Things getting heavy

"So, you are my property..." Leon answers rhetorically, you replying nonetheless.

"Of course, why wouldn't I be?" you reply. Leon looks through you, a husk of a man. You ponder your words, holding the kiss, and the previous assumption in your mind. "You never told me you were gay."

Leon comes to life, stammering. "W-huh, I-I, no, it's-"

"Lee, it's fine. I'm cool with it, and you were well in your rights!" you insert trying to ease the tension. "You, well, reacted just like I would when I'm making out with Penny. It's a little funny even, I never saw it coming that you like dudes."

You notice that your words have somehow multiplied the stress on Leon's face. "O-hoh, shit... Penny..."

Your heart sinks as he invokes her name. Dread of your own emerges as you begin to question whether Leon's reaction is related to you and Penny dating, your outlook beginning to crumble; a ruling you'd feel compelled to abide by if Leon disapproved. But, you really do like her, and would he really object to a relationship as strong as yours and Penny's?

"Do... do you not want us dating?"

Leon again, with eyes wide, drops his jaw at your train of thought. "Oh my god, no! I don't want to mess up anything you have with Penny! Shit, man. You gotta get my name off your arm, pronto! This shit's too upsetting!"

"Shower?" you quelp alongside a pair of finger guns.

"Shower! Fuck!"

Walking down the hall from the showers, you regale yourself on how Leon might be passing his time in your dorm. Was he in hysterics over Penny? Down about what you said? As you open the entrance to your room, you're surprised to see Leon sitting on your bed, cool and collected. He notices your arm still engraved with his name, a flash of shame breaks through his expression, and yours too for your inability to follow through.

"The, uh, the water got cold, but I think I managed to smudge the E a little."

"It's fine." Leon smirks with resignation. "Just, rub it off on your own time. I think I need to face the reality of it all."

You take a seat on the bed next to Leon. He glances into your eyes for a moment, only looking away as his thoughts catch up to him.

"What can I do to make you feel better?" you ask lightly, donning your friendship cap.

Leon looks back over to you, longingly almost, weighing his options and choice of words.

"I don't suppose telling you to ignore everything I ask you to will make things normal, huh."

"I mean, I could-"

"But it still wouldn't be... normal. For all it could do, if I was getting beat down and asked you to call somebody, you'd probably join in." Leon further resigns himself to the nest of blankets on your bed. "Shit, man. I don't have the willpower for this."

"For... what? This?" You gesture ambiguously between the two of you.

"Yeah, sorta." Leon glances down at the mark on your arm. "I'm trying to be a good person about things, but... it's getting really hard."

"We-... why?"

"Gee, I don't know!" Leon denotes contempt in his voice for a moment, simmering down as the time passes. "... I-I really wanted to kiss you."

"Oh, okay?"

"And I still do, right now... being honest, there's a lot of guys I wanted to kiss today -- and then some..."

"Hah, and you think it'd make them a bit uncomfortable, you suave motherfucker?"

"... Did it make you uncomfortable, when I did?"

A pause in the room draws attention to the eerie quiet. The twittering of birds outside getting ready to roost. You know he expects an answer, but asks it in a way like maybe he didn't want one, or was looking for a reason to entrench his manifesting doubts. You can't deny what you think, though.

"...No."

"No?"

"No, not really." you think back, objectively, but also in an attempt to steer your words to avoid another scene. "Well, was it out of the blue? Definitely. Guys have a bit more stubble than I'm used to. But, you know, I'm not a phobe. It felt... safe, right? It was nice."

Leon gawks at what you just said. Obviously, you were straight. He likes men. You like women, but he owns you, too, and despite your sexual incompatibilities, it appeared he had trouble accepting that you were okay with the kiss. A perfectly logical conclusion that Leon for some reason had trouble grasping. Checking the boxes, jumping through the mental hoops to read what's on Leon's mind, you take the initiative in asking what Leon was too afraid to.

"Did you want to kiss me again? Right now?" Leon is silent. You can see his cheeks flush red in real-time, the gears in his head whirring. Leon remains a deer in headlights, an unmoving gargoyle on the foot of your bed as you stare him down. Hoping to lighten the mood, you quip, "I mean, you do own me. I don't think Penny would mind if-"

Mid-sentence, Leon lusts fully into your body, knocking you down to where he straddles your waist. His lips supplant your own, and he lets out a moan as his hands stroke your hair. His teeth are practically chattering as he lays on top of you, asynchronous breaths escaping his mouth as he comes up for air. You sort of lay there, unaccustomed to your friend/owner ravishing you in such a way. All you wanted to do since Leon entered your dorm was to make him feel better, but it seems he's handling it himself quite well -- and for all intents and purposes, you're out of your element in uncharted, homosexual, waters.

Still, Leon seems to be avoiding anything below the belt. Taking his time to explore your chest and arms with clammy hands. He is really into it, though. He pulls your t-shirt up and kneads your (unremarkable) man-boobs -- apparently that's a gay thing -- a lot weirder than you doing it to your girlfriend. Then again, maybe Penny feels the same way about it. His focus eventually turns to your shoulders, and forearms, a muscle-group you tend to work on more than the shameless first-act. Leon traces around each vein, the crevices in your elbow. He takes your hand by the wrist, plopping each finger into his mouth, and licking in-between when he reaches their base. You can't help but blush as he nonverbally orders you to do the same to his own hand, acquiescing in their salty tang.

Not much more happens. He takes a moment to bite your neck, intermittently, up back to your lips, and sucks on your tongue again, but eventually turns over to his back, and lays by your side, panting. It's a little awkward, not knowing what to say after being the instigator beforehand. Leon soon catches up with his breath, rolling his head over to you.

"... Can I stay the night?"

You look back, barely making out the features on his face in the light you have left. You smile, as a friend would.

"Uh-... Sure."