Page 43 of Everything's Better With You
Joe started to climb down from the Bronco and Les stepped in front of him.
“No, stay. You look good in this car.” Leslie stepped forward and with the Bronco’s height, they were eye level. Les snaked his hands around Joe’s ass and pulled him forward, caressing Joe’s thighs that had split to accommodate Les’s hips. He reached up to touch Joe’s hair and Joe pulled back.
“I’m all sweaty.”
“I don’t care. I want to kiss you.”
Joe reached for Les without hesitation and pulled him in for a fiery kiss that had him wrapping his legs around Les’s torso. Les’s arms were so massive as he held Joe to him. It was almost too much. Joe had a moment of panic, but then he realized this was Leslie and he had nothing to fear. Leslie would let go immediately if Joe hesitated.
“Hey, where’d you go?”
Joe stiffened a little. How did he tell Leslie, the sweetest man he’d ever known, that this was new for him, this kind of intimacy? That he hadn’t always been touched as lovingly as Les always touched him. How did he explain the flare-up of his fight or flight reflex?
“Nothing…aren’t you worried about someone seeing?” he reached up and turned off the map light.
“Who? My brothers? Please. The worst that could happen is the two of them singing the sitting in a tree song while they make kissing noises at us. They’re children—you realize that, don’t you?”
Joe laughed and rested his head on Leslie’s shoulder. “They’re fun though, right?”
“Fun, yeah. Like jock itch maybe. Athlete’s Foot.”
Joe pinched his side and Les grunted.
“Fine, they’re fun, but I don’t want to think about my brothers right now.” Les pressed a kiss to Joe’s neck and Joe shivered. “Did you have fun tonight?”
“Hmmm, I’m having fun right now,” Joe said and he chuckled, running his fingers through Les’s hair.Yep, just like sunshine. He inhaled and moaned. “But yes, dancing was fun.”
“I love watching you dance,” Leslie said, pulling back with a smile. “I could watch you for hours.”
“I couldkissyou for hours.” Joe tugged on Les’s hair and captured his lips, loving this height advantage. He let his hands wander over Les’s T-shirt clad torso, amazed by the length of his biceps, his massive deltoids, the divots in his back where his lats inserted into his scapulae. His enormous hands nearly spanned Joe’s waist, and when they cupped his generous ass, Leslie groaned.
“God, Joe.”
“I know, right?”
Leslie pulled away from the kiss and laughed, resting his head on Joe’s shoulder.
“I can’t believe we’re making out in a car,” Leslie said, shaking his head. “I promised I’d wait—”
“Wait for what? You know, I don’t want to wait anymore. Life isn’t going to wait for us forever. Besides, we have a lot of time to make up for. Seems silly to keep putting it off.”
Fourteen
Leslie
“You’re right,” Leslie breathed. Joe had assured him he wanted to explore this thing between them. No time like the present? Why couldn’t Leslie just relax and take what Joe was offering? “I don’t…I don’t know what…where to start.”
Joe’s smooth hands on his face were cool from the air conditioning in the sultry summer evening. He ran his fingers over Leslie’s cheekbones, dragging a thumb over Leslie’s lips. Floodlights danced in Joe’s dark brown eyes as he pursed his lips.
“Tell me what you imagined would happen. How did you think of me over the years? What did you wish to happen?”
Joe continued to touch him lightly, exploring, and by the time he reached Leslie’s chest, he was panting. How did he ask for what he wanted? Leslie ran his thumbs over Joe’s pelvic bones and tried to find the words.
“Hey,” Joe said, using his finger to lift Leslie’s chin. “You can sayanything to me. I’m always going to be honest with you. I’ve told you before that I have issues around sex, so anything you tell me is going to be between us and I’m going to understand.”
Leslie exhaled, his chest loosening up a bit at Joe’s confession. They had talked about Joe’s issues. He had a hard time with being touched, hard time trusting people, but he’d sworn he trusted Leslie to the fullest. They’d known each other a long time, although the context was unusual.
“Things are different with you,” Leslie began, “but I put so much pressure on performance and worrying that sometimes I just…can’t.”
