Big Poppa ~ Part II

24.
 
Leo didn’t stay. He took a shower, dressed up, and climbed on the large bed to give Siarl a goodbye kiss. Siarl pulled him close, unwilling to let him go just yet. He’d rather keep him for the night, and do this all again tomorrow.
 
“I’ll send you messages,” Leo promised. “And to remind you of me, I want you to have this.” He pulled a ring off his finger, and took Siarl’s right hand. “We’ll do it officially when we’re sure we’ll stick together. But for now…” He pushed the ring on the ring finger, and lifted the hand to kiss it. “See you soon, sexy.”
 
Siarl’s hand fell on the dirty sheets. He was too stunned to move or call him back. Leo left him, closing the door behind him, and he was alone. For minutes, he just stared at the ceiling. Finally, he lifted his hand, and looked at the heavy, steel ring around his finger. It was a broad, smooth band, with a thin golden stripe just out of the middle. Siarl had once sworn he would never wear a ring around that finger. But then again, he had also sworn he would never receive.
Dropping his hand, he continued his staring. Leo turned his whole life upside down…
 
He was cold, dirty and stiff when he woke up again. His bed was a mess, Siarl saw as he moved to the edge. It was an idle thought. He couldn’t be bothered.
For the next thirty minutes, he stood under the shower, leaning against the tiles as the warm water relaxed his stiff muscles. He noticed his ass didn’t hurt, which surprised him. It also delighted him. Leo’s cock was the perfect size for frequent meetings, he realized.
He felt the weight of the ring around his finger as he closed the taps, and he looked at it for a moment. Leonin. Lifting his hand, he kissed the ring, imagining he kissed his new lover. He missed him already.
 
The club was closed and cleaned. He had slept for hours, apparently. Outside it was light, the sky was clear. Siarl opened the windows of his private room, and sat naked in the opening, enjoying the fresh air and the sun on his skin. He toyed with his cell phone before he dared to take a look. He had missed five messages. Three of them were from Leo.
 
First, Siarl opened the other two messages. One came from Jean. He would talk to him later. The other was from his big friend, and it made him smile. Jean had told him about Leo’s visit, apparently. The bear was so happy for him… He typed the reply, ‘I’m wearing a ring’, and sent it. Poppa had brought them together, with his stubborn desire to make people happy. Until now, he could only thank him.
 
Finally, he opened the three messages sent by Leo. The first, sent only an hour after he had left, was a photo of him throwing a kiss. The second was just text, telling him how much he had enjoyed it. The third was a very short video. Only three words. They weren’t mimed, this time. “I love you,” Leo stated passionately in the camera.
Siarl sighed, replayed it, and again. Then he lifted the phone to record his own message. “I love you too, Leonin… Meet me again soon.” He blew a kiss, and stopped the recording. He looked outside as he sent it, sighing again. He had a strange feeling in his stomach, and it just didn’t want to go away. He knew what he was feeling, and he didn’t hate it anymore.
 
*
 
Siarl unlocked the door of the Blue Lotus, and left it open as he walked into the Cave. It wasn’t finished yet, but even without all the accessories it looked very realistic. At first, he hadn’t understood Jean’s wishes about the different, softer rooms. Love didn’t sell, hardcore did. He had been certain of it. But now, as he walked through the dark cave to the stairs, he realized he pictured himself in on of those rooms, making love with Leo...
 
His knock on the door was soft, as if he didn’t really want it to be opened. When Jean answered the door, he heaved a deep sigh. “You talked to me,” he said, avoiding Jean’s eyes, “and now I have to talk to you.”
 
“Come in,” Jean said warmly.
 
Siarl wasn’t used to talk about feelings. He wasn’t used to being emotional either. It was difficult to tell Jean what he felt, but the young man was patient and knew the right questions. In the end, he felt a lot better, less confused, but he also knew he wanted to see Leonin again. That hunkering feeling was completely new to him. It hurt.
 
*
 
To avoid thinking about Leo, Siarl worked harder than ever. It was no success though; there was only so much work to do, and he simply couldn’t ignore the messages he kept receiving. It didn’t matter if he answered them or not. Leo kept sending him little tokens of affection every day. Secretively, Siarl loved them. But it still hurt. It was over a month since he had seen Leo. Far too long.
 
“I’ll be out for a few days.” Siarl closed his laptop, and unplugged it. “You guys can manage without me. Jean can help if you need anything. Alright?”
 
Paul and Alex exchanged glances, but they didn’t comment. Their boss’ strange behavior was worrying and amusing at the same time.
 
