Freddie Cook is NOT a Sex God

happy and sad

Laying on the floor of the doorway, sticky and sweaty, laughing with the person that made his heart jump Freddie thought about his dad. It was the worst thing to do but he couldn't help it. Every time he was happy, every time something monumental happened his dad appeared like a specter of pain past and future. His laughter dried up like a damn in drought.

Leo stopped laughing too. He sat up, looking down at Freddie's blank face.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

Pulling himself back from the brink Freddie found a small smile and replied, "I'm great."

Leo tilted his head in way that said Freddie was convincing no one.

"Is this finally gay panic?" Leo asked.

Freddie smiled genuinely at that, "no panic I'm all good with the gay stuff we just did, big fan actually. Can't wait for more."

"What's wrong?" Leo asked again.

"My dad," Freddie said.

Face scrunching in confusion Leo reeled back slightly, "were you thinking about you're dad when we—"

"Gross dude," Freddie said. "I'm just happy and sometimes when I'm happy."

"You miss your dad," Leo finished Freddie's thought for him.

"I'm weird okay now you know," Freddie said turning away from.

Leo leant down, and kissed the side of Freddie's face. He turned back.

"What's that for?" Freddie asked.

"I'm happy too," Leo said bending down again to press their lips together.

Freddie chase the kiss, reaching his hands around Leo's neck to pull him closer. Leo almost toppled on top of Freddie but stopped himself just in time.

"Hey Leo," Freddie said smiling between kisses.

"Mmm," Leo said.

"I'm starting to feel a bit gross," Freddie said.

"Mmm," Leo said continuing to kiss him.

"Seriously," Freddie said still smiling. "There's cum drying on my jeans."

"Fine," Leo said.

In one swift mood he climbed off the floor and reached a hand out to pull Freddie up after him. Freddie took the hand, expecting him to let go as soon as they were standing but Leo tightened his grip and dragged Freddie through the living room, his bedroom, and into the en-suite. In the bathroom he swung Freddie around and kissed him again backing him into the shower. Freddie was too into being kissed he didn't think about where he was until Leo reached behind him.

"What are you doing?" Freddie asked still caught up in the kissing.

"Washing your jeans," Leo replied.

It took Freddie a second to figure out what Leo meant and by that point it was too late the barely warm water from the shower had engulfed both of them. Freddie screeched and he could feel Leo's head against he shoulder as he shook with laughter. Freddie couldn't help laughing either.

"You're not as funny as you think you are," he said.

Instead of answering Leo started kissing across Freddie's collar bone. The water was warming up, and so was Freddie. He stopped complaining and let Leo peal his wet clothes off his body like a healer removing a warriors armour. By the end he couldn't say they were very clean, but they were naked, wet, relaxed. They left a pile of wet clothes on the floor of the bathroom as they collapse together naked on the bed too exhausted to do anything except pull each other close under the doona and dream about what they'd do when they woke up.