Page 32 of Conflict Conclusion

“Darlin’, it’s okay,” Leon said, catching James before he could scurry off after the cat. “She’s going to need to check out the room before she can feel safe. Let her do her thing, and we can do ours.”

He waggled his eyebrows suggestively, mostly just to distract James, but somehow it actually worked. James grabbed him by the back of the head and kissed him fiercely, walking him backward until his knees hit the mattress.

“Careful of my wall,” Leon protested.

James gave one of his infamous, put upon sounding sighs as Leon kicked off his pants and underwear and scrambled up onto the bed. James removed his clothes with a little more care, glancing at Purrsephone on the other side of the room before tossing his clothes in the hamper and climbing onto the bed after Leon.

It was such a small thing, amidst a day of very big things, but seeing James’ clothes sitting on top of his own, as if it was just a foregone conclusion they would do their laundry together tomorrow, made Leon’s heart skip a beat.

“James,” Leon breathed, and James captured his mouth in another kiss.

Leon fumbled around until he found the strap and lube, but James paused before accepting them. “This is what you want right now?”

“Fuck yes. I’ve wanted it since that night on your cruise.” A thought struck him, and, unfortunately, he wasn’t able to clamp his mouth shut before it tumbled out. “Is the move what your mom wanted to talk to you about over dinner?”

James’ cheeks turned a ruddy pink, and he ducked his head, clutching the dildo and lube to his chest almost protectively. “It was, yeah. I’m sorry it took me so long to tell you. I was still sort of processing it all, and then with Hailey’s party and your…”

His voice trailed off, and his shoulders curled in.

Leon decided to rescue him from himself. “Me and my shit. Yeah, I get it, darlin’. It’s okay, seriously. It all worked out in the end.”

James bit his lip, making no progress in getting himself or Leon ready. Leon was tempted to pout, but he chose to be proactive instead, spreading his legs and tipping his hips up suggestively.

Pink spread down James’ neck as his eyes drank in Leon’s position. “You…want me on top, then?”

“Please,” Leon whispered, spreading his legs even wider.

As if it was beyond his control, James’ hand reached out to touch him but then froze in midair. “Oh, wait, one second.”

To Leon’s utter dismay, James tossed the dildo and lube back down on the bed and scurried into the bathroom. The sound of the sink running floated out to Leon, and he flopped down on the bed.

Was it a good idea to wash his hands after handling the outdoor kitty? Probably. Did Leon give a fuck? Not in the slightest, but he loved his little mensch for thinking of it.

Leon waited until the water stopped, then got up to wash his own hands. He didn’t even bother drying them, just grabbed James by the wrist and dragged him back towards the bed.

“Okay, okay, baby. I got it,” James said, all signs of worry, trepidation, and shame gone. His grin was two dimples wide, and his eyes were the sparkling blue of Leon’s dreams.

“I need you inside me, like, ten minutes ago.”

“Okay,” James said with a laugh as he grabbed the lube bottle.

“Don’t need much prep,” Leon grunted, throwing himself back into his earlier position, spreading his legs as wide as they would go. He’d prepped himself in the shower after the party, still feeling a bit jagged around the edges from his talk with Hailey and her mom. His plan had been to ask James to fuck him as soon as he came through the door, but obviously a certain orange someone had upended that plan.

James teased around his hole for only a moment before sinking his first finger in all the way to the knuckle.

“Fuck,” Leon groaned as James went right for his prostate. “Darlin’, please.”

James fluttered his dark lashes as he pressed in a second finger.

“James—ahh!”

With near perfect precision, James slotted in a third finger and pressed down on that sensitive bundle of nerves. Leon’s dick twitched, precum dribbling out of the tip as James rubbed and teased him mercilessly.

He was going to come if he didn’t do something right now, so with bleary eyes, he snatched the dildo out of James’ hands and placed it at James’ entrance.

“Do you need—” Leon started to ask, but James closed his free hand around Leon’s and pressed up, slotting the dildo inside himself in one smooth movement.

James’ moan lit Leon up on the inside, like the Fourth of July fireworks they’d watched the month before. They’d gone to a small park near Charlie’s dog shelter, and, just like that night, Leon was overwhelmed with how much he loved James, and just how grateful he was for the life they shared.