choking on your alibi

chapter tw: elve(s): bisbil

The inside might have been more luxurious than the outside. Unlike the stark white and black of the penthouse, the summer home was more old-fashioned, with beige granite and marble floors shining with a recent polish. It was airy and spacious with disuse, occupied only the shuffling and crossing of maids and footmen carrying around towels, bags, and various other toiletries. Dorian was motioning to and fro, greeting workers, indicating the way to the bathrooms before finally leading Leo to his room in the main hallway. They walked in, closing the door behind them.

"I hope this is okay; I'm sorry it has no bathroom. There's one by the hallway super close to your room, the one I showed you, but if anything, my room has a bathroom, so... you know." He smiled sheepishly at the implication as if they hadn't been screwing for the past few months.

Leo smiled. "It's perfect, Mal." He wasn't lying; the room, like the rest of the house, like the rest of the everything that the Creswick's owned, reeked of comfort and luxury. Leo felt guilty even sitting on the bed and its ivory covers (he'd been traveling the whole day and had his outside clothes on!), but his exhaustion outweighed his manners at the moment. He plopped down on the bed, a resounding 'Pmph!' of his weight against the mattress.

Dorian stood idly, looking at the closed door to the room, deep in thought. Leo stared at him; he could quit baseball and take staring at Dorian as his full time job at this point. Months of exercise, self-care, better eating habits, and, in Dorian's own words, "getting some", had shaped him up. He fit into his body better, wearing his clothes rather than his clothes wearing him. His hair was starting to curl again (he finally started taking Leo 's advice; it was as hard as getting Sofia to take care of her own curls), even growing to reach behind his ears (his dad hadn't caught him for it yet, which was a blessing because god did he look good). Best of all, he looked comfortable, happy. And so, so handsome.

"My sisters don't get here until tomorrow; house's empty."

He was still facing away from Leo , who smiled, knowing his tone all too well. "Whatever might you mean by that?"

A mischievous, bright smile turned to face him in a blur of bouncing curls. A dark, sage green cotton button-up hung off his slender shoulders comfortably, slightly-loose khaki pants hugging his waist.

He looked beautiful, bright. Comfortable.

Wordlessly, Leo extended his arm out, Dorian walking to him like a magnet to its target. In the stillness, they stood, basking in the other as the sun weaved through the linen curtains of the room. Dorian lowered his forehead to his as Leo wrapped the same arm he'd extended around Dorian's waist.

"Hello, beautiful."

Dorian could not have possibly beamed any brighter. "Hi."

Lips met lips with surprising tenderness, bodies and limbs moving together, slow like honey, heavy with movement. From his spot between his knees, Dorian laid Leo down on the bed, crawling over him and settling on top of him, straddling his torso. He kissed him through a smile, biting his lip playfully and lapping up his laughter as they moved closer and closer.

Leo 's eyes met those whirlpools of blue, gold, and green, finding in them mirrorred the same sudden feeling of hurry and anxiety mixed with want and yearning. Swift in its arrival, precipitous fear of the fleetingness of this moment overtook them both like a switch had been clicked.

This, them – they were fleeting. Leo didn't want to lose it, Leo didn't want to lose him. He'd knew it would be like like keeping a wave upon the sand, but he'd keep those transient seconds like his life depended upon them.

Before Leo could, Dorian dived down and met him with a kiss, passionate and messy and desperate. Perhaps he'd understood Leo ; perhaps he felt the same. Or perhaps he didn't. The latter would be correct, Leo thought.