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Jason groaned as he flopped onto his bed, the chill of the sheets making him shiver. He curled up into the sheets, missing the warmth that usually accompanied him.
He’d had to work with a god alone, and so here he was, in his apartment in New Rome, while Leo was halfway across the country.
He groaned again, thinking about him. He’d be able to go back to him in a day or two, but it already felt like it was an eternity away. Jason thought about the night before he’d left, how they spent their time in bed, how their hands roamed each other’s bodies…
Jason felt it before he saw it, and he cursed. He was getting hard from just thinking about their time together, and with the thoughts swirling in his head, it wasn’t going away.
He reached for his shirt first, undoing the buttons and tossing it away. It exposed the sensitive marks hidden underneath, red stars across his skin, and Jason moaned as he reached a finger to brush against one. It brought him back to the week before, where they made love in the heat of their room.
“Jason…” Leo gasped as they broke apart from kissing. His eyes were blown wide, small embers licking his hair as he looked up at him. Jason imagined he looked no different with how hard he was panting. Then he bent down and pressed his lips to Leo’s neck, sucking hard at the skin.
The moan pulled from Leo was sinful, his back arching up as he sucked and claimed the body beneath him. Once he was done, he gripped Jason’s shoulders tightly. “Let me mark you too, cielo,” Leo gasped. And of course, Jason accepted.
In the present moment, Jason pressed a finger into a mark on his shoulder, crying out in pleasure as he imagines the feeling of Leo’s mouth on him, his teeth grazing and breaking skin.
By now, his cock is straining almost painfully against his work pants, begging for attention from the person he’s away from. The apartment is bare save for the essentials and his work, so all Jason has is his hands and his imagination.
He works his pants off in record time, erection pressing harder against the front of his boxers. Impatience gets him. Jason wraps his hand around his still clothed cock, stroking it. He runs his free hand across his body, brushing each and every mark left by the love of his life, his mind continuing to race.
Jason gasped as Leo soothed a mark left with his tongue. “Leo…” he murmured.
Leo responded by dipping his hand between their bodies, taking the both of them in hand. Jason groaned, low and deep, hips bucking up towards the friction of their cocks rubbing together.
Jason moaned at the memory, finally getting rid of his boxers. His cock stood at attention, flushed and leaking. He wrapped his hand around it, stroking it as he thrusted up into his hand.
“Leo…” he grunted. The friction was good, but it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t Leo. He needed something else. He needed more. He needed Leo. He needed to fuck-
His head fell back against the bed, blown eyes spotting the pillow at the head of the bed. Soft. Smooth. Undefiled.
He grabbed it.
Shoving the pillow between his thighs, Jason straddled it. He felt the fabric brush against his cock, sending jolts of pleasure up his spine. And when he thrusted against it, sparks exploded behind his eyes.
Jason let out a guttural groan, nearly falling off the pillow. He grabbed tightly onto the corners, beginning a slow, steady pace of thrusts that brought him back to Leo.
“Oh, Jason,” Leo whimpered as he slowly entered him. Leo was already sufficiently stretched, and now he had his legs to his chest, leaving his hole exposed.
Jason pressed further in. Each hard-won inch he took felt like he was getting closer to Elysium. And once he finally bottomed out, he was hitting it.
Leo moaned as Jason struck his prostate, his cock striking dead-on. His hips were settled right against Leo’s ass, cock fully buried to the hilt inside him.
“You feel so good,” Jason breathed, beginning to thrust into him, slowly and deadly, striking his prostate with each push back into the waiting heat of his ass.
By now, Jason had no control of the noises he made. Grunts and groans spilled from his lips as he began to thrust faster against the pillow. It wasn’t Leo - nothing was - but it would be enough for them being separate.
The pillow was a mess by now: wrinkles and creases marked the surface, along with a noticeable wet spot from where Jason was thrusting. He barely noticed, though, fucking against the pillow like an animal, imagining it was Leo beneath him.
“Oh, Jason!” Leo screamed in the heat of their room. His arms were on his shoulders, leaving crescent marks there as he met his thrusts. “Cielo, I’m so close!”
“Leo…” Jason groaned. He gripped the pillow tighter, imagining it was Leo’s hips instead, marking them for him to see. “Tell me how much you want it…”
“Por favor!” Leo gasped, “Te necesito ahora! Todo de ti!”
It was that which got Jason to fuck him into the mattress until he was screaming his name. “Jason! JASON!” he yelled as he came.
“LEO!” Jason yelled as he thrust one last time against the pillow. Ropes of come painted the fabric, some of it leaking onto the sheets below it.
He fell onto his back, away from the now messy pillow. Though he could see it, all his thoughts were still on Leo. He thought about what he was doing, and a flash of arousal hit him at a new thought.
Did Leo miss him as much as he did? Was he getting himself off to the thought of Jason?
He imagined the scenarios: Leo’s hand wrapped around his cock as he pressed a finger into the bruises he left him. Leo opening himself with his fingers wishing they were his. Leo fucking himself on a toy as he thought about it being his cock instead, bouncing up and down until he came.
Jason gulped at the thought, feeling his cock begin to stir to life once again. He glanced at the ruined pillow, his come staining the once fine surface, and imagined it was Leo’s ass his release was leaking out of.
He’d clean the mess up. But first, he needed to take care of himself.