ROWON's fall

The club was a blur of neon and pounding bass, but Chris's world had narrowed down to one person: Leo. The air between them pulsed with tension, something they could not quite define but which they both felt acutely. Chris's heart raced as he looked at Leo, his breath caught in his throat. The way Leo was looking at him—focused, unguarded, and with the same hunger he felt—made his spine shiver.

Leo shifted closer, his voice raspy and low, barely audible over the music. "Chris," he whispered, his voice full of something naked and vulnerable, "I need you to hold me tonight."

Chris tensed, his head reeling. The weight of Leo's words hung in the air between them, thick with unspoken desire. He simply stood there, unsure, his head a jumble of confusion and desire. But then, silently, he reached out and took Leo's hand, pulling him through the crowd.

The crowd separated as Chris fought through, his grip firm and unforgiving. Leo followed silently behind him, his eyes fixed on Chris's back, his heart pounding with anticipation. They moved quickly, tension building between them with every step. The cool evening air swept over them as they stepped outside the club, but neither of them noticed. All of their focus was on the other.

Chris's car was close, and they got in silently. The drive to Chris's mansion was a blur of city lights blurring together as they rode in silence. Chris's knuckles were white where his hands gripped the steering wheel, and Leo looked out the window, his head filled with images of what was to happen.

No sooner were they at the mansion when Chris did not hesitate. He pushed Leo in, the huge entrance hall resounding with his and their rushed footsteps. The door was hardly closed on their backsides when they were at each other, their lips crashing in a searing, desperate kiss.

The urge consumed Chris. Leo's hands were everywhere—spinning his hair, diving into his shoulders, pulling him close. Chris did the same, his hands charting Leo's shape, tracing every contour of him. They stumbled down the hall, their kisses hungrier, more demanding.

Their clothes were half-off by the time they reached the living room, discarded behind them in a trail. Chris pinned Leo against the wall, his hands sliding under Leo's shirt, tracing the heat of his skin. Leo whimpered softly, his head falling back as Chris's mouth traced over his neck, a burning trail left in its wake.

"Chris," Leo whispered, his voice trembling with need. "I need you."

Chris didn't utter a word. He grabbed Leo's hand and pulled him towards the stairs, their actions crazy and unbalanced. They stumbled upstairs, never once parting their mouths, and never stopping their hands. Nothing else in the outside world mattered now—only the two of them, locked in the moment.

When they finally made it to Chris's bedroom, Leo had Chris pushed up against the door, his hands wandering down to unbuckle his belt. Chris's breath hitched when Leo's fingers brushed against him, a jolt of electricity coursing through his veins. He caught Leo's wrists, holding him still for a second, and looked into his eyes.

"Are you sure about this?" Chris growled, his voice rough and husky with desire.

Leo nodded, his gaze never wavering from Chris's face. "I've never been more sure of anything in my life."

That was all Chris needed to hear. He pulled Leo into another blistering kiss, their bodies flailing to make their way to the bed. Clothing was torn off in urgency, exposing them both to the other's eyes. Chris's hands roamed over Leo's chest, his fingers following the lines of his abs before forcing lower.

Leo's breath caught at the sensation of Chris's fingers on him, his body shaking with desire. Chris leaned over him, his mouth tracing the curve of Leo's stomach, each caress making him shiver with delight. Leo gently gasped when Chris finally reached his destination, his fists clenching in Chris's hair.

The sensation was overwhelming, and Leo's moans were louder, resonating in the air with the sound of his pleasure. Chris savored, slowing down, relishing all, every response. He wished to imbed in his memory every sound, every touch, and every gasp that escaped Leo's lips.

When Leo could not stand it any longer, he pulled Chris up, their lips meeting in a burning kiss. Leo rolled them over, Chris trapped beneath him. His hands wandered over Chris's body, his touch hard and purposeful. He leaned down, his tongue tracing a path across Chris's chest, leaving a path of fire behind it.

Chris's breathing was in sharp, gasping breaths as Leo's mouth made its way lower, his tongue teasing and tormenting. It was almost more than he could bear, and Chris's fists twisted in the sheets, his body bowing off the bed.

"Leo-Ahhh," Chris groaned, his voice trembling with wanting.

Leo pulled back, eyes blazing with desire. "Do you have a condom?" he rasped, voice rough.

Chris shook his head, his chest heaving. "No, I don't."

Leo hesitated for a moment, then nodded. "Then we'll do it this way," he said, his voice firm. "No penetration. Just us."

Chris nodded, his heart thudding in his chest. "Okay."

Leo bent forward, his lips brushing against Chris's in a fervent kiss. Their hands were pushed against each other, their touch in tandem as they kissed each other with abandon and yet gently. There was the distant sound of moans, of heavy breathing as they made love.

The strain built with every touch, every kiss, and every whimper. Chris's world narrowed to the feel of Leo's hand on him, the sound of his whimpers, and the heat of his skin. He was near, so near, and he knew Leo was too.

"Chris," Leo whimpered, voice breaking. "I'm—"

"Me too," Chris panted.

They were together, their bodies trembling as they came together. The room echoed with the sound of their climax, their screams ringing off the walls. Time stood still for a moment, and all that was left was the two of them, lost in the intensity of the moment.

Leo's semen gushed everywhere on his own stomach while Chris's sperm gushed everywhere on Leo's chest and his stomach

They wrapped around one another, arms and legs entwined, their breathing slowing to a regular pace. Leo buried his face in Chris's chest, his hand tracing slow designs on his skin.

"Chris," Leo breathed, his voice rough. "That was. incredible."

Chris smiled, his hand finding the curve of Leo's back. "Yeah," he said, his voice awed. "It was."

They simply sat there silently, the truth of what had happened settling in around them. Chris was calm for the first time in a while. The rest of the world could wait—for now, the only person who mattered was the man in his arms.

End of Chapter 12