For The Love Of Leon

by J. S. Morbius

  Finally the waitress walked over and placed our creamy strawberry Tiramisu down in front of us. Simon ordered two more drinks, and as we sat slowly eating our dessert, I kept glancing at him. I wished I knew what Simon had wanted to say at the start of our meal. I also wished I had the nerve to blurt out how I really felt about him.

  “Look, Simon, I’ve got to tell you something and I am not sure how you are going to react,” I suddenly blurted out, putting my dessert spoon to the side.

  “I think you better just tell me.”

  “Okay, hope you are ready for this,” I said taking a deep breath. “The thing is, I’m gay and I fancy the fuck out of you.”

  Chapter Six

  For a few seconds Simon just stared at me, and I thought I had done the wrong thing. But eventually he pushed his chair back and stood up.

  “Excuse me, Leon, I just need the men’s room.”

  As he walked away, leaving me alone at the table, I suddenly felt about two inches tall. Well that fucking went well. I bet he thinks I’m a real fucking loser now. Picking up my beer, I emptied the bottle in one swallow and indicated to the barman to bring me another. One day I will learn to just keep my fucking stupid mouth closed.

  After five minutes, Simon still hadn’t returned to the table and I began to wonder if he had made a quick exit out the back. Standing up, I made my way to the men’s room and pushed the door open slowly. Quietly walking in, I couldn’t see Simon anywhere, just a lone man standing at one of the urinals having a piss. Pretending to do the same, I waited until he had walked out, put my cock back in my trousers, and turned to look at the fours stall doors. Two were open and two closed.

  Making sure no one was coming, I peered under the first door, and when I couldn’t see any feet, pushed it open. It was empty. Moving to the only other door he could be behind, I tapped lightly on the wooden door.

  “Simon, are you in there?” I said softly.

  At first nobody replied, but when I pushed the door and it didn’t move, I knew he had to be behind the door.

  “Come on, Simon. I’m sorry if I’ve upset you or made you uncomfortable. Please just come out. We’ll split the bill and go our separate ways.”

  Still there was no answer, but as I turned to leave the men’s room, I heard the lock pulled back and the door creak open slowly.

  “Leon, wait,” Simon said softly, and judging by the sound of his voice, he had been crying.

  Turning to face the man I was falling in love with, the man I had obviously yet unintentionally upset, I felt guilt wash over me.

  “Look, Simon, I’m sorry. I should never...”

  “Leon, just shut up and listen for a minute, please.”

  Simon sounded almost like he was begging, causing me to fall silent instantly.

  “The truth is, I’m gay too, and since the day you walked into the pub I have wanted you. But...”

  “But what?” I asked, wishing he would stop leaving sentences unfinished.

  “But, I have just come out of a five year relationship which ended badly, and I came here to forget. Not fall in love again, which I slowly am doing...with you.”

  Stunned, I stepped toward Simon, lifting my hand toward him slightly. As he reached forward, our fingertips met and it felt like a bolt of electricity had torn through my body.

  “Whatever happened between you and your ex, I can promise you, I am not a bad guy.”

  “I didn’t say you were, but how do I know for sure?”

  “You don’t, Si, you really don’t,” I said, my fingers wrapping around his.

  “I can’t get hurt again like he hurt me, Leon,” Simon said. He started to sob, his eyes filling with tears and his chin quivering “I just couldn’t take it.”

  Pulling him toward me, I placed my hand on the back of his neck and pulled his head down onto my shoulder.

  “All I can do is ask you to give me, give us, a chance.”

  “I want to, I really do, but I’m fucking scared.”

  “So am I. I have never had a real, loving relationship before. Every time I get close to someone, they just leave me. No reason, no warning, nothing.”

  “I would never do that, ever.”

  “I believe you, Simon. Just believe me as well. Please.”

  I took my hand from the back of his neck, placed it under his chin, and lifted his head. Using my free hand, I lightly wiped the tears from under his eyes and looked deep into them. The urge to kiss him, to show him how much I thought of him, was growing by the second.

