But I hadn’t. And this was really happening.
By the time one of the show producers showed me to the back exit—she said it was “better for the talent to exit out the back,” to avoid hordes of fans and paparazzi, but I knew that no one would be waiting for me—I was so stunned and shaken from the night that I’d forgotten where I’d even parked.
I pushed open the double doors and made my way out.
And then I saw him. Jamie was waiting there, a few paces ahead of me outside, facing away from me. He turned to face me, then, a smile spreading over his face, and when he started to run toward me I realized he was holding a small thing of flowers in his hand.
Then his arms were around me, and he smelled like flowers and clean laundry and himself, and I hugged him so hard I probably hurt him but I had to. I had to have him close to me, to remember he was real.
“Leo,” he said, his voice full of warmth.
“Jamie.”
“That was—you were—holy shit Leo I can’t even—”
I laughed a little, burying my head in his hair and pulling in a deep breath.
“God, Jamie—Jamie, I missed you.”
He squeezed me a little tighter. “I’ve missed you too.”
We had been seeing each other for interviews but it hadn’t really been us, it hadn’t been this. I felt like I was returning home to him after a long trip.
“I know you won’t want to hear this, but God, I’m proud of you, Leo,” he said.
He was so warm in my arms, and I realized that although playing piano had been great, that this was the best moment of my night. “I’m never letting go, you know. So get used to this hug.”
Jamie’s laugh was pure and clear, and he nuzzled into me.
“Thank God,” he said, “At least we’re in agreement about that. I’m yours, Leo. I’m not going anywhere.”
“And I’m yours,” I said, pressing a kiss into his neck. “Totally. Completely. Stupidly. And I’m so fucking tired of pretending I’m not.”
When I pulled back to kiss him I saw there were tears falling from his eyes and it made me feel a whole lot better about the ones that were falling from mine. I pressed my lips to his, kissing him and tasting salt. He let out a little sigh of a moan and I wondered how I had ever made it a night without him. I kissed his mouth, his cheek, his jaw, down his neck, and then reached to pull him into a tight hug again.
“It’s gonna be kind of hard driving home like this, y’know, permanently hugging and all, but I think I’m up to the challenge,” Jamie said, sniffing and laughing into my neck.
“As long as you come home with me, Jamie,” I said, “I don’t care how the hell we get there.”
Twenty-Four
Jamie
The drive back to Leo’s house only took a half hour, but it felt like it took forever. Even longer than the traffic jam earlier that day. Because I needed my hands on him, needed him wrapped around me like that again—God. It had just felt so right to kiss him again, to feel his lips on mine. So driving back to his house in two separate cars was some sort of anguish.
It was dark outside by the time I pulled into his driveway. He was waiting outside ahead of me. I cut the engine and by the time I was stepping out he was pulling me into his arms again, then pushing me against the cool metal of the car, kissing into me deeply, his hands snaking around to my back. I kissed him back, drawing in the familiar scent of him that I had been too long without.
He kissed along my jaw and I leaned my head back, my eyes fluttering shut. He had me pinned against the car, his hips against mine. I could feel that he was already hard, and the outline of his cock pressed through his pants into my thigh. It was warm and thick and demanded attention.
“God,” I said, “Haven’t even shut my car door yet.” But I made no moves to do so, instead draping my arms around his shoulders, arching into his touch.
He laughed devilishly as he sucked a wet kiss into my neck while he rocked his hips against mine. It made me let out a probably-too-loud moan.
“Fuck,” I said, “Keep doing that and your neighbors are gonna hear me, Leo.”
“Mmm,” he hummed against my neck, kissing lightly up again to my jaw, then my cheek, then pressing one chaste kiss to my lips. He dug a hand up into my hair, leaning back slightly to look in my eyes.
“You gonna take me inside and fuck me?” I said, my voice soft and teasing. I looked at his lips and then back to his eyes, trailing my hands across the back of his neck.
