When The Rain Washes You Clean. (You'll Know.)

Chapter Fourteen.

With a simple move of Johnny's hand, finding its home on Leland's waist - he could feel the air around them shift. Something moved, and Leland wasn't sure exactly on what it could be - but his head tilted to the side just a little bit, and their kiss was deepening even more. His mind was only clogged with Johnny, nothing else was able to penetrate its way into his head right now - as his own hands moved to fist into Johnny's shirt. If he let himself feel for just long enough, he would be able to tell you how much his heart is aching right now. But Leland was smarter than that, he was smart enough to shut down any thoughts of guilt - while he gripped Johnny's shirt like his life depended on it. He could still feel the slight dampness in this man's clothes, from the activities they did outside - and a part of it makes his heart pound, while the other makes him want Johnny.

He can't be sure as to why his body is switching up on him this fast, but he doesn't want to question it either - especially when Johnny's tongue slips itself into Leland's mouth, and his mind is fogging up completely by now. There's something about the way that Johnny kisses him, that sets his body on fire - and every time he pulls away, it leaves Leland wanting more. Which is why a small whine slips past his lips, when their kiss breaks in the silence of the room. His face automatically leans forward, trying to chase the lips that were just on his - but when he couldn't find them easily, he had to open his eyes to look at Johnny's face.

His eyes were staring directly into Leland's own, and he could see a faint hint of lust behind them. His normal hazel eyes darkened just a tiny bit. It set another flame alight inside of Leland's body, and he knew the next move he made right now would seal the deal for what happens inside of this room. He doesn't even think that hard onto it, not as long as he should've - and all he does is tug at Johnny's shirt once, before the older man grins only slightly at him; and he's leaning down to kiss him once more.

The kiss is only brief, it wasn't meant to be for too long - but just enough for Johnny to let him know that I've got you. It calms a small amount of his worries down, and Johnny moves them ever so gently towards the bed. And unlike the first time they made out in this room, where Johnny pushed him hard onto the bed - he lets Leland fall at his own pace, his back hitting the mattress once more - before Johnny climbs slowly on top of him. Leland's eyes glance behind Johnny's shoulder, looking towards the door and just wondering if it got locked at all - before the taller man is using his hand. Gripping Leland's jaw ever so gently, and turning his head back to his - so their eyes could lock just once more.

"It's locked," Johnny whispers to him, his hot breath hitting the tip of his nose, "No one will come in here." Leland doesn't even remember Johnny moving at all towards the door, but he hangs onto every word like he was a little kid.

"Okay." Leland whispers back, his hands move with just a tiny shake as they wrap around Johnny's neck, "I believe you."

Johnny smiles down at him, before his head is swooping low - and they're kissing again, their lips pressing gently against another as Johnny's hand that was cupping his jaw - slips into his hair. Tangling in the small mess he's made, before tugging gently enough so Leland gasps - and Johnny's tongue is welcoming itself back inside of his mouth. Leland's hands grip into Johnny's shirt on his back, his own tongue pressing against the older man's - as he feels the way Johnny shifts himself just a little bit. Enough that one of his thighs is slipping ever so gently in between Leland's legs.

The movement causes Leland's heart to skip for a second, a small wave of anxiety washing through his body and Johnny must've noticed it pretty quickly - because he's pulling his head back, just enough that he could look at Leland once more.