CAFE DELA LUNE:
BOY LOVES BEARS
By Sol Crafter
CAFE DELA LUNE: BOY LOVES BEARS
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A Rider-Bailey Production
Working at the Cafe Dela Lune had to be one of the best jobs in
the world. Not only were the owners--Jules Delaney and Dominick
Lunetti--the best bosses he'd ever had, but his coworkers were
friendly and the customers were some of the best.
At nineteen years old he wasn't allowed to serve alcohol, but no
one seemed to mind when he had to call Balls Murphy over to
handle those customers. Why the guy let himself be called "Balls"
was a mystery, but no one would give him a straight answer. Chef
Andre would just laugh and give him a flirty wink.
Leon had started at the cafe right out of high school and he
couldn't be happier. Great bosses, great coworkers, great
customers, and practically everyone that came into the place was
either gay or gay-friendly. He felt as though he'd been freed from
prison or something.
He got hit on a lot, which was just one of those things. He was a
good-looking guy, with dark hair and eyes and smooth, boyish
skin. So it was to be expected that there would be those that would
see him as a challenge, especially since he hadn't taken anyone
up on their offers.
It wasn't that he was a prude or a tease. He wasn't trying to be a
jerk or a tight-ass or anything. It was just that he had a certain type
he was looking for. The kind of guy that would make him instantly
hard.
He liked bears.
Big, hairy men that loomed over him and would envelope him
with their bodies. He liked the cushiony feel of a layer of fat
between him and the bones of their chest. He liked the burn of a
beard scraping against his skin, tickling him between his legs.
Just thinking about some giant of a man bending him over and
completely dominating him... it made his mouth water and his cock
hard.
Tuesdays at the cafe were the quietest. So that's why those
were the days when Jules came in to do his paperwork.
He would always settle at the same table and neatly take out his
laptop and a stack of folders from his briefcase. His every
movement would be elegant as he tapped away at his keyboard,
occasionally lifting his pen to write something on a legal pad. He
would sip from the cup of tea Leon brought him--plain Lipton with
just a splash of milk he liked to add himself. He always made a
funny, crinkle-nosed face at the suggestion of herbal tea.
Jules was like some kind of geisha or something. Beautiful and
elegant and as remote as the moon. Everyone that came into the
place was in love with the guy, but he only had eyes for Dom. They
were some kind of romance story or something. Just seeing them
together made Leon kind of regretful because he had a feeling he
was never going to find anything like that.
The cheerful jingle of the bells hanging from the door jerked him
out of his silent contemplation and he turned to smile at the
incoming customer.
His face froze and he felt his heart thud to an abrupt stop. His
breath caught in a gasp and his eyes were wide.
Black hair, a neatly trimmed black beard, a round, chubby face,
and a tall, heavy-framed body. The guy was absolutely gorgeous.
Standing there at the front counter in charcoal pants and a white
shirt, a messenger bag crossed over his shoulder, he was like
every one of Leon's wet dreams come to life.
Moving zombie-like, Leon crossed the room to stand in front of
the man. "H-hello, I'm Leon and I'll be your server today," he said,
his voice only a little shaky. "Will it just be yourself?"
his voice only a little shaky. "Will it just be yourself?"
The man smiled at him, his eyes crinkling up at the corners.
"Yeah, just me."
"Good. I mean, okay." Leon raked a hand through his hair, then
quickly grabbed a menu with hands that felt ten-times too big.
"Right this way." He led the way toward a small table in his section.
"Can I get you anything to drink?" he asked.
"Just some coffee," the guy said.
"Sure." Leon went to the service counter and poured a cup of
coffee, then grabbed a little saucer of single-serve creamers out of
the mini-fridge. He drew in deep breaths and tried to calm down.
Just because a guy was super hot didn't mean he had to act like
an idiot.
Once he thought he had himself under control, he carried the
coffee back to the man, carefully setting it in front of him. "There
you go. And are you ready to order, or should I give you a few
minutes?"
The man looked up at him through ridiculously long lashes. He
held out the menu and Leon took it with one trembling hand. "I think
I'll try the Reuben today," he said, smiling at Leon. His lips were
moist and pink amongst his dark beard and Leon couldn't stop the
image of those lips wrapped around his cock from flashing through
his mind.
"All right, I'll be back with that." Leon hurried through the
swinging doors into the kitchen where he leaned against a table,
gasping for breath. The skin of his cheeks felt hot and tight, and
his eyes burned and he had a furious erection.
