<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281723136867795119</id><updated>2011-07-28T19:25:45.062-05:00</updated><title type='text'>leon n jonah</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonahnleon.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281723136867795119/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonahnleon.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GH06OX8rN5s/TWWLrkspLGI/AAAAAAAABC8/8oVpg_HUlwo/s220/scryeye.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>62</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281723136867795119.post-376380444604979211</id><published>2009-08-08T08:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T09:11:06.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'>you're friend indeed</title><content type='html'>Leon had his ways. He didn't want Cher to think he'd forgotten about her completely. He showed up where she was staying. She'd just finished up with her exercises to help her in this transition of hers. Of course, the world was still dark to her. She at least could find her way with a metal cane now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leon was waiting for her in her room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who's here?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Its me." Leon spoke. He knew she'd know just by his thick accent. "Your friend from Canada." He smiled then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How did you find me?" She wanted to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Does it matter? How are you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good." Cher grinned, but Leon wasn't sure he believed her. He came to her closer and shut the door behind her of her private room and kissed her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How bad is it?" Leon winced wondering if he could possibly stand himself anymore. After all, he was sleeping with the enemy now wasn't he? But at least he had him where he wanted him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm getting used to it." She nodded. Although she was looking at someone else, it seemed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you sure?" A part of him felt so devastated by the reality of it as he came around her and whispered it in her ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She shivered. He couldn't help but smile at her heighten senses. Leon wrapped himself around her as he reached under her shirt to touch her belly as he kissed her neck. The cane fell in silence, and he brought her to bed then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally she found his lips and he nudged on to finger her so quaintly as they had so much catching up to do. It pleased him that she'd wanted him so quickly. He basked in her touches. It felt like an experiment of some kind. Honestly, it made the fucking all the more enlightening. She was beautiful, and he was tempted to tell her what she wanted to hear. That he would be here for her. No matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll take you away, soon." He told her as he kissed her on the side of the forehead. "I will. Just get better."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leon was certain he needed to take care of her, somehow. He would. Some way. Soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281723136867795119-376380444604979211?l=jonahnleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonahnleon.blogspot.com/feeds/376380444604979211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3281723136867795119&amp;postID=376380444604979211&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281723136867795119/posts/default/376380444604979211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281723136867795119/posts/default/376380444604979211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonahnleon.blogspot.com/2009/08/youre-friend-indeed.html' title='you&apos;re friend indeed'/><author><name>Bex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GH06OX8rN5s/TWWLrkspLGI/AAAAAAAABC8/8oVpg_HUlwo/s220/scryeye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281723136867795119.post-6821981749090549922</id><published>2009-07-30T10:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T10:47:03.948-05:00</updated><title type='text'>aftermath</title><content type='html'>Jonah was half asleep with he realised Leon was getting dressed. It was bright with the sun glistening through the afternoon. Jonah had forgotten the shades in the all window room. He'd liked it so warm and inviting earlier. Now he needed the shade to keep him cool from the haute dreams he was having about Leon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, he felt as if he knew Leon better now. Afterwards. Honestly, he didn't know if he could do it. Was he fuckable, after all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granted he liked the doing more than the receiving, until now. Now it seemed as if they were slipping into each other's equal, and he couldn't help but smile about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Come back to bed?" Jonah needed him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can't," Leon said he needed to borrow Jonah's sports car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why?" Jonah winced. What could be so important? Jonah rose up on his elbows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll be back. Its nothing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What? Are getting me something?" Jonah smirked then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You wish." Leon smirked back. He came over then and reached across the bed and kissed Jonah so lovely that it made Jonah's hard on wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can't it wait?" He didn't want Leon to let go who noticed what was hidden under the sheet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leon touched the sheet where the bump just grew harder. He bit his bottom lip as he smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't tease me like this." Jonah winced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I won't. I just have to do this before I forget." Leon pressed his lips as if he had to be serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why do you have to remember?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I just do." Leon nodded. "But I'll be back." He whispered in Jonah's ear. "Just be waiting for me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His words gave Jonah a shiver. He closed his eyes then. Jonah hoped it was soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281723136867795119-6821981749090549922?l=jonahnleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonahnleon.blogspot.com/feeds/6821981749090549922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3281723136867795119&amp;postID=6821981749090549922&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281723136867795119/posts/default/6821981749090549922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281723136867795119/posts/default/6821981749090549922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonahnleon.blogspot.com/2009/07/aftermath.html' title='aftermath'/><author><name>Bex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GH06OX8rN5s/TWWLrkspLGI/AAAAAAAABC8/8oVpg_HUlwo/s220/scryeye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281723136867795119.post-296268780275462195</id><published>2009-07-16T09:26:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T10:28:42.757-05:00</updated><title type='text'>this much is true</title><content type='html'>Leon was beginning to think Jonah was in control of everything. He'd left everyone for him. Deep inside Leon thought it was the right thing to do. Keeping Jonah away from anymore disasters with Anthony or Lux.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, it didn't help much to get the call from Anthony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What have you done?" Anthony wanted to know where he was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nothing. I needed to get away, that's all." Leon didn't feel the need to explain his where abouts at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anthony spoke of Cher and how she was away getting the help she needed for her handicap. Her eye sight might never come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What if you go to jail?" Anthony just assumed Leon had done the inevitable to Jonah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leon just smiled as he listened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll be fine. I promise." He wasn't so sure he could explain this to Anthony, possibly there was no real reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He knew things were over with he and Drex. Perhaps Jonah was the next best thing. He looked up at Jonah who had brought him a martini. He so wanted to unwrap him from the beach towel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The martini had such a bite to it, and Jonah looked as if he needed him more than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have to let you go. Don't worry about me. You worry about Lux, will you. Fuck her hard, why don't you." Leon hung up, smiling at Jonah as he took another sip of the martini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leon undid his towel. He was already hard and waiting. He put down his drink. Went over to Jonah by the French doors leading out to the deck. He could hear the ocean rushing in and out. He tugged at Jonah's towel, kissing him deeply as he touched Jonah's hard cock. They kissed so much. Leon loved Jonah's touch, his tits. Everything about him. Why hadn't he known it before? What was it that had kept them apart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They laid down on the bed together. Leon kissed his chest. Jonah kissed his, not letting a thing go unnoticed. He touched Leon's hard on with his mouth, then his tongue. Leon smiled as if it was just the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, it was happening. His chance to fuck Jonah. He kissed his back, his taunt buttocks. Naturally, he couldn't rush it as his fingers explored what was waiting for him. He knew Jonah was on fire. He couldn't imagine anyone more beautiful. And when his hard cock pressed inside Jonah, it felt like a dream come true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281723136867795119-296268780275462195?l=jonahnleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonahnleon.blogspot.com/feeds/296268780275462195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3281723136867795119&amp;postID=296268780275462195&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281723136867795119/posts/default/296268780275462195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281723136867795119/posts/default/296268780275462195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonahnleon.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-much-is-true.html' title='this much is true'/><author><name>Bex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GH06OX8rN5s/TWWLrkspLGI/AAAAAAAABC8/8oVpg_HUlwo/s220/scryeye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281723136867795119.post-4761730734269994715</id><published>2009-06-11T11:46:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T09:26:08.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'>in the heat of it</title><content type='html'>Sleep had set in. Jonah didn't want to move. He didn't need to eat. He had everything he wanted, and it was sleeping right next to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were still bits of sand on him. Leon too. Really, a shower was in order, but at the moment he took Leon's hand and clasped his fingers around his morning hard on. He reached for Leon's as well. He kissed Leon softly then and for a moment he really thought Leon was asleep, but he wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He smiled. His eyes still closed. Leon was funny in the morning, and he loved the chance to play with him, to turn him on. After they made out for sometime in the early morning lull, Jonah led the way to the shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't long until Leon had him soaped up, and they were very much enjoying the steam and the heat. It was then that Leon let Jonah have a go at him after Leon when down on him, giving him an rush to take Leon on there in the shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was exhilarating, leaving Jonah out of breath as his west skin slid against Leon's wet skin. He pushed inside him so slowly. He could sense Leon melt around him. Jonah felt himself laugh inside. Really, it was a splendid fuck on leaving him to want more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281723136867795119-4761730734269994715?l=jonahnleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonahnleon.blogspot.com/feeds/4761730734269994715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3281723136867795119&amp;postID=4761730734269994715&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281723136867795119/posts/default/4761730734269994715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281723136867795119/posts/default/4761730734269994715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonahnleon.blogspot.com/2009/06/in-heat-of-it.html' title='in the heat of it'/><author><name>Bex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GH06OX8rN5s/TWWLrkspLGI/AAAAAAAABC8/8oVpg_HUlwo/s220/scryeye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281723136867795119.post-7780259902754908417</id><published>2009-06-02T13:42:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T11:46:25.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'>at the beach</title><content type='html'>Leon felt so lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonah had driven so fast in his little sporty car that he felt they'd jetted to the beach at some high velocity. As it was they were at Martha's Vineyard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We can stay as long as we like," Jonah informed him as he took off his designer shades. He looked so dashing with his light hair wispy across his eyes. "No one uses this place but me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was by the sea and very cozy. It was just the two of them. No servants. No noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leon stepped out out of the car then and looked around eyeing the beach. There was a bit of chill and yet it was invigorating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonah showed him in to the three story place. On the second floor was a huge deck right off the bedroom. Really, it was a love nest of some sort. Perhaps not so modern, yet quaint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leon smiled. He felt the view breath-taking. If only he could call it his own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So would you like a swim?" Jonah looked at him as if he'd go if Leon wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Swimming?" He couldn't remember the last time he'd went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't worry, we could go skinny dipping if we like." Jonah told him. "Its a secluded area."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not sure I really want to freeze my arse off, you know." Leon gave him a sly grin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'd keep you warm," Jonah said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Promise?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Promise."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they shucked their clothes and made a run for the ocean. The cold was fierce, but Leon followed Jonah's lead and was caught up in the waves in seconds.With his teeth chattering, it was such an awful surprise, but Jonah grabbed him tight and kissed him so playfully as the waves kept coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, the little jaunt didn't last long. Quickly they ran back up the beach to the deck and back inside at warped speed. There bodies shaking, cocks so hard, Jonah wrapped himself and the comforter around Leon. Slowly they warmed up with each others kisses. Leon felt he was in another world now. Just his and Jonah's world. He tasted the salt of the sea on Jonah's chest. He couldn't resist to go further. His mouth found Jonah's hard cock, and he could tell Jonah was satisfied as he went down on him. Finally, Jonah began to unwind and yet his eyes squinted so when he came. It made Leon want him that much more. He was certain now his sex burned for Jonah as he his fingers prodded first to see if there was chance he could sense if Jonah wanted him to go on. Jonah let him in slowly. His cock ached for Jonah as he pressed in deep. Before he knew it, he was fiercely pushing so hard between his taunt buttocks. He bit down on Jonah's shoulder as he kept going. Finally, something felt so perfect. There was no going back now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281723136867795119-7780259902754908417?l=jonahnleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonahnleon.blogspot.com/feeds/7780259902754908417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3281723136867795119&amp;postID=7780259902754908417&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281723136867795119/posts/default/7780259902754908417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281723136867795119/posts/default/7780259902754908417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonahnleon.blogspot.com/2009/06/at-beach.html' title='at the beach'/><author><name>Bex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GH06OX8rN5s/TWWLrkspLGI/AAAAAAAABC8/8oVpg_HUlwo/s220/scryeye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281723136867795119.post-7379293109878473642</id><published>2009-05-20T16:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T13:42:17.488-05:00</updated><title type='text'>possibly</title><content type='html'>Jonah found Leon by the window looking out at the grim street below. He was still undressed basking in the sunshine of the morning. That had to be good sign, didn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonah reached for his shoulder, but Leon shrugged him away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know I despise you, don't you?" Leon wouldn't make eye contact with him, but Jonah knew he was still within his grasp. He didn't despise him completely, evidently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It doesn't have to be that way, and you know it," Jonah said as he wrapped his arms around him and nestled his chin on his shoulder. There bodies touched. There was no undenying it. It was positively electric.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leon shut his eyes tight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But I-" Leon shook his head, no. "I hate you. I used you. This just can't be." He winced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonah begged to differ as he breathed into Leon's ear. He felt him sway. They kissed then, and it was back where they started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We should go away, just the two of us," Jonah looked into Leon's eyes as he pushed his fingertips through Leon's short locks of auburn hair. "It would do us both some good. Lets go where no one knows us. No one has to know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonah shivered as Leon's cock touched him ever so delicately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're good at this, aren't you?' Leon sighed as if he'd need more convincing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonah gave him a quick grin and grabbed Leon's cock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maybe, but its different this time," Jonah told him. They Frenched then in the morning sunlight. It was as if the deal was sealed as he tugged harder at Leon's cock. He's show him he'd never leave him. He's show him he was the one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281723136867795119-7379293109878473642?l=jonahnleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonahnleon.blogspot.com/feeds/7379293109878473642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3281723136867795119&amp;postID=7379293109878473642&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281723136867795119/posts/default/7379293109878473642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281723136867795119/posts/default/7379293109878473642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonahnleon.blogspot.com/2009/05/possibly.html' title='possibly'/><author><name>Bex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GH06OX8rN5s/TWWLrkspLGI/AAAAAAAABC8/8oVpg_HUlwo/s220/scryeye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281723136867795119.post-3359597774811492212</id><published>2009-05-16T23:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T09:48:44.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mum mum mum mah</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I'm not lying I'm just stunnin' with my love-glue-gunning -lady gaga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do you go when you want to rip something apart or put it all back together again? Wander the rooftops?