Older Leon and older widowed reader that has a grown daughter.
I did name the daughter but if you don't like it you are welcome to imagine another name i guess lol.
Leon let out a grunt as someone ran right into him on his way down the hall to his apartment. They nearly dropped the box of things cradled in their arm, unable to see around the box to tell where they were going.
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry."
The person peered around the box as they apologized. It was a young woman. She might have been in her early 20s or so.
"No worries." He could tell she was struggling. "Need help?"
"Yes please." She laughed and handed the box off to Leon. He held it with much more ease than she did. The woman sighed gratefully before leading the way to where the box belonged.
"Moving in?" Leon asked as they walked.
"Not me. My dad. I'm helping him out despite him swearing he could take care of it all himself. I'm trying to get him to stop working so much. Buy a house, settle down. He just won't listen."
As they walked Leon realized they got closer and closer to his own apartment. They stopped just shy of his door.
"Looks like we're neighbors." Leon pointed to his door as the woman unlocked the one in front of them.
"Really?" She glanced at the other apartment door and pushed open hers. "Good to know he has nice neighbors this time. His last place was a nightmare. Just put that right inside on the floor."
With a nod, Leon stepped just past the apartment threshold and placed the box down. He walked back out to meet the woman again.
"Thanks." She smiled. "I'm Lucilia, by the way."
"Leon." He smiled back. His hands landed in the pockets of his leather jacket.
They talked for a bit as Leon helped with a few more boxes. He was off that day and didn't have much better things to do. She was a nice girl and from what she said her dad was a pretty good guy. He had a mental image of what he might have looked like. He tried to calculate Lucilia’s age with how old her dad could be. It was probably close to his own age but he could only guess.
"Lucilia?" Leon was pulled from his thoughts at the voice. He looked to see a man approaching, Leon still had a box in an arm.
Dad? This guy? Seriously? He was gorgeous. Leon was pretty close to how old he might have been though. He looked about the same age, maybe a little older. He had a little bit of grey visible in his hair and wrinkles just around his eyes and mouth. None of that took away how incredible he looked for his age though.
Lucilia came up and hugged him.
"Dad, this is Leon. He's been helping me move some of your stuff in. He lives next door."
"Guess that useless boyfriend of yours couldn't show up and help out."
Lucilia elbowed him in the ribs. He let out a huff. The man looked back up to Leon.
"[Name] [Lastname]." [Name] held his hand out to Leon. "Thanks for helping Luci out. I'd invite you to dinner for compensation but I don't have much groceries at the moment."
Leon took his hand in his own free one, shaking it firmly.
"It's no problem at all. I'm happy to help where I can." Both of their hands broke apart, returning to one another's side.
Lucilia’s voice cut through the sound of the TV. Her and [Name] had a movie night in his new apartment. They made sure to keep their tradition of movie nights no matter what. Even if Lucilia was grown now with her own place. [Name] kept his focus on the screen at her words.
"Who?" She rolled her eyes, shifting on the sofa to face her father.
"Leon." He turned his head finally, seeing her somewhat serious expression. His eyes went right back to the movie.
Silence. [Name] could still feel Lucilia’s glare though.
"Hm?" He was barely listening.
Lucilia sighed as she reached for the remote. She paused the movie, leaving [Name] no other choice but to pay attention to her. He gave her a confused look. As if asking what he did wrong this time.
"I think you could really benefit from making a few friends here and there."
[Name] scoffed with a small smile on his lips. He was amused that his own daughter treated him like he was the child.
"What are you, my therapist?"
"I'm serious dad." Her tone evened out. "You don't talk to anyone from your old friend group anymore. And ever since mom..." She paused a moment, thinking of her next words carefully.
"I just worry about you." She knew he was lonely.
Lucilia scooted over on the couch and hugged her dad. [Name] leaned his head on top of hers as he embraced her.
"Just talk to him. For me at least."
There wasn't anything that [Name] wouldn't do for his daughter. He sighed.
"Alright. I'll talk to him."
The movie continued on and they watched in comfortable silence. [Name] thought about Lucilia’s request. He thought about what she might have been thinking. He never wanted her to worry about him. That was supposed to be his job.
As time went on, Leon and [Name] did indeed talk. They occasionally met at each others doors by pure coincidence, each coming home at the same time or leaving early in the morning. Coincidence turned into routine. Soon enough [Name] invited Leon over for Christmas dinner one day when he heard Leon wasn't doing anything for it. Well, more like Lucilia forced him to, but he did want him to come. It was just him, Leon, Lucilia, and Lucilia’s boyfriend Aaron. It was nice, full of laughs. Leon hadn't expected to find himself with someone else's family for a Christmas dinner.
"What do you do for work, Mr Kennedy?" Aaron asked.
The fork in Leon's hand froze at the question. Most if not all of what he did was classified stuff.
"I work for the government." He kept it vague.
Lucilia raised her brows as she gave Leon a surprised look from across the table.
"Like a police officer or...?" Lucilia asked this time.
The title gave Leon that sinking feeling in his stomach again. You'd think he'd be over it by now.
