He nodded. “I keep telling you that. Do you really think my aunt would have let me go if there was even a single one of us missing?”
“I guess not.” I slipped my key into the lock before I realized the door was just propped up against the frame. That really drove everything into perspective. I carefully moved the door aside and then stepped in. Bullet holes riddled the opposite wall, and plaster dust coated the floor.
Leon moved ahead of me. “Time to redecorate, I guess?”
“Yeah. But the bedroom’s still good.” I hoped. Who knew how many thieves had come along or what they’d taken. But when we got inside, it looked just like I’d left it. Not exactly comforting, but I’d take it over the alternative. I pulled my phone out of the jeans puddle on the floor. Sixteen fucking texts. But I could get to those later.
I stripped the black Lionshead uniform off, wadded it up, and shoved it into my bedside garbage. “So, are you okay?”
“I’m fine.”
“Are you sure?” It was a hell of an emotional roller coaster for me even. “You know we can talk about this, right?”
I pulled open my dresser drawer and grabbed a T-shirt, but Leon caught me around the wrist. “I don’t want to talk. I want you.”
I held him back from kissing me. I guess there’s a first time for everything. “Come on, Leon. With everything that just happened?”
“Yes.”
“But my apartment. They know where it is now, and if they come back—”
“Then I’ll be here to keep you safe.” He unbuttoned the shirt he’d put on before we left. “What happened today just made me realize that we can’t always wait for the right time.” The top slipped off his shoulders. “I don’t want to miss out on anything with you I don’t have to.”
When he leaned in to kiss me again, I didn’t stop him. I let his lips conform to mine. His tongue danced circles around the inside of my mouth. Maybe it was the kiss clouding my judgment or the stress of everything that had happened, but Leon was making some sense. Suzette had given us some time. How could I squander that?
And if Leon could get over everything enough to do this…
“I think I want to bottom.”
Leon pulled back and raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure? Don’t you think it’s kind of sudden?”
I shook my head and then unbuttoned his pants. I let them fall, exposing everything. A tiny shot of nervousness rose up when I saw his dick again, but I swallowed it back. Like he said, I couldn’t wait for the right time.
“I’m positive.” I wrapped my fingers around his dick and then leaned down and kissed it right on the tip. “And no condom.”
He grabbed my hand and undid my grip. “You know I’m okay bottoming. You really don’t have to rush into anything.” But he stayed hard. His body wanted it no matter what his mouth had to say on the matter. “You don’t have to do this.”
“If I had to do it, I wouldn’t be so willing.” I cupped his bare ass with my other hand, walked my fingers down to his balls, and ran my fingertip in circles right at the base. His muscles relaxed. Just a little. “You saved me from people with guns and swords. People who want you dead. I’ve seen firsthand just how nuts some of them can be.” He released my hand, and I went back to stroking. “I don’t need any more convincing that you’re the right one, Leon. So I’m ready. I want to do this.” Did he? I hoped so.
He smiled his real smile at me, the full, toothy grin. “So, all I had to do for bareback was save you from imminent peril?”
“Don’t be a smart-ass.” I stroked his lips and traced them with my thumb. “This mouth is very important to me, and I wouldn’t want to give anyone reason to smack it. It might get hurt.”
He pulled my hand away again and then knelt down. Hot breath cascaded over my dick and tickled against the underside of my balls. In just those few seconds, I knew this wasn’t like last time. I felt the passion wash through me like whiskey, warming me from my soles to the very tips of my hair. I let myself fall into it and be carried on the waves of energy. The pressure was a ring gliding up and down my shaft. His stubble scratched against my balls when he hit the base.
I pulled myself out and led his face up by the chin. I could look at his face a thousand times and not get tired of it. I planned on doing just that.
He pushed forward and formed his lips to mine. His mouth tasted of my sweat and my musk. But I didn’t fucking care. It was him, and that was all I needed to know to love it. Him. Everything about him. His broad shoulders. The almost black circles of his eyes. Even the thought of him shifting, of Silver, didn’t feel the same. No fear, no desperation, no confusion. It was just him. Just another part of him. A beautiful part of him. The perfect horse, really. That gleaming coat, the smooth bulging of muscle, the well-groomed mane and tail. Liquid silver, coursing through the streets. Coursing through my thoughts.
