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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Glee
  Relationship:
      Original_Male_Character/Original_Male_Character
  Character:
      Original_Male_Character(s)
  Additional Tags:
      Incest, Lemon
  Series:
      Part 108 of Leoverse
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-02-27 Words: 1945
****** The Calmest Part Of The River ******
by lisachan
Summary
     Leo wakes up expecting to find Cody by his side, but he doesn't. And
     so, he goes in search of him.
Notes
     WARNING: This story is an AU from the original 'verse. What happens
     in here has little to none correlation with what happens in Leonard
     Karofsky-Hummel VS The world or Broken Heart Syndrome. The characters
     involved are (mostly) the same, but situations and relationships
     between them may be completely different.
     This is also part of a doomed timeline, which would be one of those
     AU/What Ifs in which Leo and Blaine have been together, if only
     briefly, but ultimately end up apart, or didn't get together at all.
     (READ THE OTHER FIRST!!!)
  This work was inspired by
      Not_A_Common_Fairytale by lisachan
When he woke up this morning, Cody was not by his side, and that had been
majorly disappointing. There are very few upsides when it comes to their
parents leaving on tour, and they all come down to that: to being able to sleep
together in the same bed tied up in the tightest, warmest embrace, even naked,
if they want, and then wake up together, side by side, without bothering to
fear, for one morning, that they could be discovered.
That’s almost literally the only thing that makes their parents’ disappearance
worth it – together with shameless, unapologetic sex in every corner of the
house, true enough – and it’s very disappointing when, for one reason or
another, Cody refuses to grant Leo the chance to enjoy it.
Today, he guesses, the reason must be he needed to wash himself, so, after
waking up, eating some random fruit and putting his clothes on, he decides to
go search for his brother in the only place where he can be now: the river.
In this part of the forest, the river is nothing but a thin stream of calm,
transparent water flowing lazily down towards the valley. It’s the calmest part
of its course, the waters are slow, moving just enough to keep themselves clear
and cool, and the water level never rises above the knee, not even in winter,
when it rains the most, which makes it a very safe place to come wash and play.
It’s not Leo’s favorite part of the river, honestly, his favorite part being
its spring, and the gorgeous waterfall behind which Cody and him usually hide
when they don’t want the rest of the world to threaten them, but it is a nice
spot nonetheless, it always smells good, it’s quiet and warm, it might be a
little damp every now and then, sure, but when it’s sunny and there’s a little
breeze the light dances through the bright leaves hanging low from the tree
branches, and everything shimmers, and the shadows whirl on the grass like
traces of invisible fairies. Cody loves it, and so Leo can’t help but love it a
little bit on his own too.
It’s a quick walk there, and when he arrives Leo isn’t even remotely tired.
Cody’s humming under his breath and the sound of his voice announces his
presence before Leo’s eyes can detect it. He decides to stop behind the bushes
a few feet from where Cody’s bathing – it happens so rarely that Cody lets him
watch him as he washes himself, he wants to enjoy the sight.
Crouching behind a bush big enough it could welcome three of him, Leo watches
his brother through the gaps between the thin, leafy branches, trying his best
not to make any sound, resorting even to holding his breath when he gets
worried it might turn heavy enough for Cody to hear it.
He’s so beautiful Leo doesn’t even know if he’d be able to put it into words
for his life. His skin is white and perfect, glistening wetly in the sun, and
Leo watches the tiny drops of water it’s covered with as they travel down along
his tiny shoulders, his mesmerizingly curved spine, his endless full legs, in
the gap between his milky thighs. They look so soft they make Leo’s mouth
water. He’s never seen anyone else that could awaken his instincts the same way
Cody does – it’s like a natural call, something more than just a thing he likes
to do, an imperative, inscribed in the very core of his being. Only when Cody’s
involved, he’s not a person, but an animal aching for a mate.
Cody squats on the water, his legs disappearing completely, the curve of his
ass diving underwater as he washes the traces of last night’s sex off himself.
No more than four hours ago, Leo’s cock was buried deep inside him, and he was
fucking him hard enough to make the headboard bang against the wall. He came
inside him, filling him up, and when he pulled out he watched his own come drip
slowly out of him, pooling between his thighs. He licked him clean and then
fucked him again, and this time he came all over him, and by the time he was
done Cody was whimpering and shaking so much he couldn’t finish a sentence. “No
more, Leo, no more,” he said in a tiny voice, still all messed up by his own
orgasm, and Leo has had to stop himself from jumping on him again by forcing
himself to lie down and try to sleep.
He can’t possibly wait anymore.
He stands up, kicking his boots away and walking barefoot towards the shore.
The grass muffles the sound of his steps and lets him get closer undisturbed.
When he steps foot in the water and Cody finally hears him and turns around,
it’s already too late – he’s grabbing him by an arm, forcing him in quite an
uncomfortable position, not properly turned and yet not properly facing away,
with his lips pressed against his own, his tongue already pushing against them
to demand a pass.
“Leo,” Cody moans against his lips, trying to break free from the kiss, “Wait—
what are you doing? We’re outside!”
“No one will see,” he answers hastily, letting him turn around completely,
finally, only to wrap him in his arms, “I couldn’t wait any longer.”
