Tidbits of Love

Let It Hurt-4

The words vibrated through Leo, his heart dancing. Though every inch of his body left him feeling as though he’d been tackled by a professional football player, all he wanted to do was shut off the water and drag Caleb to their bed, caveman style. Watching the pavement give way to grass and brush, getting jostled around in his seat, he had cried, afraid their exchange of angry words would be how they ended. Thankfully he had walked away, and even though he hadn’t been given the chance to offer his apology picnic and suggest they bury the hatchet, he couldn’t complain.

Not when Caleb was touching him in such a way.

Oh, if only he didn’t hurt so much!

Maybe…maybe he could just…His thoughts swirled in a cloud of ecstasy brought forth by the ever-so-delightful things Caleb was doing. His lover knew just how he liked to be touched and Leo was finding it hard to concentrate on anything more than the hand sliding the length of his erection. It also didn’t help to have Caleb nibbling on his earlobe. Caleb was doing a fantastic job of keeping the accident from his mind.

“Oh,” he moaned, the pleasure building. It wasn’t until Caleb that he had truly understood the sheer joy of make-up s*x. They did it rarely but it always resulted in toe-curling orgasms. “Caleb…”

The water began to turn cold. Without a word, and much to Leo’s dismay, Caleb let him go, reaching around to twist the knob. A chill swept over his wet skin as Caleb drew back the shower curtain. If possible, he ached even more, watching the muscles of Caleb’s body, momentarily presented with a wonderful shot of the cop’s backside. He wasn’t entirely sure he could move without exploding. Caleb beckoned and with a bit of help he stepped out only to be embraced in the fluffy warmth of a towel.

A heartbeat later he discovered the joys of being rubbed dry by his lover.

He was practically ready to burst, and judging by the glint he saw in Caleb’s eyes, his lover knew exactly how he felt.

Hand in hand, fingers twined, Caleb led them from the bathroom into the bedroom. Lying down amongst the soft blankets was one of the most amazing things to Leo, and he was able to give a fleeting moment’s thought to how sore he’d be by morning before Caleb was on top of him and yet again forcing the accident from his mind. Their lips met, wrestling, tongues touching. He let his hand travel along the contours of Leo’s abs until he found a most promising treasure. He wrapped his fingers around Caleb’s erection, swirling his thumb over the head.

Caleb moaned, but did not break their kiss.

Wanting to return the favor, he trailed his fingertips lightly up and down Caleb’s erection, his lover always highly aroused more by ghostly, feathery touch than by a firm grip. At some point their lips parted, and Caleb rested gently against his shoulder, moans and gasps like sweet music to Leo’s ear. Closing his eyes, not once slowing his pace, mimicking the movements with his other hand along Caleb’s back, Leo basked in the glory of their togetherness. He was so thankful, almost to the point of tears, that they could share this time, it hadn’t all been torn away.

Caleb swore, uttering Leo’s name as he reached his high, his whole body shuddering with shockwaves of sheer pleasure.

Leo didn’t care in the least about the mess now covering his stomach. It wasn’t important.

“I love you,” Caleb said as he slowly came back down.

“And I you,” responded Leo, flicking his tongue against Caleb’s ear.

“Let me get a towel and—”

“Leave it,” Leo said, figuring the mess could be cleaned later.

Their eyes met, Caleb raising his eyebrows. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

For a moment he thought Caleb would object, then his lover leaned down to whisper in his ear. “You dirty, dirty boy.”

The simple remark—perhaps because of the stress of the accident or the worry of the argument—caused Leo to chuckle; which quickly turned to a gasp as Caleb kissed the tip of his now-neglected erection. In the blink of an eye, the entire length disappeared into Caleb’s mouth, Leo clutching fistfuls of the blanket as the warmth of his lover’s mouth brought him careening toward the brink. He arched his back, pain lancing across his chest, a hiss escaping as he clenched his jaw. It was a wonderful combination, pleasure and pain, his muscles aching, but his brain more occupied with other, more splendid matters.

Caleb had a mind-blowing technique that involved swirling his tongue as though writing words while he sucked.

That was all it took to make Leo see stars, his body finally finding the release it so desperately sought. He called out Caleb’s name, soaring on the waves that crashed over his body again and again. And with a touch of regret, he slowly returned to earth to find Caleb resting at his side, drawing figure eights in the sticky mess on his stomach.

There were tears in Caleb’s eyes.

“What’s wrong?”

Caleb shook his head. “I could have lost you today. This moment…” He seemed unable to finish the thought.

“Don’t.”

An eyebrow raised in silent question.

“Just let it go,” Leo said. “If need be, we can talk about it in the morning. Right now, please, I just want to be close to you, to feel you against me, with me. Please.”

“What if I hurt you?”

“Let it hurt.”

Caleb slipped his arms around Leo and kissed the man’s cheek, snuggling in close. “For you, my love, I would do anything.”