“No,” he said, low and firm.
My brow furrowed almost instantly, and I instinctively pushed my hips forward into his. “Why not?” I was almost whining, but I didn’t care.
“Because I’m gonna fuck you right here,” he said, as his hands moved down across the sides of my body and to my ass. He grabbed it in his hands and gave a firm squeeze.
“Oh my God,” I said, about to protest, but his mouth was already at my neck again, and I couldn’t turn him away. I glanced around quickly. The street was quiet, and there were plenty of trees and shrubs between the sidewalk and Leo’s front yard—someone would have to work pretty hard to see us in full view, but it still wasn’t completely private.
And for some reason that realization just made me even harder. Leo’s hands snuck under my blazer, roving along my back. I was shot full of adrenaline, knowing that he wanted this here, wanted me so urgently that he couldn’t even bother going inside.
“God, I missed you, Jamie,” he said, his voice rough. He loosened my tie and undid the first couple buttons of my shirt, leaning over to press kisses into the newly exposed skin after each button came loose. I relaxed for him, arching up into him and against the firm metal of the car on my back. I’d gotten unbearably hot so I pressed forward slightly and shrugged off my blazer, tossing it onto the hood of the car and feeling the cooler evening air against my shirt. I was expecting him to keep unbuttoning and strip me completely, but he stopped after a few, leaving my shirt half-buttoned and my tie hanging loose.
In another moment his hands were at my belt, pushing it open, unzipping my fly and easing his hand into my pants.
“Oh God, Leo,” I uttered, pressing into his hand, just slightly cool before warming as he gripped my cock. My hips bucked forward toward him involuntarily. He stroked me, keeping his face near mine and his lips hovering just over my mouth, so close to a kiss but maddeningly light, a tease, an invitation, a promise.
And then he reached out again and gripped tight around my waist. He turned me around to face the car and I let out a startled sound as he pressed me against it. His chest was against my back, his hips pressed to my ass, the outline of his cock pushing through his pants onto me.
I reached out and put my hands at the top of the car as Leo nipped lightly at the back of my neck. I groaned as I felt his hands ghost down my back and to my pants.
He tugged down on the waistband, inch by inch, exposing me. He was pressed behind me, the bulk of his body covering mine, but it still felt wicked to be out like this, in his front yard, with my clothes half-off. I felt small but in the best way, his body draped over mine and protecting me from the night air.
I craned my neck sideways and he met me in a deep kiss. Leo’s hands, strong but gentle, cradled my hips and down onto my ass. He was firm but gentle in equal measure and I couldn’t help but think that these were the same hands that had played piano for millions of people just earlier that night. He cupped against my ass and gave a firm squeeze, and it went straight to my cock—I broke the kiss, resting my arm against the top of the car and leaned against it as I pressed my ass back into his touch.
I felt Leo reaching down into his pocket and then he brought out his wallet, quickly unearthing a packet of lube from inside.
I couldn’t help but laugh, turning to the side and kissing against his neck.
“I told you,” he said, smiling at me with half-lidded eyes, “I’m always prepared.”
He slicked his finger and then his warm hand was at my
ass again, teasing against my hole. It was tantalizing and I wanted more, pressing against him, but he seemed intent on moving slowly and teasing me. He reached one arm up and across the front of my chest, holding me firmly, and then finally pressing his finger inside of me.
“Mmmhh,” I moaned, trying to be as quiet as I could but totally unsure if I was succeeding. I fucked back onto his finger, wanting him deeper. He was humming against me too, and I felt his breath hot against my neck and ear as I leaned my neck backward.
He worked two fingers into me, and then three, and I completely lost myself; I didn’t care who might have walked by or heard me, it was too good. Leo took the arm that was wrapped across my chest and brought his hand up to my mouth—at first I thought he was going to try to cover my mouth because I was being too loud, but instead he pressed his thumb against my lips, and I took it inside my mouth.
