Tidbits of Love

Let It Hurt-3

It took a bit of convincing on Caleb’s part and a promise to keep a vigilant eye on his lover, but eventually he got Leo tucked safely away in the cab of his truck, a few things retrieved from the wrecked car, and they headed for home. On the way, he shut off the police radio to avoid any further reports of the incident, the two of them riding in silence. He wanted so desperately to ask Leo about what happened, but figured it could wait for another time.

The paramedic assured him Leo should be fine, if not achy and sore for a few days. Upon arriving at the scene, the first officer found Leo standing on the side of the road with a napkin pressed to the gash. It hadn’t been a bad wreck, not by far, but it was enough to scare Caleb and he was already planning to call off work the next day or two.

He wanted to keep Leo in his sights as much as possible.

Back home, he helped ease his lover down from the truck and held tightly to Leo’s hand as they meandered up the walkway. Judging by Leo’s somewhat jerky steps, the pain was already starting to set in. Inside the home they’d shared the last three years, Caleb took one look at his beloved Leo and knew exactly what was needed, doing his best to ignore the troubled look in Leo’s eyes. There would be plenty of time later for a heart to heart; right now he wanted to get other tasks out of the way.

Cupping Leo’s face in his hands, he softly ran his thumb over the spot where the bruise continued to darken. “I was foolish,” he said, his eyes searching Leo’s. “I was hurt and wanted you to feel the same so I just let my anger get the best of me in the worst way. It’s been eating away at me all day and I wanted so badly to call you, but the fear you wouldn’t answer or that you didn’t want to hear from me kept me frozen. Oh, Leo, I hope you realize just how much I love you.”

To punctuate the statement, he leaned forward, bringing his lips to Leo’s. The kiss was soft and gentle, yet filled with a deeper desire, the hunger of getting closer. Leo moaned, prompting Caleb to hastily pull back, afraid he might have hurt his lover. It pleased him to see the flush coloring Leo’s cheeks.

“Can you ever forgive me?”

Leo raised a hand, taking hold of Caleb’s wrist and working their fingers together. “I was on my way to apologize to you,” he offered with a little chuckle.

“If we hadn’t gotten into a fight…” Caleb left the rest of the thought unspoken.

A quick kiss from Leo. “It is what it is.”

His beloved might have been willing to let him off the hook easily, but it did little in the way of making Caleb feel better. There were so many things he wanted to say, afraid none of them would do justice, so he chose to let his actions speak for him. Quickly he assessed Leo, picking up on the pain his lover was in, thinking about how achy Leo must feel after being tossed around in the front seat after going off into the ditch. Without a single word, he directed Leo to the bathroom, careful to keep the pace slow. The paramedic said painkillers should be fine—he hated the lack of confidence in the use of “should”—so he grabbed a bottle of aspirin from the medicine cabinet, filled a glass with water, and presented the little gift to Leo; who accepted graciously.

Caleb twisted the shower nozzle to warm and while it heated he turned back to Leo. “I think you might need a touch of help.”

They shared another kiss as Caleb took the hem of Leo’s shirt in his hands, tugging it upward. With some effort, Leo being a bit stiff, they managed to get it off, ditching the article on the floor. The threat of tears returned as Caleb took in the bruises crisscrossing Leo’s chest. Tentatively he ghosted his fingers over them, mindful not to cause Leo anymore pain. His lover had yet to speak and though it worried him, Caleb pushed it to the back of his mind. He had a strong desire to pull Leo in close, to feel skin on skin, to touch and taste, and never let the man go again out of fear it might all be lost.

He needed Leo.

And clearly the need was mutual; Leo was undoing the buttons of his uniform shirt. Caleb shrugged out of it. In a flash, socks and shoes were kicked off, pants tossed aside, leaving the two of them in their undies. Along the way there had been loving caresses and lingering kisses, the heat between them growing until it was hard to ignore. Caleb slipped his hands into Leo’s boxers, making sure to brush one along the treasure waiting there, then slid them around back to momentarily grasp Leo’s ass, then disposed of the pesky cloth.

One of his favorite things was drinking in the sight of a buff Leo.

The curve of his thighs.

His smooth abs.

The muscles in his arms.

His strong jaw, lush lips, and mesmerizing eyes.

Even the little birthmark on his right hip that sort of resembled a paw print—according to Leo, it was the inspiration behind his name.

Caleb wanted nothing more than to devour Leo right then and there, but he hesitated. Steam curled through the bathroom.

“What?” Leo finally broke his silence.

Once again he traced the bruises, pressing his lips lightly against one just north of Leo’s left n****e. “I want you, my love, but I’m afraid I’ll hurt you.”

Leo took his hand, leading him over to the shower. “Let it hurt.” He ducked under the stream of water.

After a heartbeat Caleb removed his boxers and followed him, letting most of the water fall on Leo, hoping it would help ease the aches and pains. Grabbing the soap, he worked it into a considerable lather and began rubbing it over Leo’s back. His fingers followed the dips and curves, from strong shoulders down the small of Leo’s back, and over perfectly rounded cheeks. He drew close, pressing up against Leo’s backside. He left a trail of kisses along Leo’s neck and collarbone, enjoying the taste of his man.

While he kept his lips busy, his fingers worked a little magic of their own, taking firm hold of Leo’s c**k. Keeping one hand wrapped around the base. He moved the other up and down, alternating his speed, loving the way it felt to have Leo lean back into him, his own erection trapped between them. The moans issuing from Leo brought him a deal of satisfaction, though not nearly enough to dampen the guilt.

Or make him feel they were close enough.

“Leo,” he whispered. “Sweet, delectable Leo, I want you.”