Page 111 of Everything's Better With You
“And I’ve got to work.” Joe placed his hand on Leslie’s cheek. “Whether it’s at Greenvale for as long as they’ll have me, in LA forDance Machine, or New York…I have to work. As long as this body will cooperate. Will you accept that part of me as well?”
Leslie wrapped his arms around Joe and pulled him tight against him.
“As long as you come home to me, as long as we talk while you’re away, as long as we continue to be honest… Yeah, Joe. I want to be your home. I want to take care of you when you need me, and I want to continue watching you soar.”
This was a lot for Leslie, Joe knew. Something drastic had shifted between them and Joe was elated. Gone was any fear about committing, as long as Leslie was behind him unconditionally, they could have the kind of life people wrote romance novels about. That elusive happily ever after was in their grasp.
“And can we spend Christmas in Hawaii every year? Because this is awesome.”
Leslie touched their foreheads together. “Whatever you want, Twinkle Toes.”
They began to kiss and within moments they were ready for a horizontal surface. Joe’s legs were shaking so bad and Leslie’s height made things difficult for shower sex.
“Let me shave first,” Joe said and Leslie shook his head.
“Leave it. I like it.”
Joe raised his eyebrows. “Well, all right then.”
They climbed into Leslie’s massive four-poster canopied king and Joe sighed. “I might never leave this bed,” he said and then Lesliereached over to the side table and used a remote to open the glass doors. A warm breeze drifted in and Joe moaned. “This is heaven.”
“It’s always tempting to stay in bed here,” he said. “And with you beside me, itisheaven.”
Joe dragged his fingers over Leslie’s abs and then stroked his erection. “I think you should bring this heavenly body up here and make love to me.”
“Actually…” Leslie ran his hand up Joe’s arm to his shoulder and Joe recognized the uncertainty in his expression.
“You want me?”
Leslie nodded and lay on his back. “I’ve…I haven’t—”
“I’ve got you,” Joe said. “Not everyone likes it, though, and we can stop at any time.” His heart was spilling over with love for this man who was so giving and brave enough to ask for what he wanted.
Joe talked Leslie through the prep, was so gentle with him, giving him time to adjust. When Leslie was trembling with need and begging for more, Joe slid on a condom and ran his hands over the backs of Leslie’s thighs.
“I’m sorry I’m not as flexible as you.” Leslie laughed nervously.
“You’re gorgeous, babe.” Joe was nervous, too. He hadn’t ever been someone’s first, and he didn’t want to hurt him. He pressed in slowly and Leslie’s eyes went wide before he smiled and relaxed a bit, his head falling back on the pillow.
“More.”
A thrill shot down Joe’s spine and he gave Leslie what he asked for, and when Leslie’s cries of “more” turned into “yeah, baby,” Joe let go of his hesitation, loving their closeness, loving that he could make Leslie scream, Leslie who was so prim and proper in every aspect of his life, who was so damnnice, and yet who turned into an unrestrained sex god under Joe’s touch.
“God, yes, Joe, I’m coming.” And Leslie came on his chest without Joe even touching his cock, his muscles rippling, his pink skin now red and splotchy and covered in a sheen of sweat and spend. Joe loved the view, so he pulled out, removed the condom and added to the mess on Leslie’s abs.
“Fuck, that is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” Leslie moaned. “You are so fucking good, Joe.”
Joe dragged his cock against Leslie’s and Leslie gasped. “I am here for your viewing pleasure.” And then he collapsed next to Leslie and panted. “Although, my hip is warning me that an encore might not be the best plan.”
Leslie cleaned them both up and then ran a hand over Joe’s right hip flexor, bending over to kiss him there. “I’m sorry. And thank you, Twinkle Toes. That was awesome. I wasn’t sure I’d ever want to, but I wanted to with you.”
“I’m honored you trusted me,” Joe said, pushing a wisp of Leslie’s hair off his forehead. “Everything is better with you,” Joe said. “Especially intercourse. I never really wanted anyone like that…never liked giving or receiving it much until you. Guess I’m demisexual after all.”
“Everything is better with you, Joe. I love you.”
“I love you, baby.”
They reluctantly emerged from Leslie’s casita to join the rest of the fam for dinner…and the inevitable razzing.
