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Leon is not having the best day of his life.
He should be. Everything he’s worked so hard to accomplish is about to bear fruit. He’s within spitting distance of Raccoon City and with it, his first day as a police officer. There are mysteries afoot, people in need, and it’s everything Leon has dreamed of for the past decade.
Except for a handful of tiny details.
Like the fact his first day technically started this morning, and Leon is not even fashionably late at this point, he’s embarrassingly late. It’s seven in the evening, a half-days drive outside of Raccoon City, and Leon’s not even in his car. No, he’s in a dive bar next door to a dive motel because if he tries to push himself to make it, he’ll probably crash his car. And take some innocent soul with him.
He’s exhausted.
A week ago, a mysterious phone call warned him not to come to Raccoon City, which Leon promptly ignored because he’s not a coward. There are people in need, and Leon aims to help them.
Two days ago, Amanda put her foot down and said she had no interest in moving to Raccoon City, to which Leon replied he’d go with or without her, and thus had ended the longest relationship Leon has ever had with another person. A whole six months.
Ugh.
Leon groans and deflates a little further. He considers the sticky bartop in front of him. It’s the perfect place to lay his spinning head, and if he ends up equally sticky, well that’s what he deserves. His lukewarm beer stares back at him, a few swallows left in the bottle. Unappealing.
So Leon lifts a hand to get the bartender’s attention and asks for a shot of tequila – whatever’s cheapest. He’s still a rookie after all.
As soon as it’s poured, Leon tosses it back and signals for another.
“Whoa, you should slow it down, don’t you think?”
Leon turns his head as someone hops up into the bar stool on his other side, a seat that’s been empty for most of the evening since Leon is on the furthest end from the livelier corner surrounding the local sportscast. He hadn’t expected any company in his misery, especially since it’s clear he’s from out of town, and everyone else is a local.
“Uh,” Leon says.
“I mean, I’ve not exactly been here long enough to count, but you do look a little worse for wear, amigo,” the stranger says with an easy grin. He’s clean-shaven, somewhere around Leon’s age, brown hair tied back in a loose tail, square-jawed, Latin American maybe.
Handsome, Leon would guess. If you know, Leon noticed those things on other guys. Not that he does. Guys don’t notice how handsome other guys are.
Right?
Leon scrapes a hand through his hair. “That obvious, huh?”
The stranger gives him another easy grin. “Well, you’re in this bar for starters,” he says. “And judging by the state of your clothes, they’re from yesterday. I took an educated guess. How am I doing?”
“Good so far.” Leon pushes up from the bar. Maybe he won’t take that inadvisable bartop nap just yet. Misery loves company and all that.
“Thought so.” The stranger’s smile sticks around as he offers a hand, a few silver bands noticeable around the bases of his fingers. “Name’s Luis. Mind if join you in this corner?”
Leon takes the hand with a firm shake. You can tell a lot about a person by the way they shake your hand, and Luis’ grip is firm and perfunctory. “Leon,” he says. “My dark corner is your dark corner.”
“Excellent.” Luis gestures for the bartender’s attention, pushing a ten across the counter. “Whatever’s on tap and another shot for my friend here.”
“Oh, you don’t have to–”
Luis waves him off. “I insist. You look like you could use it.”
Leon swallows down the instinctive refusal. “Thanks.” He accepts the shot as it’s slid over to him, but waits until Luis has his beer before lifting it. “Cheers?”
“Sure. What’re we celebrating?” Luis asks, one elbow against the counter as he lifts his beer into the air, hovering it a few inches away from Leon’s shot. “Because no offense, but you seem to be moping.”
Leon shakes his head and grins. “Then here’s to moping.”
Luis laughs, and there’s something so impossibly charming about his laugh. Leon can’t put a finger on what it is, except that it makes something warm and eager rise in his belly. Something he’s not supposed to feel. Maybe he can drown it out with the tequila, push it right back down where it belongs.
“I’ll drink to that I guess,” Luis says, and he taps his glass against Leon’s shotglass before they each take a drink.
Leon tilts his head back and the tequila burns as it goes down, no flavor on his tongue until the aftermath where it goes sour. It sits in his stomach with a heat that does nothing but fan the flames Luis’ laugh has already set. Leon’s eyes water. He scrubs the heel of his hand over them, wiping away the wet, and steals a glance at Luis.
Luckily, the other man hasn’t noticed Leon’s moment of weakness.
“So,” Luis swirls the beer around the glass, his thumb tracing the rim, “wanna share what’s got you drinking your woes away in a place like this?”
Leon sets the shot glass down with fumbling fingers that nearly send it skittering across the counter. “I mean, you’ve heard one story you’ve heard them all, right?”
“Can only be one of two things, I’d guess.” Luis leans back against the bar, one elbow hooked on the edge, his legs tucked in among the rungs of the stool, the perfect picture of ease. He holds up one hand, counting off his fingers. “Money trouble or girl trouble.”
Leon groans and puts his forehead on the sticky bartop, the scratched surface wonderfully cool against his hot cheeks. “Or worse.”
“Both then.” Luis nods commiseration. “That’ll do it.” He takes a swig of his beer and taps the bar with his free hand. “Can’t relate to the girl trouble, but money trouble, I’m too familiar with that one.”
Leon rests his cheek on the counter so he can watch Luis through bleary eyes, half-curious, half-tipsy, all exhausted. “Is that why you’re here? You’re broke?”
“Mm. Something like that.” Luis gets a faraway look in his eye, a crinkle in his brow like he’s thinking long and hard about his own troubles before he focuses on Leon again. “Not so broke I can’t treat my new friend to another drink though.”
“Are you trying to get me drunk?”
“Leon, buddy, you were already there before I got here.”
Fair enough.
Leon snorts and manages to leverage himself back upright, though his head does that floaty-spinny thing it does when he’s starting to reach his limit. Not so spinny he can’t focus on the third shot of tequila, which is probably a couple shots too much, but it might do him some good to stop counting. Or at least stop caring about how much he’s noticing Luis’ pretty grey eyes and easy smile.
Stop it, Kennedy.
We don’t go there, remember?
“You live around here?” Leon asks after the third shot settles like fire in his belly, and his warm beer is swapped out for a fresh one.
Luis is on his second, but he’s steady on the stool. Leon doesn’t know how he could be. He swears the ground is starting to roll. “Did. Not so much anymore. I’m on my way to greener pastures.”
“Why’s that?” Leon asks as he toys with his ice-cold beer.
“My job and I are parting ways.” Luis wiggles his free hand back and forth. “We had a, ehh, difference of opinion one could say. I’m on the road to a fresh start elsewhere.”
Leon winces with commiseration. “I’m familiar with that.” Except he’s heading toward Raccoon City while Luis seems to be heading away from it. “What do you do?”
Luis visibly perks. “I’m a scientist,” he says, sitting up straight, chest puffed up with pride. He leans closer, and Leon can smell his cologne over the reek of cigarette smoke. “You should call me Dr. Luis, you know.”
Heat floods Leon’s cheeks and if anyone asks, he’s going to blame it on the alcohol, and not the rabbit-flutter of his heart as Luis’ face is mere inches from his. “W-well, in that case, you should call me Officer Leon.”
“Officer, eh?” Luis looks him up and down, and Leon tries not to squirm under the scrutiny. “How long? You barely look old enough to drink.”
If Leon had a nickel for every time someone told him he doesn’t look his age, he’d be a millionaire by now. It did him no favors in all his arrest practicals, but he does find that his face tends to reassure civilians. Win some, lose some.
“Today was actually my first day,” Leon ducks his head and rubs the back of it with his other hand. This is embarrassing to admit, but at least Luis is a stranger. “I’m sort of late?”