"Are you all right?" Chef Andre asked in his slightly-accented
voice.
"No, no I am not," Leon said, then couldn't help giggling. He
looked up at the other man's concerned face. "I've got an order for
a Reuben at table six."
Andre looked like he wanted to ask more questions, but at
Leon's shake of the head he just shrugged and started a batch of
steak fries. He kept flashing Leon looks though, until the younger
man finally left to go into the employee bathroom.
Leon locked the door behind himself, then stared at his own
face in the mirror for a moment. He looked shell-shocked or
something, his pupils blown wide and his lips wet.
He turned away from his reflection then opened his pants, his
cock springing out eagerly. The purpling head oozed with pre-
come.
"You're just trying to get me in trouble," he muttered, then licked
his palm and began stroking, rubbing his thumb over the head of
his cock, smoothing the liquid down the shaft. His eyes closed and
his head tipped back as he jerked himself almost-painfully.
Big hands stroking down his back as he was pressed against a
broad chest. Beard tickling his neck as those plump lips sucked at
his pulse point. A hard cock rubbing against his balls as he
pressed his legs as tight together as he could, trying to squeeze
the man as hard as he could. His own cock rubbing up between
their bellies slickly.
He panted loudly, biting back a moan as he jerked himself in
time to the image of that big cock thrusting against him. He
reached down with his free hand to press and rub against his
balls, imagining that it was the man's cock pressing against them.
He bit his lip as he came, trying to keep from staining his shirt.
Even as he still shuddered a little, he was flooded with shame.
He was at work and he'd promised himself that he would never do
anything like this at work.
Leon grabbed some paper towels out of the dispenser and
began mopping himself up. Then he zipped up his pants and
washed his face. He hoped no one had heard him because that
would be so embarrassing.
Once he was sure he was presentable, he drew in a deep
breath and left the bathroom. To face the man he'd just
masturbated to.
* * *
All the rumors he'd heard were true: Cafe Dela Lune had the
most attractive waiters of any place in town.
Rick had just moved to the area and had been sure that he
wasn't going to find a place to eat at that he'd like as much as his
old favorite, Sushi Masa. And though he was probably going to
miss all the sake, this place was great.
Especially the young man that had taken his order, then seemed
to disappear.
From the minute Rick had seen him, he'd been completely taken
away. Good looking, seemingly neatly put together, not too tall,
with dark, soulful eyes. He definitely filled out his black pants and
dark red shirt. His buttocks had looked pert and inviting when he
walked away, making Rick's mouth go a little dry.
Looking around the restaurant, he was definitely impressed with
the place. It was comfortable and clean, with a cozy lounge area
off to one side of the bar and separated from the dining area by a
half-wall that was also a display cabinet for all kinds of delicious
looking baked goods. Just seeing the cheerful looking tarts made
him happy.
Handsome young waiter, comfortable decor, and the promise of
delicious food... it was the perfect place.
Just as he was really starting to wonder where his server had
gone to, Leon came back carrying a plate with his sandwich and
some fries.
"Here you go," Leon said. "I hope you enjoy it. Chef Andre is the
best Reuben maker in the area." He grinned.
"Thank you," Rick said, lifting his sandwich and taking a quick
bite. "Um, that's delicious."
"Yeah." The boy blushed.
Rick looked at the young man. He really was just as attractive as
he'd thought on first glance.
Meeting those dark eyes and tracing his glance over that young
face, he'd just opened his mouth to say something when there was
the jingle of the door bells. He turned his head to look.
It was a forty-something year old blond woman in a horrible
paisley jacket carrying an oversized woven hemp purse slung over
her shoulder. She looked rather harried, but smiled brightly when
she saw Leon and waved her hand, "Yoohoo!"
"Excuse me," Leon said, giving him a regretful look before
heading toward the woman.
"Oh, okay," Rick said, watching that pert ass walking away.
God, he thought, I love this town.
He went back to eating his food, and he had to admit it really
was a very good sandwich. Probably the best Reuben he'd ever
had. And the fries were seasoned to perfection.
Later, when Leon brought the bill, Rick looked at him. "Hey, be
sure to tell the chef that his food was delicious," he said.
"I'll be glad to do that," Leon replied, smiling at him.
Rick wanted to linger a minute to talk to the young man, but he
really had to get back to work. "Well, I've gotta go," he said,
tossing down a twenty and a ten. "Keep the change."
