Clandestine Cabin Ch. 02

*Characters are 18+ in Regency England, and Edward is Deaf.

Lime-washing was not in Edward's repertoire of skills. This was abundantly clear to him as he surveyed his handiwork across the front room of the cabin. Even if it had not been clear, Leo was making sure Edward knew his thoughts on his brushwork as he followed along behind him, smoothing out the rough patches from Edward's strokes.

The humidity was oppressive and unusual this late in the season, the leaves still clinging to their summer colors. That, coupled with a repetitive, messy task like painting, had left both of them sweaty and dappled with paint, dust, and cobwebs. Catching Leo's eye, Edward bashfully suggested they head to the stream behind the cabin to wash off. Before Edward had set his paintbrush down, Leo had gleefully pulled his shirt off over his head, the buttons getting caught in his tangled hair.

Laughing, Edward stepped closer, reaching to help Leo untangle himself. As the shirt pulled free, both Edward and Leo's expressions changed from playful to something more akin to serious as they took in their proximity. There was a taut moment that stretched out between them, infinite and fleeting. And the next they began tearing at each other's clothes.

In no time, they were naked, lips locked together, hands charting each other's bodies in a way both familiar and new. Their little cabin still lacked a proper bed in Edward's room, so they walked, awkwardly, giggling as they tried to remain locked in each other's arms as they navigated to Leo's room, kicking the door shut behind them.

Edward pushed Leo onto the bed, climbing atop him, straddling his hips. After he paused, purposely waiting until he could see Leo's breath hitch with frustration and anticipation, Edward wrapped a hand around Leo's already hard cock, maneuvering it gently until he could put his own beside it, using both hands to stimulate them at the same time. And Leo had no critiques to give to these strokes.

The friction of his hands coupled with Leo's cock sliding against his own was heavenly, and Edward fought to keep himself from bucking his hips, afraid exaggerated movement would cause him to inadvertently pull on Leo too hard. Leo had no such compunction, and he was moving his hips under Edward as well as his hands and mouth all across Edward's body. The stimulation, paired with the euphoric, hungry expression on Leo's face, proved too much for Edward, who exploded across them both, his twitching cock still pressed against Leo's.

Edward started to adjust his grip, this softening cock becoming sensitive, but Leo's hand wrapped around his, holding them together as Leo's hips increased in pace, furiously fucking the sheath of their hands. Edward groaned low in his throat, the sensation overwhelming, but unable to make himself stop. Leo's thrusts became more frenzied, erratic, and finally culminated in what Edward could feel through their closeness as a panting moan as he came on their joined hands.

Releasing them both, Edward stared a moment at his sticky hands, their sweaty, connected bodies. This cabin was all he could have dreamed of and more. In truth, they should have finished the work days ago, but they had been going at it like rabbits, the heady sensation of being truly alone too much for either of them to fight. Even now, so clearly spent, just the thought of being alone with Leo was enough o stir life back into his cock.

Before either of them could pursue that thought, Edward got up, pulling Leo to his feet alongside him. Leo, as if drunk, unsteadily leaned in to Edward, giving him a lingering, wet kiss that had Edward fighting every instinct not to collapse back onto the bed, Leo with him. Instead, he gathered their things and led the way to the stream.

The shelter of trees was a welcome respite from the sun that had come out in force that afternoon. They picked their way down to the banks where several large flat rocks lay just under the surface, ideal for sitting on while washing. They first washed their clothes, scrubbing with coarse soap to remove the lime-wash they had spilled. After draping them among tree branches to dry in the sun, they clambered onto the rocks to wash themselves.

Of course, it was not long before they were washing each other. The first time Leo had offered to scrub Edward's back for him, he had been surprised by how intimate it was. Now, already half erect, despite the cool water, Edward could not hide from Leo's thorough ministrations just how much he enjoyed what was happening.

With a deliciously evil grin, Leo had Edward stand. Leo knelt in front of him, licking his lips salaciously. Edward, embarrassed, crossed his arms, unsure what to do. While they had talked about this as a possibility, neither of them had tried taking the other in their mouth. Edward wanted desperately to know what it would feel like, but he felt very exposed.

All thoughts fled his mind the moment Leo closed the tip of Edward's cock in his warm, wet mouth. Leo's hands came up to firmly grasp Edward's buttocks, gently kneading them as he experimented with his lips and tongue. First, he ran the tip of his tongue around the end of Edward, tasting him. Then he pressed kisses from tip to base, pausing once or twice to swipe his tongue over an area. Edward found his hands itching to pull Leo closer, to get more of him in Leo's mouth.

Leo looked up at Edward lazily, clearly enjoying what he was doing to Edward. Edward was as surprised as Leo when his hand snaked out to catch the back of Leo's head, grabbing a fistful of curls none too gently. Leo's shocked expression gave way to something Edward had seen before, a pleased sort of hunger, as if he liked being told what to do. Edward, forcing himself to go slowly, be gentle, guided Leo's mouth back to the end of his cock, pressing it against his supple lips. When Leo wantonly opened his mouth, his tongue hanging out in welcome, Edward moaned, pressing his advantage.

While he had very much enjoyed everything they had done together so far, this was a nearly indescribable pleasure. Edward was certain if he hadn't just expended himself in the cabin, he would have filled Leo's mouth that moment, it was so exquisite. Instead, he peered in the gates of heaven as Leo began bobbing his head back and forth, his tongue dancing along Edward's length.

The pressure mounting, Edward lost some of his control, grabbing Leo's head with both hands and moving him to better match the rhythm Edward craved. As he did so, Leo began to moan, presumably at Edward's directing. The added sensation proved too much for Edward as he came, moaning incoherently, knees buckling. Leo was still dutifully caressing him with his mouth, his hands on Edward keeping him upright.

As Edward began to deflate, he was surprised by an increase in moans from Leo, the vibrations around his sensitive member almost too much for him to handle. As Edward opened his eyes, he beheld the most scintillating sight. Leo, on his knees with Edward's cock in his mouth, semen and saliva dripping down his chin, one arm around Edward, the other stroking his own cock furiously, the motion causing the shallow water of the stream to splash them both.

When Edward pulled Leo's head away from him, unable to bear it any longer, he put a hand under Leo's chin, forcing him to look up at Edward. As their eyes met, Leo suddenly jerked, his orgasm catching him off guard, lost into the stream. He sagged forward, bracing himself against Edward's kegs as he jerked and twitched. Edward could feel the groaning from Leo through his legs, trembling though they were.

Once Leo was able to sit up, Edward collapsed to the rock beside him, and they leaned their shoulders against each other, both breathing hard. After a long moment, Leo pointed to the bar of soap, tiredly signing, "Want me to wash your back?"

Edward laughed, a little at first, then harder as Leo joined him, both of them dissolving into giggles at they sat together in the stream outside their home.