“No wonder you’re in here!” Luis laughs and knocks his shoulder against Leon’s. “Although, I think that means I can't call you ‘officer’ just yet. Maybe rookie instead.”
Leon groans and puts his forehead back on the bartop, right in a condensation ring left by his first bottle of beer. “That’s what I was afraid of.”
“Sore spot, huh?” Luis pats him on the back, and Leon freezes so as not to push into the touch, especially when Luis’ hand slides up to grip the back of his neck, just like all his trainers in boot camp. “Sorry, kid. I’ll stick to Leon then.”
Leon turns his head to squint at Luis. “Old enough to drink,” he reminds the other man. “Also, pretty sure we’re close to the same age.” If Luis has a doctorate and a job, he’s at least twenty-five. Right?
Luis gasps theatrically and leans back, taking his hand with him. “Them’s fighting words, rookie. And here I was nice enough to buy you a drink in your time of sorrow.”
“You started it,” Leon says, like the adult he is. He buries the embarrassment behind another swig of his beer, and ignores the light-headedness that’s making him a bit wobbly.
“I did. You’re right.” Luis leans back in, closing the space between them to something a little too close to be anything but intimate. “I don’t think I could take Officer Leon anyway. At least, not in a fight.”
Leon’s brow wrinkles with confusion. “How else would you take me?”
Luis laughs, which makes Leon flush, but at least it doesn’t feel derogatory. It doesn’t have the same derogatory pitch as the others back in boot camp. “I figured you weren’t the type to get that joke,” he says and tips his beer against Leon’s. “Drink up.”
Not knowing what else to do, Leon obeys, draining the last of his beer and setting the empty down on the bar. He drops it with a little more force than he intends, and it goes skittering out of his hands, toward the opposite edge. Shit.
Leon lunges for the bottle, sends his stool clattering to the floor behind him, as his shirt soaks up condensation rings from the bar and rides up his back. He manages to snag the bottle at the last second, preventing the bartender from having to clean up a mess.
“Good catch,” Luis says.
Leon’s ears are hot. “I think, maybe, that’s a sign.” He wiggles back off the bar, sets the bottle down with exaggerated care, and tugs his shirt back into place. Christ, he’s a mess. “I should call it a night.”
“So soon?” Luis slips down from his own stool, fetching Leon’s and setting it back upright. “It’s still early.”
Leon fumbles in his pocket for his wallet, withdrawing enough to cover his drinks plus a healthy tip and slapping it down on the counter. He sways where he stands, more proof that it’s time to pack it in before he can’t get himself to his room.
“I started earlier than you did,” he says, giving Luis a wobbly smile. “But hey, appreciate the drinks and the commiseration.”
“Anytime,” Luis says, and is it Leon’s imagination, or does he sound disappointed?
Leon gives Luis a friendly wave and turns to go, but the floor is not where he left it, or he turns too fast, and he sways where he stands, listing in Luis’ direction. Luis is there in an instant, grabbing his elbow, keeping him upright.
“Wow, you weren’t kidding.” Luis tightens his grip on Leon’s elbow, close enough that Leon can smell his cologne again. He resists the urge to turn his head, bury his face in Luis’ neck, just to get more of that enticing scent. “You’re not driving, right?”
“I got a room.” Leon rummages around in his pockets until he finds the keyring with the plastic tag, the number 8 in a fading, white script. He rattles the ring pointedly. “See?”
“So you do and right next door to mine.” Luis waves his own keyring, but tucks it away too quickly for Leon to read the number. He digs a ten out of his pocket and tosses it on the bar. “Think I’ll call it a night, too.”
Leon blinks, confused. “But you just got here.”
Luis shakes a finger at him. “Ah, but you did not see the drinks I had earlier before I decided to introduce myself.”
Leon hadn’t really bothered to look around the bar in depth before he made himself at home in the corner, so Luis could have been here all along, come to think of it. Though why he sauntered over to make friends with Leon, he has no idea. For want of a friend?
“Okay,” Leon says.
“Does Officer Leon want to make sure I get home safely?” Luis asks, already starting for the door with a more steady swagger than Leon’s tilting slouch.
Leon feels like he hasn’t stopped flushing since Luis first smiled at him. “I guess it is part of my duty,” he says, hurrying to catch up and nearly tripping over his own feet.
“My knight in shining armor,” Luis drawls as he spins to push the door open with his ass, dipping into a playful bow. “You’ll have graduated to rescuing cats from trees in no time.”
“Pretty sure that’s the fire department.”
Luis tosses his head back and laughs, his voice echoing into the night sky. Outside, the air is cooler and fresher, the moon beaming down bright and pale. The door closes on the raucous noise of the bar, leaving only the rush of the occasional passing vehicle and the audible buzz of the neon lights for the motel next-door.
Leon pauses to take in a deep breath, the chill helping to chase away some of the alcohol heat. He feels a lot less dizzy without the smoke haze and the muggy heat choking him up.
“Helping old ladies cross the street then.” Luis moves closer, walking in step with Leon now, gravel crunching underfoot. “Or whatever it is good old American boys like you do.”
Leon shoves his hands in his pockets, stepping over a massive pothole with this morning’s rain still pooling in the depression. “Save people, I hope.” Though he’s not off to a good start. He hasn’t even made it to the precinct yet.
“Save people,” Luis echoes, and he looks up at the sky, his forehead furrowing. “That’s a lot harder than it sounds.”
“No kidding,” Leon says.
Luis huffs a wry kind of laugh and gives Leon a sidelong look. “Well, bright kid like you, I’m sure you can do anything you put your mind to.” He rests his hand on the back of Leon’s neck again, giving it a big squeeze. His fingers are warm, strong, and Leon doesn’t think about them elsewhere, because he’s not supposed to think about it.
“Still not a kid,” Leon reminds him. He doesn’t shake off Luis’ hand, but it vanishes a moment later anyway. He tells himself he’s not mourning the loss.
“Sure. Where did you say you were heading again?”
“Raccoon City.” Leon waves to the road behind them. “It’s pretty much the only place that road goes to, right? I better not be lost.” That would just be the icing on the cake.
“No, you’re right. That’s where it goes.” Luis gets a funny look on his face that Leon can’t interpret before he stops and kicks a heel at the gravel, tilting his chin toward the motel. “Number eight. That’s you, isn’t it?”
Leon stops in front of his door, wrestling the key out of his pocket. “Yeah, it’s me.” He puts the key in the lock as Luis steps away from him. Leon feels the distance keenly for no reason at all. “Thought I was walking you back to yours though.” He leans back. “Which one are you? Seven? Nine?”
“That was what we adults call a fib,” Luis teases as he leans against the wall to the left of the door, propping one leg over the other, his hands buried in his pockets. “You looked unsteady.”
Leon opens his mouth to argue, but well, Luis has a point. “Fair enough,” he says, and turns the key, opening the door. It creaks open a few inches, the interior dark and giving off that faint musty smell that all old motels seem to have.
It looks empty and lonely, reminding Leon of all the reasons he’d gone straight to the bar in the first place, instead of immediately crashing on the bed for some sleep so he could keep on driving tomorrow. Luis is right. He really shouldn’t drink anymore lest he run the risk of not making it back to the room, but–
He chances a glance at Luis, who by all accounts, should be striding off to his own room by now. He’s not though. He’s just leaning by Leon’s door, his expression unreadable. It’s like he’s waiting for something. But what?
“Something wrong?” Luis asks.
Leon ducks his head, trying to hide behind his hair. “No, I just realized I don’t want to be alone. That’s all.” He shrugs, trying to laugh it off. “It’s stupid.”
Luis’ eyes sparkle. “I know how to fix that.”
“What? More alcohol?” Leon snorts.
“Nope.” Luis pops the word and then he makes no effort to hide the fact he’s looking Leon up and down. Is he… checking Leon out? What? Is this really happening? “You could invite me in for coffee.”
