Disaster

I’ve got nothing to say but, heh, heh, sorry. Forgot I was writing this one… Lost my password for awhile there too… Oh, it occurred to me that I should have been responsible and had Leon get a condom too while he was in the bathroom. I mean, I am SURE Leon would have one or two laying around, but it just didn’t occur to me until this section was just about done. Well, D is some sort of deity. He is immune to STDs and stuff. YOU, on the other hand, AREN’T so always grab a rubber! ^.^V

OH! and I had 200 hits in about 5 days. Someone write a review! Even if it's just "look, I read it, 'ight?"



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Leon sat on the edge of the bed, his legs hanging off the side, as D walked on his knees across the mattress and came up behind him, sliding both of his hands across his chest. Leon looked toward him from over his shoulder and nearly laughed at the absurdity of the evening. The laugh never surfaced since D’s lips closed in on Leon’s too quickly. D guided Leon further into the bed, resting Leon’s back against the headboardless-wall, and straddled Leon’s lap, never breaking the series of deep kisses for more then a moment. Leon’s chapped lips ground and scrapped against D’s as D held onto Leon’s shoulders for balance. Leon’s fingered passed through D’s hair as D moved down, tasting Leon’s throat, shoulders, collarbone, and tracing the line down his chest. His breath came out in forced shudders and suppressed grunts as Leon foresaw D’s intentions.



D felt Leon’s erection brush against his body as none-too-slowly worked his way down. He wanted to savor the moment. He wanted things to unfold gradually, but some deeper, more primal desire prevented this night from being an idealized romantic encounter. There was no slow-burning romance at this moment between these men. No doubt, D thought giving Leon’s nipple a soft bite as he passed, some evening there would be hours of just holding each other and enjoying that warmth. D forced himself to linger on Leon’s lower abdomen, just bellow the navel, and gapped his mouth over the air, moving his lips against the skin, as he raked his nails down Leon’s sides. Leon’s body grew tense and squirmed, his hands reaching toward D and retracting into a pillow or sheet. D lowered himself further and hovered just barely avoiding contact over Leon’s erection. He locked eyes with Leon as he moistened his lips, furthering the delay, and enveloped Leon’s head. Careful to use his lips to prevent his teeth from grazing, D moved only against Leon’s head at first, his right hand moving against Leon’s sack, cupping and massaging, while his left arm supported his weight.



Leon moaned a sound typically reserved for dull-pain and rolled his head back resting against the wall. He blinked his eyes rapidly and roamed the room looking for something to focus on besides D’s eyes who continuously stared up at him. It was too much. D, bringing Leon’s eyes back, took him further into his mouth, willing his mouth to apply absolute pressure, once before withdrawing and using his tongue and lips on the shaft. D’s efforts works, everything around the men disappeared, as Leon stared, open-mouthed with heaving shoulders, at D. D became more sporadic in his motions, rotating from Leon’s head to shaft to a sudden deep-throating, all the while keeping his hand on Leon’s balls, feeling for change. When Leon arched awkwardly, D withdrew again, and moved up again, slipping one hand into Leon’s, as their lips met again.



D lifted himself up again, placing a kiss on Leon’s nose that surprised them both, and reached for the container of Vaseline that had fallen off the bed onto the floor. He removed the lid and scooped up a liberal amount, hating the way the stuff felt under his nails but loving how thick and goopy it felt against his flesh. He slid off Leon then, sitting in the middle of the bed with his legs splayed carelessly under him. D took Leon’s left hand into his own Vaseline covered hand and guided both to Leon’s awaiting erection. Both hands moved over each other and Leon’s member completely coating the area in warm slippery goo that got all over Leon’s thighs and bed. D rubbed some of the remained on Leon’s thigh as he nudged Leon into a new position.



For a moment, Leon hesitated as the two shuffled amongst the bound up fabrics and messy top sheet. He wanted D; he wanted to be inside D. It had nothing to do with Leon assigning himself the role of “the man” in the relationship, but out of some thread of familiarity and a desire to be more active. D, however, Leon felt confident in assuming, had past experiences with other men. “Uh, D, why don’t I…?”



“Hmm?”



Leon’s eyes avoided D’s, slightly uncomfortable in speaking D was going to make him say it. “Maybe you should, you know.”



“You don’t want to?”



“I do, but… ya know. I dunno wanna hurt you or something.”



D let a little laugh escape, sank backwards onto the bed more deeply, and pulled Leon by the neck toward him. “Oh sweet vanity. You won’t.”