[Name] watched Leon. He could tell it was a bit of a sensitive topic for him.
"Well whatever it is, sure must pay good given that beautiful Porsche you got." [Name] spoke up.
That did it. Leon smiled. Leon was always so proud of that car. He also was aware that [Name] knew what he was talking about since he worked on cars. "Even if I prefer the older models."
"Don't get me wrong. I love my car but I like a 930."
It was [Name]'s turn to smile now.
"I had one of those before Lucilia was born. Loved that car to death."
"I'm sure it was beautiful."
"Oh it was. Ran good too. I hated having to let it go but they don't make very good family cars. Plus I needed the money at the time."
Leon hummed in acknowledgement and nodded his head. He thought about the fact that [Name] had lived a whole life. There was so much he didn't know. So much he wanted to know.
They hung out more and more. Leon enjoyed their time together. So did [Name]. Lucilia could tell it was making him happier. No matter how much he denied it.
Friendship quickly turned to something else. Something more meaningful. It was a feeling neither of them had been familiar with in a long time. They had plans to go to a local bar every Friday when [Name] got off work. Or Leon would go over to [Name]'s apartment, drink a few beers, watch NASCAR. He knew nothing about it but he liked hearing [Name] ramble about facts he knew about the cars. About how it all operated. He was easy to listen to.
Months went by with this unspoken tension. Small unintentional touches and quick 'sorry's. Keeping eye contact for a little too long. All of it added up and yet neither of them admitted anything.
"I can't this week. I'll be out of town for work." Leon said, standing outside his apartment with [Name] a few feet away. "Or the week after that. I don't really know when I'll be back. I have to leave first thing in the morning, though."
"That's alright." [Name] unlocked his own door and put the keys back in his jacket pocket. "We'll catch up when you get back."
Leon hesitated. He wanted to say something else. The words wouldn't come out.
"Good night, Leon. Stay safe on your trip."
Then he was gone. [Name] vanished into his apartment. Leon stared that way for a moment, his mind contemplating his entire life decisions. He was actually really going to miss him.
Missions were never easy. This mission though was particularly tough. Leon couldn't stop thinking about him. The entire time he was just counting down the minutes to when he could see [Name] again. He was hopeless. He didn't know when he started feeling so dependent on seeing [Name]. All he wanted to do was get back to him. Did [Name] think about him like this too?
When he got home, it was about three weeks later. It was the middle of the night. Leon didn't waste a second to take a shower in his apartment. He was filthy and completely exhausted. Even if the first thing he wanted to do was see [Name]. He was probably asleep by now. Leon didn't want to bother him.
Leon laid on his bed, shirtless, and hair still damp from the shower. He should have been sound asleep by then. Having worked so hard and not gotten enough sleep for three weeks. His eyes traced over the blank ceiling. His mind wouldn't let him rest.
He felt like he was about to do something reckless.
Next door, [Name] couldn't sleep either. He was concerned something might have happened to Leon on his trip. Having no contact from him was more difficult than he imagined. He didn't know exactly what Leon did for work, but he could conclude that it was dangerous.
He nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard a soft knock at his door. He stumbled out of bed, making his way through the dark apartment. Maybe Lucilia forgot something. She would have waited until tomorrow though if she did. Or she would have at least left a message. [Name] unlocked the door and hesitantly cracked it open. [Name]'s breath was ripped from his lungs at the sight of Leon, his upper half bare. [Name] had to keep himself from looking down at him, a flush creeping up his neck.
"Leon? When did you get back?"
No warning. No verbal response.
Leon just lunged forward and kissed [Name] deeply. Teeth clashing. The way [Name] looked at him once he answered the door was his last straw. He'd waited too long. Wanted too desperately. [Name] went wide eyed but quickly melted into the kiss. Leon pushed the door closed behind him, shoving the other deeper into the apartment.
All the built up tension just spilled over. Leon's tongue licked along [Name]'s lips, asking for permission to enter. [Name] graciously accepted. Their heads tilted and moved in sync with their tongues. Noses bumping one another's, the scruff on their faces scratching. Leon's hands didn't waste any time to slide up [Name]'s shirt. They glided up his stomach and ribs until the shirt was pulled off over his head. Their mouths reconnecting again.
Everything happened so fast. Before [Name] knew it, they were in his bedroom. He pulled away, but they were so close still. He could feel the warmth of Leon's frantic breath on his lips.
"It's been a while since... I've done this." [Name] voice was almost a whisper as he spoke.
"I know. Me too." Leon responded. "But I haven't wanted anything so bad in my life."
After he spoke, Leon took a step back to rid himself of his pants. He sat on the bed in his boxers, his need obvious by the sight of his hard on. His fingers tugged [Name]'s waist band so he was closer. His message was clear, but he voiced it anyway.
"Please fuck me, [Name]."
Everything around [Name] came crashing down at Leon's request. He pulled down his sweatpants and boxers in one go. He watch as Leon's eyes raked over his form. Half erect before him.
"You're beautiful." Leon couldn't help but look in pure fascination and desire.
[Name] pushed Leon to lay back with his hand on his chest.
