Leo stared after Brady as he stormed inside. His mind in a jumble, what had he done wrong?
He picked up the rest of the stuff and followed inside, half anticipating the worst and half hoping.

He walked in to find Brady putting everything away in place and in order, jaw set in an unfathomable annoyance and lips almost jutting out in stubbornness.

Leo stared a while, Brady's back to him, before working up the courage to walk up to him. "Hey," Leo said as his hand slowly snaked it's way around Brady's waist. He found it was a very easy thing to do, the fonder he grew of that waist.

Before he could completely hold him however, Brady recoiled. "Don't touch me!" he said, stepping away to fill other cabinets with supplies.

Leo snatched his hand back and was at a loss for words as he watched Brady in disbelief. "At least tell me what I did wrong," Leo sounded desperate.

"Oh so now, you want to give me attention," came Brady's reply.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

The answer that met him next consisted of no words. Resigned for the moment, Leo stalked over to sit on the couch and rethink every thing he'd done in the last hour or so. And maybe figure out why he was unjustly being punished, specifically by receiving the silent treatment.

He didn't sit for long before his elbow went to rest on top of the couch and his head whipped around to locate Brady. As if looking at him could conjure up the answers he needed. How he just loved to watch him.

And now there was the need again, to hold him so tightly against him and just be.
For now, Brady would have none of it he knew. He pushed the other thoughts away. Of what he was going to do when all this was over. He tried to convince himself that he would handle it well. He wouldn't be left a broken shell with no one to pick up his pieces when—
Leo shook the thoughts from his head.

Brady, on the other hand ignored him relentlessly, no matter what he tried to do, which wasn't much because of the simple fact that he couldn't touch Brady, because otherwise he could have done a million things.

He got into Brady's space over and over, he asked a lot of questions, which Brady brushed off with not so much as a word. And then finally he couldn't take it anymore and sighed out his frustration.

Even after he'd tried to let Brady be, it seemed some things were out of his control. He couldn't spend five minutes out of Brady's sight knowing something was wrong. As if the man would walk out the door and never return if he wasn't watching.

Because it was the only way he knew how, Leo walked up to Brady, took both of his wrists in his and pinned him to the kitchen counter, forcing him to look no where else but at him.

"This is driving me crazy, let me know what I did, how I can fix it," Leo searched Brady's eyes for whatever, or for all he knew it could have just easily been an excuse to stare. Was that—

Leo's mind came to a grinding halt as he noticed, and felt. "Is this turning you on?" Leo asked, very intrigued.

Sure enough their groins were touching, but he had been so wrapped up in getting to the bottom of Brady's actions that he had paid no mind to it, he hadn't noticed, not until he felt something harden.

Brady blushed hard and looked down.

Leo, gathering all the self control in the world and beyond, decided he was going to have to take one for the team and slowly lifted Brady's chin, to watch his face. "What's wrong?" he asked slowly, ignoring what to him, was the elephant in the room.

"Why don't you ask beautiful eyes?" Brady said, referring to how the name had been saved when he'd checked hastily.

"What are you—" 

It struck him then, who Brady was talking about, what this was all about. So it was jealousy?

"You couldn't even look at me, couldn't even hear me when I spoke to you. So I figured you'd rather much pay attention to whoever that is," Brady's features portrayed stubborn, he looked away.

"That um... that is someone really important to me," Leo almost faltered.

Brady's expression fell, and defeat replaced defiance. As if all his fears had just been confirmed true.

"Yeah, exactly, so you can go talk to them," he tried to snatch back his arm but Leo only held him tighter. He didn't let go.

"Oh but how can I? When they're trying to walk away from me?" Leo said.

Brady gasped that sweet gasp that would forever be music to Leo's ears.

"You–you..."

"Think you have beautiful eyes? Yes, definitely. And you might want to check your phone later," Leo now smirked, glad that was another thing so quickly put behind them,"Right now we have more pressing matters I'm afraid."

Brady walked back into his arms, "You stupid, stupid man," he said as he brought their foreheads to rest against one another.

"Now for our latest discovery, as I recall, something seemed to turn you on," Leo said in an amused way.

And this was when Brady decided to squirm away. Unsuccessfully of course. "I'm not turned on, there's no proof of that," Brady protested, even if his voice didn't sound convincing at all.

"We'll just have to experiment and see," Leo knew there was no stopping him.

And in one swift move Leo turned Brady around and this time pinned his front to the wall. Hands firmly in Leo's grip behind him, Brady grunted.

"Is it, you like to be held down?" Leo questioned.

"No I don't," Brady said quickly. Did he really think admitting to this kind of thing was embarrassing? It was the hottest thing ever!

"But your dick sure seems to love it," Leo was very smooth, even as his hand struggled to keep away from Brady's crotch where sure enough, a tent was pitching.

He finally turned him around, hands still pinned together, but this time above him. Brady was defenceless, totally at Leo's mercy.