  “I won’t ever hurt you, Si.”

  “Promise me you mean that, Leon.”

  “I promise.”

  Simon suddenly leaned forward and placed his lips against mine. He lingered for a few seconds before pulling away, but I stopped him. I returned his kiss, this time more passionately, and we were quickly kissing each other like our lives depended on it. Eventually though, he pulled his lips from mine, but held my hand tightly.

  “Come on, I think we ought to pay before they think we’ve both done a runner.”

  “You go. I’ll be out in a minute,” I said, pecking him on the lips and letting my hand fall from his.

  “Don’t be long.”

  “I won’t,” I said, as he opened the door to the men’s room. “Get us both another drink. I think we could do with one.”

  With that, Simon walked out, leaving me alone. I turned to look at myself in the mirror and saw a tear forming in my eye. Lifting my finger, I wiped it away, turned the cold tap on, and rinsed my face. Taking a deep breath, I closed my eyes for a few seconds, my heart racing at the thought of Simon and I becoming an item. Eventually though, I reopened my eyes, stepped out of the men’s room and went back to our table where Simon was already sitting sipping his scotch. Sitting opposite him, I waved for the waiter to bring us the bill, picked up my beer, and took a large swallow from the bottle. A shiver ran down my spine as I swallowed the ice cold liquid, but three swallows later, the bottle was empty.

  “Where do we go from here, then?” I asked him.

  “Not back to the pub yet, that’s for sure,” Simon replied. “Tell you what, how about I get to see your flat now.”

  “It would be my pleasure.”

  Simon smiled, stood up, and walked over to the bar to pay for our meal. As he walked past me toward the door, he reached down and grabbed my hand.

  “What are we waiting for?”

  “Nothing,” I replied, the look on the faces of the staff a real picture as the two of us walked out holding hands, not caring who saw us.

  Once outside, we began to make our along the high street toward my flat, when Simon suddenly stopped and pulled me toward him. Before I could ask him what was wrong, he had his mouth against mine once again, this time his tongue snaking passed my lips and into my mouth. Responding to the softness of his lips, I pulled him close, our tongues entwining together as we hungrily kissed each other.

  It was my turn to pull away, and when I did, I smiled at him, staring into his beautiful hazel eyes.

  “Come on, Si, there’s a crowd gathering. Let’s get back to mine and privacy.”

  “Let them watch, I don’t care,” Simon replied. “Haven’t they ever seen two men kissing before?”

  “Probably not.”

  “Well it’s about time they had. It’s 2012 not 1812.”

  With that, he placed his lips firmly against mine again, and this time, he placed his hands on my ass and pulled me as close to his body as possible.

  “Now we shall go to yours,” he said, finally releasing my lips and ass, and taking my hand again.

  We didn’t pause in our step until we reached my front door. Simon’s hand still firmly in mine, I unlocked the door and let the two of us inside.

  Chapter Seven

  “The front room’s to your left,” I called as I was locking the door.

  “Thanks.”

  “Make yourself at home. Do you want a coffee or something?”

  “Actually, a coffee w
ould be nice, thanks.”

  Walking through the front room to the kitchen, the feeling I got from someone returning my affections filled me with warmth. I brushed my hand lightly along his cheek as I passed him.

  “Won’t be a minute,” I called as I turned the kettle on. “How do you like your coffee?”

  “Milk, one sugar, thanks.”

  As I crashed about making the drinks, my hands trembled at the thought that Simon was only feet away. I didn’t hear him stand up and make his way into the kitchen, and it was only when I felt his warm breath against my neck and his strong hands on my waist, that I even knew he was there.

  “Why don’t we forget about the coffee?”

  Simon brushed my hair to the side and lowered his lips to my neck, his warm breath sending shivers of excitement through my body. As he kissed my soft skin lightly numerous times, I felt my cock start to stiffen in my trousers.

  “Mmm, Simon,” I gasped. “I like the sound of that.”