"Thank you," Leon said, giving him a bright smile.
As he walked out, Rick could feel those dark eyes on his back,
and he had to wonder what the boy thought of him.
He knew he wasn't the most attractive of men. He was too fat
and tall, and even though he'd had his share of boyfriends--and the
occasional girlfriend before he'd figured out his preference--he
had never even approached somebody so completely hot.
Just for the eye candy, he was sure he was going to be back to
eat at the Cafe Dela Lune.
Glancing down at his receipt as he walked down the street
toward his car, he had to raise his eyebrows in surprise. Scrawled
across the back in rather messy handwriting was a phone number
and the name "LEON" beneath it.
His hot young waiter had given him his phone number.
Smiling, Rick carefully tucked the receipt in his pocket. He was
definitely going to call.
* * *
It had been a couple of days since he'd seen his handsome
bear and he'd become certain that he wasn't going to receive a
phone call. It had made him kind of sad and depressed and he'd
moped around the cafe until Dom finally told him to "Lighten the
fuck up or get out."
He'd lightened up and he'd done his job with a smile. And he'd
tried to put aside the hurt he felt. He'd really liked that man, enough
that he'd broken his own policy of not giving his number to any
customers.
So when his phone rang and he answered, he was surprised to
hear that gruff and growly voice. "Hey, is this Leon? This is Rick.
You gave me your phone number the other night."
"Oh, oh yeah," Leon said. He could feel his heart pounding and
his hands were ridiculously sweaty. He tried to keep his voice cool
his hands were ridiculously sweaty. He tried to keep his voice cool
so he didn't sound too desperate, "I... I'm so glad you called me."
"I was glad to call you," Rick said. "Sorry it's taken me so long,
but I was pretty busy at work. Now I've finally got a couple of days
off."
"Oh, well, great, that's great," Leon said. "So you wanna go on a
date with me?"
"Yeah, that's why I'm calling," Rick said. "I was just wondering if
you wanted to go to dinner with me."
"Sure," Leon replied, trying not to gush like a little girl.
"Great," Rick said. "We can go anywhere you like."
Leon thought a moment. His first impulse was to say they should
go to Cafe Dela Lune, because it really was the best place in
town. But he didn't think he could handle all the teasing he would
get from his co-workers.
"Let's go to Caliente. It's a new restaurant that just opened up
outside of town," he said.
"All right, that sounds great," Rick said, his deep voice going
straight to Leon's cock. "Seven on Friday sound okay to you?"
Leon reached down to adjust himself in his pants. "That sounds
perfect," he said, trying to keep his voice normal-sounding as he
stroked himself through the rough fabric. "I live real close to there
so I'll meet you at the restaurant."
There was a hint of disappointment in Rick's voice, "I thought I'd
pick you up, but meeting you there is fine."
Like Leon was going to get in the car with any guy he didn't
really know, no matter how good-looking. "All right, see you there."
"Friday at seven," Rick agreed, then there was the click of him
hanging up.
Leon tossed his phone on the floor and threw himself on his
bed, fumbling his zipper open. Just hearing that voice had made
him so hard he could barely stand it.
He had a definite feeling that he would be jerking off a lot until
Friday came around. It didn't seem so bad.
It was finally Friday and Leon dressed nicely and walked the few
blocks to Caliente's. He'd masturbated before leaving the house,
so he felt like he would be able to handle things without coming in
his pants.
He sat on the wooden bench in front of the restaurant, then
smiled brightly when he saw Rick drive up in a gray sedan. It
looked a bit bland and corporate, but the man behind the wheel...
Leon licked his lips.
There were so few guys that fit his type in the area. There was
no way he wanted some skinny twink or some muscled jock. Sure,
he'd gotten desperate enough to fuck around some, but there was
no way he was passing up the chance to fuck Rick. No way at all.
Rick came walking up the sidewalk from the parking lot. He
looked a bit nervous, though he smiled when he saw Leon. "Hey."
"Hey," Leon said back. He had the feeling that Rick had no idea
what he was planning for tonight.
He could feel his cock trying to get hard, but he managed to
control himself. There was no reason to go in to dinner with a hard
on. Especially not in a full restaurant.
"Come on," he said, reaching out to brush his hand down Rick's
big arm. "I wanna see how the food here rates."
"Sure."
