The Last Room at the Lakeside

Leo pulls his fingers free, wiping his hand on the sheets, and reaches for the condom, tearing open the foil with his teeth. He rolls the latex down his shaft with shaking hands, slicking more lube over himself until he’s glistening.

He guides you back onto the bed, urging you onto your hands and knees, your ass in the air. You go willingly, spreading your legs wider, presenting yourself for him. Leo grips your hips, his thumbs digging into the meat of your ass cheeks, and notches the head of his cock against your hole.

"Ready?" he asks, his voice a low growl.

"Yes," you breathe, your fingers twisting in the sheets. "God, yes, Leo, fuck me, please—"

He thrusts forward, slow and steady, breaching the tight ring of muscle and sliding deep in one smooth motion. You groan, long and low, your head dropping between your shoulders, your whole body trembling. "Fuck," you gasp, your voice rough with pleasure. "Leo, you feel so good—"

Leo doesn’t give you time to adjust, setting a hard, driving rhythm right from the start. His hips snap forward, his cock dragging over your prostate with every thrust, sending sparks of pleasure skittering along your nerve endings. You push back to meet him, your arms trembling with the effort of holding yourself up.

"Harder," you beg, your voice cracking. "Fuck me harder, Leo, I won’t break—"

Leo snarls, his grip on your hips tightening, and slams into you, his hips cracking against your ass with the force of his thrusts. The bed creaks in protest, the headboard banging against the wall, but you barely notice, lost in the feel of him, the stretch and burn and incredible fullness of his cock inside you.

"Touch yourself," Leo growls, his voice guttural, barely human. "Want to feel you come on my cock."

You reach for your cock with a trembling hand, stroking yourself in time with his thrusts. Pleasure coils tight in the pit of your stomach, building with every slap of Leo’s hips against your ass, every drag of his cock over that spot inside you. "Leo," you gasp, your voice high and thin, "Leo, I’m close, I’m gonna—"

"Come on," Leo urges, his voice rough with strain. "Come for me, Elias, wanna feel you—"

He punctuates his words with a particularly brutal thrust, his cock pegging your prostate just right, and it’s all over. You come with a shout, your cock pulsing in your fist, spilling thick and white over your knuckles and onto the sheets below. Your ass clamps down on Leo’s cock, spasming around him, and he follows you over the edge with a guttural moan, his hips stuttering as he empties himself inside the condom.

You collapse forward onto your elbows, your chest heaving, your whole body trembling in the aftermath. Leo drapes himself over your back, his breath harsh in your ear, his sweat-slicked chest sticking to your overheated skin. "Holy shit," he breathes, his voice rough, unsteady. "That was... wow."

You laugh, the sound breathless and giddy, your body still sparking with the aftershocks of your orgasm. "Yeah," you agree, your voice just as rough. "Wow is one word for it."

Leo presses a smiling kiss to the nape of your neck, his lips lingering on your sweat-damp skin. "Gimme a minute," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble. "And we can do it again."

You shiver, your spent cock giving a valiant twitch against your belly, and you know without a doubt that you’re utterly, completely fucked.

You shiver, your spent cock twitching against your belly. Later, you lie tangled together, the storm softened to rain. Leo’s head rests on your chest. There’s comfort in the silence, an ease that feels both new and familiar.

"I’ve been thinking about what you said," Leo murmurs. "About hiding behind the lens."

You hum, fingers stilling on his skin.

"I think we all do it," he says. "Hide behind jobs, roles, personas. Easier than letting people see the real us."

You consider this. "It’s lonely, isn’t it? Never letting anyone in."

Leo shifts, meeting your gaze, mischief replaced by quiet intensity. "Yeah. It really is."

You hold his gaze, something unspoken passing between you. Leo leans in, brushing a soft kiss against your lips. "Coffee?" he murmurs, smiling.

You smile back. "Perfect."

Leo pads naked to the coffee maker. You watch him, admiring the lean lines of his body. He grins, wiggling his ass playfully.

The smell of brewing coffee fills the room. Leo brings you a steaming mug, climbing back into bed. "What’s next for you?" he asks. "After this assignment?"

You shrug. "Back to Seattle. Develop film, edit photos. Figure out the next job."

Leo nods. "You ever think about staying put? Putting down roots?"

You look at him, noting the hopeful glint in his eyes. "I’ve thought about it. Never had a reason to before."

Leo meets your gaze, smiling. "Maybe you do now."

You hold his gaze, your heart pounding. Then you smile, small but real. "Maybe I do."

The sun rises as you dress. You pack slowly, reluctant. Leo watches from the bed.

At the door, you pause. "This was..." you trail off.

"Incredible," Leo supplies, smiling. "Unexpected. Amazing."

You nod. "All of the above."

Leo steps forward, cupping your face. "Stay in touch?" he murmurs.

"You know it," you whisper, kissing him slow and sweet.

When you pull back, Leo’s eyes are dark with emotion. "Till next time, Elias Thorne," he says, voice rough with promise.

You smile. "Till next time, Leo Hayes."

You step out into the morning, the promise of something new hanging in the air.