Chapter 13

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"Leo's POV*

I'm not exactly sure how this happened. I told him, told him everything that happened between Axel and I, yet here we are, his shirtless frame on top of mine. Though our jeans were still on one another his grinding felt amazing on the lower half of my body. My hands rubbed his thighs while he straddled my body. The pressure was beyond anything I had felt before. With each movement he made I could feel myself getting harder.

I wanted him. This lust that burned throughout me began to magnify when his hands reached out and began to rub all over my chest. I could feel my breathing getting heavier. I needed more, but couldn't find the words over the pleasure that soared through me. No thought would sit in my mind long enough to question how we ended up in this position, despite my dwindling efforts to retrace our steps.

My hands made their way to his back, sliding up and down as he continued to grind on me. I wanted more, could feel myself getting close despite the fact that we both had our clothes on, something I wasn't sure I wanted to maintain. On one hand, less clothes the better it would feel. The other hand, however, would take this to levels I wasn't sure I could handle at this point.

As if answering a silent prayer, I heard my mom call from downstairs, signaling that she was home, something she made a habit out of rather quickly due to something that happened a little over a year ago. She had come home early one day after picking up Chloe from daycare, only to walk in on me in the living room, fully naked and hard with a look of horror and shock all over my face. We never talk about it, fortunately, and since then she has always announced her arrival back home.

Sitting up with Mute still on my lap, I wrapped my arms around him and kissed his forehead just before he began to climb off of me. Smiling he moved, allowing me to grab my shirt and throw it back on. Leaving my room and heading down the hallway to the stairs we began to descend, heading for the living room but stopped short when my mother made another announcement.

"I got your text saying you came home from school, I hope you start feeling better soon. I've got to run back to my office for a quick screening, I'm taking Chloe with me, just came home to grab a few things. There's money on your card, if you need you boys need anything just give me a call."

"Okay mom, love you."

"Love you too!"

Hearing the door close I turned my head to Mute to see what he wanted to do. Hearing a grumbling from his stomach I chuckled a little bit and the timing and told him to follow me to the kitchen. Grabbing his backpack and pulling a notebook out, he made his way behind and took a seat at the table and began to move pencil and paper.

I decided it would be best not to hover over what it was that he was doing and began to pull out some things for lunch. I figured a few sandwiches would suffice so I grabbed out all the lunchmeat we had in the fridge and began pointing to them, moving my finger to each one based on his nodding. After figuring everything out and making his sandwich, I began to make mine, adding a little extra mayo, the best thing you can use for ham in my humble opinion. After grabbing both of our plates and setting them on the table where each of us were going to sit, I started putting everything back into the fridge so that I wouldn't have to do it later. By the time I had finally gotten to sit down Mute had already had a picture drawn and set in front of my sandwich. The detail was phenomenal. In that short time frame he had managed to throw together once again what could have won any fancy art challenge.

I had to stare at it in order to figure out what the image was at first, then do a double take to make sure my eyes weren't playing tricks on me. He had drawn the two of us standing side by side, his hand interlocked with mine. The thing that threw me off, however, was the fact that my other hand was holding someone else's. Though the picture trailed off the paper I still had a pretty good idea of who it belonged too, but then something else caught my attention, stealing away my current line of thoughts and allowing new ones to take root.

There was a question mark above the hand that held the other one, while Mute's free hand was held up to his lips, making the traditional symbol for someone to keep quiet. I wasn't sure how to react. Was he asking that I keep him and I a secret, or that we could see other people but keep them in the dark? I had no idea what it was that he wanted, but I couldn't find the words to voice my questions. Picking up on my confusion I felt him tap on my shoulder, pulling my attention from the confusing masterpiece I had held in my hands.

A quizzical look held tight to his face. He wanted me to ask him what I thought, what it was that I wanted to do with what he offered, the problem was, I still wasn't sure what it was that he was saying. It took a while before I could finally find the words I wanted to use. Though skeptical, I asked what my initial first thought had been, that if we were going to keep us a secret. After shaking his head no I thought for another moment then asked if he wanted an open relationship.

Reaching out and pointing at me he nodded in my direction the pulled his finger back, pointed at himself and shook his head no. I hadn't ever been more confused in my life. As if gathering that I had no idea what he was getting at, he picked up the paper and began pointing at it, first at me, then the hand that I held. Making a check sign then moving his finger to the drawing of himself, he made a small 'X' sign with his finger then looked at me once again.

It made a little sense, I guess. At least I had a new thought process to which I could ask a few more questions. I wanted to word them right, however, so I sat there in silence, waiting for the proper word to gather and form in my head.

"So, you're saying you want it to be open on my end, but closed on yours?"

After smiling at my words and nodding his head yes, he grabbed hold of the sandwich I had made for him and took a bite. I wasn't sure how to feel about the situation put before me. He didn't seem like the type that would be okay with this kind of thing, but he was the one who suggested it in the first place. Grabbing hold of my sandwich and taking a bite, I let the silence fill my mind, trying to clear it enough for some kind of rational thought, something that seemed to avoid me at all costs. I hadn't even realized I finished my sandwich until my hands went down to what was now an empty plate.

