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Everything, it seemed, was different with Leo.
While he waited for the conditioning treatment to be done, Tristan rubbed sandalwood-scented body wash over Leo, using it as a shameless excuse to touch his sexy-as-fuck boyfriend’s firm muscles and gorgeous skin, his dick hardening as he did so.
“Eyes closed,” he instructed, then tipped Leo’s head back and rinsed the conditioner away. Once the water ran clear, Leo opened his eyes and stared up at Tristan with a mischievous smile on his face, the water droplets caught in his eyelashes sparkling like tiny diamonds.
Tristan surged forward and pulled Leo close, kissing him hard. Leo kissed him back, slid his hands down Tristan’s back and squeezed his arse. Tristan moaned into the kiss, and Leo pulled back, eyes bright. “Can I blow you?”
“Fuck, yes.” Tristan groaned.
Leo’s smile widened and he dropped to his knees right there. Tristan briefly debated suggesting that they move this to the bedroom, but then there was a hot mouth engulfing his cock and every coherent thought flew out of his head as Leo slipped one hand between his legs and started playing with his balls. Tristan’s cock throbbed urgently, and he couldn’t stop the filthy groan that left him, just like he couldn’t resist reaching out and threading his fingers through those wet curls and tugging gently.
Leo responded with a moan, wrapping his other hand around the rest of Tristan’s shaft and stroking him, the steady rhythm a delicious counterpoint to the wet heat of his mouth, and fuck, Tristan wasn’t going to last.
“Babe,” he gasped out, the hands in Leo’s hair clutching tighter.
Leo pulled back long enough to press a series of kisses to the crease of Tristan’s thigh that shouldn’t have been nearly as arousing as they were, then swallowed Tristan down again, his tongue laving against the shaft. Tristan could feel his orgasm gathering like a thundercloud, heavy and ready to burst.
“Leo,” he panted, “Babe, I’m gonna?—”
Then he did.
Leo didn’t pull back like he’d expected, instead working him gently through it, swallowing everything down and only pulling off when Tristan started to squirm with sensitivity.
Tristan swayed on his feet for a minute before he managed to pull himself together enough to reach out a hand and help Leo to his feet and pull him in for a hug. “Fuck,” he breathed in Leo’s ear. “That was—” He couldn’t even find words for how mind-blowing it had been.
“Yeah,” Leo said, “it was.” He sounded distinctly smug—which was probably justified, considering he’d just sucked Tristan’s brains out through his dick. It had been incredible, just like everything about Leo, and Tristan was overwhelmed with the need to be close to him.
“Fuck me?” he asked quietly.
Leo’s eyes went wide. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
Tristan reached over and turned the water off, then pulled Leo in for a messy, cum-flavoured kiss before dragging him, damp and grinning, out of the shower and into the bedroom. He had things to do and places to be, but right now, Leo was more important.
Somehow, Leo was always more important these days.
The afternoon brought an emergency visit to Pleasure Party, because Tristan wanted to check out their leather gear. Maybe a harness under his tuxedo jacket or something that he could reveal once he was inside? Ugh. He hated not being able to get this stupid outfit right. He’d even contemplated Harry’s hideous peacock suit, but he couldn’t quite bring himself to do it. He still wanted to look attractive. Besides, Harry and Jack had some stupid emotional attachment to the thing, and he wasn’t sure they’d let him borrow it.
“Why aren’t you more shocking?” he mumbled at the leather harness he was holding.
“What are you bitching about?” a familiar voice purred in his ear. He turned to find Miss O’Jenny standing behind him. She was wearing a gold lamé pantsuit and army boots. Her arms were folded over her ample silicone chest as she observed him with a furrow in her brow—not that he’d ever point out that her brow possessed a furrow, since he didn’t want to end up impaled on the pointy end of one of her stilettos. “Aren’t you meant to be in the first flush of passion with little Leo? But here you are, as cranky as a case of the clap. What gives?”
“I am in the flush of passion,” Tristan said after he’d leaned up and given her the obligatory peck on the cheek. “It’s just that I can’t find anything to wear tonight. I’m supposed to be Bad Boyfriending for Leo at a fancy dinner, and I need something that’s shocking but also scrapes by the dress code. It’s impossible.”
Jenny’s immaculate eyebrows shot up. “You’re Bad Boyfriending for your actual boyfriend?”
“Yeah. Long story short, his parents are stuffed shirts with political aspirations, and they’ve insisted Leo come to this dinner to get them the gay vote or something, only he’s done with their bullshit, so he wants me to go as his terrible date. I’m planning to pull out all the stops.”
“All the stops?”
“Yeah—but first I have to get in the door.”
Miss O’Jenny got a speculative look on her face. “Where’s the dinner?”
“I think Leo said it was the Point Seymour Yacht Club?”
The smile that Jenny gave him was positively wicked. “I know their dress code. Formal, but cocktail wear is acceptable.” She reached out and removed the harness from Tristan’s grip. “I have just the thing. And frankly, I’m insulted you didn’t come to me first. Don’t try to be your own fairy godmother, Cinderella.”