Leon blinks, struggling to parse the request. Sure, he has one of those coffee machines in his room that brews like two cups of watery coffee, but who in their right mind actually drinks that?
Wait.
Maybe Luis doesn’t actually mean coffee.
“Are you flirting with me?” Leon blurts out, surprised by his own daring, and haunted by how much he hopes he’s not wrong, and worried that he’s completely wrong and Luis is going to react poorly to the very implication.
Luis grins and hooks his thumbs in his belt loops, shoulder tilted against the wall. “That depends.”
“On…?”
“Whether or not you’ll punch me if I say yes,” Luis says, mouth still slanted in a grin, but a wariness to his eyes that suggests it’s happened before. The punching, that is. The flirting seems pretty common.
Still.
Leon flushes and this time, it colors his face and runs heat all the way down to his toes. “I wouldn’t punch you,” he says, and anger bubbles beneath his skin at the thought of anyone punching someone else for harmless flirtation when a simple ‘no, thank you’ will do just fine.
Luis’ shoulder slides across the wall, dragging his body a full step closer. “Then I guess I’m saying yes,” he says, or purrs actually, the roll of his accent vibrating through the air. “I was wondering when you’d notice.”
Oh, god. Oh, boy. Oh, fuck.
Leon licks his lips, and Luis watches him with darkening eyes. Leon’s head swims, maybe it’s the alcohol, but more likely, it’s the tension in the air, the promise Luis makes with the tilt of his body, the curve of his lips. Leon’s door is still ajar, and he doesn’t want to be alone, and it doesn’t have to mean anything more than that.
It can be a little secret he keeps. An indulgence he tells no one. A chance to embrace a part of himself he shoves so far down that he pretends it doesn’t exist.
“I didn’t, uh, realize.” Leon rubs the back of his neck as want roars through him with a speed so shocking, his head spins. “I’m not used to…”
“Men flirting with you?” Luis asks, but it’s with a dart of a look around them, as if scanning for prying eyes or eavesdroppers. He lowers the volume of his voice. “I’m surprised, pretty as you are.”
“Pretty?” Leon splutters. “I’m a guy. You don’t call guys ‘pretty’.”
Luis chuckles. “When they blush like you do, I call it like I see it.”
Shit.
It’s dark, but the moon is bright, and Leon knows damn well Luis can see how fiercely hot his face must be. He hadn’t felt this stumble-tongued and awkward since he tried to ask Tracy Hawthorne to the prom. Tried being the operative term here.
“If you say so,” Leon says, trying to play it off. He’s been called pretty before, usually by other men trying to insult him, but the way Luis says it, feels like a compliment. Makes something bloom warm and happy in his chest. “Do you want to come in then?”
Luis pushes off the wall, straightening, his thumbs hooked in his belt loops. “For coffee?”
“It doesn’t have to be coffee,” Leon says as he pushes the door further open, and fiddles with the key stuck in the lock. “I have, uh, water?”
Luis reaches around him, pressed so close to Leon’s back that the hair on the back of Leon’s neck rises, and his pulse picks up. He puts his left hand on Leon’s waist, and his right hand over Leon’s and gives the key a twist and wiggle. It pulls free immediately.
“Just needs a little finesse,” Luis says, twisting to look up at him, their faces inches apart. He gives Leon’s hip a little squeeze. He smells like nicotine and booze and something spicy.
“We should go inside,” Leon says as Luis’ fingers curl around his right hand. His thumb rubs over Leon’s palm, and his whole body tingles.
“Good idea.” Luis pulls away, and Leon stops himself from grabbing Luis and tugging him back around Leon, the warmth of him firm and unyielding.
They go inside, Luis closing the door as Leon beelines for the tiny coffeemaker tucked next to the dingy microwave jostling for space with a small television, all on the dresser. Leon’s never understood the point of dressers in a motel room. Who stays there long enough to unpack their clothes?
“Leon?”
He looks back over his shoulder.
Luis is standing in front of the closed door, the other tucked into his pocket. He hasn’t moved a step further into the room, like he’s getting ready to bolt at any second, just in case. “You know I didn’t mean actual coffee, right?”
Leon swallows thickly and looks down at the little cheap brand coffeemaker. “I know.”
“Just making sure. I mean, I’m happy to drink shitty coffee and chat and keep you company until you kick me out.” In his peripheral vision, Luis inches further into the room, within arm’s reach if Leon wanted to reach out. “If that’s all you want.”
His heart pounds so hard, he swears it echoes in his ears. Leon rests his hands on the edge of the dresser to keep himself upright, a wooziness that has nothing to do with alcohol threatening to tip him to the floor.
“It’s not,” he says, staring down at the imitation wood grain, fear and excitement both thick in his chest, around his lungs. “I want...” He trails off, half-ashamed to admit how new he is to this, and how much he wants it. Needs it.
Leon’s not a virgin. He’s had sex before, but only with women. His experience with men is nil on purpose, because Leon knows it’s not something he’s supposed to want. He doesn’t let himself look. He pushes it down as far as he can, until he can pretend the want doesn’t exist, and throws himself twice as hard into flirting with women. He keeps his eyes down in the communal showers.
“What do you want?” Luis prompts, sidling a half step closer.
Leon could reach out and touch Luis and vice versa, but he doesn’t, and Luis doesn’t either. Like he’s waiting for Leon to make the first move. Which is crazy because Leon has no idea what he’s doing or what he wants. He just wants.
“I don’t know.” Leon pushes back from the dresser, spinning toward Luis in a surge of exasperation, but it’s a movement too quick for his alcohol-soaked equilibrium. He tilts, one foot catching on nothing, and stumbles right at Luis, who grabs his arms to steady him.
They’re face to face now, inches apart, and Leon’s intensely aware of how close their lips are. How easy it would be to close the minute space and taste Luis for the first time. To cross that line Leon told himself he could never cross.
“Throwing yourself at me works, too,” Luis says with a wink.
“That was an accident,” Leon splutters, embarrassed by his own clumsiness, and how awful he is at this whole ‘being gay’ thing or whatever it is he is.
Luis raises an eyebrow, his fingers flexing around Leon’s forearms. “Want me to let go?”
“No!” Leon blinks at himself. Where had that frantic sound come from? Surely not his own mouth. “Um.”
“Um?” Luis echoes as his hand slides around Leon’s waist between the layers of his shirt and jacket, radiating heat against Leon’s lower back. “You were saying?”
Leon works his throat, but his mouth is dry. But he has to take a risk, so he sets his hands on Luis’ shoulders, narrower than his own but not what Leon’s used to. “Could you just kiss me?”
“Oh, I can definitely do that,” Luis purrs before he cups Leon’s jaw with his other hand and pulls him into a kiss.
Leon closes his eyes as their lips meet, unsure what to expect, but it’s not this. Soft lips, warm mouth, the careful tap of a tongue as if asking permission. Leon opens his mouth, and Luis sweeps inside, tasting like salt and liquor, not at all tentative. He pulls them closer together, his palm pressing in on Leon’s spine, and a hot clutch of yes settles in Leon’s groin.
He groans into the kiss, tightens his grip around Luis’ neck, dragging him closer, their chests bumping together, their lower halves in contact. Leon rocks his hips, just once, and the delicious grind of pressure makes his pulse skyrocket. Luis nips at his bottom lip, hands sliding down to cup Leon’s ass and give it a strong squeeze.
“Dios mio the ass on you,” Luis groans against his lips. He mouths along the curve of Leon’s jaw, exhaling warm and moist against his ear. “Is a kiss all you want, Officer Leon?”