“Call me in case of an emergency. I’ll be two hours away from here. See you guys in a few days.”
 
He took his laptop and phone, a bag with clothes and his toothbrush, and went to his luxurious car. It went fast, all of a sudden. Soon he was on his way, not thinking about where he was going, just in case he lost courage. Only two hours later, when he drove into a small, cozy town, he stopped to see where he had to go.
 
He was nearby. It was late in the afternoon, and the sun was setting. As he stopped at the side of the road, he saw the neon sign near the roof of the garage. ‘Leonin’, it simply said. No doubt he was at the right place.
 
In front of the door, Siarl checked his looks. His snake-skin boots, designer jeans, a tight black top. His hair was tied in a low tail. He had left his stuff in the car, only taking his phone with him for comfort. He wondered what he would find behind the door. He had seen Poppa’s garage once or twice. It was light, clean, large and full of half-built hot rods. There was a big difference between Chapman and Leonin though...
 
Taking another deep breath, Siarl opened the door.
 
Leonin’s workshop, although lit with fluorescent lamps, was dark and rather small. The walls between the barred windows were covered with shelves, tools, parts, boxes... too much to take in. In the middle of the shop, on a bridge, Siarl saw a half-built chopper motorcycle.
A beautifully painted gas tank was lying on a workbench, and a young man was studiously attaching small parts at the underside. He looked up when Siarl stepped in, but he allowed him to take a look around first. He smiled when he got eye contact. “Can I help you?”
 
“Yes...” Siarl cleared his throat, and straightened his shoulders. “Leonin... Is he in?”
 
“Yeah! He’s at the other side of that bike. Got a moment? He’s welding the exhausts.” The young mechanic spoke with mock conspiracy, stepping next to Siarl. He pointed at the bike. “Who can I say there is?”
 
“A surprise,” Siarl said with a smile. He looked at the other mechanics, all young and focusing on their work. He wondered how Leo would react.
 
The one who had spoken to him nodded, and walked to the bridge. He knocked on the frame until the sparks stopped flying around, and bent down.
 
Siarl couldn’t hear what the boy said, but the effect was great. Leo suddenly appeared, throwing his welding mask on the bridge. He grinned broadly as he took fierce steps towards Siarl, dropping his suede gloves on the way. He didn’t ask dumb question’s like ‘what are you doing here’, and he didn’t say his name. He knocked into Siarl, wrapped his arms around him, and kissed him full on the lips.
 
For about a second, Siarl was too surprised to move, but he answered the embrace as soon as he got over it. Leo pulled the ribbon from his ponytail, and ran his fingers lovingly through the locks. Finally he finished the kiss. “Come to my office,” he said with a smile. “I want much more of this.”
 
The office was small, messy, with only one desk full of papers, a phone and a laptop, and a big leather chair. The walls were probably white, but the stucco was hidden behind schedules, notes, pictures and sketches of bikes; everything Siarl would keep in folders and probably even behind lock and key.
 
Leo sat on the desk, and grabbed Siarl’s hips. He still grinned happily as he pulled the man between his knees. Reaching up, he dug his hands in the long hair to pull him in for another kiss.
His windows were barred, but they weren’t hidden from view at all. Leo seemed completely ignorant to the fact his mechanics could see everything, and Siarl was enjoying the kiss too much to care.
 
“Mm.” Leo licked his lips, nuzzling Siarl. “I missed you. It took you way to long to come. How about I send the boys home, and lock up? We can grab a pizza and have a nice night together, hm?”
 
“You will send your mechanics home, just because I came in? Isn’t that far too obvious?”
 
“So what?” Leo stole another kiss.
 
“You’re not exactly in the closet, are you?” Siarl smirked.
 
Leo snorted. “I’m fifty, and I have a cock tattooed on my belly. Don’t you think they know? And if they didn’t know; I’m damn proud to have you so I will show you to anybody. But it’s a small town so when you go swimming with a tattoo like mine, everybody wants to see it next time you show up in the pub.” He slapped Siarl on his butt, and pushed him aside. “I’m going to send the kids to their mama,” he said with a wink.
 
As Leo walked out, Siarl followed a bit slower. He crossed his arms, leaning against the wall, and smiled at the scene.
 
“Early day, kiddos! Did you see that dark-haired angel? I haven’t seen him in more than a month, and I’m dying to have some fun. So get your asses out of here. I’ll lock up, and take that hunk home for some adult stuff. I’ll be late, tomorrow. You guys start without me.”
 
The boys jeered and laughed, but they were gone before their boss could change his mind.
 