Leon had only taken a couple of bites of his dinner when he
glanced up at Rick. "This food really isn't as good as Chef Andre
makes." He twisted his lips and took a big sip of water to wash the
taste out.
Rick laughed. "No, it's not. My Reuben the other day was
fantastic."
"Yeah," Leon said, pushing his plate away. "Hey, you know
what, you wanna get out of here?"
"What do you mean?" Rick asked.
Leon gave him flirty eyes. "You know what I mean."
"Really?" Rick raised his eyebrows. He looked surprised.
"Really," Leon said. "Come on. We could have some fun."
"Uh, oh, okay," Rick said.
The car ride to Rick's house was silent, but not uncomfortable.
More anticipatory than anything else.
Leon watched the side of Rick's face the entire time, and Rick
kept shooting him glances out of the corner of his eye. He didn't
seem to believe that this was really happening.
"Are you really sure you want to do this?" Rick asked, pulling up
in front of a two-story house.
"Definitely," Leon said. "I've been thinking about you all week."
"Really?" Rick really did sound surprise.
"Why do you sound so surprised?" Leon asked. "You're very
good looking."
Rick gave him a disbelieving look. "Are you talking about the
same person? We're talking about me, aren't we?"
"Yeah, we're talking about you." Leon glanced at Rick's hands.
"With those big hands of yours. All I could think about was you
stroking them all over my body. I really need a good, hard fuck."
He had to laugh a little when he saw Rick's blush. He was just so
adorable. This giant of a man, his eyes popped wide open and
pink rising up to cover his cheeks. It made Leon lick his lips
hungrily.
"So do you wanna go?" he asked.
"Okay," Rick said, opening his door.
They walked semi-casually up toward the house. Mostly
because they didn't want to cause a scene in front of all the
neighbors.
When Rick unlocked and opened the front door, Leon glanced
around interestedly. It was a nice place. It looked like something
that a young family would live in. From the couch to the recliner and
the coffee table. In all, it was a nice place, but what really drew his
eyes was the big screen TV that covered nearly the entire living
room wall.
"Wow, that's a big TV," he said.
Rick laughed. "Well, I design video games and so I need a big
platform to test them out on."
Leon looked at him. "So you basically get to play video games
all day long?"
"Yep," Rick said, "it's the greatest job in the world. Except when
it's not."
He closed the door and started taking off his jacket. Leon didn't
even give him a moment, he just leapt and was on the man,
wrapping his arms around those broad-broad shoulders and
peppering kisses all across that bearded face. He could feel it
scratchy and itchy across his skin and all he could think about was
rubbing that beard all over his entire body.
"Uh," he said, "take me to your bedroom."
Rick still looked kind of surprised, but he didn't hesitate a
moment. Taking Leon by the hand he tugged him down the hallway
to a large master bedroom. It was sparsely furnished with just a
king-sized bed set in the middle of the room.
"There's not much furniture in here, is there?" Leon said, looking
around while he stripped his shirt off over his head, tossing it
toward the corner.
"Well, I did just move here," Rick said. "Most of my furniture is
being delivered. This is all the stuff that came with me."
"So you brought a couch with you?" Leon asked.
"Yeah, I had a little U-Haul," Rick said. "But I figured the
dressers and things like that needed a bit more care in delivery.
Plus, with the bed, there wasn't a whole lot of room left.
"Huh," Leon said thoughtfully, popping the button on his jeans
and opening his zipper with a "Zip!" sound.
Rick was just standing there with his mouth slightly opened while
he watched Leon strip out of his jeans in a quick, almost
serpentine shimmy. Making the pants fall around his ankles where
he pulled one foot out, then kicked them away with the other.
"Come on," Leon said, "I'm practically naked and you're still fully
dressed." He backed up toward the bed until his legs hit the
mattress, then he flopped down. "Come on. I really want you to
fuck me right now."
"Okay," Rick said.
Leon laughed.
* * *
He had no idea how this had happened, but somehow he was in
bed with this incredibly hot man. It was like winning the lottery; the
odds of it happening were astronomical, but he wasn't going to
turn it down. And he definitely wasn't kicking Leon out of bed,
especially since the guy seemed to think he was absolutely
gorgeous. Which had never happened to him before.
Clever fingers undid the buttons of his shirt, then pushed it off his
shoulders. Then Leon was sucking on his nipples and somehow
shoulders. Then Leon was sucking on his nipples and somehow
managed to flip them so Rick was on top, pressing him down into
the mattress with his weight.