Leo shoved Brady against the wall and leaned in, "I think, you like it when I'm being forceful... is that it?" Leo asked and Brady moaned. If sex ever had a language, that sounded like the fattest yes to Leo.

Once again, more forceful than before, Leo turned Brady around, the latter's chest slamming into the wall as Leo held his hands behind him once again, like a cop cuffing a criminal.

Leo pulled Brady's pants down until they stopped mid thigh. His own cock harder than ever because of the simple logic behind it, the fastest way for him to get hard was when Brady was aroused, simple as that.
He fondled the other man through his underwear.

"Hard as a rock, so, you were saying?" Leo wanted to tease.

Brady didn't say anything and Leo noticed he was biting his lower lip, the list of things he liked about Brady just seemed to grow endless everyday. This one was another key factor to turning him on, Brady so far gone.

Soon the underwear was pushed down too and skin finally, touched skin. Brady's movements became frantic but Leo only held him tighter against the wall. His breathing shallow as he brought his mouth to Brady's ear. "That's more like it," Leo's husky voice said.

The hand that had pulled the pants down was now behind Brady's head, holding it in place, against the wall.

"N-not her-" Brady began to say but was cut off by Leo. He moved a hand to cover up Brady's mouth, so that whatever came out next was muffled and died at his lips.

"You're going to shut up and take whatever I give you, you understand?" Leo's voice was firm, commanding and ruthless.

Brady's moan was loud and desperate and Leo knew exactly what to do. "I see how much you want it."

Leo let go of his mouth and used the hand to stroke Brady's hard flesh, first slowly, then he paused, hands still around the other man's cock. Brady started to move back and forth, a desperate plea for Leo to continue stroking him.

"Aw would you look at that. You like to play right into my hand don't you? Pun intended," then he chuckled darkly. Who knew, maybe Brady had the power to make him a psychopath.

To save a life, Leo continued to stroke Brady. This time the strokes were faster and firmer, using the precum at the tip to make Brady groan with every single stroke.

When Brady's breathing became hitched, Leo knew he was close and added even more speed. "Yeah that's right, come for me," he urged.

Brady's breaths first became shallow, then his moans became high pitched right before he orgasmed all over Leo's hand, shudders racking through his body as he couldn't seem to find a suitable amount of oxygen to calm his lungs.

"You're not done yet," Leo's hoarse voice said to Brady, not giving him a chance to rest. "Get on your knees," Leo said and took Brady's hand in his, guiding it to feel how hard he was.

Brady seemed excited by the realization and immediately got to his knees, fiddling with Leo's pants. There seemed to be so many layers of cloth.

When Leo's cock finally sprang free of the underwear, it bobbed then moved sideways and hit Brady against one cheek, and for some reason he thought it best to choose that moment to look up at Leo.

"Oh my God! Oh fuck!" Leo marvelled at the sight, the eyes looking up at him, the desire and vulnerability in them, the person they belonged to and he couldn't wait anymore.

He guided Brady's head that had moved away, to his cock and before he could tell him, Brady opened his mouth, and Leo knew how much his cock was wanted.

Leo shoved his veiny hard-on into Brady's wet, waiting mouth. This was not going to be a blowjob, he was going to fuck the hell out of Brady's mouth.

Leo gripped Brady's hair and used it to keep him in place while he wrecked his mouth. "Such a good mouth," Leo said. "It's my little fuck hole isn't it? Whenever and wherever I want it?"

Leo noticed that Brady had one hand squeezing his own cock and despite his mouth being occupied, Brady still managed a weak 'mm hmm' as his eyes shot to Leo.
Leo's heart fluttered. Where the hell had Brady come from? This creature that made him reach his peak with the smallest of effort, he still couldn't get it.

Without ever breaking eye contact, a few more strokes was all it took and Leo came hard into Brady's throat. He groaned in pleasure and tried to stay still, doing a poor job of it, despite using the wall for support.

Brady continued to suck him, even after he had swallowed everything up. Leo patted his head and then wiped a drop of his seed that had found it's escape from Brady's mouth. Brady sucked his finger hungrily and he thought there was nothing sexier.

Finally, he pulled away and brought Brady to his feet.

"That was... quite educational," Leo looked down between them. "And I might have created another problem."

Indeed he had, Brady was once more as hard as ever, trying to cover up the obvious.

"You really like this don't you?" Leo asked.

"I don't hate it," Brady tried to sound cool, betraying himself by flaming up and looking away.
It was clear that he didn't really understand how well Leo could read him. Sometimes he didn't even have to speak.

"Yeah no kidding, you don't hate it so much you've become insatiable." Leo moved closer, leaning in and kissing Brady's jaw.

Slowly, he bit the side of his neck lightly. "Come on, let's try something new," he said.

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Well hellow!

Sorry for the smut that's always creeping up on y'all.😂

Thank you for reading this chapter!

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