by Leta Blake
“Good,” Leo said. “Because it’s true, and I’m ready. So.” He looked at Grant expectantly. “Get on with it.”
Grant shook his head and couldn’t stop from laughing. “It’s gonna take a bit more than that. Where’s the lube?” Though he knew exactly where it was. He opened the drawer beside the bed, bringing out the lubrication and the condoms Leo had shown him the other day after their talk. “Just in case,” he’d said at the time.
“Do we need these?” Leo asked, picking up the box of condoms. “I know I’m okay.”
Grant also knew that Leo was okay. He’d seen Leo’s medical records, after all.
As for himself, even when Leo first arrived in town, it’d been a few months since he’d hooked up with anyone outside of a hand job. Easy tail was hard to come by in Blountville and required some special planning to avoid the uncomfortable scenario he’d faced when a young Grindr hookup decided they were boyfriends and followed him around town.
But Grant was STD-free. He tested. Regularly. And he’d always been careful. Except that first time, years ago, when he’d been too young, too horny, and too scared the guy would leave before the deed was done to insist on it. But, yes, he was fine.
“Yeah, I’m sure, too. We don’t need them,” Grant said.
Leo chucked the box to the floor and his eyes lit up. “Okay then.”
Grant whispered, “Done it like this before? Without anything?”
Leo shook his head, a mix of bashfulness and pure lust on his face. Grant lay down on top of Leo, covering him with his body, rolling his hips so that their cocks pressed together.
He ran his hands over Leo’s hair, as he gazed down into Leo’s eyes. “You are so hot,” Grant said. “Do you have any idea how hot you make me?”
Leo’s smile was liquid and sweet, and he said, “Yeah. I make you pretty hot.”
“Mmm,” Grant turned Leo’s head to the side and kissed his cheek, the side of his mouth, his ear, and breathed in the scent of his neck. Then he turned Leo’s head to the other side and did the same. It was tender, and necessary, and he had to take care, make sure that Leo felt how much he wanted him, how much he felt.
Grant grabbed Leo’s hands, careful of the forearm where the fistula went in, and pushed them down against the bed, forcing them back a little, and Leo’s eyes went dark with want.
“We’re going to do this my way, and I promise, Leo, I’ll take care of you. You can tell me to stop at any point. I won’t be upset. I want you to want this as much as I do.”
“I do,” Leo breathed. “Come on, Grant. Come on and do it already.”
“Slowly, baby. Slowly.”
• • •
Leo’s mouth was like the sea, wet and beautiful. Grant dove in for more before he moved down Leo’s body, watching Leo squirm; he took his time, letting Leo’s body and reactions move and direct the flow between them.
Leo’s ass was gorgeous, and Grant loved to eat it, working his tongue in until Leo was a sobbing, aching, squirming mess on the bed. He loved to bite at Leo’s hole and nip at his balls until Leo alternately stuck his ass out and scrambled to get away. He loved how Leo whimpered, “Grant, Grant, oh, God, Grant,” either way.
It took a while to get Leo ready, to get his ass wet enough and loose enough that Grant would even consider putting more than lubed fingers inside. But eventually Leo was amply open, spread out on the bed like an offering, and Grant’s fingers stroked in and out, fast and slow, keeping Leo on edge. He ran his hand up and down Leo’s thigh, up to his chest and back down again, soothing him, talking him through the still-new sensation of anal orgasms. “I’ve got you, Leo. Shh, now. That’s it. You’re okay.”
Leo’s legs shook as another seized him, his cheeks stained pink beneath the damp hair on his forehead, as his hole convulsed on Grant’s fingers. He crooned and moaned mindlessly, and his eyes burned with lust every time he opened them to stare at Grant. His cock was hard, flushed rosy against his stomach, and drooling there as Grant relentlessly worked his prostate. He was nearly incoherent with pleasure, begging with his body and his mouth. “Please, Grant. Please. I need you.”
He was desperate enough now. He’d open up for Grant with just a little guidance.
Grant lubed up his cock and climbed between Leo’s legs. Bending down for a kiss, he caught Leo’s sobs of frustrated need with his mouth. When he moved on to suck on the skin over Leo’s collar bones, Leo begged him to get on with it, alternating pleas with urgent lifts of his hips, trying to get Grant’s cock closer to his ass.
