The Way You Are (3 page)

“You really don’t mind?” Warrick had asked as they bought their tickets, trekking across the multicolored starburst carpet that always made Leon think of Technicolor smiley-face vomit.

“I used to watch this constantly as a kid,” Leon said. “I wore the tape so thin in the party scene where he’s playing the fiddle with his bow that it would go gray and fuzzy on screen. And then for years I wanted to be an outlaw with a bow.”

“A real life Robin Hood, huh?” Warrick said, digging into the buttery saltiness that was cinema popcorn.

Leon squirmed back into the padded red cinema seats. “Yeah, well, you can be my Little John.”

Warrick laughed, placing his large hand over Leon’s smaller one on the armrest. “As long as I don’t have to have his gut.”

Leon smiled into the darkness. “You can be a muscle bear if you’d prefer, Warrick.”

“Does this mean I can stop waxing my chest?”

“Just how fuzzy do you get exactly?” Leon asked.

Warrick squeezed Leon’s hand and turned his eyes back to the screen, where the aforementioned Little John was scratching at the back of his neck with an arrow. “Not as bad as him.”

“Glad to hear it,” Leon said. “Otherwise unclogging the shower drain would be a bitch.”

“Not to mention the grooming.”

“Or fleas.”

Warrick’s voice rose in outrage. “I would never have fleas
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That earned them a loud “Shh!” from the row in front of them, and Leon chuckled, squeezing Warrick’s hand.

He didn’t let go for the rest of the movie.

They caught a taxi to campus, sitting in the back with their hands a finger-width apart and itching to close the gap between them, regardless of the potential consequences. When they finally arrived at Leon’s house, sitting on the corner of two unassuming streets, Warrick pushed Leon up against the brick facade and pressed their lips together. He tasted like butter and salt and the tang of Coke, and Leon yielded happily to Warrick’s demands. The other man’s body was hot against his own, the frisson of heat welcome in the coolness of the spring night. Strong hands cradled his head and slid down his torso to clutch at his ass.

“I’ve wanted to do that all night,” Warrick breathed, resting his forehead against Leon’s.

Grinning, Leon grabbed the waistband of Warrick’s pants and dragged the other man closer. “What took you so long?”

Warrick groaned and nestled his head in the crook of Leon’s neck. “Damn, I wish I lived in Sydney sometimes.”

“But if you did, you wouldn’t have met me,” Leon said indulgently, kissing Warrick’s temple.

“Mmm, there is that,” Warrick agreed, turning his head to press his lips against Leon’s again. “I do plan to get out of here eventually, though.”

“You and me both,” Leon said with a grin. “You coming inside, or are you going to spend the rest of the night out here planning the future?”

“You live by yourself?” Warrick asked, hooking his fingers into the back of Leon’s jeans as he followed Leon to the front door.

“No,” Leon said as he dug his keys out of his pocket. “What exactly are you doing back there?”

Warrick shrugged, his grin innocently cherubic. “I don’t know.”

Pushing through the front door of the small house, Leon reached out to flick on the light switch. “Krissy?” he called. “Krissy, you in? Guess not,” he added as Warrick shut the door behind them. “Drink?”

“No,” Warrick said, wrapping his arms around Leon’s waist and pulling him close. “I really don’t want a drink.”

“Really?” Leon asked, tossing his keys onto a side table in the hallway. “What do you want then?”

A soft kiss at the nape of his neck was followed by a second closer to his jaw, and then a third and fourth as a hand stroked down his front and rubbed lightly at the hardness encased in its prison of denim. “I want you. God, I want you so much.”

“Come on,” Leon murmured, his voice husky. “Last door on the right.”

They didn’t bother turning on the light, and instead stepped into the darkness in a tangle of arms, legs, teeth, and tongues. Hands sought out the hems of T-shirts, and for a moment, Leon just rested his hands on Warrick’s upper back, feeling muscles ripple as Warrick toyed with the zipper on Leon’s jeans, the metal teeth making their distinctive ripping sound just before the denim was peeled down Leon’s legs to tangle around his shoes.

“You know, normally I like skinny jeans on you, but right now….”

Pivoting on both feet, Leon sat backward onto his bed, reaching down to pull off his shoes. “You get yours, I’ll get mine?”

Warrick knelt at the foot of the bed and placed his hands around Leon’s left sneaker. “But I want to do that.”

“My way is faster,” Leon said.

“Mine’s more fun,” Warrick countered as he eased off both of Leon’s sneakers, followed quickly by his jeans.

“I suppose,” Leon said, reaching out and grabbing the back of Warrick’s T-shirt. “Okay, I’ll agree—this is much more fun.”