  Turning to face him, I wrapped my arms around his back, pulled him close, and threw my head back, offering my neck to his lips once again. Simon didn’t refuse, either. As he lowered his head and dragged his tongue slowly all around my neck, his touch so delicate, I could have come there and then. His tongue ran up the side of my neck, and I felt his warm breath in my ear just before he held my face lightly, pressing his lips against mine.

  This time as we kissed, there was no urgency, no rushing. Just passion as our tongues intertwined, like two snakes mating, and we held each other tight. Eventually though, we pulled apart. After looking into Simon’s eyes, I took hold of his hand and led him through my flat toward the bedroom, pausing as we got to the doorway.

  “What’s wrong, Leon?” Simon asked as I hesitated to lead him through the doorway.

  “Are you sure this is what you really want?”

  “More than you would believe possible. Now, are you going to let me in?”

  I didn’t need asking twice, and I pulled him through the doorway. Closing the door behind us, I led him toward the bed. Instead of just pushing him back, though, I pulled him close and began to kiss him passionately, slowly undoing his shirt and slipped it off his shoulders. Bending my head, I started to kiss his chest softly. I flicked my tongue over his hard nipples, occasionally sucking and biting them before letting my hand travel down over his stomach.

  Once my hand reached the waistband of his trousers, I dropped to my knees and undid them slowly, careful not to trap his cock in my eagerness. I slipped them and his boxers down his legs, releasing his hardness to me for the first time. Gasping as I saw the size and thickness of him, I wrapped my fingers lightly around his hard shaft and began to stroke him slowly.

  Hearing him gasp turned me on even more, and as I continued to stroke him, I occasionally flicked out my tongue, tracing along the slit of his swollen, purple cockhead. Simon continued to moan softly, and placing his hands lightly on the side of my head, guided my mouth toward his cock.

  Licking my lips, I opened my mouth as wide as I could and held his shaft loosely. I began to move my head forward and started to take his thick shaft into my eager mouth, continuously stroking him as I did. Eventually, every inch of his eight plus inches was comfortably in my mouth and I closed my lips around his shaft.

  “Please, Leon,” Simon moaned breathlessly.

  I knew what he wanted. I wanted it too, and I slowly began bobbing my head back and forth along the full length of his hard shaft, eagerly tasting every inch of him. I slowly sped up and used my free hand to massage his swollen balls at the same time. His cock was the first I had sucked in a long time, and I continued to eagerly suck him, occasionally pausing to run my tongue along his whole shaft and around the swollen head.

  Pre-cum started to seep from the slit and I quickly ran my tongue through it. The slightly warm, yet salty taste made me wish he would come in my mouth, but at the same time I wanted him to wait until he was deep inside me. However, I knew if I carried on sucking, he wouldn’t be able to resist much longer. His body had already trembled wildly a couple of times and I thought he was going to come then, but he managed not to.

  Feeling his hand run along the side of my face, he lifted my head to look up at him, and he smiled.

  “Stand up for me, please.”

  I did as he asked, disappointed that he hadn’t come, but as he slowly undressed me and pushed me back onto the bed, I pushed thoughts of his orgasm to the back of my mind. Watching as he wrapped his large hand around my hardness, I was determined that I wouldn't come too quickly, either. I wanted this night to last as long as possible

  Sliding up the bed, his hand began to move back and forth along my shaft, and I turned to look into his eyes. We started to kiss, and the harder we kissed, the faster he stroked my cock. With the way he teased and stroked my cock, I knew I wouldn’t last a lot longer. When he suddenly stopped, I let out a sigh of relief, only for him to start slowly moving down the bed, his tongue tracing a line over my stomach.

  His fingers wrapped around my shaft again, only this time I felt Simon’s warm breath on the tip of my cock. I gasped as his tongue began flicking rapidly back and forth across my glans, driving me wild with lust. I looked down at him and smiled as Simon began lowering his head onto my hard shaft, slowly taking my full length to the very back of his throat.