Leon moans and grabs the back of Luis’ neck with one hand, threading his hand through Luis’ hair with the other. “No.” He leans into Luis, moving with the pressure of Luis’ hands on his ass, pulling him in for a grind. “I just don’t know…”
“What else there is?” Luis finishes for him and mouths down the side of his neck, nosing aside the collar of his jacket and tee to nip at bare skin. “So many things. Want me to show you?”
“Fuck,” Leon breathes as Luis’ teeth dig into his shoulder, and desire shoots down his spine like a lightning bolt. It’s way too hot in here, so Leon pulls frantically at his jacket, tossing it to the ground.
Luis’ mouth clamps on the side of his neck, tonguing at his skin, and Leon shivers. “I’m going to take that as a yes.” Luis laughs against his throat.
Leon paws at Luis’ shoulders, a dull throb spreading through his entire body, but worse in his groin, where his dick is trapped by his boxers and jeans. Luis’ hands slide up his back, under his shirt, rucking it up. Leon raises his arms so Luis can remove it. His shirt gets thrown to the side, to be nice and wrinkled for the morning, but the hunger in Luis’ eyes makes it worth it.
“You, too,” Leon says as he unzips Luis’ jacket and tries to push it off his shoulders. It looks great on Luis, and the pattern stitched into the brown leather is fascinating, but Leon still wants it off.
Luis grins as he shrugs out of his jacket, and leans over to drape it on the back of the chair that came with the squat desk. “Mind if we move this to the bed?” he asks as he puts his hands on Leon’s hips and guides him backward.
“No?” Leon’s never been the best at walking backward, but he trusts in Luis to guide him, only tripping on his own feet once.
“Good.” Luis’ grin widens as he gives Leon a playful shove. Leon topples backward, bouncing a little as his ass hits the bed first, followed by the rest of his body..
Luis kicks off his boots and follows Leon down, climbing up his body to perch on his hips. He’s still wearing his jeans, and they’re bulging at the front. Holy shit, this is really happening, Leon realizes seconds before Luis cages Leon’s shoulders with his arms, looking down at Leon like he’s a buffet and Luis a man starved for it.
“I am one lucky man,” Luis breathes before he dips his head and mashes their mouths together, a fierce collision of teeth and tongue. Arousal rattles through Leon’s body like a car crash, his head spinning.
He paws at Luis’ shirt, tugging at it, while he tries to concentrate on kicking off his shoes. He manages one, but his brain turns to mush at the press of Luis’ tongue, the weight of Luis’ body over his. He only has to rock his hips a little to get delicious pressure on his dick, and it feels so damn good, he keeps doing it, forgetting about the other shoe.
“Fuck, you taste good,” Luis says as he sits up, his palms sliding to Leon’s chest, rubbing over his pectorals like they’re tits. “What about these, eh?” Feel good?” He pinches Leon’s nipples between his fingers, and a shock of feel-good-more steals Leon’s breath.
“Hnnngh,” Leon groans, chest arching up, unconsciously seeking more.
It’s like there’s a direct line between his nipples and his cock. He grabs Luis’ thighs for something to hold onto, and pushes up against the sensation. Leon’s pinched his own nipples a few times, curious to see if they were sensitive, and it had felt interesting, but nothing like this. He wants more, and Luis must hear the silent demand, because his fingers keep going, pinching and plucking and pulling as Leon’s nipples tighten into buds.
“Ever thought about getting them pierced?” Luis asks through the dull roar of more-more-more chanting at the back of his head.
Leon peels open his eyes – when had he closed them? Luis had said something. “What?”
“Nothing.” Luis chuckles, and for some reason, stops. His hands go away, and it’s on the tip of Leon’s tongue to ask why when Luis bends down and takes one nipple into his mouth.
The protest dies before it forms.
Hot, wet, teeth and suction. Leon’s head spins. He grabs at Luis’ side, fingers locked around the cotton of his tee, abdominals tensing. Jolt after jolt after jolt, until he’s sure his boxers must be soaked with pre. His cock aches, and he wants more than just the absent friction of Luis’ weight, but what is more? How does he ask for it? He’s not usually in this position.
Leon chews on the inside of his cheek to muffle his gasps, but they escape him anyway, and when he sneaks a look down at Luis, Luis is looking back up at him with eyes liquid and dark.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he says, and abandons Leon’s nipples to sit up straight, his palms hot on Leon’s sternum. “I just want to eat you up.”
“I’m not stopping you.” Leon’s head spins. He’s hot and damp all over, already slick with sweat. He reaches down for his jeans, trying to loosen the belt and free himself, but his hands shaking too badly to cooperate, so he gives up. Besides, with Luis on top of him, he can’t do much else.
“I should be stopping myself,” Luis tugs off his shirt and throws it to the side, “but you are irresistible and if I don’t get my mouth on you, I think I might die.”
“Sounds good to me,” Leon says as Luis’ hands slide up his belly, across his ribs and re-discovers his nipples, rolling them between thumb and forefinger.
Leon jerks as sharp jolts of sensation rush through his body and straight to his dick. His toes curl, and he grabs Luis’ hips, trying to drag him down for some kind of friction. He’s regretting his jeans. And the one shoe.
Luis laughs and cups his cheek, his hand warm and barely calloused. He rubs his thumb over Leon’s bottom lip. “I want to fuck you,” he says, and Leon’s lips part, tasting the salt of Luis’ thumb. “S’that alright?”
“Yes,” Leon blurts out, insides twisting sharp, though a distant, rational part of his brain is reminding him he doesn’t even really know what that means. “I just– I’ve never–”
Luis kisses him, tongue plunging into Leon’s mouth, aggressive and wanting. Leon’s never been kissed like this before, like Luis wants to consume him, desperation in the nip of Luis’ teeth, the press of his tongue, the pressure of his fingers.
He pulls back, and Leon tries to follow, but Luis has all the leverage. Leon’s back hits the creaky mattress all over again.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I figured that out ages ago.” Luis slides to the side, one hand dragging down Leon’s chest and belly and landing over his groin. “We’ll make it up as we go, eh? You just say if you don’t like something.”
Leon groans, bucking up against Luis’ hand, though it’s not doing anything but sitting there as if Leon’s not hard and throbbing for it. “You’d have to actually do something for me to decide if I like it or not.”
“Ohh, testy, testy.” Luis laughs and bites at the curve of Leon’s jaw. He’s quick about undoing Leon’s belt, his button, his zipper, his fingers far more sure than Leon’s own. His hand dives into Leon’s jeans, cupping the hard heat of him. “This better?”
“Much.” Leon moans, heels digging into the edge of the mattress as he rocks up against the bare weight of Leon’s hand, and fists the comforter for want of anywhere else to put his hands. “Keep going.”
Luis gives him another squeeze. “I can do that,” he says like a promise, but then his hand vanishes, and that’s not fair at all.
Leon makes a noise of protest.
“Just getting these out of the way.” Luis grabs a handful of Leon’s jeans and boxers and whisks them off Leon’s legs in the space of a few breaths. He even manages to catch Leon’s last shoe on the way down, like some kind of magician.
Finally.
Leon groans with relief and cups himself, his fingers coming away sticky with pre, and his balls aching.
“Ah, let me handle that,” Luis says as he flicks Leon’s hand away. He nudges his way between Leon’s thighs, his palms skimming up Leon’s legs with a hum of appreciation. “Christ, you’re gorgeous. I want to bite your thighs.” His thumbs dig into the meat of Leon’s inner thigh.
The unfiltered appreciation coils hot in Leon’s chest, and he’s not sure if he’s flattered or embarrassed. Probably both. “They’re just legs.”
“They are works of art,” Luis corrects, but then he stops as if he’s finally noticed Leon’s dick, and now he’s staring at it. “Oh, fuck. I’ve changed my mind,” he breathes.
Disappointment clogs Leon’s throat. “Did I do something wrong?”