Warrick lifted his arms helpfully, allowing Leon to pull the flimsy garment off, and Leon threw it to one side before running his hands over Warrick’s shoulders and chest, fingers seeking out the taut nipples he knew would be there and encountering something else along the way.

“Do you really wax?” Leon asked, tugging gently at the stray strands of chest hair.

“Yes,” Warrick said almost defensively as he stretched out on the bed beside Leon. “It does grow back, you know.”

Leon chuckled and rolled to his side, his mouth trailing kisses from his lover’s mouth down to the center of Warrick’s chest. With a sudden grin, he bit down on one of Warrick’s nipples, eliciting a yelp and a sudden tightening of Warrick’s hands on the back of his head.

“Was that a ‘stop’ or a ‘keep going’?” Leon mumbled, swiping his tongue against the sensitive nub.

“That was a ‘you could have warned me’, actually,” Warrick said, his voice more a gasp than anything else.

“I know,” Leon said, kissing his way across Warrick’s chest toward the other nipple. “But where’s the fun in that?”

“Fuck,” Warrick groaned, his hands twitching on Leon’s scalp as Leon hovered over him, waiting. “Leeeon.”

Leon stayed exactly where he was, resisting the gentle urgings of Warrick’s hands until his lover met his gaze. “Hmm?”

“This is torture,” Warrick said solemnly.

Leon pushed Warrick onto his back and kissed his chest tenderly. “Is it?” he murmured, dropping his kisses lower along the trail of hairs leading down into Warrick’s shorts.

“Yes, most definitely,” Warrick said, arching up into Leon’s touch.

Leon grinned and reached out to cup Warrick’s cloth-covered erection with his right hand. “A belt?” he asked suddenly. “You wear a belt with shorts?”

“What? It’s a nice belt. And it’s casual.”

“With shorts.”

“Hey, I wear scrubs eight to ten hours a day most days. I like dressing up every now and again.”

“Well, it’s cheating.”

“I’m sorry,” Warrick gasped as Leon bit down on the cotton-trapped shaft, nimble fingers deftly undoing the buckle and easing the woven canvas of the belt out of the clasp.

“Oh, you will be,” Leon said, popping the buttons of his lover’s fly one by one. “Did you deliberately pick clothes that would be hard to get out of?”

Warrick’s laughter was mingled with groans of pleasure. “No, I just picked the pair that showed off my ass.”

“Warrick, hospital scrubs show off your ass,” Leon said drily as he finally tugged the other man’s shorts and briefs off, revealing a long, cut cock that was every bit as impressive as the man himself.

“If you say so,” Warrick said, his breath slightly ragged as Leon swirled his tongue around Warrick’s length and took it deep into his throat.

“Fuck,” Warrick groaned, his head tossing against the bedspread as his hands sought out Leon’s shoulders, urging him into a gentle rhythm and then pulling him off when he gagged.

“You don’t have to do that,” Warrick said, craning his neck to meet Leon’s gaze.

Leon shrugged as he pulled off, bringing up his hand to stroke Warrick’s erection. “Can’t blame a guy for trying.”

Warrick’s chuckle was warm and lodged somewhere deep within Leon’s chest. “I guess not.”

Leon shook his head and kissed his way up Warrick’s body, losing himself in another series of slow, languorous kisses. Large hands slid into his trunks, cupped his ass, and slid lower to tease his crack. Then Warrick deftly pushed down the back before pulling the front of Leon’s underwear out and over his erection, and Leon’s cock hit Warrick’s torso with a fleshy slap.

“Hmm, what’s that, then?” Warrick asked.

“You know exactly what that is,” Leon murmured against Warrick’s lips, and then gasped as a finger swirled over his cockhead, and again when his lover brought the finger to his lips and licked off Leon’s sticky precum.

With a long, appreciative “hmmm,” Warrick flipped Leon onto his back and all but dove onto Leon’s cock, one hand holding Leon in place and the other teasing his balls and sliding down lower to the opening beneath.

Leon writhed on the bed, torn between pushing deeper into the moist heat of Warrick’s mouth or back against the finger nudging his ass. Then, just as he was about to go mad from indecision, both the mouth and the finger were gone.

“Warrick,” Leon whined.

“Lube?”

Leon reached out and fumbled with the top drawer of his nightstand. “Here,” he said, pulling out a small tube and a strip of foil packets. He sank back into the pillows, every fiber of his body taut with anticipation as he heard the bed creak and felt Warrick’s weight shift above him. The bed dipped, the cap of the lubricant tube opened with an audible snap, and Leon fancied he could hear the hiss of air rushing back into it after a generous glob was dispensed. Then he heard the crinkle of foil and a cold slickness was spreading into his most intimate of places, causing him to flinch.