He let out a stuttering moan as I sucked around his finger, one of his hands in my mouth while the other was in my ass. My cock ached and twitched and it would have been unbearable if it hadn’t been so damn good.
I gave his thumb a gentle bite and he pulled it out of my mouth, gently trailing it against my lips before moving it to the tip of my cock, using the wetness to draw a circle against the soft skin.
“Fuck, Leo,” I said, my voice breaking.
“Too much?” he asked.
I uttered an almost pained sound. “God, no, not enough. Are you gonna make me fucking beg?”
His fingers pressed into me, stroking against my prostate. I moaned, almost feeling as if tears were welling up at the corners of my eyes.
“Oh, God, please, Leo.”
“Please what?”
“Please fuck me,” I said in a breathless whisper. I turned my neck slightly so I could just look into his eyes and said it again: “Please.”
And then all at once his hands were off of me, and he was bending slightly and lifting me up into the air. I let out a tiny shocked sound as he picked me up and set me against the hood of the car.
“It’s still warm,” I said, lying onto the hood on my back. I kicked off my shoes, not caring where they ended up, and he reached up and removed my pants and underwear in one swoop, tugging me bare from the waist down and leaving me utterly exposed on the hood of my car.
But it was worth it, so worth it, because from where I was now I could look up at Leo, see into his eyes, and I saw then that he was completely and truly happy. He looked down at me with anticipation and admiration and joy, so easy to see even in the dark of night. He gracelessly threw off his pants and boxer briefs, locating the condom and sliding it over himself.
And then his hands were at my waist again, tugging me down on the hood of the car, bringing me to a place where he could better access me. But instead of pushing into me right away, he leaned down, his palms on the car around either side of my face, and bent to kiss me, slow and hot and deep. My cock twitched up against his shirt, pressed between us.
He lifted off of me and his hand trailed downward and gripped my cock again, stroking me firm and quick, and I uttered another low, pained moan.
“God, Leo, seriously—if you keep doing that I’ll come,” I said.
He groaned. “I feel like I’ve been waiting so long to touch you,” he said, meeting my eyes as he reluctantly removed his hand from my cock. He gently swirled around the tip, using my precum to slick the head of my cock. “Every single fucking time we met up in those stupid, boring conference rooms,” he said.
“I know,” I said, reaching behind his neck. “I thought about going home with you every time.”
“I thought about bending you over the table every goddamn time.”
“Oh, God, Leo, please fuck me,” I said, pushing up with my hips.
And finally, the head of his cock pressed up against me and he pressed inside. He was slow at first, of course, and I squeezed my eyes shut at the slight pain, but it was everything I wanted and had wanted for weeks. Need had built inside me and now I was finally here, with him, under moonlight on a warm night.
He filled me to the hilt, pausing a moment to bend and kiss me as I squeezed around his cock. His eyes had been half-lidded before but now they were positively blissed-out, like all he could see was me in front of him.
“You feel so good,” I said, raking a hand through his hair.
“You feel amazing,” he said, looking at me reverently. “So tight and God, so fucking beautiful.”
He pulled out halfway and then pushed back into me, firmer this time, and the pain began to lessen and give way to pleasure. I leaned my head back against the car, letting Leo fuck into me. I brought one hand up to my mouth to bite against it, hopelessly attempting to bite back moans, but it quickly stopped working as Leo built into a slow rhythm. Heat generated between us, my shirt stretched tight against me. I was hot, even on such a perfect, seventy-degree L.A. night.
And then I felt something like the mist of rain falling down from the sky, a calm but definitely present cooling water. Leo paused briefly, filling me completely and we both looked around to discover that something utterly ridiculous happened: the front yard automatic sprinklers were going off, and we were just at the edge of their scope, catching the tail end of their trajectory.
The sight was actually gorgeous, the thin mist floating through the night and reflecting the faintest grey hint of moonlight.
We shared a smile but then as Leo thrust into me again, it was quickly replaced by a loud moan.
