Chapter 5

Dave came to him for protection. He wouldn't give out his location, not even if Adam begged him. 

At the mention of the bastard he wanted so badly to forget, a cold spike drove through Dave's chest.

“Show me,” Dave said. His voice surprised him. He sounded too calm, compared to that rage that was slowly getting bigger in him, so big, he knew it would have engulfed him if he had gone somewhere alone and not sought Leonard out as he did.

Leonard frowned. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah, just show me.”

“If you insist.” Leonard crossed the room and sat on the edge of the bed. He held out the phone and scrolled through the messages for Dave to read. He also watched his face, to know if he was softening for him. He wouldn't blame Dave if he actually wanted Adam back. They were married, of course. He wouldn't have stayed with Adam for as long as he did, if he didn't like that bastard.

Dave stared at the name on the screen, at the name of the man who promised him a life, then fractured it with a stranger in a hotel room. The grief was gone, and what remained was anger.

He looked up at Leonard as a plan took hold of him at that moment. He wouldn't have thought about that if Adam hadn't sent the message. “He wants to know where I am, right?” 

“Yeah, but you don't want to tell him. Do you want?”

Dave didn't answer. He just pushed himself up on the bed, and the blanket he had covered himself with when Leonard placed him on the bed fell to his waist. The cool air kissed his skin. “Let's show him.”

Leonard's frown became pronounced. “How?”

Dave reached for Leonard's phone. His fingers didn't tremble as he opened the camera and switched to video before he handed it back. “Film me.”

Leonard took the phone as his lips lifted in a smile. For a moment there, he had thought Dave was going to take Adam back. This was more than he was expecting, and boy, did he love that. 

With the phone out of his hand, Dave turned, presenting his back to Leonard, to the camera. He knelt on the bed and looked over his shoulder. “From here.”

Leonard moved immediately. Dave felt the heat of him before he felt his hands settling on his hips. He positioned the phone in such a way that it would capture everything well before he started recording.

Dave looked directly into the lens, and said in a sultry voice, one he knew would piss Adam off. “You wanted to know where I am, right? I'm with your father.”

Leonard's hands tightened on his hips and he guided Dave back, just an inch, until Dave felt the thick heat of his cock pressing against his hole. Dave was still loose, slick from their fuck downstairs, so it slid in without resistance. 

“He's inside me,” Dave breathed into the camera, the words leaving him in a rush. His eyes fluttered closed for a second as Leonard pushed forward. “Right now.”

Leonard moved and Dave's head fell back as a moan ripped from his throat as he was filled, stretched and claimed all over again. It was deeper at this angle. He felt every inch, a burning, perfect fullness. Leonard's grip on his hips was iron, holding him still for the camera, for the man watching.

Dave forced his eyes open and stared into the lens, his vision blurring with pleasure. “Watch,” he choked out. “Watch him fuck me like a man fucks another man. Watch him take what used to belong to you.”

Leonard moved rolling his hips and fucking Dave like the starved man he was. Knowing his son would watch that video when they sent it to him made him fuck him harder, their flesh meeting. 

The sound was obscenely wet, loud in the quiet room: skin slapping against skin, Dave's own choked cries and Leonard's low, ragged grunts behind him. The camera captured everything, just like Dave wanted it to. It captured the way Dave's body jolted with each drive, the sweat-slick line of his spine and the desperate clutch of his hands in the sheets.

“Look at me, Dave,” Leonard spoke between thrusts. 

Dave obeyed, twisting his head to look back over his shoulder, meeting Leonard's fierce, darkened gaze. They held each other's gaze for some time before Leonard's eyes dropped to where their bodies were joined, watching himself sink into Dave, and a raw, possessive sound tore from him. He leaned forward, biting a kiss into the knob of Dave's spine, never breaking a rhythm.

Dave faced the camera again, his expression shattered. “He feels… god, he feels so good.” The confession was for Adam. He wanted him to feel the jealousy he had felt when he uncovered his secret, when he found out he wasn't the only one in his husband's life. “You never… You never made me feel like this.”

Leonard's thrusts turned harder, deeper, as if the words fuelled him. One hand left Dave's hip, slid around his front, and found his cock hard and leaking. He stroked him in time with his thrusts. Dave cried out, his body bowing, hurtling toward the edge.

“I'm gonna come,” he gasped, the words meant for the man destroying him and for the husband forced to witness it, he said, “He's going to make me come.”

Leonard's breath was hot on his neck. “Do it. Let him see.”

The orgasm hit like a detonation. White, silent, then a roaring wave that blotted out everything. Dave's body seized, clenching tight around Leonard, milking him as he spilt over Leonard's fist with a broken sob. The camera captured the violent shudder of his release and the utter abandon on his face like he hoped it would.

Leonard followed him over. His rhythm fractured into a few final, deep, grinding pumps before he buried himself to the hilt, a low roar muffled against Dave's shoulder as he pulsed inside him, hot and endless. He held there, locked in place, as the last tremors rocked through both of them.

Slowly, Leonard pulled out and reached forward to stop the recording.