Leon settled on his knees, one hand on D’s hip and the other passed over his erection again to collect more Vaseline. D lifted himself off the bed slightly resting the back of his knees on Leon’s thighs as Leon reached between D’s legs and ran has hand along D’s parting. His middle finger reached out for D’s opening, sopping with the pre-cum and Vaseline mixture, and felt the puckered rim of muscle open and close against him. He hesitantly pressed and pushed a little firm and the digit slid in. He shifted on his knees and stroked along D’s passage, going in as far as position allowed, retreating out, and then slowly sliding back in. After several passes with the one finger, his index finger was included, and he moved his hand not simply in-and-out with something of a corkscrew motion.



D, loving the feeling of Leon brushing up against his prostate, had closed his eyes when D first entered him but now looked to see Leon staring very expectantly at his face. “Hmmm?”



“I, uh, just wanna make sure you’re ready before I, um, do anything.” Leon mumbled. D rocked himself slightly against Leon who took the hint and removed his fingers one last time. Leon guided himself to D’s opening and pressed his head against the readied passage. He just barely entered then slowly, almost too slowly for D to have patience with, eased into D. While most of Leon was concerned with D’s comfort, part of him was just worried about shooting off early, having been brought close several times in the past forty-five minutes or so coupled with the fact he hadn’t been with anyone in months. And D was unbelievable, nearly unbearably, tight and warm and gripping. When Leon felt himself completely accepted, he slowly moved outwards. D resisted the urge to tell Leon he was not some sort of glass doll, knowing that Leon needed some time to test the proverbial waters. Seeing no sign of discomfort, quite the contrary, displayed on D’s face, Leon’s next motion was a little faster, a little bolder, as he stopped thinking about what he was doing and just did it. He started to thrust into D after a few slower passings that D encouraged with increased moans. Each time Leon felt himself come close, he slowed down, moving a hand to D’s erection and pumping. D twisted one hand into a pillow and another he kept on Leon’s moving chest, pulling on the few stray hairs he found there. D brought one leg up, leaning it against Leon’s shoulder, which not only provided Leon a better position but also tightened D even more, unnecessarily, so. Leon’s grip on D turned brutal, absently D thought he should look for marks when they finished, and his face froze with euphoria. Leon turned his head into D’s leg, the closet thing to his lips, and mouth against it as he peeled on of his hands of D’s hip quickly to grab D’s erection. Leon twitched on the verge and pumped D, the lubrication of their sex added to D’s own pre-come allowed his hand to pass rapidly, until D’s erection spilled milky white onto Leon’s hand and both men’s stomachs. Immediately Leon was lost in his own climax.



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Leon and D laid in comfortable silence. Leon’s thoughts were kept to himself while D recalled moments he had been unable to appreciate at the time. It was just so Leon-like. The entire event. Leon clutching at straws of comprehension and experiences. D felt smiled freely recalling how nervous Leon had been about being a bad lover, how apparently sincerely Leon worried about hurting him. D closed his eyes and pressed his smile against Leon’s chest listening to the heart slow back to a resting rate.



Leon kept one arm around D and reached for his alarm, turning it on for the morning. Despite everything, everything being whatever it was, it was still a workday. There were still assholes and scumbags on the streets, that didn’t change. New place. A new police chief. Not too far away a new partner at work. He’d figure out what was best for Chris sometime soon. Talk it over with D; get his input. He felt D’s eyelashes tickle his chest as D closed his eyes. D was probably the one stable he had lately. Past couple years he could always count on D being D, with his teas and cakes and…and animals. D had been there for Leon for sometime now, probably before either of them really noticed. Leon couldn’t say the same for himself. Imposing, suspicious, and often demonstrating the worst of his abilities, bungling and bumbling trying to prove D wrong. Well, with all that out of the way, he could focus on what really mattered, whatever the hell that was.



“fuck it. Too tired.” Leon mumbled yawning once, giving D a slight squeeze, and falling asleep.



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I don’t think ANY of us thought I would EVER finish! Ha ha! I think the story is done. I think were we can see them going from here. Yea for happy endings, of all sorts! I hope I wasn’t too bad in this last chapter especially. It took a lot of imagination and Google searching (Like using Vaseline. That seemed kinda weird but apparently some people do!) but that’s the best I can do now. Let me know what I need to work on besides, you know, not taking 14 years to finish one 20 page story.



Peace out!



Sandra


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