcing his spine to arch painfully. Frank’s other hand smacked Leo’s ass sharply, still slamming into him.

For a wild moment, Leo imagined bucking the fucker off and punching his ugly goddamn nose in. But Frank wasn’t crossing any lines that hadn’t been previously agreed to.

Leo had agreed to this. It was what he did.

Like anything in life, it ended eventually. Frank came inside Leo with a grunt, collapsing and crushing Leo to the mattress just long enough for the afterglow to fade before rolling off.

Leo just lay there quietly, controlling his breathing. It was over, and he was okay.

Leo listened to Frank get out of bed and put his clothes on, slapping Leo on the ass one more time with a “See ya next time,” and then leaving the hotel room.

Leo blinked at the wall. It was some sort of off-white, warm in the low lights. The room was nice, comfortable. He could easily sleep there if he weren’t wide, wide awake.

He dragged himself off the bed and into the shower, not even waiting for the water to heat up before stepping in. He stood there, shivering until the water turned scalding, and he withstood that, too.

He cleaned himself, and cleaned himself, and didn’t think of anything as he pushed his fingers into himself and washed the come out of his ass.

There was nothing to think about. It’d been a normal day, and he was fine.

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He dragged himself to his sister’s as scheduled. Knocked on the door and then started crying as soon as she opened it.

“What—oh, my God, Leo. What happened?”

She pulled him into the hallway and hugged him, rubbing his back as he shook his head because he didn’t know why he was crying.

Nothing had happened. It just felt like someone had scooped out all his insides and replaced them with something rotting and heavy and gross.

“I’m sorry,” he gasped. “I’m sorry. I’m such a fucking idiot. I’m such a—”

“Shh, okay, it’s okay. Try not to talk like that, okay? Sit down, you’re gonna be okay.”

They crumbled onto the couch, Leo clinging to his sister like it was the only thing keeping him afloat.

He didn’t know how to stop shaking, or how to stop the ugly, wet sobs he was letting out.

Didn’t know how to stop the way he was feeling even though he didn’t have any reason to do so.

Rose rocked him gently until the roar in his body quieted down, the air in his lungs rattling but not choking him.

He peeled himself off her now damp shoulder, feeling shame coat the inside of his throat like tar.

“Sorry,” he croaked.

Her eyebrows were dipped in concern. “You don’t have to apologise. What happened? Did Dad…”

Leo shook his head. “No.”

“Okay. Did something happen at work?”

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