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They walked into the night not quite strangers, yet not friends. Hands in their pockets, remaining untouched by the others desire as they managed toward the cheaper side of town. Jonah found them a hotel room, out of the way. Leon followed as if he was passing through. This wasn't exactly where Leon thought he'd be spending his first night home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was the bed with the gold bed spread. Hardly, fit for a king. Especially, not Jonah's standards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I didn't know, all right." Jonah looked at him coldly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leon didn't know if he'd believe him tomorrow, but he was satisfied at the moment as he let Jonah undress him and kiss his neck and his chest. There was a yearning for Jonah's touch and Leon hated the fact that he needed him when possibly he should be at Cher's side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He shook the thought and just closed his eyes as Jonah took him in and as their skin met- there was the sensation of only wanting more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonah was pleased to see Leon's hard on. He kissed his chest, his stomach and finally went down on Leon as if it were part of his welcome home package. Leon hadn't expected it, but he let him self slip bit by bit into the sweet sensation and before he knew it Jonah was grinding in between his buttocks, pushing deep. Leon couldn't help but moan a little in satisfaction. When was the last time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts of Drex were still on his mind, but Jonah was nothing like his brother. Leon didn't want to think about that. Jonah held him for the longest time afterwards. Kissing him, caressing him. His fingers exploring him. Leon sensed his warmth surrounding him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leon felt more lost now than ever before, and yet there was Jonah with his arms wrapped around him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281723136867795119-3359597774811492212?l=jonahnleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonahnleon.blogspot.com/feeds/3359597774811492212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3281723136867795119&amp;postID=3359597774811492212&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281723136867795119/posts/default/3359597774811492212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281723136867795119/posts/default/3359597774811492212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonahnleon.blogspot.com/2009/05/mum-mum-mum-mah.html' title='Mum mum mum mah'/><author><name>Bex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GH06OX8rN5s/TWWLrkspLGI/AAAAAAAABC8/8oVpg_HUlwo/s220/scryeye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281723136867795119.post-2521096972435374150</id><published>2009-05-10T21:37:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T23:16:40.985-05:00</updated><title type='text'>on the way home</title><content type='html'>Leon was angry with himself. He just needed to be left alone, but as it was he wanted to hurt himself. He didn't deserve to go to sleep. He didn't deserve to shower and be clean. He was nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What had he done? Cher would never be herself again. She was blind now. It was all his fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was a scheming, contriving bastard ...that's what he was. To lead her astray like that and with Jonah. Leon disgusted himself now. He was hopeless. Unsure. What was he to do with himself now. It seemed everything he touched he ruined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He squinted hard as the tears came. Feeling himself crumble, he knew he had to get out of the flat. He needed fresh air. To be alone. To think. Yet he wanted no one see him. He wanted to be no one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He pushed his fingers back through his auburn hair and headed toward the elevator. Which was obviously a mistake. But he was alone when he got on. And when the elevator stopped on some one's floor, guess who got on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Jonah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leon looked at him as if he'd never seen him before. Didn't want to know him. They were strangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonah said nothing, either. His clenched jaw. They were nothing to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leon was sure he could spit bitterness right at him. It would be a matter of minutes, and they would go their separate ways. Untouched. Like two ships passing through the night. It was as if they would have never been there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the elevator stopped. Suddenly. A light flickered up above. It was dim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This never happens." Jonah said under his breath as he started to mash buttons. Leon didn't budge. He remained silent without expression. Completely still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why? Why haven't you taken any of my messages?" Jonah grabbed Leon by the collar of his jacket then and pushed him hard against the elevator wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leon hardly gave him an impish grin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bastard!" Leon flung Jonah away from him to the other corner. "I can't stand to even look at you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What?" Jonah looked hurt when he winced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You heard me, you pathetic little rich kid." Leon growled back getting into Jonah's face, shoving him against the wall. "I want to kill you." His arm tightened against Jonah's throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonah gave him a silly little grin as if he could take whatever Leon felt like giving. Even a choke hold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't believe you." Jonah sputtered back. "You missed me, and you know it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leon let go looking at him in disgust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You don't know, do you? You don't know what you've done to Cher." Leon shook his head. "I hate you! I hate you for what you did!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I did nothing to Cher." He told Leon. "I never touched her. She found the whole place fascinating. She loved it. It wasn't my fault that she wanted to stay." Jonah looked him in the eye. His hands grabbed the sides of Leon's face and pulled him in. He kissed Leon hard. It was irresistible and Leon hated himself more that he'd let Jonah in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281723136867795119-2521096972435374150?l=jonahnleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonahnleon.blogspot.com/feeds/2521096972435374150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3281723136867795119&amp;postID=2521096972435374150&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281723136867795119/posts/default/2521096972435374150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281723136867795119/posts/default/2521096972435374150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonahnleon.blogspot.com/2009/05/on-way-home.html' title='on the way home'/><author><name>Bex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GH06OX8rN5s/TWWLrkspLGI/AAAAAAAABC8/8oVpg_HUlwo/s220/scryeye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281723136867795119.post-8675469785376251397</id><published>2009-03-06T19:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T19:49:27.608-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Anthony luvs Johanna: a chance perhaps</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://anthonyluvsjohanna.blogspot.com/2009/03/chance-perhaps.html#links"&gt;Anthony luvs Johanna: a chance perhaps&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281723136867795119-8675469785376251397?l=jonahnleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://anthonyluvsjohanna.blogspot.com/2009/03/chance-perhaps.html#links' title='Anthony luvs Johanna: a chance perhaps'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonahnleon.blogspot.com/feeds/8675469785376251397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3281723136867795119&amp;postID=8675469785376251397&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281723136867795119/posts/default/8675469785376251397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281723136867795119/posts/default/8675469785376251397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonahnleon.blogspot.com/2009/03/anthony-luvs-johanna-chance-perhaps.html' title='Anthony luvs Johanna: a chance perhaps'/><author><name>Bex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GH06OX8rN5s/TWWLrkspLGI/AAAAAAAABC8/8oVpg_HUlwo/s220/scryeye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281723136867795119.post-8297496284187946158</id><published>2009-03-06T14:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T14:46:43.646-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Simon n' Josh: a thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://downatthedog.blogspot.com/2009/03/thought.html#comments"&gt;Simon n' Josh: a thought&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281723136867795119-8297496284187946158?l=jonahnleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://downatthedog.blogspot.com/2009/03/thought.html#comments' title='Simon n&apos; Josh: a thought'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonahnleon.blogspot.com/feeds/8297496284187946158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3281723136867795119&amp;postID=8297496284187946158&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281723136867795119/posts/default/8297496284187946158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281723136867795119/posts/default/8297496284187946158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonahnleon.blogspot.com/2009/03/simon-n-josh-thought.html' title='Simon n&apos; Josh: a thought'/><author><name>Bex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GH06OX8rN5s/TWWLrkspLGI/AAAAAAAABC8/8oVpg_HUlwo/s220/scryeye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281723136867795119.post-3623935925907198880</id><published>2009-03-06T14:36:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T14:44:25.052-06:00</updated><title type='text'>back where he belongs</title><content type='html'>Jonah couldn't get Leon out of his head. He wanted to. He tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It felt like an eternity since he'd seen him. Where had he gone? What was he trying to do? What would happen next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonah hadn't thought of talking to Drex. After all, he had his hands full these days with Johanna. Something had happened. He wasn't sure what, but Drex wouldn't speak to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here they lived in the very same flat and Drex wouldn't give him the time of day. Naturally, he deserved it. Jonah supposed. He hadn't actually been there for his brother. He'd been so busy finding treasures in the past to help their future for the most part. Of course, being with Lux was as much a partnership as anything. There had really been no love lost. He knew she didn't care for him. Had they been together just because it was expected?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there was poor little lost Cher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He couldn't remember what went wrong now. Maybe something like a present news story. Like the pop prince who almost did in the pop princes in his sport's car. Only Jonah had been in another life-time with Cher and she'd been scared and he didn't have time for that. No time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So maybe she was better off there for all he knew. It hadn't bothered him. Not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Leon who was on his mind. That face. So endearing and impish. He had changed Jonah. It was all his doing. And he knew now, he'd never be same. He wanted Leon back. Back with him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281723136867795119-3623935925907198880?l=jonahnleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonahnleon.blogspot.com/feeds/3623935925907198880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3281723136867795119&amp;postID=3623935925907198880&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281723136867795119/posts/default/3623935925907198880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281723136867795119/posts/default/3623935925907198880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonahnleon.blogspot.com/2009/03/back-where-he-belongs.html' title='back where he belongs'/><author><name>Bex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GH06OX8rN5s/TWWLrkspLGI/AAAAAAAABC8/8oVpg_HUlwo/s220/scryeye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281723136867795119.post-5531364581152828016</id><published>2009-01-24T03:46:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T21:38:36.455-06:00</updated><title type='text'>all was not lost</title><content type='html'>Leon sensed Drex's coldness. It was just he hadn't really expected to see him. It was so over now. He knew it from the moment he walked out of Jonah's room and Drex had seen him. What was there left to say. What was done was done...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How could you?" Drex squinted hard, catching his breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It had nothing to do with you," Leon promised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You have no scruples do you?" Drex's teeth gnashed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Possibly." Best to leave it at that. "But I did love you." Leon finally confessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I wanted to trust you," Drex shook his head, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No you didn't." Leon just smiled. "I'll see you when I get back. In passing no less." There wasn't much he could ask of him now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you even like my brother?" Drex wanted the cold hard truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Does it matter?" Leon hadn't thought of it. There was only one thing on his mind now. Getting Cher back. If he were to ever like himself again, that was the first thing he had to do. Make up for all his deviousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drex hugged him then. They kissed one last time. It was so unexpected as Leon backed away. It was time to go. Perhaps there was something to come back to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281723136867795119-5531364581152828016?l=jonahnleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonahnleon.blogspot.com/feeds/5531364581152828016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3281723136867795119&amp;postID=5531364581152828016&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281723136867795119/posts/default/5531364581152828016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281723136867795119/posts/default/5531364581152828016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonahnleon.blogspot.com/2009/01/all-was-not-lost.html' title='all was not lost'/><author><name>Bex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GH06OX8rN5s/TWWLrkspLGI/AAAAAAAABC8/8oVpg_HUlwo/s220/scryeye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281723136867795119.post-5485502657172806300</id><published>2009-01-10T01:20:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T01:20:00.762-06:00</updated><title type='text'>just a little bit</title><content type='html'>Drex could feel Johanna wanting him. But when he closed his eyes all he imagine was Leon with his brother. How could he? It enraged him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was just trying to get back at him. And with Jonah of all people. How could that be? It just wasn't possible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had to have drugged him to have his way with him. He couldn't think of any other way. His brother was so very hetro. He hated the word 'homo' even floating in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So what happened?" Drex went to his brother after Leon left. Drex looked at Jonah's raw body in his bed. It smelled of sex. There was no way he could deny it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just a little fun," Jonah squinted all tired and worn out. "Its no concern of yours."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drex wanted to gasp, but he didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, right, he's that buddy of yours, isn't he?" Jonah rose up on his elbows then and looked at Drex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why would you? You wouldn't-" Drex grimaced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Drex, don't be so high and mighty with me," Jonah scowled. "You took what was mine, already. You've made your bed, now wallow in it. You were just so sure I was vile creature of some kind with Johanna. You win her over, and now look at you. A sad little puppy. What am I missing? Your friend is free to do what he goddamn pleases."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drex supposed it was true. He just didn't know who he hated the most. Jonah or Leon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you even like him?" Drex's eyes watered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If I do, would it matter? You think I'm a viper only out to take whats mine, as it is." Jonah just grinned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have to know," Drex winced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well," Jonah bit his bottom lip. "If he came back, sure I'd do it again. He's good in bed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drex remained silent. He felt his heartbeat rise. He closed his eyes, remembering Leon. It felt so long ago now in their little world where they couldn't be touched. And now it was wide open for diseaster.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281723136867795119-5485502657172806300?l=jonahnleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonahnleon.blogspot.com/feeds/5485502657172806300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3281723136867795119&amp;postID=5485502657172806300&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281723136867795119/posts/default/5485502657172806300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281723136867795119/posts/default/5485502657172806300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonahnleon.blogspot.com/2009/01/just-little-bit.html' title='just a little bit'/><author><name>Bex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GH06OX8rN5s/TWWLrkspLGI/AAAAAAAABC8/8oVpg_HUlwo/s220/scryeye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281723136867795119.post-1428617311401609832</id><published>2009-01-06T07:54:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T08:07:21.384-06:00</updated><title type='text'>so be it</title><content type='html'>Just how far was Leon willing to go? After all, it was just sex. He wasn't really in love with Jonah. But who had taught him to torture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leon found the chest of orbs under Jonah's bed. He supposed that was a safe place for them. They'd spent some time talking about them. At least. Maybe that would help. Of course, Jonah would never answer why he didn't go back for Cher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She really didn't want me, you know," Jonah mentioned to him somewhere between a touch and a kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You do this to all the ones that can't stand you?" Leon just looked at him with contempt, but he supposed it was a little late for that after what they'd done as Leon got ready to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why would you want to go back there?" Jonah looked at him puzzled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Because I have to, if you won't." Leon suspected what ever happened next on Fleet street to him would be his own damn fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can't go back there," Jonah winced. "I just can't and neither should you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leon just nodded as he gathered the small chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Its dangerous!" Jonah told him. Leon just gave him a slight smile and backed away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He shut Jonah's bedroom door behind him. The last person he expected to see was Drex staring at him. Leon didn't smile, but went his way. It really wasn't his intentions to get back at Drex, but so be it. So be it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281723136867795119-1428617311401609832?l=jonahnleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonahnleon.blogspot.com/feeds/1428617311401609832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3281723136867795119&amp;postID=1428617311401609832&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281723136867795119/posts/default/1428617311401609832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281723136867795119/posts/default/1428617311401609832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonahnleon.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-be-it.html' title='so be it'/><author><name>Bex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GH06OX8rN5s/TWWLrkspLGI/AAAAAAAABC8/8oVpg_HUlwo/s220/scryeye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281723136867795119.post-4016128790252876102</id><published>2008-12-08T04:05:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T04:05:00.954-06:00</updated><title type='text'>undone</title><content type='html'>There was really nothing that unusual about Jonah's room. Leon went and turned on a lamp as he sat Jonah down on the bed. He wasn't sure what he was expecting. Some sort of clue. But he was actually a rather tidy creature which only frustrated Leon as he looked about. It was if he had hoped for a science invention or something, but evidently, this time travel thing didn't work quite like that from what he'd gathered from Anthony. Something about a bobble of energy. There was nothing like that around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We just can't let this go to waste," He pushed Jonah back on his pillow and started to remove his shoes. Then the task at hand started. Taking off his pants then his shirt. Leon was seeing to it, all coming undone and Jonah wasn't fighting him one step of the way which was kind of funny to Leon because he'd expected it. Perhaps a little apprehension, but there wasn't any. It was as if Jonah was waiting for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, then," Leon smiled as he sat him up and got behind Jonah. One hand went around Jonah's chest and the other across his shoulder. Leon breathed into his ear then. "Care to tell me where Cher might be?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonah sort of laughed and his cheek rubbed against Leon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Come on, you know you want to tell me," Leon teased Jonah's ear more as he cupped Jonah's chest then and toyed with his tit then as Jonah was perhaps more content than Leon thought possible. So he kissed Jonah's neck, sucked at his mid shoulder as if to taunt Jonah, who only remained breathy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leon moved back to his neck, kissing him more, noticing how Jonah just wanted more of his touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tell me," he whispered again in Jonah's ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He shivered away, shook his head, no. Leon's hands lowered as he investigated Jonah's body. He whispered into his other ear. "Why not? Where did she go?