“So!” Leo turned back to Siarl, contentedly rubbing his hands together. “What kind of pizza do you like?”
 
Siarl walked to him, and wrapped his arms around his neck. “Four cheeses,” he said. “And what’s that adult stuff you mentioned?”
 
“Mm... Wine, maybe?” Leo teased. He took Siarl’s lower lip between his teeth, and tugged it gently. “It’s really been way too long, Siarl,” he said softly. “Next time, let’s not wait for so long, alright?”
 
“Alright,” Siarl nodded. “But I had to heal after you took me so hard, didn’t I?”
 
Leo laughed aloud. “Yeah, right. I can say a lot about my experiences, but not that I hurt someone. Let’s go home. I want to undress you. Shall we take your car?”
 
They took his car, and Siarl drove through the narrow roads to the pizzeria. Leo told him where to go. When he had parked, Leo slapped his thigh, and told him to come with him. With a shrug, Siarl stepped out, locked up, and followed.
 
“Luigi!”
 
Siarl was quite sure the man behind the counter wasn’t called Luigi at all, but they laughed; it was their joke.
 
“Leonin! What shall it be today?”
 
“Four Cheeses and your Special, please. Luigi, take a look at this sexy angel and tell me what you think.” Leo pulled Siarl close with an arm around his waist.
 
The man gave the order to his cook, and leaned over the counter to give Siarl a long, thoughtful look. “You’ve been fishing out of town, haven’t you!” he said admiringly. “Nice catch!”
 
Siarl pulled up an eyebrow, but he refrained from commenting. He was quiet while the men talked and joked, until the pizzas were finished. He walked back to his car at more than normal speed. “What did he mean?” he muttered, when he sat back behind the wheel. “You’ve been fishing and I am a catch?”
 
“It’s an expression,” Leo said surprised. “I always say that there’s more fish in the sea, when it didn’t work out. That’s why I wanted to show you; I’ve been single for so long, Luigi there asked me if all the fish had gone… I’m sorry if it insulted you, baby. He didn’t mean it like that.”
 
“Okay.” Siarl’s heart rate calmed down. “Now it makes sense.”
 
Leo smiled. “You thought you’re nothing but a pick-up to me, is that it? A flirt? Oh darling…” He laughed softly. “I’m no man for on-night stands, and you, young man, are way too sexy for that. I want you for real, Siarl. Get moving; I want to eat and to talk with you.”
 
*
 
“Sorry for the mess.” Leo let Siarl in, and kicked a pair of biker boots aside. “I’m not really prepared for classy company.”
 
“I saw your office… It can’t be worse than that, can it?” It could. Siarl stood in the doorway to the lounge, and looked at the stacks of magazines, CD’s, and clothes. He could see the kitchen. Luckily Leo had a dishwasher, he thought. Still, it wasn’t cleared out. “You need a housekeeper,” he smirked.
 
“I need a husband,” Leo laughed. “I need a smack every now and then.” He cleared the sofa and chairs, pushing the magazines in a corner and CD’s in a cabinet. He brought the pile of clothes to the bathroom. “I had a boring weekend,” he explained, apologizing. “But I hovered and cleaned my toilet.”
 
“Leonin…” Siarl said, lifting a hand to shut him up. “Let's eat and talk, alright?”
 
“Yes. Sure. I’ll get the plates.”
 
Siarl sat down, kicking his boots off. Leo brought the plates, and put a CD in the player. He played George Michael. Siarl nodded as Leo offered red wine, and he accepted the glass. It seemed to him Leo was nervous, in a way. Maybe because he wasn’t prepared at all? It was charming. “Cheers.”
 
“Yes, cheers.”
 
For a while, they only ate in silence. Siarl looked around, trying to see what kind of man this Leonin was. Messy, of course, but that could mean he was busy with other things than cleaning. Warm colors and wood, mismatching furniture and keepsakes with nothing but emotional value. He saw old photos of dogs, cats and kids, and a few adults. All magazines and books were about motorcycles. “No porn?” Siarl broke the silence, trying to make a joke.
 
“Nope. Got my right hand and my imagination,” Leo answered, not joking at all. “I don’t need photos of men I don’t know. Which brings us to your club… Do you care to tell me about it?”
 
“I started ten years ago, and it grew to become one of the biggest gay BDSM clubs in the country,” Siarl shrugged. “It takes most of my time to run it, even with the help of Paul and Alex, and now Jean. We’re closed at Mondays and Tuesdays, but even then I work, but today I wanted to be with you.”
 
“I love your surprise,” Leo smiled. He pulled his legs on the sofa, and poked Siarl’s thigh with a socked foot. “Why did you start it? Was it a fantasy?”
 