“Sorry,” Warrick’s voice came softly from somewhere above him. “Too fast?”

“No, just… cold,” Leon said, pushing back slightly.

“Okay,” Warrick said. “Just let me know if you need me to slow down.”

And that was the last bit of conversation Leon processed coherently as Warrick’s fingers slid into him, surprisingly deft and gentle for their size. A longing ache spread through his body, warm and urgent, making his nerves sing with every twitch of the fingertips within. Then Warrick’s tongue snaked out and lapped gently at the underside of his cockhead, running around the flared ridge before Warrick swallowed him down, fingers curling just enough to hit the spot inside that always turned him into a sputtering mess. For a time that was both too brief and a blissful eternity, all he felt was the heat and tightness of Warrick’s mouth and the surge of pleasure each time Warrick grazed against his prostate. Too soon he felt himself stiffen in Warrick’s mouth and became aware of his fingers gripping the other man’s head.

“Warrick,” he groaned, “I’m—”

The fingers withdrew, and he felt one of his hands being firmly but gently removed from Warrick’s scalp. “Well, we can’t have that, can we?” Warrick asked, his eyes glinting as they met Leon’s bewildered gaze. Absently, Warrick snagged a string of precum before it could fall from Leon’s cock to his belly and sighed with happiness as he licked it from his finger. “You know, I can’t decide if I want to ride you or slide into you.”

Leon grabbed his lover’s hand before Warrick could complete another tasting and brought Warrick’s fingers to his own mouth, tasting himself as he suckled gently, watching Warrick’s eyes carefully as he did. “Well, both sound… delicious,” he said, guiding Warrick’s hand back to his own rampant cock, “but given that I’m already all lubed, relaxed, and ready….”

Warrick needed no further urging and reached over to grab the foil-wrapped condom before looking around for something to wipe the lube from his hand.

“Give that here,” Leon said, taking it from him and tearing it open.

“Thanks,” Warrick said, holding his hand out for the rubber sheath.

“Nuh-uh. Come here,” Leon said with a grin.

Warrick flushed and moved over on the bed, his hips thrusting forward almost obscenely. Taking the tip of the condom in his mouth, Leon used his lips and tongue to roll it down Warrick’s length, finding he required a few attempts to get it right as he tried to avoid using his teeth. When he finally got everything in place, he sat back and stared down at his handiwork.

“That was much less sexy than I thought it would be,” Leon said.

Warrick opened his eyes and stared at him. “You’ve never done that before?”

Leon shrugged. “No, saw it in a film.”

Warrick’s chuckle was slightly strained. “Well, it felt bloody good at this end.”

Even clad in rubber, Warrick was impressive, his member twitching rhythmically as Leon gazed down at it, fancying he could see the precum oozing into the rubber reservoir at the top of the prophylactic.

“So I see,” Leon said speculatively.

Warrick shook his head. “No, give me a minute, babe. If you don’t….”

Leon’s grin grew, and he pushed Warrick back down onto the bed, kneeling astride his hips and reaching behind him to grasp Warrick’s cock, bringing it up to his entrance and pushing back slightly.

“Leeeeon….” Warrick’s cry was a wish and a prayer, and his hands clamped around Leon’s hips, halting Leon’s attempts to take Warrick fully inside of him.

“God, I’m glad you’re not as thick as you are long,” Leon said, wriggling a bit.

Warrick’s hands tensed, and Leon winced, wondering if he’d have bruises the next day. “Please go slow,” Warrick whispered. “I’m not going to last very long if you don’t.”

Leon smiled and leaned down to kiss Warrick soundly. “I thought I’d be saying that to you.”

Warrick used his teeth to tug at Leon’s lower lip and thrust his hips ever so gently upward, sliding that little bit deeper in. “I thought I’d be on top. Well, you know, actually on top.”

Leon sighed with pleasure and slid down another inch. “So did I, but—” He gasped as Warrick nudged his prostate, and talk was forgotten. Instead, he rose up slightly and rocked back against Warrick’s erection, grinding faster and faster against his lover, pausing only slightly when he felt the heat of Warrick’s groin press up against his ass. Bracing himself against Warrick’s powerful shoulders, Leon moved faster, moaning as Warrick’s thrusts met his own movements. When a lube-slicked hand reached out to stroke him, he lost it, covering Warrick’s belly with pearly white cum. Almost at the same time, Warrick’s hips slammed hard against his ass and fingers tensed on his hips, holding him close as Warrick spent his load deep inside Leon, his face locked in contortions of pleasure. For a moment they stayed perfectly still, the only sound in the room their ragged breathing, and then Leon slumped down against Warrick’s larger frame, nuzzling his lover’s neck.