Every book I had ever read that had something like this in it never ended well, even with the agreement of all rules being followed somehow something always went wrong. After finally voicing the thought that swam in my head to Mute. He sat there quietly, staring at me intently before leaning over the table and pushing his lips to mine. Smiling as he pulled away he pointed to the picture once more, nodded, then grabbed my hand and pulled me to the living room.

Picking up the remote and turning on the TV, I tried to lose myself in whatever show it was he had on. I watched as the cartoon characters on the screen attempted new ways to maintain our attention. After a while the show became background noise to what my thoughts had become. I wanted more clarity on the issue but had no idea about how to get it.

Getting up and excusing myself, I told Mute I was going to take a shower and began walking from the living room and up the stairs to the bathroom down the hall from my room. Walking in and closing the door I began to remove my shirt then turned the water on hot. It was part of a ritual I had always done. Walking to the mirror while the water warmed up I stood before the full body image of myself and began to strip completely.

After inspecting every inch of my body I made a mental note that I needed to start working out again tomorrow. I wasn't losing any muscle tone by any means, but I still wanted to get ahead before it could start. Lowering my eyes a little further down, I began to inspect the other parts of my body. I knew I was a bit more endowed that some guys, due to the few times I've watched porn, but to me, I was just average.

Turning from the mirror and looking at my butt, I began to shake it a little bit, a simple distraction that always made me chuckle at myself. Turning once again I opened the door to the walk in shower and adjusted the water a bit before stepping in. I just stood there, letting the water run down my head and slide all over me.

I needed this relaxation. I didn't even want to think about what mute had just offered, nor what had happened between Axel and I. The water felt amazing, and with it I was finally able to unwind. Closing my eyes and resting my back against the wall behind me, I let the flood over take me. Feeling myself starting to grow a little bit, I realized I haven't gotten off since before we moved here. Figuring I had time before I needed to get back to Mute, I slid my hands down my chest and grabbed hold, slowly grinding them up and down.

I knew I wouldn't last long, due to how long it had been since the last time I did this. I could feel pleasure shooting through my bod with each movement my hands made. I was getting close already, would maybe last another thirty seconds if I decided to speed up, a good three minutes if I took my time. I wanted to enjoy this. Slowing my movement and rolling my head back I thought caught something moving around outside of the shower but chalked it up to my imagination and continued to work.

A small moan escaped my lips as the pleasure that shot through me grew with intensity. Turning my head once more as I thought I heard a noise, I opened the door to the shower and looked outside of it, I caught site of someone I hadn't expected to see. Mute stood there, pants unbuttoned and shirt removed, getting ready to climb into the shower with me. I stood there in complete shock, unsure of what to do next. He walked right past me after removing the last of his clothing and stepped into the water.

Turing to him, I watched as he grabbed the body wash from the rack and began to pour some on his hands. Walking back over to me a smile stretched across his face before he began rubbing them against my chest. After everything that has happened today, I decided to just go with it. Leaning against the back wall once again, I watched him as he kept rubbing my chest, his eyes challenging me to back down. I just stared back at him, waiting, trying to figure out what it was he was going to do next.

His eyes finally broke from mine and I watched as they grew bigger when he looked a little further down. I was completely hard now, standing at attention. Moving downward with his entire body, I felt myself throbbing at what I believed would come next, however, nothing could have prepared me for this. Just as he was leaning towards it with his mouth, I heard my mother call from down the stairs.

Fear shot throughout my entire being. I didn't know how she would react if she caught the two of us in the shower together. Looking just as frantic as I was, I watched as Mute rushed out the shower and began to get dressed. He pointed for me to stay in the shower then rushed out the door towards my room. Standing in the shower I closed the door and started to rinse off the body wash that Mute had started rubbing on my chest. She called once again, this time closer, ascending the stairs towards my room.

Grabbing a towel and wrapping it around my lower half, I opened and leaned out the bathroom door and asked what she needed. She decided to walk all the way up the stairs and to the door I stood at before she voice what it was that she wanted.

"I'm once again only back for a moment, came to get my damn purse. We're going out for dinner tonight, so see if you can get Shylo to tell us what is he would like to eat."

I almost rolled my eyes at her words. 'If I could have gotten him to talk I would have done so already'. After telling her I would try she kissed me forehead before waving to Mute, who had taken refuge in my room. Turing around and walking down the stairs, I waited in the threshold of the bathroom door until I heard the front door close.

Turing my head back towards my bedroom, I smiled to myself as Mute began to take off his shirt and started walking back towards the shower. I was more than eager for what was about to transpire, eager for us to pick up where we left off. Pushing me against the back shower wall, a small smirk appeared on both of our lips, before his vanished as he proceeded to lower himself once more, just inches away from it now.

I had gone soft when mom interrupted us, but that was long gone now. This was it, I was going to experience the one thing most men complain that they don't get from their girlfriends. The buildup was killing me, him inching closer, taking his time. I could feel his breath on it, causing it to jump slightly with excitement. Closing my eyes and leaning my head back I gasped at the sudden burst of pleasure that shot through me, unlike anything I had ever felt before.\

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