"What are we doing here?" Rick suddenly asked, pulling away
enough to take a gasping breath.
"What do you mean?" Leon asked, looking up at him. He was
lying there splayed out on the pillow, his hair falling around his
head. He should have looked ridiculous; instead he was
impossibly alluring.
"I mean, what exactly are you thinking to get out of this? I've
gotta live in this town, and it's populated by a bunch of people that
don't know me. So if you say bad shit about me, that's the only
thing people will know of me."
"Why would I do that?" Leon asked, cocking his head.
"I don't know, that's why I'm asking." Rick felt a swelling of
disappointment go through him. "Are you expecting anything from
me for this?" There was no way someone so hot could really want
him just for him.
"I expect to have a good time," Leon said. "I expect to receive
the greatest fuck of my life. And I expect that you'll be the one to do
both those things for me. That's all I expect. A good, fun time."
"O-oh, okay," Rick said, lowering his head to cover Leon's lips
with his own. "I just didn't want there to be any problems if things
don't work out with us."
"How about less talking, more fucking?" Leon said. "There is
such a thing as being too sensitive and too comforting. I don't
need you to ask me if everything's all right after you do anything. I
want you to splay my legs open and have your way with me. Just
don't talk."
"I can do that," Rick said. And he did.
* * *
Leon had had his fair share of sex, but due to a shortage of his
kind of guy, he'd missed out on a lot. He'd certainly never had any
like this.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," he gasped out, his hips thrusting
instinctively, though his trapped legs kept him from reaching
anything.
Rick was balanced over him. His right hand rested next to
Leon's shoulder, holding himself up as he thrust against Leon's
hip. His left hand jerked Leon's cock in time to his thrusts.
Leon gasped and twitched his hips. Then he froze, his eyes
opening wide as he came. Great spurting streams of come that
slicked his stomach and chest, a few spatters maybe hitting his
face, though he didn't care.
He could feel Rick's cock sliding slickly against his hip bones,
the smell of lube everywhere. He had been rung limp by that big,
gripping hand, so he just lay there and let his body be bounced
against the mattress as Rick thrust against him. His teeth rattled in
his head and he had the urge to giggle, but all he could do was
gasp in time to Rick.
The hand Rick had been using to jerk him with pressed flat on
the mattress next to his head and Rick's thrusts sped up and hit
harder. He grunted with effort, his eyes squeezed tight shut. As
Leon look up at him, beads of sweat ran down his forehead to the
sides of his nose to drip off and spatter against Leon, who really
didn't care.
"Come on! Come on!" he urged forcefully. Even though he was
too spent to get another erection yet, he was still really enjoying the
power thrusting against him. He liked feeling the way Rick's belly
swung against his chest, tickling his nipples. He liked the scratch
of bristly hair against his skin. He liked the hot, moist scent of
arousal filling the air.
Rick's grunts stopped, his face screwed up, and he thrust one
last time against Leon. He shuddered and came all over Leon's
hip and himself. Then he collapsed off to one side, careful not to
land on Leon.
Leon looked at the other man lying on the bed with his eyes
closed and his head bent back. His lashes were dark against his
round cheeks and his breath fluttered his lips as he gasped for
breath. Droplets of sweat glistened against his beard.
"Thanks," Rick said, finally opening his eyelids to roll one eye
toward Leon. "That was great."
"Oh no, you're sounding like you think this night is over, and that
just ain't happening," Leon said.
"What?"
"We are totally not done yet. This night is still young," Leon said.
"We'll rest awhile, then we'll go again."
"Okay," Rick said, closing his eyes with a sigh.
They rested in the silent stillness and maybe dozed for awhile.
Then, with neither one really knowing who started it, they moved
together again.
The lube bottle was lost somewhere amongst the sheets after
Leon used it to lube up his cock. It looked kind of ridiculous: the
bright, fluorescent green latex stretched over his cock, glistening
with lube. It should have made him laugh; instead it just made him
harder, his erection swelling even more and he groaned and
tugged at his balls to keep from coming too soon.
"Are you sure?" he asked. He didn't want the trouble involved
with someone getting pissed off that he wasn't as much of a
bottom as he came across as.
"Yeah, do it," Rick gasped. He was propped up on his elbows
and knees, his ass pointed in Leon's face. His hole glistened with
the lube Leon had slicked it with, winking at him like some kind of
peek-a-boo act with every breath he took.