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leon sucked at the side of Jonah's neck as his fingers teased him along Jonah's firm abdomen. His fingers pried lower, and he could sense he practically had Jonah where he wanted him. Almost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can't," Jonah just squinted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes you can," Leon whispered touching Jonah's hard cock then with his finger tip. Little by little Jonah was giving in. Only Leon wasn't giving Jonah everything he wanted. Not completely. "You know you want to," Leon told him as Leon kissed the sides of his face. Finally he edged around him and Frenched him as if he could at least ease a bit of the pain he'd inflicted. Leon just smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What do you want to know?" Jonah finally looked Leon in the face then. He put his fingers around Leon's face and pulled him closer. He Frenched him so quaintly then as if knew exactly how it should be between the two of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just where do you keep them and how do I use them?" Leon wanted to know everything, and he'd have the information he needed. Leon held on to Jonah's cock. He knew how to make Jonah desperate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281723136867795119-4016128790252876102?l=jonahnleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonahnleon.blogspot.com/feeds/4016128790252876102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3281723136867795119&amp;postID=4016128790252876102&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281723136867795119/posts/default/4016128790252876102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281723136867795119/posts/default/4016128790252876102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonahnleon.blogspot.com/2008/12/undone.html' title='undone'/><author><name>Bex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GH06OX8rN5s/TWWLrkspLGI/AAAAAAAABC8/8oVpg_HUlwo/s220/scryeye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281723136867795119.post-8584634301998153937</id><published>2008-12-05T03:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T03:51:01.100-06:00</updated><title type='text'>out of the ordinary</title><content type='html'>Leon watched Jonah and waited. It would take everything he had in him to get him back up to Jonah's room. But he really did need to see it. He wanted to know what was in his room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, Jonah said, "Wooo.." He blinked with a smile. "What the fuck is happening?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leon couldn't resist a smile. "Its exhilarating, isn't it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonah got up and almost fell in the floor but Leon caught him. Jonah's cheek grazed his. It took Jonah by surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What did you do to me?" Jonah murmured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What do you mean?" Leon was having a laugh now. "Are you saying what I think you mean," Leon gave him a gentle slap in the face then. It didn't seem to phase Jonah a bit. He slapped him harder and then gave Jonah a deep kiss. "Come on, let me take you home." Leon could barely get out before Jonah was kissing him. It almost took Leon's breath away as they staggered toward the elevator together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leon pushed the button open. And they got in. Just the two of them. The door closed and the floor jerked up. "This is going to be fun." Jonah had a silly grin on his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good." Leon caught himself from laughing as Jonah breathed into his ear. Leon watched the buttons of the floors light up as Jonah ruffled Leon's hair up, making him look more of a rooster doo of some kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leon just looked on then as if he had a job to do and didn't really care how Jonah put his finger in his mouth then in Leon's ear. Finally they managed off the elevator and to Jonah's apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, there was the threat of having to face Drex and Johanna, but it was dark inside once they got in and Leon knew exactly where to go to find Jonah's room. It was locked. He could only wish Cher was in there, but he had his doubts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281723136867795119-8584634301998153937?l=jonahnleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonahnleon.blogspot.com/feeds/8584634301998153937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3281723136867795119&amp;postID=8584634301998153937&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281723136867795119/posts/default/8584634301998153937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281723136867795119/posts/default/8584634301998153937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonahnleon.blogspot.com/2008/12/out-of-ordinary.html' title='out of the ordinary'/><author><name>Bex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GH06OX8rN5s/TWWLrkspLGI/AAAAAAAABC8/8oVpg_HUlwo/s220/scryeye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281723136867795119.post-3953235611050314288</id><published>2008-12-03T15:40:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T14:35:58.778-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Scotch &amp; soda ..a jigger of gin</title><content type='html'>Leon tried his best to be most pleasing and hoped he had the plan locked into place as he laced the poppers in Jonah's drink. He'd do his damnedest to have his way with him, one way or another. He was so going to try to enjoy himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So how goes it these days? I haven't seen you around much. Must be in graduate school by now," Leon made small talk as he watched Jonah drink his Scotch and soda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've been to hell and back," Jonah just said. Leon was afraid to ask him what that meant. He so wanted to ask about Cher, but he wasn't sure how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Any changes? You and Lux have a parting of the ways?" Leon wondered aloud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nonsense, just a break, you know how it is?" Jonah nonchalantly replied sitting there on his perch at the bar. "Haven't seen you with Drex, lately. Guess he's tight with Johanna now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes," Leon did his best to fake a smile but inside he thought he might fall a part if they stayed on about Johanna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pity, you brought the boy out in Drex, now didn't? All those video games," Jonah sighed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, that's what it was," Leon caught his smile as he sipped his gin. He bit his bottom lip then, thinking of all the ways he'd been with Drex. It hadn't been entirely his doing. If he thought about him long enough, he could taste him on his tongue. Leon supposed he'd have to wait for the drug to take effect. He just hoped it was soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281723136867795119-3953235611050314288?l=jonahnleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonahnleon.blogspot.com/feeds/3953235611050314288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3281723136867795119&amp;postID=3953235611050314288&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281723136867795119/posts/default/3953235611050314288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281723136867795119/posts/default/3953235611050314288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonahnleon.blogspot.com/2008/12/scotch-soda-jigger-of-gin.html' title='Scotch &amp; soda ..a jigger of gin'/><author><name>Bex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GH06OX8rN5s/TWWLrkspLGI/AAAAAAAABC8/8oVpg_HUlwo/s220/scryeye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281723136867795119.post-4395649478214324129</id><published>2008-12-02T01:42:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T15:40:26.240-06:00</updated><title type='text'>drinks</title><content type='html'>Leon did his best to make himself available at the bar. He was on the watch out. Hopefully, nothing would get in the way. Just a few couples dancing to jazz from the piano bar. He felt a little nervous. All the waiting. He looked around for Drex and Johanna, but they weren't there. Probably at home in bed which left Leon a little bit of a grimace to nurse as he drank up on the Scotch. He wanted it to keep coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He turned finally and there was Jonah. Alone. Leon put on his even lipped stare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How long has it been?" Leon started. "Didn't we used to have drinks here, way back-" Leon shrugged as if it must have been someone else he was thinking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, it was me," Jonah assured him with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leon just nodded as if this was a secret club. No invites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can I buy you a drink?" Leon hoped he got him drunk. A good sloth would do him good. Leon needed some answers, and he'd do whatever it took to get them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why not?" His smile was soft. Leon thought of Drex. He tried his best to ignore it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281723136867795119-4395649478214324129?l=jonahnleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonahnleon.blogspot.com/feeds/4395649478214324129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3281723136867795119&amp;postID=4395649478214324129&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281723136867795119/posts/default/4395649478214324129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281723136867795119/posts/default/4395649478214324129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonahnleon.blogspot.com/2008/12/drinks.html' title='drinks'/><author><name>Bex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GH06OX8rN5s/TWWLrkspLGI/AAAAAAAABC8/8oVpg_HUlwo/s220/scryeye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281723136867795119.post-773773404878973627</id><published>2008-11-29T23:29:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T23:42:23.994-06:00</updated><title type='text'>on the brink</title><content type='html'>Leon thought about what Anthony had said about the time travel with Jonah. What was he proposing him to do? Seduce Jonah? The thought of ending up in a different time was rather terrifying to him. He could see him getting the guillotine at the rate he was going lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurt to that he'd heard nothing from Drex. Absolutely nothing. He hadn't expected that. Perhaps a phone call. A fight. Yeah. Something. Anything. He tried to make it go away, but it was still there in the back of his mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loved Drex. Everything was on the brink of changing. Now it had stopped. And somehow he had to get in the good graces of Jonah. He just didn't know how. How could he make it work? Should he try to make it work. What would Drex think? Maybe it would make him think? Or the fact he'd just hurt Drex more. He was really leaning toward the hurt part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leon rubbed his index finger on his lower lip then. Cher. Suddenly he sat startled. Where was she? Where had he sent her too. Some other place, all alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why hadn't he cared about her sooner? She'd missed Thanksgiving. Would she miss Christmas, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leon was going down to the Ballroom to have a drink. He hoped he'd have some luck tonight and find Jonah there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281723136867795119-773773404878973627?l=jonahnleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonahnleon.blogspot.com/feeds/773773404878973627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3281723136867795119&amp;postID=773773404878973627&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281723136867795119/posts/default/773773404878973627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281723136867795119/posts/default/773773404878973627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonahnleon.blogspot.com/2008/11/on-brink.html' title='on the brink'/><author><name>Bex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GH06OX8rN5s/TWWLrkspLGI/AAAAAAAABC8/8oVpg_HUlwo/s220/scryeye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281723136867795119.post-6536046535873260464</id><published>2008-11-18T15:45:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T15:55:33.250-06:00</updated><title type='text'>forget about it</title><content type='html'>Leon had decided he'd have to cheer Tony up. He'd stopped with all the formal stuff. He'd just be Tony from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Forget ever being  Anthony," Leon told him. "You'll see, less we talk about Anthony and Johanna, the better you'll be."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You think, huh," Anthony just gave him a look out of the corner of his eye. Here he was back sharing a room with Leon just like old times. "What do you have in mind? Trying to gay me up? Is that what you think?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't sound so discouraging, Tone." Leon had had enough. They needed to go out. Go to the clubs, find some action. "One good shag should do it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I suppose for you, not for me." Anthony was dead serious. "Don't suppose you've seen Mr. Hart around with anyone on his arm."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Drex?" Leon wished he hadn't even said his name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, Jonah." Anthony was straight lipped. "Have you seen him or Cher?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No." Leon shook his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think he's taken her off somewhere," Anthony said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What? Like a getaway?" Leon hadn't thought of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maybe even another time." Finally Anthony told him everything he knew about Jonah Hart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281723136867795119-6536046535873260464?l=jonahnleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonahnleon.blogspot.com/feeds/6536046535873260464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3281723136867795119&amp;postID=6536046535873260464&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281723136867795119/posts/default/6536046535873260464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281723136867795119/posts/default/6536046535873260464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonahnleon.blogspot.com/2008/11/forget-about-it.html' title='forget about it'/><author><name>Bex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GH06OX8rN5s/TWWLrkspLGI/AAAAAAAABC8/8oVpg_HUlwo/s220/scryeye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281723136867795119.post-3755031786427157634</id><published>2008-11-13T02:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T02:41:01.032-06:00</updated><title type='text'>telling the truth</title><content type='html'>Leon knew he'd find Anthony at work. One thing he knew, Anthony was someone you could count on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now, don't you look smashing," Leon grinned. Although, it was a tad difficult, but there was no need to let Anthony know who was really on his mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Anthony was grand in his tweed, vest and pin striped shirt with the black bow tie and the skinny black trousers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They have me in girl pants," Anthony whispered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, you fill them out nicely, don't you." Leon kept smiling. "So why aren't you home?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Because Johanna doesn't want me there," Anthony winced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She's not even there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't go thinking it all your fault, Tone," Leon squinted back as he waited for a few who wanted to try the expensive perfume that Anthony was spraying. "Johanna's the one who slept with Drex, don't you know?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She did what?" Anthony grimaced in pain as he was about to unravel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry, mate, but its true," Leon promised. "You did nothing wrong. Please, come home."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anthony stood cringing as if he couldn't think of it even in his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We'll be there for you, Lux and me. Promise." Leon gave him a pat on the back. When he looked at the pain Anthony was in. Leon wasn't even sure if he really wanted Drex, anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281723136867795119-3755031786427157634?l=jonahnleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonahnleon.blogspot.com/feeds/3755031786427157634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3281723136867795119&amp;postID=3755031786427157634&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281723136867795119/posts/default/3755031786427157634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281723136867795119/posts/default/3755031786427157634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonahnleon.blogspot.com/2008/11/telling-truth.html' title='telling the truth'/><author><name>Bex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GH06OX8rN5s/TWWLrkspLGI/AAAAAAAABC8/8oVpg_HUlwo/s220/scryeye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281723136867795119.post-6458926063045491047</id><published>2008-11-10T05:03:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T05:03:00.712-06:00</updated><title type='text'>a little help now</title><content type='html'>It was a shock to Leon to see Lux at his door. She was in tears, but it wasn't what he thought it would be about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What is it? Did you hear from Cher?" Leon was ready to console her, perhaps. Lux shook her head, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then, Jonah, did you have words with him?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She shook her head, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can't find Anthony," Lux sniffed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Anthony?" What did he have to do with this, really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Johanna comes waltzing in here going on and on about how unfaithful he is to her and..and she made him leave! All because she saw him in my room."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He left?" Leon was stumped. "Just like that?" He raked his fingers through his auburn hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Not one cross word from him. Its like he's given up on everything. I finally get him on his cell and he tells me, he's all right. He doesn't want me to-" She sighed in a grimace which ended into tears. "Could you find him for me? Talk some sense into him. Tell him he has to come back. There is no sense in this. I told Johanna to leave. I never want to see her face again! How could she be so cruel?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where did she go?" Leon looked into Lux's intense e,yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She's with Drex, of course. He was with her last night. Didn't you know?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maybe." Leon caught his breath. He hated the thought of knowing Johanna was now in Drex's room. Where else would she be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"One more thing," Lux almost smiled. "Anthony is amazing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What?" Leon winced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It wasn't sex, but yeah, he's got the touch. It was just a back rub, I know, only it was more than that." She bit her bottom lip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you telling me you had an orgasm?" Leon almost cracked a laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It was so awesome, but then Johanna had to show up and you know, how that ended. You have to find Anthony." She ordered then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And tell him what, he's got magic fingers?" Leon smirked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't tell him that!" Lux winced. "Just tell him..that we'll get through this Johanna thing some how, we just will. Together."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leon just sighed. "All right, I'll see what I can do."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281723136867795119-6458926063045491047?l=jonahnleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonahnleon.blogspot.com/feeds/6458926063045491047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3281723136867795119&amp;postID=6458926063045491047&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281723136867795119/posts/default/6458926063045491047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281723136867795119/posts/default/6458926063045491047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonahnleon.blogspot.com/2008/11/little-help-now.html' title='a little help now'/><author><name>Bex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GH06OX8rN5s/TWWLrkspLGI/AAAAAAAABC8/8oVpg_HUlwo/s220/scryeye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281723136867795119.post-3476019785799801947</id><published>2008-11-08T01:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T01:47:00.499-06:00</updated><title type='text'>blue bells ringing</title><content type='html'>Drex had hoped they could stay until morning, but it didn't end that way. It was in the wee hours of the morning and Johanna was nestled next to him. It was warm and cozy and Drex was in the best dream ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had their own place. It was on the beach and waves lapped up to the sand. And there were horses and it was sunny as they raced the horses up the beach. It was just the way he always hoped it would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But suddenly he heard Johanna let out a deep breath and she sat up quickly covering her bare self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have to go." She said it as if now was the time, not a minute later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But this is us," Drex touched her arm and slid his fingers down her wrist and kissed her hand ever so carefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, I dunno," she shook her head. "I have to tell him," her voice cracked. Johanna swallowed back tears. "And I don't know how. How do I tell him what I've done." She sniffed. "He came all this way, for me, and..and look what I've done!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't say that." He couldn't stand to think it would pain her this much. "Its not like that." Drex gritted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It is," Johanna got up then, and started to dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't leave me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I won't."