Finally, Grant pushed Leo’s legs up, rubbing his cock in Leo’s lubed crack, pushing slightly against the open pulse of Leo’s hole. Hungrily, Leo arched up, pressing his hands against Grant’s ass, trying to drag him inside.
Grant gazed down at Leo’s face, wanting to see everything as he finally pressed in. And fuck, Leo was tight, so tight. But his sweet moan and expression of awe told Grant that it was good, and that if it hurt at all, it was a good hurt. Grant clenched his jaw, twined his fingers with Leo’s, slick palms pressing together. “Just breathe for me now.”
Leo stared up at him with wide eyes obeyed. On his exhale, Grant pushed. Both of them gasped, clutching each other as Leo opened up and took him in. He was velvet hot and so tight inside. Grant bit down on the inside of his cheek to keep from thrusting harder, wanting more, wanting it all now. He was shocked at how good it felt, how much better without a condom—wet, and raw, and somehow pure.
“Oh,” Leo said, shocked. There was no pain or pleasure in his tone, just surprise. When Grant pushed a little more, sliding farther past the tight ring of Leo’s asshole, Leo’s eyes rolled up and his noise turned into a drawn out, “Ooooh.” He grabbed Grant’s arms and stilled him. “Oh, my God,” he whimpered.
“It’s a lot of sensation,” Grant whispered. “You okay?”
Leo nodded, his eyes squeezed shut, and then he opened them, staring up at Grant in astonishment. “It’s good. I’m okay, Grant. You feel so good.”
Grant moved slowly, pumping in and out, going deeper with each thrust. Leo’s body seemed to melt under him, taking him more and more easily, until Leo was moving his hips along with him, taking him in, and squeezing Grant as he pulled out. He moaned, clutching at Grant’s ass, pulling him in tighter, deeper, and struggling to keep him there longer. It became a heated push and pull of Grant trying to fuck Leo, and Leo trying to keep Grant as far inside him as he could manage.
“This is…oh, Grant,” Leo murmured, his body arching greedily, his eyes rolling back, his toes curling and uncurling as Grant moved against him. His cock slid against Grant’s stomach with each thrust, and pre-come slicked their skin.
Grant needed to take control, though. The grappling was hot, and it was good, but he wanted to show Leo what it could feel like, how it could be. He backed off, taking hold of Leo’s hands when he tried to grab him back again. “Hold on, Leo. I’ve got you. Trust me.”
Leo eased against the mattress, though his entire body seemed to jitter with want as Grant moved Leo’s legs up to his shoulders. He grabbed Leo’s hands and held them down on the pillow, watching closely as he started to move again. Thrusting hard, moving fast, Grant moaned with desire. Leo’s face crumpled in pleasure, his mouth opened in a round O, and his body tensed and relaxed with each thrust. Grant licked his lips, looking down to see Leo’s cock spill slick strings of pre-come between them.
“Oh, Grant,” Leo said, and his voice was deep, thick with desire. He gasped and jerked as Grant plowed into him. “Oh, that—oh, that…I, oh…”
Leo shuddered and Grant stroked in and out at the same angle. Leo lit up and fall apart, his face shifting between pure ecstasy to a near fear of what he was feeling, and back again.
“It’s okay, Leo. I’m right here,” Grant said, moving faster, reaching between them to jerk Leo’s cock. “I’m right here. Let go.”
Leo trembled under him, nipples taut and eyes rolled up again. His body was tight and hot around Grant’
s cock. He quivered inside and out as he struggled beneath Grant, fighting the pleasure, unwilling to surrender to orgasm yet.
Grant’s own pleasure was escalating out of control. He needed Leo to peak. “Come on, let me see you.”
Leo’s eyes squeezed shut and, as he shook his head, sweat flew from his hair. He jerked his arms free of where Grant had been holding them back, grabbed Grant’s head and pulled him down for a kiss, whining into Grant’s mouth and biting at his lips. “Please,” he whispered. “Need you. Need you so much.”
Grant understood what Leo couldn’t seem to say. He slapped Leo’s ass hard, driving in at the same time. Leo shouted and gripped handfuls of Grant’s hair, guiding his mouth down. He bit Leo’s neck hard enough to feel his ass clench on his dick, before pulling back to watch Leo tense, arch, and come around him.