Then there was his cock. Thick. Long. Uncut. And it was ready. It was every gay man’s dream dick. “I’m ready.” I had to do it now, before I lost my nerve.
Leon’s eyebrows knitted together. His forehead wrinkled. “You’re sure about this? I don’t mind bottoming.”
“I know. But it’s time.” I rearranged the pillows to prop up my head and then lay back, my legs drawn up toward my chest. I tried to calm the twittering in my stomach, but that wasn’t about to happen. I reached into the bedside table, pulled out a bottle of lube, and handed it over. “Just take it slow, all right?”
He nodded and then knelt, disappearing from sight. I heard the plastic pop of the cap coming open, the squeal of air leaving the bottle. Then nothing again. No sound, but the pressure came, a tiny point against my hole, pressing deeper into me. A finger. I squirmed and groaned. So far, nothing bad. The second finger went in without a whole lot of issue. When he went for three, I had to push back and try to open myself up. A tiny spark of electric pain bit into the muscle. As he worked his fingers in and out of my hole, that massaged away.
I wrapped a fist around my shaft and stroked slowly, really focusing on the feel of his fingers. The way they displaced the folds inside of me. The jabs of heat. The tiny icy eruptions up to the tip of my dick anytime he brushed against the right spot. I approached climax with every stroke, and I wasn’t getting any more ready for him than this. “Fuck me.”
“You’re sure?”
“Yes. Fuck me.”
His fingers slid free one by one, leaving me empty and longing. Leon rose again, a sheen of sweat across his cheeks and forehead. He popped open the lube again and smeared a dollop around my hole. Then he dropped more into his hand and reached down. I closed my eyes and focused. Stay loose. Love Leon. Feel how good it is.
The tip of his dick pressed against me. I cringed as he pressed harder. The pain came in waves, all radiating from the ring of muscles. I balled my fingers into fists, pulling the sheets free from the mattress. The pressure increased. I chewed on my lower lip and squeezed my eyes shut so tight it hurt. One more shock of pain.
When the head forced its way inside, I lost everything. It felt like something broke. I couldn’t clench my fists anymore and couldn’t hold back the moaning and panting another second. It all spilled out and pushed from me to make room as Leon plunged ever deeper, filling me centimeter by centimeter. I didn’t have to focus to feel every part of this. I wasn’t left with a choice.
I didn’t hate it. It hurt. It felt like something…well, like something huge sliding into my ass. Everything shifted aside for the inexorable intrusion. My hole felt hot from the stretching and pushing of the muscles. But at the same time, precum leaked down my shaft, into my bush. I almost never got wet. I longed to touch myself and ached for the release it promised. I reached up and grabbed my dick.
I relaxed more as I stroked. Relaxed enough to realize Leon was just standing there. I tilted my head up to look at him. “Is something wrong?”
“No…it’s perfect.” He chuckled. “I just wanted to make sure it wasn’t too much or something.”
I shook my head and lay back down on the pillows. “Go for it.”
A new, confusing barrage of sensations exploded through my body as he pulled back out. Was it pain? Possibly. I could have been too numb to properly realize it, too engrossed in all the good parts. The endorphins could have been kicking in. Or it could have just felt wonderful. That was the best word. Wonderful. My nipples tingled. My toes curled. It felt halfway like an orgasm. I didn’t even notice the other aches and pains I’d gathered up over the past few days.
Every time Leon slammed into me, his balls swung up and bounced off my ass with a tiny slap. Now more than ever, he smelled like him. If I closed my eyes and ignored the sheets and the mattress, I could almost see the glade, the cut-grass scent hanging heavy over us, and our passion throwing up wet dirt. In the glade with my unicorn. My horse-hung unicorn.