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then we'll do it together, " Drex said. "At least let me be there with you." She was dressing quickly. He hurried to find his clothes and dress too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She shook her head, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Johanna, listen to me." Drex said. "Anthony's a reasonable person. We'll tell them. We will. Together." But she wasn't waiting. Drex had to chase after her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281723136867795119-3476019785799801947?l=jonahnleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonahnleon.blogspot.com/feeds/3476019785799801947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3281723136867795119&amp;postID=3476019785799801947&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281723136867795119/posts/default/3476019785799801947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281723136867795119/posts/default/3476019785799801947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonahnleon.blogspot.com/2008/11/blue-bells-ringing.html' title='blue bells ringing'/><author><name>Bex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GH06OX8rN5s/TWWLrkspLGI/AAAAAAAABC8/8oVpg_HUlwo/s220/scryeye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281723136867795119.post-6536482386370375820</id><published>2008-11-07T01:05:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T01:05:01.334-06:00</updated><title type='text'>not so suddenly</title><content type='html'>Leon should have known the place, the art building would be locked up. Where would they have gone? Drex had to be with Johanna. But he couldn't think of him taking her to a motel room or such. He was quaint like that. He'd choose a hideaway some kind. Leon probably knew him better than anyone else. After all, he was his lover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had to be in there. Had to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leon went around the building to look for fire escapes then. A window. Some possibility. He would find them. It pulsated through him that he had to find Drex before it was too late even if second by second it was too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leon pulled himself up to the ladder on the fire escape then at the back side of the building and pushed his way up wishing for some outlet to let him in without setting off an alarm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if he did get in, and he did find them. Two things that seemed highly unlikely by the second...just what would he do? What would he say? Would rage over come him and he'd go completely psycho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, he couldn't do that. Leon made it to the landing, He sank to his feet then and sat down. It came to him that he really did love Drex. Now if he could think of a way to win him back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281723136867795119-6536482386370375820?l=jonahnleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonahnleon.blogspot.com/feeds/6536482386370375820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3281723136867795119&amp;postID=6536482386370375820&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281723136867795119/posts/default/6536482386370375820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281723136867795119/posts/default/6536482386370375820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonahnleon.blogspot.com/2008/11/not-so-suddenly.html' title='not so suddenly'/><author><name>Bex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GH06OX8rN5s/TWWLrkspLGI/AAAAAAAABC8/8oVpg_HUlwo/s220/scryeye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281723136867795119.post-6939807675167822275</id><published>2008-11-06T01:54:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T01:54:00.848-06:00</updated><title type='text'>no more waiting</title><content type='html'>Being with Johanna was like a new found freedom to Drex. It didn't seem possible, somehow. Yet not so unusual as he pushed his fingers through her pale hair. She was like an angel and he was with her, and it brought back the memory of the first time he saw her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had wanted her to be his, yet he knew she wasn't any-body's, least of all his brother's. And as time had wore on and he'd feared the worst for her, it grew into more of a brotherly matter because how could she want to be with the likes of him with a brother like Jonah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drex had chosen friendship if it couldn't be anything else. And now it felt like a chance on a teenage romance when he looked down into her face. He didn't even want to think about Leon now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had they just used each other? Was he anymore to blame than Leon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I love you, " Drex told Johanna. "I always have."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I really didn't want to think it possible," she shook her head, "but I can't stop thinking about you. You were best thing this world gave me, and-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn't want her say another word. Drex kissed her there in the little make shift studio at the top of the stairwell. They sat down then on the folded out futon and began to undress. They touched for the longest time until no more waiting was possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why had they waited so long?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drex was sure he would be so clumsy at this. After all, thoughts of Leon crepy in, but not for long. And she made him laugh, knowing he wanted her more. Her skin was soft and inviting, and he couldn't help but want to kiss all of her as his hand came down her waist, between her legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only it was enough to finger her and be content with just the touching, except it wasn't. There bodies moved together and it felt so right. Not like anything else Drex quite remembered. It really felt like love, this time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281723136867795119-6939807675167822275?l=jonahnleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonahnleon.blogspot.com/feeds/6939807675167822275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3281723136867795119&amp;postID=6939807675167822275&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281723136867795119/posts/default/6939807675167822275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281723136867795119/posts/default/6939807675167822275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonahnleon.blogspot.com/2008/11/no-more-waiting.html' title='no more waiting'/><author><name>Bex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GH06OX8rN5s/TWWLrkspLGI/AAAAAAAABC8/8oVpg_HUlwo/s220/scryeye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281723136867795119.post-7995110587380834329</id><published>2008-11-05T13:33:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T13:40:58.816-06:00</updated><title type='text'>crossing the x's</title><content type='html'>Leon dialed Drex's cell numerous of times. Each time, he would only get his voice mail. This was starting to tear Leon apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could this be? Everything was going so right? What had gone wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A part of him wanted to blame this all on Johanna. If Drex hadn't had to be with her over her little job attempt, all would be well in the world, wouldn't it? She was to blame as far as he was concerned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lux would still be with Jonah yet still having feelings for Cher while Cher would be still unrequited to Lux. It was just all be so boring, wouldn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, he kept calculating through his head, just how it could have turned out. What if he'd been more open with Drex about everything. Their relationship. Was that what this was? Drex didn't believe he was there for him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leon felt a rush of excitement to go down to the art department and find him. Find him now before it was too, late. It wouldn't be too late, would it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281723136867795119-7995110587380834329?l=jonahnleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonahnleon.blogspot.com/feeds/7995110587380834329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3281723136867795119&amp;postID=7995110587380834329&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281723136867795119/posts/default/7995110587380834329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281723136867795119/posts/default/7995110587380834329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonahnleon.blogspot.com/2008/11/crossing-xs.html' title='crossing the x&apos;s'/><author><name>Bex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GH06OX8rN5s/TWWLrkspLGI/AAAAAAAABC8/8oVpg_HUlwo/s220/scryeye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281723136867795119.post-6360891779286119549</id><published>2008-11-03T00:54:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T13:43:05.819-06:00</updated><title type='text'>hate me today</title><content type='html'>Leon was frustrated now. It was going along better than he imagined. Evidently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He couldn't believe it. Maybe he just had too much time on his hands. All he wanted was to see Drex, but he was still with Johanna. What were they doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What is wrong with you?" Anthony found him laying on the couch in the livingroom almost in tears. "What did you do this time?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why do you always think its my fault?" Leon snapped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Because, you are never satisfied."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leon just gritted his teeth. Anthony was right. He could read him like a book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So how was your day?" Leon still had his arms crossed and wish not to think about the whole Cher, Jonah and Lux triangle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Frightening." Anthony made a small round frown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How so, all you do is spray perfume on people." Leon snarled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Old women really pinch hard and you have to be like a doll almost to little children tugging at you. Maybe I'm not fit for anything in this world and I should just crawl back where I came from. And I would too, if..if Johanna didn't like it here so much."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She does, doesn't she." Leon snapped. "I'm sure she's lov'n how lovely they all make her feel when she's on display fully undressed, like that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Display?" Anthony looked at him as if he didn't understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She hasn't told you, has she?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No." Now Anthony looked mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oops, am I bad?" Leon knew very well that he was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Johanna is always Johanna." Anthony sighed. "Yes, you are rotten to the core, what have you done?" Anthony plopped himself in the chair next to Leon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, I don't know why I felt the need to do what I did," Leon sighed. "I swear I'm autopilot, some of the time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What are you driving at?" Anthony still looked very much discontent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As you should know, you shouldn't be so worried about Drex, all right."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How so?" Anthony pressed his lips together and dug somebody's phone number out of his pocket. He crumpled it then and tossed across the room into the silver trash can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He isn't into her." Leon's eyes lit. "He's into me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You are so full of shit," Anthony cracked a laugh. "You can be completely, unbelievable, mate."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Its true. And I feel the same," Leon spurted out the phrase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fine," Anthony sighed. "Stop faking the rest then, will you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm trying," Leon squinted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, go on, what did you do?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I had to get Cher off my back. Off Drex's back. I chose Jonah for her." Leon nodded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How can you do something like that, you don't chose for someone else."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, I did, it was a bit of coaching and coaxing and what not. Almost had to get in bed with her myself to get it done, but he took the bait. He so did, Anthony. So now we know what sort of snake in the grass he really is."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If its all going so splendid, why so sore so suddenly?" Anthony winced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lux, is devastated, but its not what you think," Leon looked at Anthony then. "She's more into Cher than she is Jonah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So now what?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I thought I knew what to do, but I'm not so sure now," Leon shook his head. "I'm not so sure of anything."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281723136867795119-6360891779286119549?l=jonahnleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonahnleon.blogspot.com/feeds/6360891779286119549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3281723136867795119&amp;postID=6360891779286119549&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281723136867795119/posts/default/6360891779286119549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281723136867795119/posts/default/6360891779286119549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonahnleon.blogspot.com/2008/11/hate-me-today.html' title='hate me today'/><author><name>Bex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GH06OX8rN5s/TWWLrkspLGI/AAAAAAAABC8/8oVpg_HUlwo/s220/scryeye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281723136867795119.post-1538829346095411691</id><published>2008-11-02T13:26:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T22:13:09.456-06:00</updated><title type='text'>on the brightside</title><content type='html'>It was only a kiss. That's all it was. It didn't mean a thing. Drex kept telling himself as he tried not to provoke another from Johanna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He should have known. But this was Johanna. And she just wasn't herself. And he knew it was all his fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I should have never told you about the job at the art department," Drex wanted to say, but he didn't. This was Johanna. He put his arm around her knowing she need him to be there for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He kissed her back which even amazed himself more. It was a thrill. Now a chill. This was madening. Just a horrible thing, wasn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, they kissed some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He just wasn't sure why. Why? Now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He detested Cher. It was true. And he loved being with Leon, but that was just it... Being there and then wondering if in truth if any of it really meant anything to Leon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, there was a part of him that was angry with Leon. But he never intended to get back at him. It was never on his mind. It was just one of those wait and see sort of things. But then he'd overheard Cher talking to Lux. She never came out and said it exactly, but there was something going on with her and Leon. And then to hear Lux say he was just a one night stand. &lt;em&gt;Beware of the one night stand.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drex hadn't wanted it to get to him. And things were so fast with Leon. Like a whole new world, but then to think what truth was really in it. Was he just supposed to take it with a grain of salt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could he ruin everything with just one touch?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281723136867795119-1538829346095411691?l=jonahnleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonahnleon.blogspot.com/feeds/1538829346095411691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3281723136867795119&amp;postID=1538829346095411691&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281723136867795119/posts/default/1538829346095411691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281723136867795119/posts/default/1538829346095411691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonahnleon.blogspot.com/2008/11/on-brightside.html' title='on the brightside'/><author><name>Bex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GH06OX8rN5s/TWWLrkspLGI/AAAAAAAABC8/8oVpg_HUlwo/s220/scryeye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281723136867795119.post-268595155216704860</id><published>2008-11-02T04:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T04:34:00.794-06:00</updated><title type='text'>taking the plunge</title><content type='html'>He'd caught Lux off guard. She really was hoping to come home and take a bubble bath he supposed. He wanted to tell her she was tired, but he didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have a favor," Leon insisted actually. "Could you be my cupid, sort of, well, OK, lets call it a distraction, perhaps. I need you like in five down at the ballroom. It would just be a dance or two. I'd buy you a drink, dinner if you like."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, I don't know, Leon." Lux winced as if he were asking to take the most of her day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Please," Leon had to get her down there. "Besides, I heard Cher say she was meeting someone there, just now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Really?" That perked her interest. She put her black high heeled pumps back on. "Someone other than Drex."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, definitely not Drex because he's off with Johanna, some art thing. She told me so." He nodded and couldn't be more pleased that she was ready to take a ride down in the elevator with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then we should take a peak," Lux smiled. Leon just beamed. He'd make out with himself if he could, but since he couldn't. Oh, he'd just have to imagine it. All right, that wasn't all that much fun, but he could think plenty what he might do to Drex if he ever got him in an elevator.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281723136867795119-268595155216704860?l=jonahnleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonahnleon.blogspot.com/feeds/268595155216704860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3281723136867795119&amp;postID=268595155216704860&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281723136867795119/posts/default/268595155216704860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281723136867795119/posts/default/268595155216704860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonahnleon.blogspot.com/2008/11/taking-plunge.html' title='taking the plunge'/><author><name>Bex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GH06OX8rN5s/TWWLrkspLGI/AAAAAAAABC8/8oVpg_HUlwo/s220/scryeye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281723136867795119.post-6408826228397486353</id><published>2008-10-31T13:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T14:17:55.989-05:00</updated><title type='text'>setting it up</title><content type='html'>Leon had a sense that perhaps he was the puppet master. Of course, he could interpret that on a several levels actually, but he would not go there as he punched in Jonah's cell number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tell him, you need him, now. Say its about Lux." Leon prompted with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He heard Jonah's voice then and he handed her over the cell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cher winced slightly,  then managed to say as Leon had instructed. She looked paralyzed for a moment. Finally she gave the phone back to Leon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tell me what's in it for me, again?" Her face was tense as if she was afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why, Lux, of course," Leon taunted a laugh. "Who knows you might really enjoy this." He smirked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wasn't smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look, its not that you have to really do anything. Just the idea that maybe it could be. And its all the more fascinating if you've got Lux, um seeing you together."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But how do I do that?" Cher was still lost in Leon's little scheme of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's why I'm hear to help, I'll somehow get Lux down to the ballroom where you two meet up for a drink or something. She'll know. Believe me, she'll know." Leon kept smiling slyly, hoping not to look greedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're totally there with me, aren't you?" He kissed her again very slowly. He could see she liked being cozy here with him, not flaunting her stuff at Jonah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm the worst actress in the world." She told him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, lets have a drink of Scotch," he poured her a drink then. While she drank he got out a strapless black cocktail dress for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Go naked as possible," he coached. "You'll be more used to having everything off, just in case."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She remained even lipped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What?" He looked hurt that she didn't trust him. "It'll be fifteen minutes of your time, tops. And if it doesn't go as planned, I'm here for you. I will. Without a doubt." Only he wasn't planning on it. He knew if Jonah saw a little bit of  a prize...snap. It was his. And his alone. Now Leon just had to work on Lux. Would she remember him, at all?