A.N oh hi! uhm, rated M for some bicycle riding, if you know what i mean. don't say i never did anything for you. see you!

Arthur felt the warmth of Leo's mouth sliding over his cock and began losing himself in the rhythm, back and forth and back and forth. His hands planted firmly on the cold tiles of the bathroom wall, he closed his eyes and leaned his forehead against it floundering in the burning path of Leo's fingers as they slid over the dripping skin of his hips in a soft caress. For a moment he imagined it was Neil with his mouth there, tried to find a memory of the times when they were together but shock came as a real as an electric one when he realized that Neil had never done this for him. He glanced down at Leo as he moved, licking and sucking him as if Arthur were made of candy, the movements of his long fingers over the sensitive skin of his inner thighs. Leo's hazel eyes glanced up at him and it captured Arthur like a gilded cage where even touching the bars made him shiver in agonized pleasure. Leo was far too practiced and kept Arthur suspended in a hazy cloud of want and confusion. Is this what Neil felt? Leo seemed to catch on to his distraction and opened wide bringing Arthur's dripping cock to the edge of his throat. Arthur let out a strangled gasp as he jerked his hips, almost suffering from too much sensation. "L-Leo what-"

Arthur felt stupid for speaking and he feared that Leo might stop to ask him what's wrong but his thoughts washed away as Leo began to quicken his movements, movements that Arthur had mimicked with Neil, he wanted to cry with it. He could almost imagine Neil's tormented expression as he held Arthur's head against him, guiding him, groaning-apologizing. Arthur thought to do the same and buried both hands in that thick, wavy hair. But he found he couldn't guide Leo at all, his hands froze in his hair, in the warmth of his scalp following the smooth, easy glide of Leo's head.

Arthur's eyes squeezed shut and he bit his lip to hold back a whimper, and suddenly as if he'd been bitten by an ant he felt one of Leo's hands sliding down the back of his thigh, it began as the distracting slide of a wet finger but it grew in sensation as it reached the back of his left knee. And the pulsing burn in his lower body began to lose its own steady rhythm, between the sucking and licking and lull of soft, wet flesh and the drag of manicured fingers over the hyper-sensitive skin of the back of his knee, it's new rhythm quickened with the thud of his heartbeat that seemed to go a million miles per hour.

It was then that Arthur muttered Leo's name as if to beg- to please stop- but no. No don't stop. It was all too much. Leo please-

"Leo please-please-please-pleASE!"

Arthur's climax was dragged out of him with sharp claws, left him wounded and shaking and vulnerable. He was still trying to catch his breath when Leo stood up and gathered him in his arms.

"Fuck, Arthur I…"

Arthur almost told him to stop talking, but then Leo apologized.

"I don't know why I….I'm so sorry. This is so messed up I shouldn't have-" he sighed and looked Arthur in the eyes trying to find an answer, "But you looked like you needed it."

Arthur's face flushed a bright, bright red and Leo smiled and kissed his cheek, "Do you want to spend the night? I mean if you don't then its fine…" he frowned, "No, it's not fine. I mean I won't keep you here but you'll have to deal with me texting you and keeping an eye out on the pier all night."

Arthur glared at him but Leo kissed him on the cheek again, closer to his mouth this time. "Why not make it easy on me and spend the night. I promise I won't-" Arthur was surprised to see Leo's face flush this time as he licked his lips, "This is so messed up- Arthur, would you think it's messed up if I told you I don't regret it?"

"I don't think it's messed up." An honest opinion because Arthur was pretty sure he knew what messed up really meant now. This was probably the most normal thing to happen to him in a long time.

"I'll spend the night too."

It was the least he could do; give Leo this as a reward for distracting him from his downward spiral. It was also an apology for trying to pretend he was Neil.

Leo took his hand and led him to his bedroom. Arthur glanced about and saw there were a few paintings hung up, a full length mirror and the bed while big enough for too was so clean and neat it didn't look like anyone had slept on it yet.

As he sat down on the plush covers he glanced at the window that had a prime view of the other side of town, the supermarkets and the smaller businesses and the park, this was the side from which the sun went up. The sun set by the beach. The same beach that-

Leo's hand on his shoulder yanked him out of his reverie and he was pulled down onto the covers.

