Page 11 of Conflict Conclusion

That happened more times than not when James gave him a prostate orgasm. That ball of warmth dropped down between James’ legs, and he pressed his thighs together. “Yeah? Do you…want to keep going?”

If they were together, James wouldn’t have asked. He would have kept his fingers inside Leon and given him just a few beats to catch his breath before starting again.

He waited for Leon’s hum of agreement before asking, “Did you take your finger out?”

Leon muttered a soft “uh-uh.”

James sat up and leaned back against the pillows so he could spread his legs. Wetness dripped down his ass, and he wished he had thought to get a towel, but it was too late now.

“Good, I want you to add a second finger. I think you’re ready for some thrusting. Lord knows I am.”

“You didn’t come, did you?” Leon asked.

“Not yet, baby. I wanted to wait until I was inside you.”

Leon moaned. “Please, James, I need it.”

“Can you get up to three fingers for me? Alternate thrusting and rubbing all three fingers on your spot.”

Leon whined, and there was a fair amount of shuffling and grunting. “So…tight.”

“I know you are, baby…feels so good,” James said, grasping his dick between his thumb and forefinger and beginning to stroke up and down. He let out his own moan, and Leon’s resulting whimper had him teasing a finger inside himself, soreness forgotten. “I want to use my strapless strap on you…feel it moving inside me every time I thrust into you.”

“Please,” Leon groaned.

“Going to bend you over the edge of your bed, spread your beautiful cheeks and slam into you,” James said.

His breath came faster as the sounds on the phone and his own dirty talk heightened the pleasure his fingers were bringing him.

“Yes,” Leon gasped. “I–I want…James, fuck.”

“I’m right here, baby.”

“Oh god, I’m close…again,” he said, his voice breathy and bright with disbelief.

“Love making you come over and over,” James said, that ball shooting up from his groin into his chest. “Love the sounds you make and the way you feel. Inside, outside, on me, under me⁠—”

James’ breath caught, and he found his boyfriend’s favorite word bubbling up to the surface. ”Fuck, Leon, I love you so much.”

“Love you,” Leon gritted out before making a desperate-sounding noise and shouting James’ name.

James clung to the sound, and the image of Leon spread out on his bed, his chest heaving and his fingers still clenched inside himself.

“Leon,” James whispered, jerking his dick a few more times before his legs clamped shut, and he came all over his hand.

The sound of the ocean rose outside James’ window and slowly their breaths evened out.

“God, that was good,” Leon finally said, his voice soft like they were lying in bed together, faces only an inch or so apart. “Did you say ‘fuck’ at the end there?”

James huffed out a breath, stretching out on the bed as the ache in his back and neck returned. “There were quotation marks. You just couldn’t hear them.”

Truly, he could write poems about Leon’s laugh. Even across the country and over an ocean, he felt like he was right at home when he heard that laugh.

“I miss you,” Leon murmured.

James was so tempted to blurt everything out right then. They wouldn’t have to miss each other much once James moved in. He would be there every weeknight, and every weekend. They would wake up together every morning, Yarmen yowling at the door for attention, even though the second they opened the door he would just scamper away to his automatic food bowl. Then they would go to work together, maybe holding hands on the gear shift as James navigated the congested streets.

Leon had been taking the bus a lot, which often meant he got into work late and cranky when something inevitably threw off the bus schedule. James would love nothing more than to drive his boyfriend to and from work. His live-in boyfriend, who he loved and was pretty sure was his forever person.