“Fuck,” I said.
“We can go inside if you want,” Leo said, only pressing into me harder.
“Oh fuck that feels so good,” I said, relaxing onto the car again. “I don’t care about the damn sprinklers.”
“Good, because I want to make you come, Jamie.”
I let out a whimper at that as he thrust into me even harder, the two of us becoming more and more soaked with water every time the sprinkler passed by us. It was an incredible sensation, the unrelenting heat between us, the cool mist of the water, and being utterly filled and fucked by Leo.
“You’re so goddamn good, Jamie,” he said, fucking faster into me, furrowing his brow as he gazed down at me. He reached a hand up to my cock and wrapped around it, starting to stroke in rhythm with his hips. His shirt was drenched now, the water dripping down onto me as he moved and then falling across my skin and onto the metal of the car.
I let out a shattered breath. “I’m so fucking close, Leo.” My voice was strained and urgent, and I felt tension pooling at the base of my spine, from my balls all the way to the tip of my cock. I knew I was going to lose it soon, but I wanted it to last forever at the same time.
And then Leo wrapped his hands around my hips and lifted me off of the hood of the car, holding me up so that he could fuck that much deeper into me.
“Touch yourself,” he said, urgent. “Touch yourself and come for me, Jamie.”
All I could utter was another helpless moan as I reached around my cock, thrusting fast as Leo pumped into me, fucking my own hand as Leo fucked me. And I started to feel myself come apart at the seams, like an electric current through my entire body.
“I’m gonna—I’m gonna come, Leo,” I said, barely aware of what I was even saying. My eyes fluttered shut and I felt Leo’s hands grip tight around me as I started to come. What I thought was the peak of my orgasm actually turned out to be just the beginning, and I felt my entire body shaking, tensing around Leo, my legs clutched around him and my ass squeezed tight onto him. I came hot onto my hand and stomach and I heard Leo groan above me.
“Oh my God Jamie,” he said, “I’m coming—” He tensed as he thrust into me, over and over, slowing slightly with each push, and I opened my eyes. The water had left halos of glittering water on my lashes, and as Leo thrust into me I watched as he tipped his head back, surrendering.
I was breathing so heavy, and completely lost for words. After a moment Leo leaned forward again, slow and gentle, and bent to kiss me, sweet and lingering.
/> “I missed you so much, Jamie,” he said as he broke the kiss. His face was so close to mine now, and he glistened in the faint light.
“You’re incredible,” I said, and I meant it. “I missed you so goddamn much.”
He kissed me once more before easing out of me, and we glanced down at our clothes strewn over the driveway, some of them half-soaked from the sprinkler. Leo and I were still naked from the waist down, half-wearing our shirts, and I was totally fucked and covered in my own come.
I met his eyes and we both smiled, sharing a moment of how ridiculous and amazing and stupid and fun and absurd this is, and I knew I loved him, really loved him, this man who could take me to the moon and back from playing piano or fuck me senseless on the hood of my car.
He paused, his eyes lingering on me, before gathering up the pile of clothes.
“So I don’t know if you remember, Jamie,” he said, eyeing me, “but I’ve got this shower with all kinds of settings and pressures and temperatures, and I think we both need that right about now.”
I smiled. “I wasn’t kidding when I said there’s a whole chapter in the book about your shower, Leo,” I said, walking toward the front door with him. “How could I possibly have forgotten?”
“You know this is just a ploy to get you to come back into the house with me. And shower with me. And sleep next to me. And hopefully do it all again tomorrow, and hey, for as long as you want, for that matter.”
He opened the front door and my heart leapt in my chest.
“Of fucking course I’ll do all that. I thought you’d never ask.” I smiled up at him, standing now in the dark front entry of his house, and he closed the front door gently behind us.
He kissed me and then lifted me in the air again, and I let out a happy yelp. And Leo let me into his shower, into his bed, and finally—finally—into his life.
Twenty-Five
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