His thrusting sped up, pressing deeper and pushing me farther back until every crash shoved my head into the pillows. The springs squeaked with every bounce of my body. I gripped my shaft tighter and stroked faster. Heat bubbled up from my core. Pressure built.
The words shuddered past my lips. “I’m about to come.”
It spurted out as I said it, clipping the end of my sentence. No chance of holding it back. My hole tightened around Leon’s shaft as spurt after spurt of molten white flew from my dick. It landed on my chest, in my bush, across my thighs. Some of it pooled up in my belly button. A tiny pocket of warmth but quickly cooling.
Leon humped faster. He dug his fingers into my calves, the nails biting deep. I vibrated every time he slapped against me. As I came off the high, the first signs of real pain came through. Soreness down in the core of the muscles. The only thing that kept it at bay was Leon, constantly moving and constantly rubbing against the affliction.
He gave a final push and stood there, his head tossed back. At first, I felt nothing but the growing tenderness. But then something dribbled out along my ass crack. Then a little more. Leon started again, a slow rocking motion. It pumped more cum out every time until he finally pulled out. A little squelching and then emptiness. Almost unbearable emptiness. The soreness came stronger with it.
Leon lay down next to me. “Everything good?”
“I’m fine. I’ll probably just walk funny the next couple days. No big deal.”
He laughed. “Do you need anything?”
“You could go grab me a towel from the bathroom.”
He rose and bowed. “Whatever you need.”
I could get used to this. The fucking wasn’t as bad as I’d built it up to be. Maybe not an everyday event…but I could get behind doing it weekly. Weekly would be good. If we waited until my days off, then everything would work out just fine. But then, I pretty much figured that anything with Leon would turn out “just fine” anymore.
He walked back out and tossed me a washcloth. I wiped myself down. My ass wasn’t tender to the touch, thank God. I got up and…yeah. Definitely walking funny. But I’d be pleased as punch to say something about it to anybody who asked.
Why are you walking like that? Oh, my boyfriend’s dick is huge, and he fucked the shit out of me last night.
If only Mom could see me now, right?
Leon curled back up on the bed with me. “I want you to promise me something.”
“Anything.”
“I want you to promise that you’ll always be this perfect and this wonderful. No matter what happens.”
“I don’t plan on changing. Although at this rate you might ruin my modesty.” I laughed.
He didn’t. “No, I just mean…you never know what might happen, and I live a dangerous life. But you…you need to stay just the way you are.”
I flopped over to look him in the eyes. “You just broke into a building full of unicorn hunters to save my dumb ass and came out on the other side. I think you’ll be fine.”
He sighed. “You’re right. You’re absolutely right. Just forget I said anything.” A smile crossed his face. “You should probably think about getting to work.”
“I’m calling in. I could really use some sleep.”
“All right.” He got up again. “I wish I could stay, but I need to try and smooth things over with Suz.”
“Of course.” What else could I do? I didn’t want him to leave, but I got it. She was family. And his boss. If he needed a few hours to keep her happy, I wasn’t going to complain. “I’d give you a key so you could come back, but…well, just let yourself in.”
“Right. The door.” He sighed. “I’m going to send some people over.”
“How does Suz feel about that?” I felt safer knowing I’d have some brawny unicorns to guard me. Or even some non-brawny unicorns. Still no reason to piss off his aunt more than necessary.
“Suz doesn’t need to know everything.”
He turned, flashing his bare ass. “Leon? Clothes?”
He winked at me over his shoulder. “Unicorn. I’ll just tear them up.” He stopped and turned around. “Thank you.”
“Anytime.” I waited until I heard the door shifting around out there and then rolled over for my phone. Sixteen texts. I thumbed through them. Nothing important. I flipped through my contacts down to the work number.
Dana picked up. “Michaelson’s Grocery.”
“Hi, Dana, it’s Tony. I can’t make it in tonight. I got pretty banged up. Some people broke into my house. I don’t think I’m going to be able to make it tonight.” Would she buy this? Hell, I’d been a part of it all, but even I thought these excuses were sounding pretty ridiculous.
“Oh my God, are you okay?”
