Love Lies Bleeding by Remmy Duchene (carter reed txt) 📕

"Hello?"

"It's me." Leo's voice was tight.

"Is everything all right? You sound strange."

"Fine… can I see you?"

"Can't this wait until later?"

"Please… for about ten minutes."

Anderson glanced at his watch then over at Byung who was chewing with a concerned look on his face. "Okay, ten minutes—but then I really have to run because I don't have much time before my next lecture."

"Deal."

* * * *

"Detective…"

"Don't talk to me right now." Leo held up a hand, shoved his badge on his belt, and turned out the door. The journey across the parking was short and he dropped his files into the trunk and climbed into the car. He knew he probably freaked Anderson out but he couldn't wait any longer. He was tempted to use the siren but knew that wouldn't end well. It wasn't official police business and no one was in danger. He was hoping Anderson would be waiting for him but he pulled into the empty parking lot where they were to meet and turned the car off. It dawned on him then the lot was empty and the only building on it seemed to have been abandoned a long time ago. Leaning forward, he had to squint to eye the faded writing on a haphazard sign on the side of the structure. He shook his head for he recognized it. It used to be an empty spot for a carnival that went belly-up years before.

He glanced at his watch for what had to be the millionth time. When he looked up, he saw Anderson's car pulling into the space beside his. He pushed from his car and walked around to greet Anderson by taking him into his arms, pressing him into his car, and kissing him deeply. Feeling Anderson's lips under him and tasting his tongue left Leo weak and vulnerable. He craved that feeling—he yearned for the feeling of the complete love and fire he felt when he was with Anderson. Leo felt sexy and wanted when Anderson looked at him with fire in those big brown eyes. He never had that with anyone else. There never been a man seeming to be so obsessed with ripping his clothes off in pure, raw, lust. Right there in the middle of the abandoned lot, Leo allowed this man to drink from his lips and to turn him on even more than he was mere seconds before. When his brain felt as though it would explode if he didn't lift his head, he pulled his mouth away and pressed his forehead to Anderson's.

"Well… damn."

"I need to feel you naked against me," Leo whispered helplessly.

"Leo?"

"I know. We're in a parking lot—but trust me when I say we wouldn't make it home from here. I guarantee it."

"What's gotten into… damn I've never had a man want me like this before."

"Then you've been with morons. Now come on, let me see that delicious cock of yours."

He saw the hesitation in Anderson's eyes turn to fire when he felt for Anderson's nipples through his shirt, caught them between his index fingers and thumbs, and pinched. He tugged the nipples while squeezing them and grinding his arousal into Anderson. "No. This is going to happen, Andy, and it's going to happen right here. Don't worry about it. We won't get caught. If you don't want it to, walk away."

Anderson's lips tugged upward to one side leaving Leo throbbing sweetly.

Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a condom and handed it to his lover. He watched as Anderson pulled his cock from his pants and slipped the lubricated condom on. He then turned to brace against Anderson's car, pulled his pants down, and lifted his coat. When he spread his legs he could feel Anderson coming in close behind him. Holding his breath, he waited, and was rewarded with pressure from a perfectly rounded cockhead. It popped into his hole and slid deeper. A long shaft eased past his cheeks, sinking farther.

Leo groaned, pressed his head against the vehicle, and rode slowly backward into Anderson's body.

Anderson pulled out until only the rim of his dick remained and Leo wanted to slam his first into the car. "Don't toy with it, Andy. Fuck me!"

Anderson laughed—a rough sound that left Leo feeling primal. He reached backward and slammed Anderson hard against the thigh then dug his nails into the flesh.

"Oh shit!" Anderson growled.

That worked. Anderson plowed away at him, driving him hard into the vehicle until it rocked and squeaked. Leo wanted to do something, to move, to shout—anything. But all he managed was to lie heavily forward and stare, mouth agape and ass pulsating, at how thoroughly he was being fucked.

His fingers curled, his knees shook violently, and every part of his body ached sweetly. His cock twitched beneath him, lonely and needing to be touched. Reaching down, he stroked himself, dragging a nail over the head, and shivering at the sensations it caused.

When the inevitable happened, Leo slumped forward, forehead shoved into the metal while his body shook. Anderson wrenched from him and wrapped an arm tightly around Leo's hips before a wild sound escaped his lips close to Leo's ears.

"Andy—damn…"

"My thoughts exactly. You know, one of these days you'll have to buy me dinner."

Leo grinned. "I will buy you anything you want, baby."

He turned his head to look at Anderson then. Though the professor looked away, it wasn't fast enough for Leo to miss the flash of something in his eyes. Leo didn't question it. Sometimes it was good to leave a man with his thoughts.

Though he didn't really want to move, Leo fixed his clothes and turned to watch Anderson do the same.

"I've never done anything like that before," Anderson admitted.

"I couldn't help myself," Leo replied. "And I just couldn't wait until later."

"I'm not complaining. I enjoyed every second of it."

"You need to get out of your comfort zone anyway."

Anderson chuckled. "What does it say about me that the thought of getting caught made it