Not hesitating a minute, he poked his finger in Rick's hole,
feeling the way the muscles instinctively clenched and unclenched.
He thrust his finger in and out, his lips forming a little "o."
He felt like a scientist or something, kneeling between Rick's
feet, his face close to Rick's ass, gazing into his hole. Poking first
one finger in, then adding a second and stretching so he could
add a third. He scissored his fingers around, chuckling when he
brushed against Rick's prostate and the man made a guttural
groaning sound.
Rick was so large that he felt like he was about to fuck some
kind of giant.
He didn't give Rick time to brace himself or anything, just jerked
his hand away to grab Rick's pelvis tightly and hold him still. Then
he entered Rick in one smooth movement, the head of his cock
brushing against Rick's prostate with every thrust.
Leon's arm was too short to brace him against the mattress, so
he didn't even bother. He just gripped Rick's hips tightly enough to
leave red imprints of fingers against the paler flesh.
His lips drew back from his teeth and his back arched as he
fucked Rick as hard as he could. He could feel his tendons going
tight and the cords standing out in his neck.
"Uh! Uh! Uh!" he grunted in time with his thrusts. His muscles
wanted to complain, but he was too into it to listen. All he could feel
was the smooth slide of his cock into that tight, tight heat. He could
feel Rick's insides quiver against the head of his cock and just
thinking about himself moving inside the other man made him...
"UH!" He came so hard that there was a bright flash of light, then
everything went dark.
Waking up, he was embarrassed the second he realized what
had happened. He'd come so hard that he'd passed out.
He opened his eyes to find himself splayed out on his back on
the bed, his head resting just under the edge of the pillow. The
sheets were twisted up under him. He could feel the brush of the
air conditioner against his naked flesh.
Leon turned his head a little and saw Rick lying on his side next
to him, his chin tilted down so he could gaze at Leon's face. There
was a quirky little smile on his lips.
"I can't believe that happened," Leon said. He lifted one
incredibly heavy arm and dropped it over his eyes. "I thought
people only passed out in movies."
"I thought it was funny," Rick said. "One minute you're going like
a champion, the next you're falling over. You didn't even wait until I
came too."
Leon blushed. "Oh man, I'm so sorry."
Rick laughed, a deep rumbling sound that jounced the whole
bed. "Don't worry about it. Just because you were unconscious,
didn't mean I couldn't finish myself off."
"Yeah, but what upsets me is that you had to do it yourself. I feel
like I failed you or something."
"Don't worry," Rick joked, "I used your hand to jerk myself off
with."
Leon flopped his hand up to grab the pillow, then he thumped it
down on Rick's head. It was a slow, lethargic "Thud" that vibrated
back up his arm. "Take that, fiend."
back up his arm. "Take that, fiend."
Rick laughed and threw the pillow off. "I really like you, you
know? Not only did we have some truly exceptional sex, but you're
good for a conversation before and another afterward."
"You don't have to talk like we're getting married or anything,"
Leon said. Sure, Rick was everything he'd been looking for, but he
wanted to make sure of things before he committed to anything.
And there was no way he was going to be the first one to bring up
the idea of something more.
"Well, I was wondering if you and me couldn't possibly meet up
sometime after this," Rick said. "This was really great and I
wouldn't mind doing it again. You know, though next time we could
finish a meal or a movie or something first." His eyes prickled
against Leon's face. "Do you want to do this again?"
Leon looked at the bear of a man lying next to him, his body
glistening with sweat and exertion. He flicked his eyes to that cock
nestled so artistically in a nest of dark curls; it looked like a shy
animal peeking out. He reached out to brush the back of his hand
down Rick's chest, liking the prick of hair against his skin.
"I'm not going to promise we're going to live happily ever after,"
Leon said. "But there's tons of firsts we need to perform to make
sure we're compatible. And once we complete every sex act we
can physically manage, then we can decide whether we're ready
for a relationship then."
"Well," Rick said. "I guess there is something good to say for
the scientific method."
"Yep," Leon said. "We can try everything out there, and if we're
then compatible for a relationship, we can do them all again as
'relationship sex.'"
"Okay," Rick said.
Leon laughed and laid one hand over Rick's cock, cupping it
closely. "Let me know when you're ready to have another go."
"It won't be until after I've had a nap," Rick said. "Then we can
go as long as you want to. Forever maybe."
"Maybe."
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