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Tristan moved back to give Leo space to step into the shower and stumbled. It was only a tiny misstep, and he caught himself easily, but it was enough for Leo.
“No,” he said. “Come on, bed. We’re doing this lying down on a non-slippery surface.” He grabbed Tristan’s towel and threw it at him.
“I love it when you bully me.”
“I refuse to have to explain to the nurses in A and E at the hospital where you work how you cracked your skull on shower tiles,” Leo said firmly. “I mean, they’ve met you, so they’d probably guess, but still.”
“That’s fair,” Tristan said, wrapping the towel around his hips. “I’m a respectable surgeon-in-training these days. I have a reputation to uphold.”
Leo, stark naked, took him by the hand and drew him out of the bathroom, down the hallway to their bedroom. Tristan left wet footprints the whole way. He looked back to find Tristan laughing at him.
“What?”
“Remember when you were shy?”
Leo laughed too. “Shut up. Smart arses don’t get blow jobs.”
“Now that’s not true at all,” Tristan said. “I blew you the other week when you kicked my arse at Trivial Pursuit.”
“Smart and smart arse aren’t the same thing,” Leo said, grinning. “Now lie down and let me do my thing.”
Tristan dropped the towel and lay back on their bed. “God, that feels good.”
“I haven’t done anything yet.”
“Yeah, I know. Sorry. Just being on a fucking mattress feels good.”
“I’m gonna make this quick,” Leo said, “so you can crash out, okay? And tomorrow morning, we’ll have dessert and talk about all the amazing ways you’re going to reciprocate.”
Tristan smiled. “That sounds perfect, babe.”
Leo sat on the edge of the bed and took a second just to look at Tristan. “You’re gorgeous,” he said softly.
“My hair’s a mess, and I have bags under my eyes,” Tristan countered.
“Don’t care. You’re still gorgeous.” Leo moved so he was kneeling between Tristan’s legs and started stroking his semi-erect cock, which hardened rapidly under his touch.
“Mmm, you’re so good at that, babe,” Tristan said, closing his eyes.
“Well, I do run a sex shop for a living,” Leo said before leaning down and taking Tristan’s dick in his mouth. Tristan let out a low moan and his thighs tensed. Leo ran his palms along them in long strokes, the blond hair coarse beneath his fingers, and began to blow Tris properly, losing himself to the rhythm of hot, slick skin dragging softly across his lips—in and out, in and out, in and out. Tristan groaned and rolled his hips when Leo swirled his tongue around the tip of his cock, so Leo did it again. He massaged Tristan’s balls gently with one hand in a way he knew would send him over the edge fast—he’d promised it’d be quick—and was rewarded with a salty burst of pre-cum. Leo grinned around Tristan’s leaking cock. His boyfriend was a sucker for a good blow job, and Leo gave very good blow jobs. He’d practised. Tristan tangled a hand in his hair and gave a sharp tug. “Babe?—”
Leo relaxed his throat and swallowed Tristan’s length down as far as he could, humming as he did so. Tristan’s grip tightened for a second before he was holding Leo’s head in place, making absolutely filthy sounds as he came. Leo swallowed most of the cum flooding his mouth, but he let a few stray drops pool in the corner, purely because he knew that Tristan liked seeing it, and he’d been working hard. He’d saved lives today, and he deserved every good thing Leo could give him.
“Fuck, babe,” Tristan slurred. “That was fantastic.”
Leo shuffled up the bed and propped himself up on one elbow, grinning. “You’re fantastic.”
“Mmm. Lucky I don’t have work tomorrow. I think it’ll take all weekend for the brain cells you sucked out of me to regenerate.” Tristan pulled him in for a kiss, soft and lazy. “Thanks, babe. Love you.”
Leo pressed a kiss to Tristan’s temple. When he pulled back, he went to tell Tristan he loved him, too, but he discovered there was no point. Tristan’s eyes were closed, his mouth was open, and his face was already slack with sleep.
Leo curled up against his chest and smiled to himself. It was fine. He could tell Tristan he loved him tomorrow.
And every day after that.
Epilogue
Connelly Estate was several hours from Sydney, in the Hunter Valley. Tristan and Leo left early on Saturday morning, sharing a hire car with Harry and Jack, and arrived before noon. It was a gorgeous day. The sky was a brilliant blue, and the air smelled of eucalyptus and wattle, courtesy of the trees that lined the driveway from the turnoff up to the house.