"I'm just thankful I can still get it up." [Name] responded as he started pulling at Leon's boxers. "Lift your hips. Let me see you."
Biting back a moan at [Name]'s words, Leon did as asked. His boxers landed somewhere on the floor. He was so hard. He was hard before he even came over from just thinking about visiting [Name] tonight.
"Even if you couldn't, I'd still do this with you." [Name] laughed at Leon's words.
"Flattery will get you everywhere, Mr Kennedy."
"As long as it gets me under that beautiful body of yours."
Drool pooled on the pillow that Leon was face down in. His body rocked back into [Name]'s relentless thrusts. [Name] held onto Leon's hips like a vice. Leon's loud moans and whines filled the bedroom.
"Yes. Right there. Don't stop. Never stop..."
Leon wanted to reach for [Name] but he couldn't. He settled with gripping the bed instead. This gave him better leverage to push back into [Name] harder. [Name]'s grunts and low groans egged him on.
"Inside!" Leon didn't hesitate. "Do it inside. God, I'm gonna cum so fucking hard." He was a mess.
The bed creaked at the rhythm of their love making. Leon's movements became sporadic and less coordinated. Desperate. [Name] leaned over him, chest to Leon's back. The sweat on their skin made their bodies slightly slick. [Name] kissed the back of Leon's neck as he climaxed, emptying himself inside Leon. Leon came with a cry at the feeling of him filling him. His release spurting out onto the mattress below. They rode out their highs for a moment.
Hips finally stilled. Heart beats slowed. Breathing evened out. [Name] pulled out with a hiss and Leon turned over on his back. He leaned up and grabbed [Name] by the back of the neck. They kissed again. Leon kissed like he was starved. When their lips separated again, Leon's pale blue eyes never left [Name]'s face.
"Again?" Leon asked. [Name] gave him a confused look.
Leon shifted the two of them so [Name] was laying down on his back now. He left small kisses down the others chest.
"Leon, I don't have another one in me." It's not like either of them were young and spry. Age gave restrictions.
[Name] then felt Leon's teeth scrape against his skin on his chest. He couldn't help the moan that escaped him. Leon wrapped his hand around his now soft cock, trying to work him up again.
"I'm not done with you yet."
[Name]'s eyes shot open, woken up by Lucilia calling out to him from the kitchen. He looked at the time.
He was supposed to be up an hour ago. Lucilia had a car she wanted him to look at for Aaron. They also had lunch plans. [Name] looked over from the clock to warm body next to him on the bed. Leon was sound asleep with his back towards him. He could see the scars there now. They had been hidden by the dark the night before. [Name] desperately didn't want to wake Leon from his sleep.
As carefully and quickly as he could, [Name] slid out of bed in search of clothes he could throw on.
"Dad? You still asleep or what?"
Lucilia was at the door now. [Name] almost tripped over the pants he was putting on, trying to make it to the door in time. He pulled the door open just enough so that she wouldn't see Leon. He slipped through the opening, closing the door.
"Hey. Sorry honey. I over slept."
Lucilia raised a brow as [Name] tried to usher her away from the bedroom door.
"Why are you whispering? You okay?"
"Yeah. Just a little under the weather."
They made it to the kitchen and [Name] started some coffee. Lucilia talked, reminding him about Aaron's car and what was wrong with it. [Name] was hardly listening. His mind was just hoping Lucilia would leave soon. At least before Leon woke up.
When the coffee was done, [Name] made Lucilia a cup. They drank coffee together across from one another in the kitchen. [Name] was anxious, Lucilia could tell.
"He's in there isn't he?"
[Name] nearly choked on his coffee. He coughed.
"Leon. He's in your room. Is he not?"
The room was quiet. [Name] didn't know how to respond.
"You know I don't care, right?"
"I'm happy for you, dad. Really. Because he makes you happy."
She was so good. He felt like it was her looking after him these days. [Name] put down his mug.
"What have I done to deserve such an incredible daughter."
Lucilia smiled. It was more mischievous this time. Before she could respond with something witty, the bedroom door clicked. [Name] watched the hallway entrance. Leon walked in with just his sweatpants on. He looked up to see Lucilia and [Name] in the kitchen. He stopped dead in his tracks, afraid he was interrupting.
"Oh shit. I'm sorry." Leon took a step backwards into the hallway entrance.
"No it's alright. I'm heading out." Lucilia reassured. She walked up to [Name] and kissed him on the cheek. "Love you. Don't worry about the car today."
Grabbing her keys and purse, Lucilia headed for the door. She turned to them one last time.
"You kids don't have too much fun, now."
Then she was out the door. Both men laughed at the comment. Leon finally moved his legs again over to where [Name] leaned back on the counter. His arms caged him in, each hand on either side of [Name] on the counter. He left a short but sweet peck on his lips. One turned to two. Then three.
"Come back to bed for a bit."
[Name] felt like he was young again. He hadn't felt this lovesick in probably 20 years.
"As long as that thing I encountered last night isn't still in there." [Name] referred to the fact that Leon had made him cum three times in one night.
With one last kiss, Leon gently grabbed [Name]'s hand to drag him back to the bedroom.