"Is it okay if I want to cuddle a little?"

Arthur stared up at him, "Do you want me to-"

"No!" Leo's face flared in embarrassment, "I mean…I'm not…I…oh this is coming out all wrong. What I mean is that this isn't about me, I want-ever since I first saw you with your sad eyes and closed smile I wanted to do this."

"You mean suck my-"

"NO!" Leo groaned, "Ah-no I mean I liked that actually, very much so I just…when I first saw you I wanted to- to hold you- is that weird? I feel weird for saying it."

Arthur felt the cold under his skin melt a little at his words. How could someone so cheesy really live in this town and of course he had to have the warmest, comfiest bed in the world right now.

Arthur covered his face to hide his smile and Leo's eyes widened and he gathered Arthur in his arms, "Don't hide it!" he whispered against the back of Arthur's neck, "Let me see it, please?"

Arthur let Leo pull his hand away but he didn't look at Leo when he started to stare at him.

"You look so different!" Leo said hugging him, "Ah, I'm still wired from before I don't think I can sleep."

Arthur on the other hand felt like he could slip into sleep at any time. He let himself be set on the plush pillows and gathered in the warmth of Leo's body as he set in behind him and it was gathered in this warmth, into Leo's kind embrace that he felt true sleep take him away to where there were no nightmares or dreams of the past.

Arthur woke up at noon, in the cool breeze that passed through the open window. He sat up instantly, heart pounding, brain fizzling on like an old computer suddenly plugged in. his eyes hurt and his whole body was limp like any second he'd just fall back to sleep. He swept a hand through his hair and over his mouth as he stared around Leo's room.

Leo.

Arthur got off the bed and went to look for his clothes and he found them hung up by the window in the living room. He quickly pulled them on, he grabbed his phone off the coffee table and left the apartment terrified that Leo would wake up and catch him leaving.

Arthur rushed down the stairs and out of the building like hell hounds were on his heels. He stopped by the nearest phone store to get his replaced and when he checked he had five missed calls, all from this morning and all from his mother.

He walked out of the store and headed home, as he passed the bridge and headed up the slope toward his neighborhood he was caught off guard by a car zooming past, he stopped to catch his breath, to try and keep his senses together. He was on the sidewalk, the sidewalk! Not in the middle of the road he was safe.

When he turned the corner of his street twenty minutes later he saw an unfamiliar car parked in front of his house, the same car that zoomed past him giving him the fright of his life.

As he neared his house he heard his mother shouting in anger and desperation.

There was the crash of glass and Arthur ran toward the front door which was wide open.

Inside he saw his mother, on the corner of the kitchen entrance stood Earnest, Wendell stood behind him, pale with anger.

And next to Arthur, standing at six foot two, long pale blonde hair tied back in a thick braid, attired in a suit, brief case in hand and that eternal sneer stood Yeven.

Niall's father.

His violet eyes twinkled in mirth and Arthur felt his blood run cold when that gaze landed on him.

"Ah, finally he appears."

"Don't you fucking dare Yeven, I'll call the police." Isabella hissed, "Arthur, come here."

Arthur glanced at his mother clearly intending to obey but he couldn't his legs would not move.

He looked up at Yeven who smiled kindly now, patiently as if to a small, cute animal.

"Have you missed me Arthur?"

"Yes, Yeven." Arthur mumbled.

Yeven sneered at Isabella and then turned to Arthur and handed him his black briefcase.

"Take this to my car won't you? And when you come back I'd like some coffee."

Arthur took the offered briefcase and hurried away without actually running, Yeven hated it when he ran.

As Arthur neared the car he felt the chill subside and in its place came anger, a lot of anger. He wasn't a little kid anymore! He didn't have to do what Yeven said! Damn him!

He went to the car now intending to smash the briefcase into one of the windows.

But as he came near he saw that there was someone sitting in the back seat.

He came to a sudden stop when he saw who it was through the black tint of the window.

There's no way, Arthur thought, this isn't happening.

an. free burritos for anyone who guesses who is in the car, if your right i might spit in your prize for ruining the surprise.