Squeezing Grant’s cock so tightly, Leo spurted between them with sweet, shocked whimpers. Grant touched Leo’s cheek, wiping a stray bit of come that had made it that far, and he stared down into Leo’s wrecked face as he fucked into Leo’s still spasming ass.
“I love you,” Leo whispered.
Grant was shocked, completely shocked that that declaration was what he needed. He bowed his head, resting his forehead on Leo’s scarred chest as he came, aching to his soul with how damn good it was. Leo’s hands rubbed up and down his back, and Grant trembled at Leo’s breath against his hair.
This was love and he was deeply in it.
• • •
Grant rested on his side, his chin on Leo’s shoulder and two fingers in Leo’s sticky ass. He felt for his own come, smoothing it around Leo’s hole, and then plunged his fingers in again. He kissed Leo’s neck and whispered, “That was incredibly hot.”
Leo was silent, and Grant propped up on his elbow and looked down at him, concerned. He pulled his fingers free, but Leo grabbed his hand and forced it back down.
“Don’t stop,” Leo said, his voice threaded with amazement.
Grant’s eyes burned with surprise tears. He had to bury his face in Leo’s neck for a moment as he pushed his fingers back in, feeling the slip of his own come. He cleared his throat. “You okay?”
“Yeah,” Leo breathed. “Shell-shocked, but, yeah, I’m incredible. You’re incredible. That was—”
“Incredible,” Grant supplied.
Leo laughed, and Grant felt his body clench and release around his fingers.
“Grant,” Leo said, his voice full of something Grant didn’t understand.
“Mm-hmm?” Grant breathed, moving his fingers back and forth.
“I’ve never…I mean, I had no idea.”
“I’m honored that I could show you.”
“You were the best I could have ever dreamed of.”
“You’re sweet,” Grant whispered.
“No, I’m not. I’m kind of stupid.”
Grant laughed. “What? No. I don’t date imbeciles.”
“I just can’t believe that I—”
“Shh,” Grant hushed him. “I’m glad you liked it. Wait, you did like it?”
Leo laughed so hard that Grant’s fingers felt squeezed. “Yeah. I loved it.” Leo grabbed Grant’s chin and forced him to look into Leo’s face. “Do it again.”
“Now?” Grant asked.
Leo pushed the cover back and showed off his already hard cock.
Grant laughed. “I’ll see what I can do, Leo. God knows I wouldn’t want to disappoint you when you’ve missed out for so long.”
Leo pulled Grant down for a kiss and whispered, “Missed out on you. Such a fool. Such a damned fool.”
“Yeah, well, you said it,” Grant said against Leo’s lips, and Leo laughed before kissing him hard.
Chapter Fourteen
Grant walked through the hospital corridors not noticing where he was going or even able to read the chart in his hands. He’d heard someone call his expression “dreamy,” and he’d forced himself out of memories of Leo’s body and the night they’d spent tangled up in each other long enough to look like he had it together. He’d glared at nurses as they’d scurried to their work, relieved that even if he was completely high on whatever these emotions for Leo were doing to him, he still had it in him to scare the pants off the underlings.
He rounded a corner, determined to focus on the task at hand before anyone else busted him on his love-sickness, when he noticed Leo and Lucky entering the half-open area set aside for visitation with the stable psych patients.
Grant tucked the chart up under his chin, and he skulked around a potted plant to get in a position to see into the room without much likelihood that he’d be seen in return.
It wasn’t so much that he was spying as that he was checking in on Leo and Lucky. When he’d left the farm that morning, Leo still wasn’t sure if he was going to come see Hannah today, and, if he did, he hadn’t made up his mind about whether to bring Lucky. Grant just wanted to make sure that both Leo and the carrot were okay, and he didn’t see any need for them to know he was there while he was doing that.
Apparently, things between Hannah and Lucky were more confusing than not. But given how careful Leo was to provide Lucky with as much stability as he could muster, it surprised Grant to learn that things with Hannah were so messy.
That morning, before Lucky came downstairs, Leo had explained to Grant that Hannah had never officially given up her parental rights, but instead they had been deemed abdicated by California state law after Hannah had not contacted the state, the hospital, Leo, or any other family member with regards to Lucky in over a year. Lucky at that point was classified as abandoned and Curtis and Leo had become her adoptive parents.