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281723136867795119-6408826228397486353?l=jonahnleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonahnleon.blogspot.com/feeds/6408826228397486353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3281723136867795119&amp;postID=6408826228397486353&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281723136867795119/posts/default/6408826228397486353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281723136867795119/posts/default/6408826228397486353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonahnleon.blogspot.com/2008/10/setting-it-up.html' title='setting it up'/><author><name>Bex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GH06OX8rN5s/TWWLrkspLGI/AAAAAAAABC8/8oVpg_HUlwo/s220/scryeye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281723136867795119.post-6384780853880698906</id><published>2008-10-30T04:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T13:59:30.349-05:00</updated><title type='text'>natural instincts</title><content type='html'>Leon listened intently about Cher's little drunk moment with Lux. It had really been a moment in time for Cher. Perhaps a turning point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But I like boys, I do." She hugged herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, of course, I know you do," Leon grinned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She can't talk about it, I guess." Cher looked a bit disgusted with herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maybe, you have to remind her," Leon shrugged as if he couldn't help but be bit bad about this. Perhaps it was his nature to enforce such plotting. "I'm sure it'll to come to her quite natural."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Natural?" Cher squinted not sure what Leon was getting at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Like beauty." Leon tried his best to keep an impish grin from giving way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I dunno," Cher looked completely sad at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry," Leon Frenched her out of sympathy. Really, she was suffering here and what was he to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He knew then she'd longed for him. There was no need to really undress when he fingered her just as well in the dress she wore. Really it was all quite simple in how to satisfy her. And deep down, it pleased him a bit that he could at least help ease her plight. Sort of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So, you'll do it, won't you?" Leon asked afterwards when she was still, perhaps wanting the next phase which had more to do if there clothes were off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do what?" She sighed with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Make your move on Jonah," Leon gritted a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But why?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do it while you're &lt;em&gt;hawt&lt;/em&gt;, make him want you, you want to, don't you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I guess," she rose up on her elbows and looked at Leon. "But do I really need too?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes," he whispered in her ear, and she shivered then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281723136867795119-6384780853880698906?l=jonahnleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonahnleon.blogspot.com/feeds/6384780853880698906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3281723136867795119&amp;postID=6384780853880698906&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281723136867795119/posts/default/6384780853880698906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281723136867795119/posts/default/6384780853880698906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonahnleon.blogspot.com/2008/10/natural-instincts.html' title='natural instincts'/><author><name>Bex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GH06OX8rN5s/TWWLrkspLGI/AAAAAAAABC8/8oVpg_HUlwo/s220/scryeye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281723136867795119.post-5255780276752830752</id><published>2008-10-28T11:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T11:43:36.508-05:00</updated><title type='text'>prey tell</title><content type='html'>Leon was sure he spoke too soon about the Cher thing, although, Drex didn't know it had anything to really do with Cher nor his brother Jonah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did things take so long? Leon pondered in his room. Alone. As it was Drex seemed to be preoccupied with Johanna as of late and her new job at the art department.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You should let Anthony see to her," Leon had told Drex over his cell when he found out Drex couldn't make it to meet him for a show that Leon had hoped they'd both get lost in. He just wanted to dance in the dark with him and get lost in the crowd. No big deal. It wasn't that he was jealous of Johanna, but she really did feel the need to pry in to their love life at the moment, and Leon didn't like that at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He'd intended to talk to Anthony about this, but he wasn't at home, and as it was Cher just played around on her laptop in the livingroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Does Jonah even know you exist?" Leon asked, doing his best to pull her away from the video game and taking her straight to her room. "Lets see what you got?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What?" She was all smiles, looking at him as if she was undressing him right now. "You've changed your mind?" Cher put her arms around him and looked at him dreamily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No," Leon sighed taking her arms from around his neck. "I think you should do it with Jonah. You're still up for it, aren't you? Perhaps expose  him for what he really is."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Its just-" She winced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Come on, think of it as a performance of some kind." Leon coaxed, going to her closet pulling out anything that might look some what breath taking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I dunno, remind me why I'm doing this?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Revenge, maybe. Or just to get Lux's attention." Leon shrugged. "I mean, she does know something is &lt;em&gt;there &lt;/em&gt;between the two of you, doesn't she?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Possibly." Cher looked at him slightly indifferent now without a smile. "Maybe she just thinks of it as a mistake now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, do tell." Leon smiled. He sat on her bed then waiting for a treat. Hopefully, &lt;em&gt;hawt&lt;/em&gt; sex was involved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281723136867795119-5255780276752830752?l=jonahnleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonahnleon.blogspot.com/feeds/5255780276752830752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3281723136867795119&amp;postID=5255780276752830752&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281723136867795119/posts/default/5255780276752830752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281723136867795119/posts/default/5255780276752830752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonahnleon.blogspot.com/2008/10/prey-tell.html' title='prey tell'/><author><name>Bex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GH06OX8rN5s/TWWLrkspLGI/AAAAAAAABC8/8oVpg_HUlwo/s220/scryeye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281723136867795119.post-6712315216013364899</id><published>2008-10-26T04:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T04:37:00.587-05:00</updated><title type='text'>no worries</title><content type='html'>"Well, did you tell her?" Leon wanted to know as soon as he found Drex alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, I haven't said a word to Johanna." Drex was digging through some of his art in his room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You could, if you wish, I'm not that against it, you know," Leon caught Drex in a lip lock then and they kissed for sometime in Drex's room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I should probably start with my brother first," Drex said finally when he broke free from Leon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why? Why should you? Its just a waste of time, besides, he's got his own worries, I'm sure." Leon stared at Drex with a smile wishing they could clear the bed of his sketches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Like what?" Drex squinted moving his stuff now to his desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dunno, but um, perhaps I might have mentioned something to someone-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"About us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No. Nothing like that. I am not sure things are all so perfect with this Lux of his."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He doesn't own her."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Of course not," Leon bit his bottom lip from smiling too much. "Its just, I feel he'll be preoccupied soon and you will so be the least of his worries." Leon tilted his head a bit, pulled Drex in, and they Frenched before Drex had a chance to even decipher what Leon was going on about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leon pulled Drex's shirt off then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281723136867795119-6712315216013364899?l=jonahnleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonahnleon.blogspot.com/feeds/6712315216013364899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3281723136867795119&amp;postID=6712315216013364899&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281723136867795119/posts/default/6712315216013364899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281723136867795119/posts/default/6712315216013364899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonahnleon.blogspot.com/2008/10/no-worries.html' title='no worries'/><author><name>Bex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GH06OX8rN5s/TWWLrkspLGI/AAAAAAAABC8/8oVpg_HUlwo/s220/scryeye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281723136867795119.post-6764191991825183818</id><published>2008-10-22T15:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T08:37:27.830-05:00</updated><title type='text'>twisting the screw tighter</title><content type='html'>Leon paced his room now. He still wasn't sure where this was actually going to go with Drex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A part of him thought for sure he could take this on. It would be a challenge. And if it came to them being together, then he could just move in here with him. Anthony was with Johanna. Lux was oblivious to him. Cher was so Cher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He knew her kind. When she wanted it, she'd tell you. Then were those periods of &lt;em&gt;leave me the hell alone.&lt;/em&gt; He could see now the less attention you paid her. The more she wanted you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, he needed to get away from her. And yet, well, he couldn't just move in with Drex, could he? Couldn't he? Jonah was hardly there as it was. Then there was this thought in his head that perhaps he was doing Anthony a favor. What if between the two of them they could figure out this secret of Jonah's. Not that Anthony had told him everything. About how he got here like he did. He didn't know the specific, but he knew he was on to a trail of something not so nice about Jonah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much to ponder. Not even googling would help. Of course, he really couldn't get into his computer research with Cher at the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you want something?" He asked when he opened the door and she followed him in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Of course, I want something?" She grinned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think I'm all out what ever it is you're after," He didn't even have any pot on him. Leon turned to her with a shrug. She leaned in then and put her fingers around his face, pulling him in for a kiss. Leon pulled away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He just shook his head, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What is it? What did I do?" She looked hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't think I'm enough for you," his lips were straight and he hardly gave her an expression at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't understand," Cher kept searching his stare as if he might slip it up and tell her everything, or at least let her in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cheri, you honestly don't get it, do you?" He tossed his head back and laughed at her as if she was being such an idiot. "I know there is someone else, that you dream of. Which of course, is not me, yet you come to me, as if you might not have to think about that certain someone, at least for a little while."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked away then as if he'd found her out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, just as I thought, they put you hold, don't they?" His smile was smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cher bit her bottom lip then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What I think you should do is to, um, revenge might be your answer, you know, you could easily seduce them perhaps, and then you might find the real answer you're looking for." He advised with a bit of a taunt. "I think its time you played hard ball."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you think-" She stopped herself then as if she had to keep her secret tucked away of the one she really loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do I think Lux would notice?" He already knew. "Make her notice. But it won't be with me nor Drex. Its Jonah who you want. Only... the key is, you have to make him need you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But how?" She looked frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, you have your ways, Cher. You'll figure it out." He just nodded. His work with done here. It was something for her to think about, and she wasn't going to do it on his time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281723136867795119-6764191991825183818?l=jonahnleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonahnleon.blogspot.com/feeds/6764191991825183818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3281723136867795119&amp;postID=6764191991825183818&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281723136867795119/posts/default/6764191991825183818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281723136867795119/posts/default/6764191991825183818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonahnleon.blogspot.com/2008/10/twisting-screw-tighter.html' title='twisting the screw tighter'/><author><name>Bex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GH06OX8rN5s/TWWLrkspLGI/AAAAAAAABC8/8oVpg_HUlwo/s220/scryeye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281723136867795119.post-7191320119702455432</id><published>2008-10-21T12:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T15:09:37.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a bit of doubt</title><content type='html'>Drex had decided after there little dinner with Johanna and Anthony that they should just get it over with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can't hide us from Johanna," he told Leon when they got back to Drex's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why not? What's so wrong with how it is?" Leon of course was indifferent about the matter. "Maybe it wouldn't be as much fun if it weren't a secret." He gave Drex an impish grin then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is it really necessary?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You said you weren't sure how your brother would take it, now did you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What if he....throws you out?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't care." Drex sighed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leon wasn't sure if he heard him correctly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Really?" This made him nervous. He thought he could keep his cool. But what if it all changed so suddenly. What if he actually had to take care of Drex. It never occured to him until now. "Hold on. Don't over react. Things are fine the way they are. I don't want you going and upsetting your whole life over me." He felt a bit selfish for saying it. Possibly it was more his benefit than Drex's. "If you feel the need for Johanna to know, then tell her. She could keep our secret. Don't you think."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drex just shook his head, no. Leon kept smiling. He came closer and naturally kissed Drex's worries away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281723136867795119-7191320119702455432?l=jonahnleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonahnleon.blogspot.com/feeds/7191320119702455432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3281723136867795119&amp;postID=7191320119702455432&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281723136867795119/posts/default/7191320119702455432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281723136867795119/posts/default/7191320119702455432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonahnleon.blogspot.com/2008/10/bit-of-doubt.html' title='a bit of doubt'/><author><name>Bex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GH06OX8rN5s/TWWLrkspLGI/AAAAAAAABC8/8oVpg_HUlwo/s220/scryeye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281723136867795119.post-8016219392093957754</id><published>2008-10-20T03:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T03:12:00.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'>at the movie</title><content type='html'>Cher sat in between them at the movies. Not exactly the way Drex nor Leon had wanted it go, yet, Drex pretty much expected it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0055597/"&gt;Victim&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; was a black and white film. Quite unusual for its time in the sixites. It was news to them that it was a time homosexuals were put in jail if found out about their sexual acts. Therefore, many were blackmailed during that era to pay off those who would have otherwise turned them in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just gave Drex a chill. He was glad he didn't live in London during the sixties. Cher tried to taunt him with popcorn, but he didn't give in. Neither did Leon which surprised Drex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You have to at least try to enjoy her company, a little," Drex said while they went to the restroom together after the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, I don't want to stir her in the wrong direction," Leon informed him even looking away when Drex peed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ok," Drex zipped his pants up and washed his hands. "Oh, I forgot, we've got dinner planned with Johanna and Anthony tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So we can't stay in," Leon was vague.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, well, later."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How about right now?" Leon smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We gotta take Cher home."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leon looked sleepily. He sighed then as if he missed Drex already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281723136867795119-8016219392093957754?l=jonahnleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonahnleon.blogspot.com/feeds/8016219392093957754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3281723136867795119&amp;postID=8016219392093957754&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281723136867795119/posts/default/8016219392093957754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281723136867795119/posts/default/8016219392093957754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonahnleon.blogspot.com/2008/10/at-movie.html' title='at the movie'/><author><name>Bex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GH06OX8rN5s/TWWLrkspLGI/AAAAAAAABC8/8oVpg_HUlwo/s220/scryeye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281723136867795119.post-3975756511375752675</id><published>2008-10-19T04:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T04:07:01.059-05:00</updated><title type='text'>found</title><content type='html'>Leon awoke with Drex next to him. The lights were on. He closed his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What time is it?" Leon just didn't want to move. "Don't tell me its morning."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No." Drex just smiled. "But it might as well be. We have to go to a movie with Cher."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, really." Leon yawned turning away from Drex hoping he'd rub his back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I said I'd find you, and we'd go with her," Drex breathed in Leon's ear then. "She sort of knows something is up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What?" He was still sleepily, but he suddenly awoke. He hoped she hadn't said anything about him to Drex. "What did she say?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She thinks you're preoccupied with someone." Drex nibbled at his earlobe then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leon just smiled turning back to Drex. They Frenched then. Finally Leon whispered in Drex's ear. "Why don't you give her a call and tell her you didn't find me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, we've put this off long enough. We can do this. Lets go. Besides sounds like a fascinating film. Its the first film to ever utter the word homosexual. Its British too. So its got to be good." Drex pulled at Leon to get up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fine." Leon sighed. "We'll go, but we'll just go. Don't make too much out of anything, you know about us to Cher."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You want us to keep it a secret?" Drex squinted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes." Leon told him. He got up to get dressed then. "We could really use a shower, you know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, if we do that then we'll never go, you know." Drex sighed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OK, I'm getting dressed. I guess I'll have to wear one of your shirts." Leon looked at his T-shirt on Drex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sure, sorry about that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't mind." Leon smiled giving Drex a kiss. Really, he was in no rush to get to the movie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281723136867795119-3975756511375752675?l=jonahnleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonahnleon.blogspot.com/feeds/3975756511375752675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3281723136867795119&amp;postID=3975756511375752675&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281723136867795119/posts/default/3975756511375752675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281723136867795119/posts/default/3975756511375752675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonahnleon.blogspot.com/2008/10/found.html' title='found'/><author><name>Bex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GH06OX8rN5s/TWWLrkspLGI/AAAAAAAABC8/8oVpg_HUlwo/s220/scryeye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281723136867795119.post-2988602537024686040</id><published>2008-10-18T15:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T15:27:01.101-05:00</updated><title type='text'>oh THAT</title><content type='html'>The doorbell was ringing. It was almost ten in the evening and Drex awoke still in Leon's arms. They'd slept for so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drex pulled on some jeans and his T-shirt. Actually, it was Leon's shirt. He just couldn't tell in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He went to the front door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Cher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's up?" Drex yawned as if he didn't care that she was here. Actually. But what did she want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Have you seen Leon?