“Actually… It was a lifestyle. It was more than just a fantasy. I was a Master, I had slaves, and I was sick of being judged. I wanted a place where I could be myself. It appeared there were a lot of men with the same wish.”
 
“You were a Master?” Leo asked with wide eyes. “Now way… Where are your slaves now? You had guys like Pryce at your side?”
 
“Pryce is unique,” Siarl smiled. “He’s no slave by choice. Long story; let’s not get into that. But yes, I had two devoted young men at my side for a long time. But when the club began to grow, I realized there was a lot more to do than to fantasize. I had a choice to make; quit with the club, or quit with the slaves. Money talked, and money won. I gave my slaves to a couple of Masters with enough time to spare. Keeping slaves sounds easy, but it’s a lot of work. I didn’t love them, like Jean loves his Pryce. I only used them.”
 
Leo was intrigued. Nibbling pizza and drinking wine, he listened to every word Siarl said. “So when did you stop being sadistic? Having no slaves is one thing, but you said you didn’t participate at all. There’s enough opportunity to have some sex, without keeping slaves.”
 
“Yes… I did that, in the beginning, when I felt the need.” Siarl put his feet on the coffee table. “I took advantage of my position for a while, just because I could. But then I woke up one day, and I felt so empty… I felt so strange… Just the thought of dressing up in leather made me sick. I didn’t want to be in the club during opening hours anymore. I didn’t leave my office for two weeks straight. It’s better now; I can watch the guests without throwing up in my private bathroom and I can accept what they’re doing, but I don’t think I’ll ever be a Master again.”
 
“Jean said it was like working in a chocolate factory,” Leo nodded. “Now I understand what he meant.”
 
“Too much and you grow to dislike it, yes. I told him so. When I met him, I was truly willing to give it a try, you know? Rick is right; everybody needs a good partner. But Jean is a young dog…”
 
“Oh, he’s cute!” Leo grinned. “Delwyn is a young dog; Jean is a lot calmer if you ask me. But he needs someone to take care of. You are not the type to take care of a young man, are you? You need an older man. Like me,” he added with a pleased smile. “You’re in the autumn of your life, and you want someone to take care of you. A real man.”
 
“Like you,” Siarl nodded. “I believe I do, yes. You crossed my path at the right moment, I guess.”
 
“With a bit of help from our big friend… He knows what’s good for us, doesn’t he?”
 
“Heh…” Siarl filled their glasses again. “I wasn’t happy at all, when you showed up; can you understand that? Poppa had invited me to fix me up with Jean, and when didn’t work, he simply invited another one of his friends! I bet he wanted to invite every guy he knows one at the time, until I got stuck to one of them. And then you show up.”
 
“You were not amused…” Leo grinned above his glass.
 
“Of course I wasn’t! Look at you! No style, no class, a big mouth and you simply don’t listen. And then you kiss me with that incredible tongue of yours, and you make my cock sizzle and balls sore, but you’re a top and I was a virgin, and then you--”
 
Leo had put his glass away, and shut him up with a hard kiss. “That’s all in the past now,” he murmured. “You’re still wearing my ring… And now you want to see me. You long for me, don’t you? That’s why you’re here… Am I right?”
 
Siarl sighed. “You’re always right, Leonin,” he said quietly. “You know me better than anyone else I ever met. You know what I want and what I need.”
 
Leo pecked a soft kiss on Siarl’s lips. “Yes. I do know. But you know what? I want the same. I long for you too. Hell, I sent you more messages than I ever sent to anyone. I’m claiming you, Siarl; I want you to be mine. I want to be yours.”
 
“Next time we won’t wait for a month, will we?” Siarl asked, looking up with gently pleading eyes.
 
“No.” Leo shook his head. “Next time we meet, will be much sooner. Have you eaten enough?”
 
Siarl nodded.
 
“I have no bath, but we can take a nice, long shower together, and dress in comfortable clothes. How does that sound?”
 
“Sounds good…” Siarl’s eyes dropped down. “Will you fuck me in the shower?”
 
“Mmm… If that’s an offer, I’m not willing to refuse. Follow me, sexy… Let’s see if I can make you come again.”
 
Siarl hastily followed to the bedroom, to take off his clothes.  He really longed for the skinny, tattooed biker and his wonderful dick. He never had sex under the shower…
 
Leo waited for him, cock erect, throwing a jar of lube up and catching it again. “We’re ready for your sweet butt,” he winked.
 
“Mmh… My sweet butt is ready for you…”