“Yeah, yeah, just going to take some time to get everything put back together, deal with the cops.” I was going to feel these days off my paycheck, but I wouldn’t be useful in this state. The house probably wouldn’t hurt for being cleaned up. “I hope I’m not putting you out. I could come in if you really need it.”
I knew she’d never ask me. “Don’t be ridiculous, Tony. Just take care of stuff, and you call me if you need any help.”
Really? Wow. “Thanks, Dana.”
“I mean it, Tony. I sign your paychecks. I know how much money you get.”
I blushed at that. Good thing it was over the phone. “Thanks. I guess we both know how pathetic I am.”
“Sorry. If it makes you feel better, I put you in for a raise every month. They always deny it.”
I smiled. “I knew there was a reason I didn’t completely hate you, you hard-ass.”
“I’ll take it as a compliment.”
“I know.”
“Well, I’ll mark this down as vacation for you.”
“Really?”
“I’ve done it before. Haven’t gotten caught yet.”
“Thanks. I mean it. You’re awesome.” More awesome than I knew, really.
“I know. Now hang up the phone and do what you need to do.”
“Yes, ma’am.” I ended the call and set the phone on my nightstand. But I wasn’t about to actually do anything. I leaned back into the pillows, yanked the blanket up over me, and fell straight to sleep.
* * * *
“Mr. Gates.”
Oh God. I was back with the crazy Lionshead bitch. None of it had happened. We’d lost the fight.
“Mr. Gates, wake up.”
I wouldn’t. She wouldn’t use me again.
“I realize you must be tired, but I need you to wake up.” Thin hands grabbed my shoulders, shook me. Not concrete. A bed. I smelled Leon’s earthiness. I had to look. I opened one eye, just enough of a crack to see.
Suz stood next to my bed, her fingers digging into my shoulders. Leon’s clothes from before hung loose off her body, barely covering her. I sat up.
“What are you doing here?”
“It’s Leon.” She shook her head. “He…he left.” She crumpled into herself, body shaking as she fell onto the bed. Sobs clawed their way out of her throat, ragged and gravelly. “He went out so Lionshead would capture him.”
“What?” I jum
ped out of bed and started dressing. “We have to get to him.” She just sat there. “For fuck’s sake, this is your nephew. Don’t you give a damn?”
“We don’t know where he is.” She didn’t even get pissed off about the insinuation, just let it go right over her. “I tried to make him wait, but he said it was going to be over. If Lionshead just needed another unicorn…”
I froze and let the T-shirt drop down. “He went to stop Lionshead.” He’d planned on it. He’d tried to warn me about it. A dangerous life.
She sniffed, but at least she’d stopped crying. I wasn’t good with crying. “He just kept saying that he’d fix everything, that we’d all be safe.” She looked up at me. “You know, he really does love you… Did love you.”
“Does,” I snapped. “He does. He’s not dead.” He couldn’t be. Not now. Oh God, not now.
“He will be shortly, I’m sure.” Maybe she would have been more helpful crying. “He’s run off. Lionshead has already moved somewhere else… Leon is gone.”
“We’ll find him.”
“This is a big goddamn city, and we don’t even know they stayed here. They could have moved anywhere. Up into the mountains. How do you suggest we find them?”
I only had one suggestion, but I wasn’t about to bring it up with her. “Let me make a call.”
“You’re not going to find them through information.”
“Hey!” I spun around, and she scooted back. “I have put up with more shit to be with Leon than any sane person ever would have subjected themselves to, and you’re a part of it. If I didn’t let you come between us, what makes you think I’m going to lie down for a bunch of overzealous, unicorn-crazed jackasses?” I pointed at her with the phone. “Now, you’re going to let me make this one phone call, and you’re not going to say a word about it. Clear?”
I waited. She waited…and then smiled. “I’m glad he picked you. You care.” Her eyes narrowed. “And if this doesn’t work, you and I will have issues.”
“If this doesn’t work, I’ll take whatever you’ve got for me.” It was a surprise to me. I didn’t quite know if I was serious about that or not.
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