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uh, Leon?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah," she looked at him frustrated. He so hoped she didn't walk into his bedroom. "Why are you wearing his shirt, Drex?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Its not his."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's his." I don't think you have a &lt;em&gt;"soixante neuf"&lt;/em&gt;  T-shirt just hanging around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, this thing." Drex smiled. "He let me borrow it. He says I uh, you know, spice things up. I guess." God, he wondered if he was acting too goof now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You want to do something?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No." Drex's answer. "I mean, we should really find Leon first, then we'll go to a movie. OK."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, &lt;em&gt;Victim&lt;/em&gt; is showing at midnight at the Faded Rose," she told him. "Its the first film that ever uttered the word 'homosexual'. It came out in 1961. Its a British film."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh. Oh, yeah, I want to see that." Drex wondered if that was a good enough answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It could just be the two of us," Cher twisted and turned a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Um, I really want Leon to see it with us." Drex sort of smiled. Maybe too much. Maybe not enough. He so did not want to be alone with Cher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What does that mean?" She looked at him innocently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You get ready. I'll find Leon and we'll go together."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good luck finding him," Cher then said turning to go. "I doubt if you do. He's so preoccupied, lately. I think there must be someone. He's so mysterious about it, you know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Really."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, you might be interrupting something." Cher shrugged and walked out the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drex just smiled.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281723136867795119-2988602537024686040?l=jonahnleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonahnleon.blogspot.com/feeds/2988602537024686040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3281723136867795119&amp;postID=2988602537024686040&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281723136867795119/posts/default/2988602537024686040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281723136867795119/posts/default/2988602537024686040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonahnleon.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh-that.html' title='oh THAT'/><author><name>Bex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GH06OX8rN5s/TWWLrkspLGI/AAAAAAAABC8/8oVpg_HUlwo/s220/scryeye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281723136867795119.post-3961591813287826957</id><published>2008-10-17T03:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T03:40:00.182-05:00</updated><title type='text'>no dreaming</title><content type='html'>Leon fell back on his pillow then. He was in a sweat and pleased from the sighs he'd heard from Drex. Of course, he'd tried his best not to moan out too much even if he had wanted too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drex propped his head up with his hand on his cheek and smiled down at Leon. He drew his index finger down his chest and felt a slight quiver from his stomach. Drex drew in his lips then as he moved in closer. Their kisses were hot and slow. He lingered into them as he began to stroke Leon once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He so wanted Leon to feel good. Drex felt more amazed with each response from Leon. He touched his buttocks then, prying between them with his fingers. Drex kissed his neck and finally climbed over him, still toying with Leon's hard cock. Drex felt his was stone as well. He pressed his in where his fingers had pried. He sucked at Leon's shoulder as well as he wedged in slowly and determined even if it was slightly awkward. He was sure he could sleep this way, perhaps. But did he really want too? Little by little he'd pull himself out, but move back in fast and he could feel Leon yearn for more with his slight moan. Drex found himself moaning back, but he sensed Leon's giggle. He stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, don't stop." Leon told him. Leon twisted to his stomach. Drex turned with him. He bit his bottom lip and pressed in more. Harder. Faster. His whole body worked. Tense and taunt until he could feel it. Feel exactly what Leon had given him early. A sense of really being alive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281723136867795119-3961591813287826957?l=jonahnleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonahnleon.blogspot.com/feeds/3961591813287826957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3281723136867795119&amp;postID=3961591813287826957&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281723136867795119/posts/default/3961591813287826957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281723136867795119/posts/default/3961591813287826957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonahnleon.blogspot.com/2008/10/no-dreaming.html' title='no dreaming'/><author><name>Bex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GH06OX8rN5s/TWWLrkspLGI/AAAAAAAABC8/8oVpg_HUlwo/s220/scryeye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281723136867795119.post-1245391935622008375</id><published>2008-10-16T05:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T05:06:00.199-05:00</updated><title type='text'>back to basics</title><content type='html'>Leon hadn't expected to see the drawings in Drex's notebook. He couldn't help but smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're so good," Leon told him. So perfect just from memory. It shocked Leon. They were back in Drex's room, sitting on his bed. "But me?" He couldn't help but smile more as he played with Drex's thick curls just as he had at the plaza. He guess there was no need to now that they were alone. "You shouldn't have."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're all I think about," Drex confessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leon sighed letting the notebook fall to the floor. He kissed Drex then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And just what sort of things were you doing to me?" Drex's lips were so kissable that Leon couldn't help but want more as he unbutton Drex's shirt and play with the fine hair on his chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know, maybe I was just thinking what you do to me," Drex whispered back in Leon's ear as he toyed with Drex's nipples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that, Leon pulled Drex's shirt off him and kissed him madly while he pushed him out of his jeans. Leon took in his warmth immediately. Drex was so hard already that Leon could hardly stand it. He stripped immediately and laid by Drex's side. His fingers slid down Drex's chest until he tugged at Drex's cock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There kisses were open and longing. Drex touched him too. His thighs. His errection. It was awkward, perhaps, but still a must, playing which each other's equipment, turning just so to make the most of each other. Finally, Leon took Drex down after almost cuming in Drex's mouth.&lt;br /&gt;He felt so strong, grinding in, slightly pulling out to take his time, but to push in to get the full moment of satisfaction, just waiting to get Drex's reaction with his muscles and his tension. He pushed his hands on Drex's back, riding out the moment that he wanted so quickly and yet wanted it to last until it practically zapped him of his strength. It rocked through him until he could barely breathe. He might of looked sleepy, but he was very awake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281723136867795119-1245391935622008375?l=jonahnleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonahnleon.blogspot.com/feeds/1245391935622008375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3281723136867795119&amp;postID=1245391935622008375&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281723136867795119/posts/default/1245391935622008375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281723136867795119/posts/default/1245391935622008375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonahnleon.blogspot.com/2008/10/back-to-basics.html' title='back to basics'/><author><name>Bex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GH06OX8rN5s/TWWLrkspLGI/AAAAAAAABC8/8oVpg_HUlwo/s220/scryeye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281723136867795119.post-7790485915448120251</id><published>2008-10-15T05:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T07:49:27.228-05:00</updated><title type='text'>moments like this</title><content type='html'>Girls. It wasn't that Drex was avoiding them like the plague. Just one imparticular these days. OK, maybe two. Cher and now Johanna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Its not like you have to woo her or anything," Leon reminded him while they'd gone out to the University just to blend in. Drex supposed. As if it wasn't obvious how they felt about each other.&lt;br /&gt;"I know," Drex sighed. "But she knows me. She does."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Really? And how?" Leon almost sounded jealous. "She's Anthony's girlfriend."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We talk," Drex shrugged. "Or at least, we did. Until she left."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And you're upset about that?" Leon asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, I'm not. Not at all. Its just I know she'll know about you and me. She's like that." Drex wasn't sure how he could keep it from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, Anthony is my friend, and-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And? You don't think he'd know, right? About us?" Drex then quizzed him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I highly doubt it," Leon winced. "Besides he's so into Johanna, he could careless about anything else."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But she'd care."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't care that she cares." Leon smiled staring into Drex's eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nieither of them could stand it. Being out and about and not showing it. Not showing how they really felt for one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Its just not fair," Drex looked away, seeing some couple kiss on the plaza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, that could be us, but better. So much better," Leon murmered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A smile gave way to Drex as he looked back at Leon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'd rather not. Not just yet." Drex shook his head, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When will that be," Leon pressed. "When pigs fly?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't say that, don't be mad at me," Drex felt sad now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not." Leon shrugged about going public. "Its just, I'm not sure I'm ready yet, myself. But I will if you want. Anytime."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drex nodded wishing he could kiss Leon right this minute, but he shoved his hands in his pockets instead and walked on. Leon, reached out then and put his arm around his neck. He gave him a playful wrestle instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drex laughed then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281723136867795119-7790485915448120251?l=jonahnleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonahnleon.blogspot.com/feeds/7790485915448120251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3281723136867795119&amp;postID=7790485915448120251&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281723136867795119/posts/default/7790485915448120251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281723136867795119/posts/default/7790485915448120251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonahnleon.blogspot.com/2008/10/moments-like-this.html' title='moments like this'/><author><name>Bex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GH06OX8rN5s/TWWLrkspLGI/AAAAAAAABC8/8oVpg_HUlwo/s220/scryeye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281723136867795119.post-2104343585811960503</id><published>2008-10-14T05:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T09:43:27.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sleep, food and wine</title><content type='html'>It was a good sleep, afterwards. Leon found himself in a deep sleep with his arms around Drex. He never liked to cuddle, afterwards. But it was different this time. Maybe it was exhaustion. Maybe it was because it was Drex, and he didn't feel the need to be anymore than just who he was with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He hadn't a clue how long they'd been out, but it was so dark in Drex's room with the lights out. Just a thread of light coming from under the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next thing Leon knew someone was banging on the bedroom door. It was Jonah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Drex are you smoking in there!" The banging on the door continued. It made Leon jump to turn on the lamp next to the bed. He had to coax Drex into waking up. He was even more into a deep sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leon reached for his clothes then and hurried to dress. He accidently had on Drex's shirt. Maybe it was intentially. He wanted to keep it. Maybe his brother wouldn't notice it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drex cringed finally getting into his clothes. Leon made the bed. Turned on the TV as if they'd been playing video games or watching a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What!" Drex finally shook the sleep and openned the door for his brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What are you doing in here!" Jonah demanded. "Are you smoking?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drex just shook his head, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It was me," Leon faced up to it. "Sorry, I didn't know." He raked his fingers through his chestnut hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drex just rolled his eyes and slammed the door in front of his brother's face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What the hell?" Leon winced. "He treats you like a baby, why should he care what you do in here?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who knows, he can go weeks without talking to me and then this," Drex shook it off with a laugh. "He's like this. But it doesn't matter, all right." He turned to Leon then, touched his neck and kissed him on the forehead then, drew him in more and kissed his lips, then Frenched him as if it might all start over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How late is it getting," Leon pulled away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Its only around ten," Drex said. "I'll order pizza. We could stay in."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you want." Leon was quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We could go out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, no its fine." Leon went and openned the wine, Drex went to make the call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's your favorite pizza?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Anything with anchovies." Leon smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I should have expected that, I guess." Drex smiled back. Leon took a sip of the red wine from the bottle then handed it to Drex.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281723136867795119-2104343585811960503?l=jonahnleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonahnleon.blogspot.com/feeds/2104343585811960503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3281723136867795119&amp;postID=2104343585811960503&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281723136867795119/posts/default/2104343585811960503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281723136867795119/posts/default/2104343585811960503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonahnleon.blogspot.com/2008/10/sleep-food-and-wine.html' title='sleep, food and wine'/><author><name>Bex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GH06OX8rN5s/TWWLrkspLGI/AAAAAAAABC8/8oVpg_HUlwo/s220/scryeye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281723136867795119.post-2160545324201713059</id><published>2008-10-13T03:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T03:46:00.111-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a little bit</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Hands down&lt;br /&gt;I'm too proud, for love&lt;br /&gt;But with eyes shut&lt;br /&gt;It's you I'm thinking of&lt;br /&gt;But how we move from A to B it can't be up to me&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don't know&lt;br /&gt;Eye to eye&lt;br /&gt;Thigh to Thigh&lt;br /&gt;I let go-lykke&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drex wanted to believe Leon had something else to say than something so plain and ugly. He wanted it to be&lt;em&gt; love&lt;/em&gt;. Why couldn't it be that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know. I just want it to mean something," Drex caught himself saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What? And fucking means nothing?" Leon looked back at him with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I want you." Drex closed his eyes. "So much. Its just, I don't want to use you, you know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You think that's what I'm all about, isn't it?" Leon kept staring back at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No." Drex lost his smile. "No, thats not what I mean." Tears swelled in his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You think too much." Leon smirked. "If you want me so badly, take me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drex nodded, closing his eyes. His skin touched Leon's. He didn't know why he was so scared. He felt himself shaking slightly. His fingers investigated first. Leon patiently waited. Drex awoke from his sleepiness as he found where it was happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps he wasn't hard enough only Leon's little murmers awoke that too. He found himself giving in. He felt so hot now that he pressed in as if he'd be missing something if he didn't. And it felt so tight, and amazingly sharp yet pulsing him to go further. He was still then. Leon sighed and then he felt a tide of joy stirring in him, so ready to burst. So almost there. He kept pushing, working it until it happened. He was afraid to move then. Wondering if he could possible feel this moment ever again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281723136867795119-2160545324201713059?l=jonahnleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonahnleon.blogspot.com/feeds/2160545324201713059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3281723136867795119&amp;postID=2160545324201713059&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281723136867795119/posts/default/2160545324201713059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281723136867795119/posts/default/2160545324201713059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonahnleon.blogspot.com/2008/10/little-bit.html' title='a little bit'/><author><name>Bex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GH06OX8rN5s/TWWLrkspLGI/AAAAAAAABC8/8oVpg_HUlwo/s220/scryeye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281723136867795119.post-8086678444610988540</id><published>2008-10-12T03:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T03:13:00.104-05:00</updated><title type='text'>until then</title><content type='html'>Leon felt Drex's body slightly shake. He held him afterwards, kissing at his neck, his lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No one has ever told me they loved me," Leon wasn't sure if he should be smiling. He pushed his fingers through Drex's hair and looked at his innocent face. He didn't wait for an answer, but he kept Frenching Drex into a lull as if he needed comforting now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, Leon pushed him back on his pillows and looked at Drex who seemed as if he needed rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So, should I go?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No. No, you just got here." Drex looked up at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't want to wear out my welcome, you know." Leon smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That would never happen," Drex promised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leon kissed his chest then. His fingers slid down Drex's stomach as he began to stroke him. It wasn't long til Drex was hard and on fire for Leon again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're so much fun," Leon breathed into his ear as he sucked at his neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Really." Drex didn't want to doubt him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So do you want to try me?" Leon asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not sure."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fuck me, and then you can sleep," Leon smiled. "Promise."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drex took a deep breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know, I don't know what I'm doing. Exactly." Drex remained even lipped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I showed you, remember."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drex swallowed his fear and nodded. "But what if I hurt you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're not gonna hurt me." Leon stroked his cock more then sucked him a bit as if he'd want him more. And Drex did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leon rolled to his stomach and waited.