  Once he had as much as he wanted in his mouth, I felt his tongue rolling back and forth over the swollen purple head before he began to bob his head up and down rapidly. Placing my hand on the back of his head so I could control his speed, I moaned and groaned as he sucked me rapidly. I could tell he was eager to make me come, and as my balls tightened and my legs began to tremble, I knew he was going to get what he wanted.

  “Oh fuck, I’m going to come,” I gasped as my cock twitched in his mouth.

  It seemed that these were the exact words Simon wanted to hear, and his head bobbed even faster up and down my shaft. My cock twitched in his mouth once more before I felt the first thick stream of my white, milky liquid erupt forcefully into his mouth.

  Greedily, Simon continued to suck until every drop of cum had left my body into his mouth, and only then did he lift his head. I looked at him, saw my seed glistening on his lips, and pulled him up to kiss him passionately, tasting myself on his tongue.

  “Si, please make love to me,” I gasped as I pulled my lips from his. I knew by the way he looked at me he was going to give me what I desired, what I needed more than anything else.

  As he stroked his cock, I moved to the center of my bed and went to turn on my front, but Simon stopped me.

  “Where do you keep your condoms and lube?”

  “Top drawer of the bedside cabinet.”

  Reaching across, Simon opened the drawer and removed one of the silver packets. Tearing the top off with his teeth, Simon continued to stroke his cock before placing the condom over the end, slowly rolling it down his full length, making sure it was on correctly and there were no air bubbles.

  Suddenly, he placed his hands under my knees and scooped my legs up and onto his shoulders. Reaching down, he slowly stroked my cock with one hand, using the other to smother my tight, eager hole with the lube as he looked into my desperate eyes and smiled.

  Gripping his shaft, he released mine and began to probe my tight hole gently, slowly, until the thick head of his cock finally penetrated me. Pausing to allow me to adjust to the thickness of his shaft, Simon ran his hand over my chest, down to my cock. He began stroking me again as he started to thrust slowly, more and more of his cock entering me.

  With each small thrust, I grimaced, pain and pleasure merging as one, and once his balls slapped against my ass, he began to buck his hips. At first he thrust slowly, allowing me to grind against his hips, but he soon built up a steady rhythm, each forward thrust bringing him closer to his ejaculation. The closer he got, the harder and faster he drove his shaft deep into me.

  Grunting loudly, Simon drove his cock once more hard into me and held
it there. I felt him twitch violently before he began to unload his seed into the condom, covering his cock deep inside my ass.

  Reaching down, I began masturbating furiously as I felt each twitch release more and more of his seed. I wished he wasn’t wearing a condom so I could actually feel his fluid swilling around inside me until it finally began to trickle out of me and down the crack of my ass.

  Totally exhausted and with my arm aching like hell, I let my cock drop from my hand, only for Simon to swiftly wrap his hand around me and continue stroking me furiously. Gasping breathlessly, my balls tightened once again, and before I could utter a single word, I began to come for the second time. Simon smiled down at me and milked every drop from my cock, lifting his fingers to his mouth and sucking my juices from them.

  Once he had tasted all he could and his fingers were clean, he bent forward and kissed me hard on the lips. Slowly, he pulled his still hard cock from my ass and collapsed down on top of me.

  Wrapping my arms around him, we rolled so we were on our sides, facing each other, and we kissed lightly.

  “Promise me again, Leon. Promise me you won’t treat me like shit.”

  “I promise,” I said. Kissing him once more, the two of us closed our eyes and we slowly drifted off. Still wrapped in each other’s arms, neither of us woke until the middle of the next morning.

  Chapter Eight

  Over the next four months, as our relationship grew stronger and stronger, Simon and I grew closer and closer. Some nights I would spend at the house he was still renting, others he would stay at mine. Twice a week we stayed apart, neither of us wanting to spoil what we had by being in each other’s pockets twenty-four hours a day.

  Work helped as well. My graphic art had taken off more than I ever thought it would, and I was churning out two, sometimes three new pieces a week. Some nights I would work until the early hours of the morning and sleep until the afternoon. Simon, on the other hand, had begun working at one of the big car showrooms in the next town, becoming the top salesman by the end of his first month.