“Hell, no.” Luis curls his fingers around Leon’s dick and gives it a warm squeeze. Leon pumps up into Luis’ hips before he can stop himself. “I just really, really want to get this in me. That okay with you?”
“Sure. Whatever you want,” Leon says, and hopes it’s not a whimper. “You’re in charge here.”
“Am I now?” Luis strokes him again, smearing Leon’s slick around the head. “You’re a treasure, Leon. Sure wish I’d met you in another life.”
“Huh?” Leon says, brain fuzzy around the pleasure, the alcohol, the new sensations rippling through his body. The culmination of years of longing that answers a question he’s been too scared to ask.
“Nothing,” Luis says, for the second time tonight. “I still wanna sit on this, but I hope you don’t mind if I get a little taste first.” He doesn’t wait for an answer because he curls over and licks the head of Leon’s dick.
Sparks dance in Leon’s vision. His hands slam onto Luis’ shoulders, gripping maybe a bit too tight, but the pleasure licking up his spine is a roaring inferno. He throbs hard spilling pre in a liberal dribble, but Luis licks that up, and Leon’s toes curl. He slips deeper into Luis’ throat, and a sharp jolt of ecstasy zaps across his skin. His balls draw up tight.
“Stop, stop,” Leon cries, his fingers digging into Luis’ shoulders. “I’m gonna come!”
Luis pulls off his dick with a slurp, his lips wet as he licks them. “We can’t have that,” he says, and Leon curses at himself for asking Luis to stop.
“Thanks for the warning.” Luis sits back and starts to pull off his own jeans.
Leon watches because he can. Because Luis isn’t going to get angry if he catches Leon staring, and for the first time in his life, Leon can openly ogle another man. Luis is nowhere near as self-conscious as Leon, fishing something out of his pocket before tossing his pants over his shoulder.
He’s a bit thinner than Leon, more long in the torso, and his skin is a soft brown, though there are a few small scars here and there. He’s hard, his cock a little longer than Leon’s own, and Leon wants to touch him so badly. What would it feel like to have someone else’s cock in his hands? To taste it?
Luis crawls back up the bed, returning to Leon to steal a kiss. “Still with me?”
Leon gets his hands on Luis’ sides, his chest, his hips, his stomach, everywhere he can reach. Luis’ is hairier, too, and it’s such a novel difference. He tries to worm a hand between their bodies, to grasp the hot length pressed against his hip, but he can’t manage it, so he settles for touching Luis all over.
“Still here,” Leon says. “You’re in good shape for a scientist,” he adds, trying to be as complimentary as Luis has been. His tongue is too thick in his mouth, and they don’t train for pretty words at the academy.
“I try.” He sits on Leon’s thighs, considering Leon’s dick like it’s a puzzle. He rips open a packet of something with his teeth and squeezes it into his hand. “Now since this is your first time, I’m going to do you a solid and explain.”
Leon’s face burns with embarrassment. “Thank you, Professor Luis.”
“You’re welcome, Officer Leon,” Luis says with playful solemnity. He holds up a hand, shiny with something slick. “This is lube. It’s necessary. For both of us, but me especially.”
“For you?” Leon asks, but the question dies in his throat as Luis arches his body and reaches behind himself, fingers sliding into what can only be his asshole.
Well.
That answers that question.
Leon’s eyes go wide, his hands finding Luis’ hips, watching rapt as Luis’ arm moves from his efforts, and his face flushes red. His dick drips a few pearly drops onto Leon, and it occurs to him that he could be participating. So he tentatively reaches out and wraps a hand around Luis’ dick, marveling at the feel of another man’s cock in his hand. Feels like his own, for the most part, except he doesn’t have that feedback of touch.
Luis shudders, rocking into the tunnel of Leon’s fist. “Don’t,” he says, and Leon snatches his hand back like he’d been stung.
“Sorry,” Leon says, putting his hands back on Luis’ hips where it was safe.
“I’m not complaining, just saying, I want to get your dick in me before I go off like a rocket.” Luis says with a wink. “Lucky for me, I don’t need much prep.” He pulls out a condom and rolls it onto Leon’s dick like he’s had a lot of practice.
“What should I do?” Leon asks.
Luis grins and shifts forward, reaching down to guide Leon into place. “Hang on for the ride.”
“That’s awful,” Leon says, but he’s laughing anyway, at least until his laughs turn to gasps, and his thoughts fritz out to white static.
Hot. Tight. Squeezing. Leon’s fingers turn to claws on Luis’ hips, resisting the urge to yank as Luis sinks down onto him, inch by inch, and Leon’s breath is punched out of throat.
“Oh, fuck, oh, fuck, oh, fuck,” he doesn’t realize he’s chanting it until Luis makes a breath of a laugh, and his hands flatten on Leon’s abdomen.
“That good, eh, amigo?” Luis asks, trying for flirtatious, but he sounds out of breath and strained, and Leon has to peel his eyes back open from the pop-pop-pop of fireworks exploding behind his eyelids.
“Good,” Leon manages, his heels digging into the mattress as he drags his feet up for leverage, as Luis sinks down, down, down until his ass is on Leon’s hips, and the world is nothing but tight, tight heat.
Luis bites his bottom lip, his fingers curling in and out on Leon’s abdomen like a cat. “Knew you’d feel good,” he sighs, his knee trembling on either side of Leon’s hips, his whole body covered in a thin sheen of sweat that Leon wants to lick.
“So do you,” Leon says dumbly. What are words? He has no idea. The only thing he knows is the weight of Luis on top of him, the clenching heat wrapped around his dick.
Luis breathes a laugh. “Oh, yeah?” He cocks one eyebrow. “How about now?” He starts to move, rocking his hips forward and back, grinding down in circles, and Leon’s thoughts scatter.
He grabs at Luis’ hips, pulling him down as he bucks up, trying and failing to match the rhythm Luis sets. Hands press down on his abdomen as Luis moves with the motion, rising up and sinking down, a slap of skin on skin and starbursts at the back of Leon’s eyes.
“Guh,” Leon says as Luis offers another breathy laugh that devolves into a moan.
He trembles on top of Leon, squeezing down with every punch-up thrust, and Christ, he’s beautiful. He’s a marvel, abdomen flexing, a flush of crimson over his chest, hair sticking to the sweat on his forehead, tongue between his teeth. He’s too far away to kiss, and it’s a goddamn shame. His dick drips another fat drop, this time on Leon’s belly, and there’s enough coherence in there for Leon to realize he ought to reciprocate.
He gets his hand on Luis’ dick again, and this time, Luis groans, low and deep. He rocks his hips forward, into the tunnel of Leon’s fist, before he rolls back onto Leon’s dick. No protests at all.
“Just like that,” he pants, and moves faster, fucking Leon’s hand, fucking himself on Leon’s dick, his fingers turned to kneading claws on Leon’s belly.
It’s the hottest thing he’s ever seen.
Leon digs his heels into the bed, and tries to move faster, matching Luis’ rhythm, letting him take whatever he wants. He strokes Luis harder and faster, like he’d do for himself, except Luis feels different. He’s uncut, Leon realizes too late, but if there’s something different Leon should be doing, Luis isn’t saying it, so Leon sticks with what he knows.
“Want you to come first,” Leon says, his other hand gripping Luis’ hips, probably enough to leave a bruise, but Luis isn’t complaining. He tries to rock up, but there’s no leverage to be had. Luis has him pinned.
“Won’t be too hard,” Luis groans, rutting back and forth in sharp jerks, his insides a hot clutch around Leon’s dick. “I’m already close.”
“What should I do?” Leon asks, but Luis doesn’t answer him. His eyes squeeze shut, his body bowing forward, hips slamming down. His teeth are gritted, face flush, lips swollen, and Leon wants to kiss him. Wants to lick into his mouth, taste his desperation, feel every gasp against his lips.
