Hot Water Love

Leo POV

The doorbell rang loud. Tommy’s voice cut through. “Open up, man! It’s about tomorrow!” My heart jumped fast. My gut sank cold. Rory’s eyes burned into me, jaw tight. I lied quick. “Work friend.” My voice cracked weak. He didn’t buy it. Knocking pounded harder. My chest buzzed wild. My hands shook bad. Rory stepped closer, eyes sharp. “Leo?” he said, voice low. I opened my mouth. No words came. Then my phone buzzed. I grabbed it fast. “Trip’s on,” I blurted. “Poconos. Tomorrow. Let’s go.” His frown softened slow. “Yeah?” he asked. I nodded quick. “Yeah. Just us.” My chest heaved shaky. Tommy knocked again. I locked the door tighter. Rory watched me. Hope flickered small. Trouble waited. But not tonight. Not now.

Next morning, we packed fast. Bags hit the car loud. Rory drove. I watched him. His hands gripped the wheel steady. My chest buzzed light. My gut twisted sweet. “Two days,” he said, voice soft. “No work. No crap.” I grinned big. “Just you and me,” I said. His laugh broke low. My heart thumped happy. Trees blurred past. Green and tall. Air smelled sharp through the cracked window. Pine and dirt. My phone stayed off. No texts. No Tommy. No Frankie. My hands stayed still. My chest stayed warm. Love burned quiet. Fear stayed far. We were running. To peace. To us.

The cabin sat small and wood. Logs stacked rough. Smoke puffed slow from the chimney. My boots crunched gravel loud. Rory grabbed our bags. Dropped them fast. “Nice,” he said, eyes bright. I pushed the door open. Creaked loud. Inside smelled like pine and fire. Wood floor chilled my feet through socks. Fireplace crackled soft. Red glow danced on the walls. My chest buzzed alive. My gut flipped happy. “Ours,” I said, voice rough. He grinned wide. Dropped his coat. My hands grabbed his waist. Pulled him in. His laugh hit warm. My lips brushed his neck. Soft and quick. “Bed first,” I muttered. His breath hitched loud. “Water’s waiting,” he teased. I smirked small. “So am I,” he said, voice low. My heart raced wild. Love hit big.

I dragged him to the bed. Mattress squeaked loud. My hands yanked his shirt off. His skin glowed warm in the firelight. My lips found his. Slow and deep. His tongue pushed back. Wet and hot. My gut twisted sweet. My chest heaved fast. His hands gripped my hair. Pulled light. My moan broke soft. His laugh shook breathless. “Slow down,” he said, voice rough. I grinned big. “Can’t,” I said. Kissed him harder. My hands slid down. Unzipped his jeans. He kicked them off. Loud thump on the floor. My breath hitched quick. “Hot tub next,” I muttered. His eyes locked mine. Dark and bright. “Yeah,” he said. My chest buzzed wild. Anticipation burned hot. Us close. Us free.

The hot tub steamed outside. Water bubbled loud. Heat hit my face fast. Air bit cold on my bare arms. I stripped quick. Clothes piled messy. Rory laughed soft. Dropped his boxers. My gut flipped hard. My eyes stuck on him. Steam curled thick around his skin. Wet and shiny. I climbed in. Water scalded hot. Burned my legs good. He slid in slow. His knee bumped mine. My chest buzzed alive. My hands grabbed his hips. Pulled him close. Water splashed loud. His laugh broke high. “Easy,” he teased. I smirked wide. “No chance,” I said. My lips crashed his. Messy and wet. His hands gripped my shoulders. Tight and warm. My heart pounded wild. Love burned bright.

I pushed him back. Water sloshed hard. Pinned him to the edge. Wood bit his back. His breath hitched loud. My hands slid down. Held him steady. Hot water lapped our chests. Steam fogged thick. My lips brushed his ear. “You’re mine,” I whispered. His groan shook low. My gut twisted sweet. I thrust slow. Deep and hot. His moan broke high. His legs wrapped me tight. My chest heaved fast. Water splashed wild. His hands clawed my back. Nails bit soft. My breath hit Rory’s neck. Fast and shaky. Heat burned us up. Cold air kissed our shoulders. My thrusts stayed deep. Slow and sure. His groans mixed mine. Love hit raw. Peace hit real.

We slowed down. Water calmed soft. My forehead pressed his. Wet and warm. His eyes locked mine. Dark and soft. My chest buzzed sweet. My hand brushed his cheek. Slow and gentle. His fingers gripped my wrist. Held me there. My gut flipped light. “Think they’d kick us out if they knew?” he joked, voice low. I smirked big. “Let ‘em try,” I said. His laugh broke free. My heart thumped happy. Steam curled lazy. Water hugged us warm. Air stung cold on my wet hair. My chest ached good. Love burned steady. Doubt flickered small. His eyes flickered too. Quick and quiet. Trust still thin. Hope still big. I kissed him soft. Held him close. Swore silent. Nothing ruins this. Not now. Not here.

Night fell fast. Fire crackled loud inside. We dried off slow. Towels dropped messy. Wood floor chilled my bare feet. Rory grabbed my hand. Pulled me close. “Dance,” he said, voice rough. I laughed quick. “Naked?” I asked. He grinned wide. “Yeah,” he said. My chest buzzed warm. My arms wrapped him tight. Skin on skin. Warm and real. We swayed slow. No music. Just fire popping. His breath hit my neck. Soft and hot. My gut twisted sweet. His giggle broke high. Mine mixed loud. My hands slid low. Held his hips. His forehead bumped mine. Clumsy and close. My heart raced gentle. Love burned bright. Peace felt full. “You’re good at this,” he teased. I smirked soft. “Only with you,” I said. His eyes glowed warm. My chest ached deep. Us lighter. Us us.

Firelight danced on his face. Red and gold. My fingers brushed his hair. Messy and damp. His hands stayed on me. Steady and sure. My gut flipped happy. My throat burned soft. “I won’t let anything ruin this,” I said, voice low. His eyes watched me. Quiet and still. “Good,” he said, voice steady. My chest buzzed alive. Hope hit big. Doubt hit small. His lips brushed mine. Quick and warm. My arms tightened more. Held him close. Wood creaked under us. Pine smell filled the air. Fire snapped loud. My heart thumped steady. Love burned hot. Peace stayed real. Us together. Us now.

Then my phone buzzed. Sharp and loud. On the table. My heart jumped fast. My gut sank quick. Rory’s arms froze stiff. “Who’s that?” he asked, voice low. My chest buzzed nervous. My legs wobbled soft. I pulled away slow. Grabbed it fast. Screen glowed bright. Tommy’s name. My throat burned dry. My hands shook bad. “Leo, Frankie’s out. Heard he’s got a game tonight. Wants you there.” My stomach flipped cold. My breath hitched loud. Rory stepped close. Eyes sharp. “Work again?” he asked, voice hard. My chest broke quiet. My mouth opened. No words came. Tell him? Hide it? My heart raced wild. My gut twisted tight. Frankie’s pull hit real. Game tonight. Trouble close. Hope hung shaky. Love hung sweet. Rory waited. Eyes locked. Suspense bit deep. Us steady. Us stuck. Right now.