“What…?” Cody seems confused and he presses his hands against Leo’s chest,
unconvincingly trying to break free again, “Why— What do you mean?”
“I’ve been watching up to now,” Leo answers, kissing him again, his hands
already running down Cody’s back, landing on his buttocks, squeezing them
firmly.
“Leo…” Cody whines, shivering a little. He already knows where they’re headed –
he always knows – and Leo can feel reason and excitement battling underneath
his skin, making it warmer to the touch, “Can’t… can’t you wait until we get
back home?”
“No,” Leo answers right away, and he kisses him again, kneeling in the water
and dragging Cody down with himself.
He squeals, cold shivers running up and down his body when Leo makes him lie
down against the bedrock of the river. “Wait…” he whispers, trying to close his
legs to stop Leo from settling in between them, “You’ll get all your clothes
soaking wet! You’ll catch a cold!”
“I don’t care,” Leo answers, his hands already on Cody’s knees, forcing them to
part again. The water’s so clear he can see Cody’s body underneath the surface
perfectly, all the details magnified. The whiteness of his skin, how it turns
pinker between his buttocks, the tiny, clean opening residing there, closed
shut, only waiting for him to pry it open. He leans in, kissing him voraciously
again, slipping a hand in between the small of Cody’s back and the cold flack
rocks of the riverbed, to help him pull up just enough to offer some friction
when Leo starts rubbing himself against him.
Even through his clothes, touching him is electrifying. It gives him shivers
Leo can hardly contain, it fills his body with such blazing anticipation all
his skin seems afire. Burning, burning, and only inside of him is the cool
medicine that’s going to put him out.
He pushes his pants down his hips, baring his cock. Cody moans at the sight and
Leo looks at him again, finding him hard, his delicate erection twitching
underwater. He palms him slowly, watching him intently to catch every shade of
pleasure ghosting on his face, and Cody parts his lips and licks them before
letting go of a liquid moan that drips down Leo’s torso and underbelly, melting
right on his cock, making it twice as hard.
With feverish hands, he makes him part his legs wider. He wants to fuck him,
now, he can’t contain himself anymore. Sure, this is a remote part of the
forest and it’s unlikely they could ever be seen by someone, but somebody could
pass by nonetheless, and Leo doesn’t care. Some wild beast could spot them,
could decide they make a fine lunch, and Leo still doesn’t care. All he cares
about is his brother, his trembling body crushed underneath his own and the
glorious sounds of his gasps and moans as he rocks his hips back and forth,
desperate now as Leo himself is.
He thrusts inside and for a moment he stops, letting himself be wrapped up in
Cody’s warmth, in the iron squeeze of his muscles around his cock. He pushes
himself slowly deeper in, he wants to be sheathed in him for his entire length,
buried so deep inside his body to grasp the illusion of having reached the end
of him. Cody tries to hold back the sounds, but his pleasure explodes in music
once again, high-pitched, shaky notes that give Leo a route to follow. They’re
a sheet, and Cody’s the instrument, and Leo’s hands are the hands playing him,
and the music seeping through his lips is the symphony they’ve been born to
play.
Leo wraps his fingers around Cody’s cock, jerking him off fast and hard
following the pace of his own thrusts. When Cody comes, Leo doesn’t see it. The
white, translucent trace of his orgasm gets instantly carried away by the
current. He can’t see it, but he feels it, in the way Cody’s muscles squeeze
him in an iron hold, pushing him over and past the edge.
He pulls out, though. He doesn’t wanna come inside, where his orgasm would be
wiped out right away. And if he tried to come anywhere else on his body, well,
he might as well come straight in the water, because the result would be the
same.
He chooses the face.
He pulls out, pulling himself up on his knees, pressing the head of his cock
against Cody’s cheek as he jerks himself off to reach his climax. Cody whines,
for a moment he looks at him as if he was very, very angry, but then he closes
his eyes, opens his mouth and turns his face in the direction of his cock, and
Leo can rub it against his cherry red, swollen lips, against the tiny bit of
tongue he can see through them, against its warm wetness. He doesn’t even want
to push his cock inside, he doesn’t want to fuck his mouth, he just wants to
rub against it, watch his come spill in hot shots from the tiny slit at the top
and land all over Cody’s face, dirtying him up.
When it happens, it’s glorious, it’s amazing. Cody licks his cock clean, then
swallows. And Leo’s inside, cos Cody swallowed him down. And he can smile, and
pacify himself, and sit down on the river bed, right beside him, and kiss him
on his cheek, even though it’s a bit dirty, but really, he doesn’t mind.
“I had just cleaned myself…” Cody complains, turning around to wash his face.
Leo laughs, leaning in to kiss him on his shoulder. “I prefer you dirty,” he
says honestly, rubbing his nose against his skin, “You’re a sight.”
“And you’re impossible,” Cody answers with a deep sigh, turning back towards
him, “Look at you, you’re all wet! And we have to pass through the woods to go
home, you know it gets windy, it gets cold!”
“Oh, come on,” Leo chuckles, searching for his lips, asking for a kiss, “Stop
playing the older brother.”
“I am your older brother!” Cody says, matter-of-factly.
Leo laughs again, ignoring his answer. Not when they’re alone, he thinks with a
glint of childish stubbornness, when they’re alone he isn’t.
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