Leon tightens his fist, thumbs the head, does that little twisting motion he’s discovered feels amazing, and then Luis’ back bows, his fingers turning to claws in the blanket. His cock throbs, pulsing wave after wave of come over Leon’s fingers. A few slip past, striping Leon’s chest and belly.
He’s immediately tighter than before, clamping down around Leon’s dick, and Leon shakes all over. It’s just a shade too close to not enough.
“Oh, fuck,” Leon groans.
He can’t stop himself from wrapping his arms around Luis, tugging him down, crushing Luis against his chest. He finally gets that leverage he’s been craving as he ruts upward, slamming into Luis, clutching the other man tight to his body.
Leon blindly seeks Luis’ lips, and their mouths bump together, less a kiss and more an intermittent tangle of tongues. Luis breaks away, tucks his face into the crook of Leon’s neck, and his teeth graze over Leon’s pulse. Leon shudders, sparks rushing down his spine, straight to his cock. There’s no stopping the tide that rushes out, ecstasy boiling over his body in a crashing wave. He spills into the condom, crushing Luis against his chest as his whole self rattles with the force of his orgasm.
Leon holds on to Luis, hips hitching in little pumps. Luis grinds down to meet him, milking him for every last drop. His lips skim a delicious pattern over Leon’s neck, his jaw, his lips. They’re kissing again, wet and messy, smearing spit over each other’s faces as Leon pants and struggles to catch his breath.
“Knew you’d go off like a firecracker,” Luis breathes with a delighted chuckle. He rocks his hips down, and squeezes around Leon’s dick.
Leon twitches, sensitive and over-stimulated, but in a way that isn’t a deterrent. “It was good,” he mumbles, brain swimming on a sea of orgasms and tequila. He’s had sex before, but god, nothing compares to this. It’s like he let go of everything that was holding him back.
“Just good?” Luis tries to sit up, fighting the cage of Leon’s arms until Leon finally relents and lets him peel away. Sweat and cum have made them sticky.
“Very good?” Leon tries, but the more he taps his vocabulary, the more his brain gives him a busy signal. Everything tingles in that way the body does after a really fucking good orgasm.
Luis laughs. “You are so damned cute.” He pats Leon gently on the cheek before flopping into a sprawl beside Leon, radiating heat. “The ladies must go crazy for you.”
“Less than you’d think.” Leon struggles to catch his breath, the air thick and humid and smelling of sex. He ought to get up, dispose of the condom, offer his guest some water, but all of his limbs feel like liquid.
“Right. Lady trouble. I remember.” Luis pats his belly, swirling a finger through the sticky remnants of his spend. “More for me then.”
Leon hums agreement. His eyes slip closed.
“You falling asleep on me?” Luis rolls away from him, reaching over the side of the bed for something, probably his boxers.
“No,” Leon lies as the post-nut satisfaction settles all the way to his bones. It takes effort to peel his eyes back open and even more effort to make himself sit up. “I’m awake.”
Luis emerges with a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. “Mind if I smoke?”
“It’s a non-smoking room.”
“Right. I forgot. Officer Leon.” Luis taps his own temple and rolls off the bed, jeans in hand. “Just gonna step outside for a moment then.” He tugs on his pants, only bothers with the zipper, and sweeps up his cigarettes. “Be right back.”
Luis tugs his hair free from the now messy bun and steps out the door, leaving it cracked open so that Leon can see he didn’t go any further than just outside it. He lights his cigarette with practiced motions and tilts his head back to exhale smoke to the stars. It’s a perfectly normal, perfectly casual action, and yet it makes something within Leon tighten with hunger.
He immediately feels ridiculous. Smoking is a bad habit. There shouldn’t be anything attractive by the sight.
Leon forces himself to get up, to dispose of the condom and find a washcloth before the spunk on his belly turns crusty and gross. He’s standing in the bathroom, washing his hands, when he looks in the mirror and sees the mark on the side of his neck, blotchy and crimson. He presses a damp finger to it, shivering at the memory of Luis’ mouth on his skin.
He had sex with a man.
He just had sex with a man.
He, Leon Kennedy, who only ever fantasized and never thought he’d actually do it, just had sex with a man. And he’d liked it. And he wants to do it again.
Holy shit.
Leon twists off the tap and steps back into the motel room proper just as Luis slides inside, waving off a few stray curls of smoke, the hair band around his wrist.
“Getting chilly out there,” he says, his skin pimpled with goosebumps, and his nipples tightened into little nubs. His jeans hang loose on his hips, a trail of hair leading down toward the undone button.
Hunger punches Leon in the gut. His dick twitches. He hasn’t gotten to taste, and he doesn’t know if there will be another chance.
Luis tilts his head. “You alright?” he asks, something wary in his tone. He stays near the door, one hand on the knob, like he’s about to bolt back out if Leon so much as twitches wrong.
He’s probably had some asshole or another decide that their internalized homophobia was his fault rather than their own. The thought fills Leon with rage. He wishes he could find whoever those jerks were and teach them a lesson. Even if it is pretty common. After all, there’s a reason Leon’s never acted on his own impulses.
Still.
He doesn’t like that Luis is wary of him.
Leon crosses the small room in a few steps – notes the barely hidden wince and tightening of Luis’ hand on the knob – before he curls his arms around Luis and pulls him in for a kiss. Luis makes a muffled sound of surprise, but he melts quick enough, his mouth opening to the press of Leon’s tongue, the taste of nicotine strong on his breath.
Leon tugs him close, their bodies aligned, his cock nestled against the roughness of Luis’ jeans. He drags his hands down Luis’ back and fondles his ass as he devours Luis’ mouth with his own. One taste isn’t enough.
It’s late.
Leon should go to bed so he can get up early and head to Raccoon City. But that means going back into the closet, so can anyone blame him for wanting to make this night last a little longer?
“Guess you don’t want me to go back to my room?” Luis drapes his arms over Leon’s shoulders. He goes liquid-relaxed in Leon’s embrace, all of the tension drained out of him, and it’s a much better look on him.
“Only if you want to.” Leon noses into the underside of Luis’ jaw, mouthing at the barely-there rasp of a growing beard, the little bump of his Adam’s apple. All stark reminders that he’s with another man. “Or you can stick around for that water.”
Luis laughs, the vibrations of it tickling Leon’s lips. “You’re such a good host. Too bad I’m not that thirsty.”
“I am,” Leon says, and he leans back to look pointedly at Luis. “Do you mind?” He hopes Luis gets the memo, Leon’s not that great at innuendo, but he’s trying.
“Why would I mind?” Luis asks, but the question trails off when Leon starts to sink to his knees, letting his hands rest over Luis’ zipper. Actions speak a lot louder than words after all.
Leon looks up at Luis, tongue flicking over his lips. “I’ve never done it before so I don’t know how good I’ll be.”
Luis mutters a swear in what must be Spanish because Leon doesn’t recognize it. His eyes are wide with surprise. “Just mind your teeth. Otherwise I’m pretty sure I’m going to enjoy it.”
“Got it.”
Leon steels himself and pulls down Luis’ zipper, causing his jeans to sag on his narrow hips. Leon tugs them down further, to mid-thigh, as the scent of musk and arousal floats to his nose. Luis is already starting to plump just from the suggestion of oral sex, but he’s not cut, so his foreskin still hides the head. No problem. Leon can do this.
Leon leans forward, taking the tip into his mouth, tonguing it gently. Luis sucks in an audible breath, and his hands hit the door. He stumbles a half-step, colliding with the door as if he needs it to hold himself up, but he doesn’t stay stop. So Leon keeps going, sucking Luis into his mouth, Luis’ dick thickening on his tongue and filling his mouth.