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281723136867795119-8086678444610988540?l=jonahnleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonahnleon.blogspot.com/feeds/8086678444610988540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3281723136867795119&amp;postID=8086678444610988540&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281723136867795119/posts/default/8086678444610988540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281723136867795119/posts/default/8086678444610988540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonahnleon.blogspot.com/2008/10/until-then.html' title='until then'/><author><name>Bex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GH06OX8rN5s/TWWLrkspLGI/AAAAAAAABC8/8oVpg_HUlwo/s220/scryeye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281723136867795119.post-5022141826162957873</id><published>2008-10-11T03:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T03:45:01.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'>what you think it might be</title><content type='html'>Drex felt a bit more competant now after knowing he could make Leon let out the slightest moan. Maybe it was confidence. He looked around his room thinking it was pretty horrible, but Leon hadn't said a thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was really in to him. Well, sort of. He guessed. Hopefully to at least spend time with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still it felt so clumsy. Drex had never been with anyone before. He sensed Leon knew. At least he wasn't making a big deal about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He hadn't pushed him to do anything he didn't want to do, either. OK, so maybe the moment he went down on him in the room they'd stayed in, was quite a surprise. He didn't think it would go that far, but Drex was glad now it had happened. It was so unexpected. But so fierce. He wanted it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then when he tried, it would have been nothing if Leon hadn't some how made him want to with his touch. He felt so ready now. Ready for the whole fucking shabang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Have you ever been in love before?" But first Drex had to ask. Maybe this had nothing to do with this. He wanted it to be love. Not just lust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, Leon was sleepy eyed and just gave him an impish smirk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is that what you think this is?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drex felt a bit shattered for asking. He turned away from Leon on the bed. Drex thought he might cry. He didn't want to, but he felt like a fool now. Why had he asked? Why hadn't he kept his mouth shut?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then Drex felt Leon's warm breath on his ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I love what you do to me," he whispered in his ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drex shuddered then, closing his eyes. He felt Leon rubbing his back then. Then his buttocks. He felt his fingers prod him gently so he'd know again what he'd really been yearning for. Leon sucked on the side of his neck as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drex felt the sensation spreading through him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, Leon pushed him face down, spread his legs some and pushed himself inside the space Drex had felt where he ached for Leon. It took Drex's breath away. Leon lunged slightly forward on top of him and pushed harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pain was razer sharp, but Leon kept going and Drex finally relaxed after he'd tensed a bit. Finally, Leon's sweaty body collasped on his. He still managed to stay inside him until he sensed Drex could give back what he gave him. Pleasure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281723136867795119-5022141826162957873?l=jonahnleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonahnleon.blogspot.com/feeds/5022141826162957873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3281723136867795119&amp;postID=5022141826162957873&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281723136867795119/posts/default/5022141826162957873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281723136867795119/posts/default/5022141826162957873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonahnleon.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-you-think-it-might-be.html' title='what you think it might be'/><author><name>Bex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GH06OX8rN5s/TWWLrkspLGI/AAAAAAAABC8/8oVpg_HUlwo/s220/scryeye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281723136867795119.post-6102466526611278034</id><published>2008-10-10T03:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T03:54:01.032-05:00</updated><title type='text'>in the afternoon</title><content type='html'>Leon tried to slow down, but he kept walking faster. Looking around. Hoping he didn't see anyone who would know him. Especially, Cher. If she showed up at the lobby, he might as well throw up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was this? The day to keep secrets? He took the elevator. Luckily, he was alone. He was carrying his back pack just on one shoulder. Leon did his best to look as if he was on his way to study. He tried his best to stay somber. As if he hated the world and everything in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He tapped on the door, lightly. No answer. Leon shut his eyes tight. He'd have to ring the doorbell after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The waiting was taking a toll on him. What if Drex wasn't even here? What reason would he give him? Was it a good enough reason?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the door open slightly. Drex peeked out. Leon let him slide through the crack. Leon felt his heart start to beat faster when he saw Drex. Both remained even lipped, staring at each other. They both cracked up in laughter and went to Drex's room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leon had brought a bottle of red wine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You really didn't have too," Drex shrugged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Whatever." Leon left it on his trashed desk stacked with books and just smiled at Drex who gave him a quick kiss on the lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drex hesitated then with a sigh as if maybe he should have waited. Leon just stared into his crystal blue eyes then grabbed him around the sides of Drex's face and pulled him in for a real kiss. He meant it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"See, I'm not any good at this," Drex took a breath and turned away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What?" Leon winced. "It was only a kiss."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, but you know everything." Drex shrugged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't mean to intimadated you." Leon felt a bit hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drex looked back at him then and reached for Leon's lips with his mouth. Leon Frenched him immediately and backed him into the wall. Leon pressed into Drex pants to find where the real action was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leon smiled then. He wanted to hurry it up, but he could see Drex was still fasinated by the kissing part. So he let Drex want him more as they kept kissing. Finally they undressed. Limbs uncovered. Drex's lovely chest that Leon so wanted to touch, but Drex kept his hands on Leon as if need to know him, up close and personal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They laid on the bed then, touching for the longest time as they kissed. Then Leon felt Drex's lips on his chest, his flat stomach. It was a bit ticklish. It made Leon want to giggle, but he bit his bottom lip, sensing the beauty of Drex's touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was throbbing for Drex by then. Leon felt as if he might melt when Drex touched the tip of Leon's penis with his tongue. Leon felt himself yearn for Drex more. He grazed Drex's back with his fingertip all the way down to his buttocks. He teased him with his fingers. It just made Drex's mouth go down on him more sweetly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leon was definitely ready for the next step, but they had time. All afternoon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281723136867795119-6102466526611278034?l=jonahnleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonahnleon.blogspot.com/feeds/6102466526611278034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3281723136867795119&amp;postID=6102466526611278034&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281723136867795119/posts/default/6102466526611278034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281723136867795119/posts/default/6102466526611278034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonahnleon.blogspot.com/2008/10/in-afternoon.html' title='in the afternoon'/><author><name>Bex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GH06OX8rN5s/TWWLrkspLGI/AAAAAAAABC8/8oVpg_HUlwo/s220/scryeye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281723136867795119.post-6404027981757071763</id><published>2008-10-09T03:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T03:16:00.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a mess</title><content type='html'>Drex looked to see who was calling before he answered his cell. It was Leon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey," Drex wasn't sure what else to say. Maybe he wanted to say, "Hello, lover." But that would just sound silly coming from him, especially when he was just coming from his figure drawing class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cher?" Drex smiled. "I don't know about that. You think we should? What? Right now?" Jonah was gone as far as he knew. Even if he was there, that wasn't going to stop Drex. "Just come over. We'll hang out." Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He put his phone away then and walked on with his notebooks. He'd already started on a drawing of Leon from memory. He hadn't showed it to his professor, but the likeness was there. He smiled then, thinking of Leon. Maybe even dreaming of him. At the moment, he was a blur to tell the difference about what had happened and what he wanted to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least he didn't have Johanna to face. He probably would have told Leon, no, if he thought Johanna would be there. She might freak on him. He didn't know. He knew she was very proper even if she did her best to adjust to new situations from all the Oprah she watched. He suspected she wanted to be open minded. But this. This was better just to keep under-wraps at the moment. Besides there was Cher. Cher. Did he really have to think about her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He kept moving. Walking faster. Walking into the mass of people. He wanted to get home. He needed to get there before Leon did. Maybe make his bed. He knew Leon thought he was a perfectionist. Hardly. Weren't most creative people messy people? He wanted to believe that because that was him. Messy hair. Messy desk. Messy room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, he had to do something to his room before Leon got there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281723136867795119-6404027981757071763?l=jonahnleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonahnleon.blogspot.com/feeds/6404027981757071763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3281723136867795119&amp;postID=6404027981757071763&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281723136867795119/posts/default/6404027981757071763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281723136867795119/posts/default/6404027981757071763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonahnleon.blogspot.com/2008/10/mess.html' title='a mess'/><author><name>Bex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GH06OX8rN5s/TWWLrkspLGI/AAAAAAAABC8/8oVpg_HUlwo/s220/scryeye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281723136867795119.post-6052204487422636480</id><published>2008-10-08T03:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T03:02:00.439-05:00</updated><title type='text'>seeing her</title><content type='html'>Leon was thinking of Drex. Maybe they could pick up where they left off. Only, they'd need to get a room, wouldn't they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was out in the plaza, thinking of smoking a cigarette when Cher waved to him. He felt indifferent now. Cold even. He looked away as if he didn't see her. When he turned back, he saw her coming toward him then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leon put his cigarette behind his ear and shoved his hands in his pocket and walked on without a second thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey," Cher grabbed is arm then. "Whats with the cold shoulder?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nothing." He chewed at the inside of his cheek. Really, he had nothing to add to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I could meet you in your room in thirty. I think Lux has this work shop she's at all day. Something about buying for Macy's I think. So we could have the whole afternoon to ourselves." She smiled as if he should know what was on her mind. He could hardly bare to look at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't think so." He shrugged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I want to see you." She looked hurt. He didn't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry," Leon scratched the back of his head. "I've got too much to do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When have you ever had too much to do?" Cher cracked up, looking at him as if she was figuring it out, the equation now. "There's someone else, isn't there?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No." Leon sighed. "Aren't you suppose to be with Drex, anyway?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So this is what it's about." Cher gave a little scowl. "Look, what if you, me and Drex did something together."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Something?" He wasn't sure what that was about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Didn't you say that to him. We could all go out to dinner and a movie."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I did?" No, this could not be his idea. Really. "I don't remember."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He mentioned something about it to me." She kept staring as if maybe he'd come around. Change his mind about the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He mentioned me?" Leon remained even lipped. Still cold. He gritted his teeth slightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah." She nodded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I guess I forgot." Leon tossed his head back a bit and looked away. What he really needed was to see Drex now. Not this with Cher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll let you know, all right."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leon gave her a slight nod and walked away then, getting his cell to call Drex.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281723136867795119-6052204487422636480?l=jonahnleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonahnleon.blogspot.com/feeds/6052204487422636480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3281723136867795119&amp;postID=6052204487422636480&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281723136867795119/posts/default/6052204487422636480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281723136867795119/posts/default/6052204487422636480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonahnleon.blogspot.com/2008/10/seeing-her.html' title='seeing her'/><author><name>Bex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GH06OX8rN5s/TWWLrkspLGI/AAAAAAAABC8/8oVpg_HUlwo/s220/scryeye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281723136867795119.post-979628488753331568</id><published>2008-10-07T04:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T04:33:00.722-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the possibility</title><content type='html'>Finally Anthony was back at the flat. Leon was glad to see him. They hadn't talked in ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leon had a smoke while Anthony watched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Possibly," Leon nodded. "We are talking about a conquest, aren't we?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know you are," Anthony laughed. "And what has Leon been up too?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You sure you want to know?" Leon puffed at his cigarette then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're dieing to tell me," Anthony laid on his bed then, put his arms behind his head as if he was waiting for a very long story in a thick French accent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"All right then." Leon sighed. "I fucked Cher this time." His smile stretched across his face as he stared at the burning cigarette, but then he wasn't just thinking only of Cher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now was that really wise my friend?" Anthony leaned up on his elbows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why do I have to be wise?" Leon gave Anthony a sober look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I thought it was Lux you wanted."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Really, I could take either, perhaps even both." Leon smirked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You wouldn't, would you?" Anthony winced. "Are you talking about a threesome?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eventually." Leon grinned. "Why not think big?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is that what you want?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Um, it would be bliss, now wouldn't it?" Leon wished Anthony could understand him, but then all Anthony's world was Johanna. He was the romantic, after all. Lux even let them have their own room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know about you, sometimes." Anthony shook his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Stop looking at me that way," Leon batted his lashes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What way is that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That I'm crazy." He didn't like this. Not from a friend. "And I'm not. I'm certainly not crazy, Anthony." Leon just had to think of a way to make it work. There was a way. He just had to think about it. And of course, there was Drex.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281723136867795119-979628488753331568?l=jonahnleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonahnleon.blogspot.com/feeds/979628488753331568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3281723136867795119&amp;postID=979628488753331568&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281723136867795119/posts/default/979628488753331568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281723136867795119/posts/default/979628488753331568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonahnleon.blogspot.com/2008/10/possibility.html' title='the possibility'/><author><name>Bex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GH06OX8rN5s/TWWLrkspLGI/AAAAAAAABC8/8oVpg_HUlwo/s220/scryeye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281723136867795119.post-5370053821800629214</id><published>2008-10-06T05:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T05:45:00.465-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It could be just in the kiss or something else.</title><content type='html'>"I never really liked her, exactly." Drex started in about how he felt about Cher. "I mean, she's OK, to talk to too, sometimes." He shook his head, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if thats all Leon wanted to hear back at the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's all right. Nobody said you had to fuck her." Leon shrugged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But you'd at least want too, right if it was-" Drex fidgeted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't give her a second thought, all right." Leon grinned pulling Drex's t-shirt over his head. "Just relax."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've-I've never-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Really?" Leon so wanted to laugh but he didn't. He took off his t-shirt too. "You mean, its not a new hobby you've picked up just recently."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No." Drex's voice cracked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So, do you want me?" Leon lit a cigarette then and took a puff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well." Drex bit his bottom lip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maybe, you'd just as well want to sketch me, if you'd like. If that would make you feel, um, lets says, better about everything." Leon shrugged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I- I guess I could." Drex finally sat down on the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leon handed Drex the cigarette to smoke while he undressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, Drex went into a coughing fit. It might have been the smoke or the sight of seeing Leon already hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What, you didn't think you had that capability?" Leon slightly smirked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I-I, uh." He coughed a bit more handing back the cigarette to Leon who then took another drag and put it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Come on, lets just touch," Leon smiled pushing Drex down as he unbuckled his belt and got into his jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drex sighed when Leon pressed against him as he hands smoothed down his sides and his fingers wrapped around his cock. He gave him a deep kiss then. Leon could feel him throbbing as their tongues met, wanting more. More, but Leon hesitated. He knew Drex was lost so he just held him instead, taking in his natural scent of &lt;em&gt;Ivory&lt;/em&gt; soap and a hint &lt;em&gt;Obsession&lt;/em&gt;. Leon clumsily breathed into his ear. Finally, it gave way to Drex exploring him. All of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It left Leon a bit dreamy thinking how Drex left him so alive. He could see how wet Drex was. He couldn't help but go down on him and make him hot for more to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know I said we'd just touch," yet Leon felt it all so pure as he watched the tense expression on Drex's face as he moaned in delight. "I could show you more." Leon laid back, taking Drex's hand. Leon went down on Drex's index finger, tantalizing it for a longest bit. Then he guided it where it would make Leon the happiest most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Drex made him shiver as Leon closed his eyes and Frenched Drex. He could sense that Drex yearned for this pleasure too. Leon guessed it would have to wait before Drex would know exactly what to do. Leon pulled away. Although, he felt a bit ruptured from being almost completely satisfied. He knew he'd have to take care of Drex first.