Chapter 4

He heard the rustle of fabric as Leonard pushed his trousers and briefs the rest of the way off. Then Leonard's hands were on him again, spreading him open. Dave buried his face in the cushion as a hot flush of shame and want washed over him. Leonard's thumb brushed over him, not entering, just tracing the furl of muscle, and Dave jerked at the touch. 

“You're tight,” Leonard observed, his voice thick. “Don't you guys do it —?”

“No.” The admission was a whisper. He didn't even need Leonard to complete the question, he knew what he wanted to ask. Adam had always been detached, right from the time they got together. They only fucked thrice in a month, four times if Dave got lucky. 

"Do you want me to?"

Dave nodded before speaking. "Yes. I want you to fuck me." 

"I want that, but I don't have con—” Leonard began, but Dave cut him off.

“In the car. It's in the side pocket of the bag I kept on the back seat. I didn't lock the car, so you can get it from there.” The words were rushed, breathless. He'd packed it when he left the house, in a haze of grief and fury, a tiny, defiant act of hope he hadn't understood until this moment.

Leonard was silent for a beat. Then Dave heard his footsteps, bare feet on the floorboards, moving away toward the sitting room before he heard the front door open. Leonard didn't even bother to throw in any clothes before leaving the house. As he had no workers around, he didn't really think it was necessary.

Dave stayed bent over the sofa, listening until he heard the front door open again. He was trembling, his cock hanging heavy and neglected between his legs, dripping onto the rug.

The footsteps returned, and Leonard came to stand behind him again. Dave heard the click of a cap and the wet sound of lubrication, then Leonard's hands were back on his hips. A slick, cool finger pressed against him, circling, before pushing slowly inside.

Dave choked. The stretch was intense, foreign, a burning fullness that stole his breath. He forced air into his lungs as he relaxed on the couch, widening his thighs. The initial burn subsided, replaced by a deeper, stranger sensation of being filled.

As if he understood when his body needed it, Leonard moved his finger, a slow in-and-out that made Dave's toes curl against the rug. A second finger joined the first, the stretch sharper, making Dave gasp. But Leonard was relentless in his care, scissoring him gently, working him open until the burn melted into a throbbing, needy ache.

“There,” Leonard said softly, his fingers crooking, brushing a spot inside that made Dave see stars. A broken cry tore from Dave's throat as pleasure so shocking that he felt he might faint, radiated out from that point, coiling around his spine. “That's it.”

He added a third finger. Dave was panting now, pushing back against Leonard's hand, his cock leaking steadily. He was a mess of want, every nerve alight. This was something he had chased for five years. Adam never cared. He fucking didn't care, only about himself, aside from when he wanted to be generous. 

Leonard prepared him with a thoroughness that felt like worship, stretching him, lubing him until Dave was slick and open and begging with wordless sounds. When he was certain he was good, Leonard withdrew his fingers. 

Dave heard the tear of a foil packet and the soft rustle as Leonard rolled the condom on before the blunt, hot pressure of his cock nudged against him.

Leonard's hands settled on his hips as he leaned over him, his chest pressing against Dave's back, with his mouth close to his ears.

 “This is the point of no return,” he breathed against Dave's skin. “Once I'm inside you, he's gone. You understand? There's no going back to what you were.”

Dave turned his head to meet Leonard's gaze. “He's already gone.” He had been gone to him, for a long time…

Leonard's eyes held his for a long, suspended moment, then he pushed. The stretch was immense. It was a burning fullness that eclipsed everything. Dave cried out, his fingers digging into the cushions. Leonard didn't stop. He pushed slowly, until he was fully sheathed, his hips flush against Dave's ass.

Dave felt every inch of him. He was so big that Dave felt the stretch, like he was being fucked by a fist. 

Leonard didn't move, he stayed buried deep, his forehead dropped between Dave's shoulder blades, his breathing ragged. “God,” he groaned, the word muffled against Dave's skin. “You feel… impossible.”

He moved, gently at first, to get Dave used to the feel of him inside him. He wanted him to feel nothing but pleasure. It was the only thing that would make him feel good.

Dave tried to match his thrusts as best as he could. The initial burn had transformed into a deep, rolling pleasure, the friction of Leonard's cock stroking that incredible spot inside him with every inward push. Dave pushed back, meeting him, their bodies finding a rhythm that was ancient and new all at once.

The sound of it was filthy, skin slapping against skin, wet, rhythmic, punctuated by their ragged breaths and Dave's choked-off moans. Leonard's pace increased and his thrusts became harder, more urgent. One of his hands slid around Dave's hip, finding his neglected cock, and wrapped around it. 

“Fuck!” Dave moaned, clenching his teeth at the double feeling, one coming from his cock and the other from his ass. He felt like he was being taken apart, filled and stroked.

“This is mine now,” Leonard growled, possessively in his ears. “This feeling. This heat. You give this to him again, and I'll know. I'll see it in your eyes.”

“Yes! Just yours!” Dave sobbed as his orgasm built like a tidal wave, unstoppable. Leonard's hand on him was perfect, his thrusts hitting that spot dead-on every time. 

Dave came with a shattered cry, his release pulsing over Leonard's fist and onto the rug below. The contractions of his climax clenched around Leonard's cock, milking him, pulling a guttural roar from the older man's throat. Leonard drove into him one last, deep time and held there, his body shuddering as he found his release.

For a long moment, they stayed like that, locked together, breathing in ragged unison. Slowly and as carefully as he could, in his state, Leonard pulled out. 

Moaning the loss, Dave slumped forward over the sofa, his legs unable to hold him. Leonard disposed of the condom, then returned. He didn't speak, he simply gathered Dave into his arms and lifted him with an easy strength that belied his age, and carried him to the largest sofa in the room. He sat, settling Dave against his chest, and pulled a soft wool throw from the back of the couch to cover them both.

Dave lay against him, boneless, his ear pressed to Leonard's chest. He could hear the steady beat of his heart, slowly returning to normal as Leonard's fingers carded through his hair.

They stayed that way for a few minutes until Leonard noticed Dave was shivering. He gathered him up, blanket and all and carried him from the sofa as if he were made of something precious. 

Dave didn't protest. Instead, he looped an arm around Leonard's neck and pressed his face against the column of his throat, breathing in the scent of him; clean sweat, whiskey, and something fundamentally male. 

Leonard took him to his room instead of the guest room, where Dave was supposed to stay. He carried him straight to the bed and laid him down gently. Dave watched as Leonard moved to the window. He thought he was about to close the blinds, but he didn't. Instead, he picked up his phone from a dresser, and the screen lit his face in a pale blue glow.

He turned, waving the phone at Dave. “Thirty missed calls from your husband.” His voice was devoid of emotion, like he wasn't talking about his son. “He also texted, asking to know if you told me where you went. He wants to seek you out so he can apologise.” He scoffed at that. Even if he hadn't just fucked Dave like he knew he shouldn't, he wouldn't have told Adam where he was.