Luis makes an inarticulate noise, and it turns into a gasp when Leon carefully touches his balls. He cradles them gently, and Luis jerks, bucking toward him. He’s just hard enough that the head of his dick bumps Leon’s soft palate, and his throat spasms.
Leon backs off to catch his breath, wrapping his hand around Luis’ dick in the meantime.
“Sorry,” Luis says, his face turning pink around the edges as if embarrassed. “That was rude of me.”
“S’okay,” Leon grins up at Luis as he strokes Luis’ dick tentatively, trying to figure out what Luis seems to like best. He already knows the hand-twist is a winner, but he doesn’t know how to do that with his mouth. “I’ll take it as a compliment.”
“It is.” Luis raises a hand and tentatively rests it on Leon’s head, fingers carding through his hair. “You can stop if you want.”
“Fuck that.” Leon braces himself and puts his mouth back on Luis before the other man can protest again.
Luis is almost fully hard, and he fills Leon’s mouth. Leon rolls the length along his tongue, presses it against the roof of his mouth, explores it with the tip of his tongue. Luis’ fingers scrape over his scalp, and he makes a needy noise.
Leon’s the one on his knees, but Luis can barely stand, his legs trembling, and he’s making all these hungry noises. It feels a lot like Leon has the power here, and that thought has him sucking Luis deeper, dribbling spit as he licks and sucks, stroking what he can’t take with his fist. He likes the weight of Luis on his tongue, the smell of his musk on every inhale, the little hitches of Luis’ body – hungry thrusts into the heat of Leon’s mouth.
Both of Luis’ hands are on his head, restless, carding through his hair, petting him. He’s murmuring encouragement and praise in equal measure, his voice slipping into Leon’s ears like silk. Leon’s touching himself with one hand before he thinks twice about it, and he swallows Luis a little deeper, lips bumping against his own knuckles.
Luis sucks in a sharp breath. “Christ, Leon. You’re a marvel.”
Leon looks up at him, and Luis is looking back, eyes wide and dark. He cups Leon’s face, thumb sweeping over Leon’s spit-slick bottom lip, stretching around Luis’ dick. There’s something appreciative in the touch, and Leon shivers again, a curl of want tightening harder and faster in his belly.
He pulls back, lets Luis slip from his lips, but keeps his fist there, stroking Luis up and down. “It’s good?”
Luis groans and tilts his head back. “It’s more than good,” he says to the ceiling before he looks down again. His thumb rubs Leon’s bottom lip again. “But unless you want a faceful of cum, you gotta stop.”
“Well, maybe I do,” Leon says and touches the tip of his tongue to Luis’ thumb, tasting salt-sweat. “I mean, if that’s what you want.”
“I want to fucking keep you,” Luis says, his tone so blunt that a wave of heat washes over Leon. He has to be blushing.
Luis rocks his hips forward just a little, and the head of his cock bumps against Leon’s cheek, leaving a smear of prefluid behind. “Tell you what. Why don’t you pick? Down your throat or on your face?”
Leon honestly doesn’t know. Except maybe the risk of getting a glob of semen in his eye doesn’t sound like fun. Semen’s bitter, and if it’s anything like other bitter things, that’ll sting. No thanks.
“My–” He pauses, has to swallow to get his nerves right, because even saying it feels horribly lewd. “My throat.”
Luis’ thumb slides over his bottom teeth, his cock throbbing around Leon’s grip. Pre gathers at the tip of his dick, hanging there like a temptation. “You sure?”
“Yeah,” Leon says around Luis’ thumb. He squeezes himself, a shudder shooting lightning-quick down his spine.
“You’re gonna kill me,” Luis groans. He wraps his hand around Leon’s, guiding himself back to Leon’s mouth. “Open up, sweetheart.”
And Leon’s mouth slips open before he fully registers the request, moaning at the hot slide of Luis over his tongue, the way Luis looks down at him like he’s the hottest thing in the universe.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Luis chants under his breath as his dick eases into Leon’s mouth, bumps his soft palate again, and this time, Leon doesn’t flinch. Just shudders all over, a burst of goosebumps across his skin.
Leon drops his hand, lets Luis take the lead, Luis stroking himself in long, thick pulls as he rubs the head of his cock all over the inside of Leon’s mouth. His abdomen flexes, chest heaving with rapid breaths, and the way he’s looking at Leon sets his thoughts on fire.
His knees ache a little. His neck, too. But Leon doesn’t move. His mouth waters, and pre slips over his tongue, salt-bitter, so he licks it away, swallows awkwardly around the cock in his mouth. He goes lax, let’s Luis use his mouth in whatever way he likes best. Luis swears again, his hips rocking, hand moving faster over his dick.
“Just like that, don’t move,” he pants, bottom lip caught between his teeth before it pops free. “That’s it. Good boy.”
Leon shudders, the praise singing in his ears and pulsing through his cock. He grabs Luis’ hips, holding tight, as Luis pushes further into his mouth, a little faster, knuckles bumping his lip. Fingers rub over Leon’s scalp, and the moan slips out before he can stop it. Spit gathers in the corners of his mouth, and when he swallows, he pushes the head of Luis’ cock up against his palate.
“Fuck,” Luis breathes, and his hips jerk. He curls forward, hand shaking on Leon’s head, as the hot splash of come hits Leon’s tongue, bitter and sticky.
His jaw aches, but Leon doesn’t move, just swallows around the cock in his mouth, taking every drop Luis gives him, until there’s nothing left. Luis pants, his eyes glazed with satisfaction, massaging his dick to squeeze out a few more drops. Leon licks his cockhead clean, just to watch Luis twitch, probably oversensitive.
Only then does he pay attention to the desperate throbbing at the apex of his own thighs. He’s hard, and has been for several minutes, the head wet with pre and begging for attention. Leon gives himself a few strokes, spine curling, need clenching desperate in his belly.
“Oh, hell no,” Luis says before he grabs Leon’s face and bends over to kiss him, tongue bullying into Leon’s mouth. “I’m taking care of that myself. Come on.”
“What?” Leon asks, dazed from the kiss.
Luis pulls him to his feet and tugs him toward the bed, shoving his jeans down between one step and the next. Leon stumbles after him, cock aching, jaw sore, the taste of spunk on his tongue. He topples onto the mattress, back bouncing off the aged springs, and Luis follows him down, kissing Leon with a fervent sweep of his tongue.
Leon moans and reaches for his cock again, but Luis bats his hand away. He perches between Leon’s thighs instead, spreading them wide with a push of his knees.
“You did something nice for me, so I’m going to do something nice for you,” Luis says as he drags his mouth down Leon’s chest, pausing to swirl his tongue around one of Leon’s nipples.
A jolt goes from Luis’ mouth straight to Leon’s cock. “Sound good?”
“Sure,” Leon says. “Whatever you say.”
Luis grins and sits back on his heels. He pulls his hair back up into a messy ponytail. “Professor Luis is going to teach you all about the joys of having a prostate.”
“Okay,” Leon says. “Am I getting an orgasm out of it?”
Luis winks. “You’ll see.” He fishes around in the blankets before pulling out a foil packet, similar to what he had earlier. “There should be just enough left in here.”
“Of what?”
There’s an obscene squelching noise before Luis throws the packet toward the floor. “Like I said, lube is required.”
Somewhere in the middle of the need-need-need pulsing through Leon’s brain, Luis’ words make sense. But all he can think about is how hard he is, how hot Luis looks, and how much Luis is not touching him.
“Get on with it,” he says, and prays it didn’t come out like a whine, but it must have, because Luis’ grin gets bigger.
“Yes, sir,” Luis purrs, and he bends over to take Leon into his mouth, his beautiful, beautiful mouth.
Leon groans, and his hips buck of their own accord, but Luis’ hand is there, holding them down. He’s focusing on just the head, tonguing around the frenulum, and little sparks of joy lick like firecracker’s up Leon’s spine. It feels damn good, but it’s nothing new.
