Leo stared unbelievably at Brady. "Who? Alex?"

"Yes, Alex," Brady replied.

"You're here because you've met my boyfriend once and now you have him all figured out? How is this any business of yours? Why do you care so much anyway?"

"I just do okay?" Brady said. "I hated seeing you together the whole time," this part, he muttered under his breath but Leo still caught it.

"Are you perhaps jealous?"

"No!" Brady said a bit too sharply, a bit too defensively. There was no way Leo wouldn't notice. "I just think you deserve better, someone who cares more."

Leo ignored the way his heartbeat fastened and decided that teasing Brady would be the easier way to deal with it.
Anything to hide what he really felt at that moment.

"What part didn't you like the most? "The part where we held hands," Leo backed him up until he was against the kitchen wall, one arm shooting past the side of Brady's head and resting palm flat on the wall. "Or the part where we kissed?"

"I- I...um," for the first time since he'd met Leo, his words faltered. "I shouldn't be bothered by that...it's um..."

"You shouldn't, and yet here you are," Leo hooked one finger under his chin and leaned in, he ran his thumb at the corner of Brady's mouth then over his bottom lip. So soft.
"I'm giving you one chance to back off right now, I've already told you once about how you make me feel, don't test me."

"You wouldn-"

Leo swallowed the rest of his words with his lips.
As he tasted Brady for the first time, he realized the lush lips he always stared at were as soft as they looked, the way they quivered and trembled lightly beneath his was almost more than he could bear, it was so worth it.

He had to keep himself in check and remind himself not to devour Brady whole.

He snaked his arm around Brady's waist and held him tighter than was necessary against him, never breaking the kiss. He needed it too much, like it wouldn't be real and he'd wake up if he even dared to stop for a moment.

Just when it finally seemed like Brady was going to kiss him back, he felt his hands lightly pushing at his chest. Oh fuck. He broke the kiss but didn't let him go.

"Wouldn't what? Kiss you?" he asked between heavy breaths as he smirked at Brady.

"I- Isn't this... Isn't this ch-cheating?" Brady asked but all the while kept his gaze on Leo's chest, like he was afraid to look him in the face.

Leo couldn't take his eyes off him, his cheeks were so flushed, so pink and he was sort of pouting. Not to mention the fact that he had reduced him to a stuttering mess.
Damnation if he didn't want him all over again.

"For a straight guy, your priorities are a bit off don't you think?"

Leo hoisted Brady up and set him on the counter, loving every second of the startled gasp he let out.
In the haze of the thin line between want and need, he weighed close to nothing.

His heart skipped at the way Brady's hands tightened around his biceps.
Hooking his hands under Brady's knees, he spread them apart.
Wedging himself between Brady's thighs, he claimed his mouth once more. He licked at the softness of his lips until he opened up slightly.

Leo wasted no time in shoving his tongue into Brady's mouth, needing a taste.
His desperation probably made him look pathetic but he didn't care, this was too good to be true.

He groaned when Brady crossed his legs around his waist. He felt his hands tremble when they went to grip his hair and then finally, finally it rained cats and dogs because Brady kissed him back.

He was drunk, so intoxicated he didn't know where to focus.
Brady's little whimpers had him so painfully hard he didn't think there was a sound more beautiful.
The crook of his neck as he exposed it to Leo to drop more kisses, the way he smelled. Holy fuck! the way he smelled! Leo pulled in a long whiff and bit at his neck before licking over the spot.

He couldn't help himself, and he needed more.

He placed his hands underneath Brady's shirt to just feel the skin there, the lean muscles- he needed to see it for himself, the glorious body he felt under his palms.

He began to lift his shirt off when two smaller hands closed around his wrists, halting him. "No," Brady said.

The spark of hope died when Brady pushed against him and got off the kitchen counter.

"I can't- I can't..." he made to leave and it was like a bucket of cold water was poured all over Leo. The magical moment gone. In its stead, reality, the ugliest of places.

"Brady wait," Leo called out just as Brady's hand rested on the door handle. He stopped, but he didn't look back.

"Now that I've had a taste of you, you really better stay away this time, there's no telling what I'll do the next time I see you," Leo tried his best to hide how much it stung, Brady's rejection.

Brady didn't reply, he just unlocked the door and left.

Leo stared several moments at the closed door after Brady had left. Balling his fists, he went to the living room and plopped heavily onto the couch.

"Fuck!" he punched the cushion before he ran his hands through his hair, sighing deeply and willing his erection to go down. "Fuck," he said again.

Not even Lisa had made him feel that way.

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I sort of feel like I was so dramatic while describing this chapter but I hope you still liked it!

Do you think Brady's has finally gotten the point?

I hope you're having a nice time wherever you are, thank you for reading!❤