“Lucky knows that Hannah is her biological mother,” Leo explained. “But Hannah chose not to name a father on the birth certificate. I’m pretty sure the father was Hannah’s boyfriend at the time, but someone at the hospital told her not to name paternity if she wanted to make it easier to give Lucky away.”
Grant had listened to this while they ate breakfast as Leo shifted back and forth in his seat, sometimes flushing.
Grant had asked, “Sore?”
“A little,” Leo had said. “It’s nice.”
“I’ll get you something for it.”
“No!” Leo exclaimed. “No, I’m okay. I like it.”
Grant smirked. “Kinky. You love it.”
Leo had rolled his eyes, and laughed, but then he’d come back to the subject at hand. Leo explained that, yes, Lucky was curious about Hannah, and when they’d first moved back to Blountville, Lucky had spent a lot of time looking at old photos of Hannah and asking about her mother’s childhood, both with Leo and with Chuck and Meryl.
Leo had gone on, “I kept waiting for her to ask me why Hannah left. And when she finally did, I told her that her mom couldn’t take care of her because she wasn’t healthy. But then she pointed out that I’m sick, and she got scared that I’d leave her, too. I had to explain that her mom was sick in a different way, and that I wouldn’t ever leave her, not until the day I die.”
About that time they’d been interrupted by Lucky trotting down the stairs. She was excited about a field trip coming up at school, but Grant tuned it out, watching instead how Leo brightened when she talked.
Before Grant left to get back to his place for a change of clothes before heading to the hospital, Lucky had climbed up on his lap and said, with no segue at all, “Dr. Grant, do you have a mom?”
“Nope. I had an aunt once, but she died.”
“Was she pretty?”
“No.”
“Was she nice?”
Grant pursed his lips and looked at the ceiling. “Nope.”
“Was she mean?”
“She was…frustrated.”
“What else was she like?” Lucky wanted to know.
“Well.” Grant let himself think about Aunt Jane and her red, fuzzy hair, her thick waist, and the way she’d tried to keep Uncle Kirk from drinking too much. “Well, she yelled at me a lot.”
“About what?”
About letting them down and being a burden on them. “About taking baths and school,” Grant fibbed. “She was a pain in my butt.”
He remembered one night after Kirk nearly took his hide off with a belt for screwing up on a Chemistry test—it’d been a bad night—Jane had come in with a bowl of soup and a soft pillow for him to rest on. She’d clucked and touched his face gently and then ordered him to do better next time.
Grant sighed. “She could have been worse. She was kind of like a mom, I guess.”
Lucky kicked her feet and wrapped a skinny arm around his neck. “I have a mom that’s kind of like an aunt,” she said. “So, you and me, we’re opposite.”
Grant had rested his cheek against her warm, brown hair for a moment and then kissed the top of her head before dumping her on the ground. “I guess so. But on the bright side of this clusterfu…on the bright side, you got a pretty cool uncle for a dad.”
Lucky had looked at Leo then with loving eyes. Then she tugged on Grant’s hand. “Dr. Grant?”
Grant crouched down. “What’s up, kiddo?”
Lucky kept her eyes on Leo as she whispered in Grant’s ear, “Is my dad gonna be okay?”
Grant cupped his hand by her ear and said, “If I have anything to do with it, your dad is gonna get the best care possible so he has the best chance of getting better.” Grant ran a hand over her hair, and added in his normal voice, “Now, eat your breakfast and practice your opening chess moves for tonight. I’m gonna cream you. Again.”
Lucky narrowed her eyes at him and said seriously, “You just wait, Dr. Grant. One day, I’ll kick your butt.”
Leo had snorted laughter into his water glass, looking between them with happy eyes.
“You’d better,” Grant had said, putting his hand on her head. He’d kissed Leo goodbye and waved at Lucky, who’d nodded him off with a smile.
Now Leo was at the hospital with Lucky, and they were clearly going to meet with Hannah today after all. Grant wasn’t surprised that Leo hadn’t informed him of his decision; it wasn’t like Grant had a dog in the fight. It really was entirely up to Leo as Lucky’s only present parent to make the choice. Grant just hoped it wasn’t the wrong one.