And then he feels slippery-slide of fingers between his ass cheeks, one prodding at his asshole, and a mix of surprise and sheer pleasure pours over Leon in a flood. His legs push wider, straining the limits of his flexibility, as Luis’ finger circles his hole, a tentative pressure against something Leon had never realized was so sensitive.
“Oh,” he breathes.
Luis looks up at him, about as smug as a person could look with a cock in their mouth, and then he pushes his finger into Leon, a slow slide that goes deeper and deeper, until he can’t go any further, his knuckles grinding against the meat of Leon’s ass.
“Hnnngh,” Leon says, because Luis doubles-down on the tongue action, teasing at Leon’s slit and swirling around the head, until he backs off.
“You should always start with one finger for an inexperienced partner,” Luis says like he’s taking his role as educator seriously.
He lays his cheek on Leon’s thigh, his exhales wafting across Leon’s dick. His finger keeps up a steady motion, in and out, in and out, his knuckle catching on the rim.
Leon sucks in a breath, squeezing down on the finger. It’s a strange sensation, but not an unpleasant one. It’s nice like a massage is nice. Nothing that’s going to make him come though.
“Though you’re so pretty and relaxed for me, I think I can easily move up to two,” Luis murmurs as he nuzzles into the base of Leon’s cock.
“Will it get me off faster?” Leon asks.
“Absolutely.” Luis’ finger withdraws and returns return with a friend, a thicker press that nudges up against Leon’s hole and works its way inside.
He sucks in a breath, unconsciously tensing, gripping at the blanket for lack of anything else to hold onto. His back arches, ass pushing down toward Luis’ fingers, and Luis mouths the head of his cock as a delicious distraction to the slight burn. Leon rolls up toward Luis’ mouth, encouraging Luis to take him deeper, and Luis hums a little laugh that vibrates right over his dick.
A hot sensation of bliss jolts through Leon’s body. Liquid heat rushes through his veins as Luis purrs “ahhh, there he is,” and Leon whimpers as the jolt deepens to a deep, heavy pulse that peppers across his skin in ecstatic bursts. He turns to liquid, melting into the mattress, all of his focus on that spot Luis keeps flirting over, his dick a hot throb on Luis’ tongue, and his thoughts shattering to starbursts.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” Luis asks, and Leon tries to answer, he really does, but all of his thoughts are jumbled up letters, incoherent and ruined by sensation.
“Guh,” Leon says.
Luis laughs and sucks an open mouthed kiss on the inside of Leon’s legs, a light jolt of pain that restores an inch of clarity. Or maybe that’s because Luis’s fingers have shifted, and they’re no longer tap-dancing on whatever reduced Leon to a puddle of goo.
“That, amigo, is your prostate,” Luis says.
Leon peels open his eyes, trying to remember when he’d squeezed them shut. “Uh huh,” he pants. “More?”
“You are so fucking cute,” Luis says, and his fingers slide back into Leon, rubbing along his walls before finding that spot – his prostate – and Leon sees stars.
He groans, pushing down against Luis’ fingers, trying to urge them deeper. There’s an itch that needs to be scratched, and no wonder Luis had sat on his cock so eagerly. His own dick throbs, neglected, and Leon reaches for it, only for Luis to bat his hands away and take Leon into his mouth again.
“Fuck,” Leon hisses, back arching, hips rocking, torn between moving up into the heat of Luis’ mouth, and down onto the press of Luis’ fingers, even thicker now. Three maybe? When did he add the third?
No, it doesn’t matter. Not when Luis is tonguing at his cock, and his fingers press deeper and harder. When the pleasure is like a bonfire crackling up his spine. Leon gasps, everything within him pulling taut and wanting. Something like a whine tries to eke out of his throat, so he shoves his fist into his mouth to muffle the pathetic noise.
It’s overwhelming, and he flails for something, anything to hold onto, when a hand grabs his and threads their fingers together, pressing it down to the mattress. It grounds him back in his body where he twitches this way and that, pleasure building and building until it shatters, and his whole body seizes up.
Wave after wave of ecstasy pulses through his body, and he doesn’t remember to breathe until it abruptly releases him. He sucks in a desperate gulp of air, sweat coating his body, salt and skin on his tongue, knuckles aching from a too-tight squeeze.
The mattress shakes, but no, it’s just Luis climbing up his body, peppering him in kisses that Leon’s too dazed to properly return. His hearts beating so rapidly in his chest, he’s worried he might be having a heart attack. Except he’s only twenty one, so that’s ridiculous.
“It’s not a heart attack,” Luis says with a little laugh, which means Leon must have worried aloud, as he sometimes does. “It’s just a really good orgasm.” He smears a kiss across Leon’s jaw before flopping onto the mattress beside him.
“Good to know,” Leon says with a feeble wave of his hand. He thinks he might have ascended for a second there.
Luis curls next to him, absently stroking Leon’s chest and abdomen. “You going to make it, Officer Leon?”
He manages a loose thumbs up, his heart rate gradually calming, and his breathing settling to a more natural pace. Holy fucking shit.
“God, I want to keep you,” Luis says into the crook of Leon’s neck. “Can’t believe I got so lucky.”
“Me, too,” Leon croaks. He forces his body into motion, turning his head to press a kiss to Luis’ sweaty forehead. “I don’t think I can move.”
“Who says you have to?” Luis kisses Leon’s shoulder and sits up with an exaggerated stretch of his arms.
He’s up and off the bed with more energy than someone ought to have after a night of drinking and two orgasms. Leon sleepily watches Luis bustle around the room, fishing out his boxers to pull them on, washing up at the sink, tossing Leon a damp rag to mop at himself halfheartedly. It’s not until Luis starts pulling on his jeans that Leon suspects Luis might be planning to go.
“You can stay,” Leon says, fighting wave after wave of sleepiness as it tries to pull him under. Luis might be full of energy, but a day of driving, plus drinking, plus sex, and Leon’s about two minutes from passing the fuck out.
Luis has his arms through his sleeves, but he pauses mid-dress. “Oh.” He kind of shifts his weight and looks around the room as if the answer might be hiding in the paisley curtains. “I figured you’d want to sleep alone.”
“Not really,” Leon says. It would be kind of nice to fall asleep next to a warm body, even if Luis is practically a stranger. He doesn’t want to beg though so he gives Luis what he hopes is a convincing look.
It must work because Luis sighs and takes his shirt back off, laying it neatly over the back of the chair. Off go the jeans, too, though he keeps his boxers on.
“You can’t just give a guy puppy eyes like that and expect him to turn you down,” Luis says as he crawls back onto the bed next to Leon.
“I don’t have puppy eyes.” Leon flops over, throwing an arm over Luis, who is radiating a comfortable heat, despite the otherwise humid temperature of the room. He’s not getting up to adjust the thermostat though.
“Yes, you do.” Luis shifts, leaning over to tug the cord for the bedside lamp, dropping the room into dim shadows cut by the street lamps filtering through the gaps in the curtains. “You’re lucky I find it cute.”
Leon doesn’t dignify that with a reply. He scoots closer to Luis, tucking his face against Luis’ neck, breathing in the scent of nicotine and cologne and whatever it is Luis uses to wash his hair.
His eyes drift shut, sleep the sweetest allure at the moment.
Luis exhales quietly. “Just too damn cute,” he mutters.
Leon thinks about a proper retort, but the pull of sleep is too strong. He drifts in that pre-sleep haze, Luis warm and soft beneath him, and it’s a damn sight better than passing out drunk in his motel room. Maybe that means things are turning around.
Maybe in the morning Leon can take a risk and see if Luis wants to exchange numbers. Maybe Luis isn’t going too far from Raccoon City and they can meet up on the weekends or something.
It’s worth a shot.
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