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281723136867795119-5370053821800629214?l=jonahnleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonahnleon.blogspot.com/feeds/5370053821800629214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3281723136867795119&amp;postID=5370053821800629214&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281723136867795119/posts/default/5370053821800629214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281723136867795119/posts/default/5370053821800629214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonahnleon.blogspot.com/2008/10/it-could-be-just-in-kiss-or-something.html' title='It could be just in the kiss or something else.'/><author><name>Bex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GH06OX8rN5s/TWWLrkspLGI/AAAAAAAABC8/8oVpg_HUlwo/s220/scryeye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281723136867795119.post-2727677079391777640</id><published>2008-10-05T06:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T06:29:01.003-05:00</updated><title type='text'>that dreaded feeling</title><content type='html'>Leon was tempted to call Drex on his cell. Best as well, not too. He didn't want to rush, now did he. He didn't want it to end. But it had. He couldn't change that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leon supposed he'd just have to keep himself company. He supposed he could find someone to pay for, but really, he didn't like paying for it, especially, when he thought deep down maybe they should be paying him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn't do that anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not for a while, anyway. Usually, it was old cows and they just needed an escort for the most part. True, he'd made some quick money that way. Nice little stash indeed to help him with other stashes. It was all, all right. Didn't really have to do that much for the most part. But it could get disgusting. And he wasn't in dire need to do it, anymore. He was pretty much forgotten. He guessed. Leon wanted to keep it that way.  Especially, in that circle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least he hadn't been that desperate in a long while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got up then. It looked like he'd be sleeping alone in a hotel room. Maybe that was the best thing for him. Get some real sleep. Think this thing through. He wouldn't call Drex ever again. Guess they could be complete strangers. That was nothing new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey," Someone touched his shoulder. "Sorry, I was in the bathroom." Drex almost smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I see."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I got nervous. And when I get nervous. Then I have to go to the restroom." Drex told him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leon supposed it would have to be something simple like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ready?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drex nodded laying down a twenty for a tip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281723136867795119-2727677079391777640?l=jonahnleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonahnleon.blogspot.com/feeds/2727677079391777640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3281723136867795119&amp;postID=2727677079391777640&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281723136867795119/posts/default/2727677079391777640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281723136867795119/posts/default/2727677079391777640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonahnleon.blogspot.com/2008/10/that-dreaded-feeling.html' title='that dreaded feeling'/><author><name>Bex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GH06OX8rN5s/TWWLrkspLGI/AAAAAAAABC8/8oVpg_HUlwo/s220/scryeye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281723136867795119.post-7857971146423249309</id><published>2008-10-04T03:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T03:13:00.364-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a room with no view</title><content type='html'>OK, getting the room was simple. It was on the third floor. Leon had the credit card key. He slid it in and looked around the room. It was stuffy. He turned on the air. It might help things to have a chill in the room. Perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He bit his bottom lip, wondering just how hot it could get in here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A part of him thought about some ice. Maybe some wine. No, he didn't think so. That would take time, and it wasn't really on his side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, just had to get back to Drex. Find him before it was too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, he was on top of his game. Possibly, not the most well planned, but still truly spontantious. Wasn't it? He liked that. He liked floating into something. It didn't always matter exactly who. No, this was certainly getting him over the Cher moments. Maybe that was just an accident anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why was it so important to have the need to be wanted. Well, in a good way. Didn't want the law after him. He just needed something satisfying. Was that too much to ask for? He didn't ask for that much did he? He wasn't pushy. Really, he wasn't. He just needed to be needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was Drex. Drex needed him. He could feel it and he walked back across that street as if he knew where exactly the morning would take him. It was going to be electrifying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when he got there, Drex was no where in sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leon felt himself shaking. He thought he might crumble right there where he'd left Drex. Leon's chest began to ache. Drex's coffee was still warm. Leon took a sip of it as if he needed something to settle him down. He so wanted to throw the cup through the glass window as he looked back at the hotel across the street. It wasn't going to happen. After all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sat down then. He supposed he didn't mean much to anyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281723136867795119-7857971146423249309?l=jonahnleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonahnleon.blogspot.com/feeds/7857971146423249309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3281723136867795119&amp;postID=7857971146423249309&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281723136867795119/posts/default/7857971146423249309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281723136867795119/posts/default/7857971146423249309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonahnleon.blogspot.com/2008/10/room-with-no-view.html' title='a room with no view'/><author><name>Bex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GH06OX8rN5s/TWWLrkspLGI/AAAAAAAABC8/8oVpg_HUlwo/s220/scryeye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281723136867795119.post-2369492448604748844</id><published>2008-10-03T03:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T03:57:00.167-05:00</updated><title type='text'>not quite autopilot</title><content type='html'>"Look, I'll get the room," Leon suggested there at the coffee shop. No ,it wasn't Starbucks and the hotel across the street wasn't a seedy run down shit hole, either. It would be cool. OK, so maybe it wasn't a posh resort, either. But who needed something like that. Just a room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a rush of excitement pulsing through Leon's veins. It had been ages since he'd done something like this out of blue. OK, just being with Drex was out of the blue. But it was their secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A secret. No, they wouldn't walk in together and ask for anything. They weren't a couple. Not yet. Maybe. All right, it was possible. No, no Leon wasn't really into coupling, now was he? It was just going to be for the night which was wearing on. It was quite late after they got out of the jazz club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kissing just lingered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You stay here, I'll give you a call. It'll be just fine." Leon shrugged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drex just nodded. He might as well have been a bump on a log. Of course, Leon was pretty sure he'd have to come back for him after all said and done. He didn't see him bailing exactly, yet he didn't see him walking across the street alone, either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He could tell he was scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What? You don't want this now?" Leon didn't need to be a salesman about this. The truth of the matter, couldn't anyone. Anyone. Be there for him. For a change. Yes, a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He thought Drex might break into a convulsion of some kind. He might as well have been helpless by the way he went into a slight panic attack with the breathing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leon grabbed both sides of his face then and gave him a longing French kiss. "I'll be back for you. I will." He stared him right in the eye then. "Promise, you'll be here?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"uh, huh." was all he could get out of Drex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leon turned then to go. He closed his eyes, almost thinking this was some sort of drug instead. Not this. Not this chance. Not this possibiltiy that maybe. Maybe this was what he really wanted. Couldn't be real, now could it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281723136867795119-2369492448604748844?l=jonahnleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonahnleon.blogspot.com/feeds/2369492448604748844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3281723136867795119&amp;postID=2369492448604748844&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281723136867795119/posts/default/2369492448604748844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281723136867795119/posts/default/2369492448604748844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonahnleon.blogspot.com/2008/10/not-quite-autopilot.html' title='not quite autopilot'/><author><name>Bex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GH06OX8rN5s/TWWLrkspLGI/AAAAAAAABC8/8oVpg_HUlwo/s220/scryeye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281723136867795119.post-5551568342669367779</id><published>2008-10-02T06:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T06:28:00.429-05:00</updated><title type='text'>moments like these</title><content type='html'>Drex's lips were so inviting, yet innocent. Leon couldn't let it go with one kiss. Now could he?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He saw that Drex's eyes were closed. Leon just smiled wondering if Drex had ever kissed anyone before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Leon didn't want to tell him he was the worst at it because he wasn't. Only it could be better. He'd just have to teach him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lets go some place," Leon suggested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can't." Drex shook his head, no. "I can't go home."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Did I say that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't think we should go back to your place, either."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Of course, not." Leon sighed with his fingers in his curls. He kissed him once more as if this might be the deal breaker. Leon was pretty sure he'd get his wish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281723136867795119-5551568342669367779?l=jonahnleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonahnleon.blogspot.com/feeds/5551568342669367779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3281723136867795119&amp;postID=5551568342669367779&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281723136867795119/posts/default/5551568342669367779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281723136867795119/posts/default/5551568342669367779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonahnleon.blogspot.com/2008/10/moments-like-these.html' title='moments like these'/><author><name>Bex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GH06OX8rN5s/TWWLrkspLGI/AAAAAAAABC8/8oVpg_HUlwo/s220/scryeye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281723136867795119.post-4381501737369116063</id><published>2008-10-01T05:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T05:19:00.707-05:00</updated><title type='text'>spinning a tale</title><content type='html'>"You don't smoke?" Leon told him he should. How was he ever going to cheer the dude up. "Well, at least drink some wine then."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drex hesitated, but Leon kept smiling and sipping his wine. He spoke of legends of jazz singers. They talked about music for a good long while. Drex began to sip at the wine until his glass was empty. Leon filled it up again and sat next to him as they continued to discuss their love of jazz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, Drex was pouring his soul out about being in the shadow of his brother. How uneasy he felt about being his flesh and blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not like him at all," Drex said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Of course you're not." Leon put his arm around Drex as he listened to him more. He just wouldn't seem to shut up about his brother. It all sounded as if his brother was really sinister. Drex had no idea where his mother had gone. And Jonah was practically keeping a girl hostage in their apartment while all along he was seeing Lux.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leon just couldn't take it anymore. Perhaps they were just too close. Maybe it was the thought that he really didn't want to be anymore alone tonight than Drex did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He kissed Drex.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281723136867795119-4381501737369116063?l=jonahnleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonahnleon.blogspot.com/feeds/4381501737369116063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3281723136867795119&amp;postID=4381501737369116063&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281723136867795119/posts/default/4381501737369116063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281723136867795119/posts/default/4381501737369116063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonahnleon.blogspot.com/2008/10/spinning-tale.html' title='spinning a tale'/><author><name>Bex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GH06OX8rN5s/TWWLrkspLGI/AAAAAAAABC8/8oVpg_HUlwo/s220/scryeye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281723136867795119.post-4177842084568756582</id><published>2008-09-30T04:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T04:10:03.464-05:00</updated><title type='text'>going out</title><content type='html'>Drex looked quite lost to Leon when he found him in the lobby. He didn't actually look like he needed to go out in that silly T of his with the CPR instructions on it. And he looked as if he just got out of bed with that messy hair of his. Yet there was something delightful in his look. Leon knew he wanted to see him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Have you been ill, my friend?" Leon put his arm around his shoulder to guide him toward the club they were going just a few blocks away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just tired, I guess." Drex sighed. Only Leon was sure it was more than just school. He didn't seem quite right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you sure that's it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I guess." Leon didn't think he seemed so sure. He'd been keeping to himself or so he told Leon about Johanna and his brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Everyone seems to have someone, but me." Drex finally confessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You just need to get out more," Leon smiled as they found the place, that was dark but moody with jazz. They found them a cozy booth to sit in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leon then brought them a bottle of red wine to share. There was good hearty jazz to listen too and of course, cigarettes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281723136867795119-4177842084568756582?l=jonahnleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonahnleon.blogspot.com/feeds/4177842084568756582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3281723136867795119&amp;postID=4177842084568756582&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281723136867795119/posts/default/4177842084568756582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281723136867795119/posts/default/4177842084568756582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonahnleon.blogspot.com/2008/09/going-out.html' title='going out'/><author><name>Bex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GH06OX8rN5s/TWWLrkspLGI/AAAAAAAABC8/8oVpg_HUlwo/s220/scryeye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281723136867795119.post-1919941292931796768</id><published>2008-09-29T03:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T03:01:00.993-05:00</updated><title type='text'>simple as that</title><content type='html'>Leon was busy on his computer playing poker. He was winning. Good thing. Things were getting a bit slim around him for his comfort zone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was no Cher to play with. No way of knowing how Lux was really doing with all her Jonah time going. Did she actually even find the guy attractive? Leon found him rather to be a hot head. Not that they'd ever spoken to each other. It was just as well. Leon didn't want to know the likes of him, and yet, he found his brother so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His cell rang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Drex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you doing anything?" Drex asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leon supposed it might be best to clear up his winnings before he started losing. "Just finishing up a bit of homework." Leon informed him. "But I should be done in a couple of minutes. What's up?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nothing." He sounded a little bleak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, lets change that. You could come down, you know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'd rather not see Cher if I can help it." Again he sounded so sad that he might need some cheering up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She stood you up again?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She hasn't returned any of my calls."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why don't we go out for a drink?" Leon suggested then. "I'll meet you in the lobby in ten minutes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, this was so easy. Leon smiled when he thought of how it might be with Drex. But he already had a best friend, didn't he?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281723136867795119-1919941292931796768?l=jonahnleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonahnleon.blogspot.com/feeds/1919941292931796768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3281723136867795119&amp;postID=1919941292931796768&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281723136867795119/posts/default/1919941292931796768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281723136867795119/posts/default/1919941292931796768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonahnleon.blogspot.com/2008/09/simple-as-that.html' title='simple as that'/><author><name>Bex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GH06OX8rN5s/TWWLrkspLGI/AAAAAAAABC8/8oVpg_HUlwo/s220/scryeye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281723136867795119.post-8158376199042835349</id><published>2008-09-26T14:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T10:00:56.630-05:00</updated><title type='text'>coffee</title><content type='html'>Honestly, Leon hated being alone. He thought it might be forever before he saw Cher, again. It might very well be. She was definitely giving him the silent treatment at home and anywhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was supposed to be at the Uni, wasn't he? Of course, he could make the grade right from his computer if he wanted. But perhaps, he might see Lux and she might need something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it went in bouts with her. She usually surrounded herself with friends. Mostly Cher. And of course, her cell phone and what not. She was a busy girl. So to speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on occasion, she did have time for him. She did in the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps she just thought of him as intriguing. That was it. Something different. As if she liked foreign things that she'd never admit too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe he'd buy her pie and she'd let him feed it to her. Ha, he thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She seemed back in good with Jonah. It was if he'd never left. Such a pity. Because, he really didn't call that love nor lust. Perhaps a trust fund for the both of them. It was all so irritating. She'd been no fun at all, lately. It was as if she was gearing up for an all time chess game of some sort. A competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there was no sign of Cher, either. It was all beginning to get to him. Maybe he'd go do laundry and watch a peep show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But about that time as he was coming through the plaza he literally bumped into Cher's so called boyfriend. Drex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pencils went flying and Drex's notebook of sketches flung to the cement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So, sorry," Leon said picking up the notebook and saw the nude drawings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I didn't get much sleep last night," Drex nodded. "Its my fault."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"These are quite good, you know," Leon smiled at him. "Drex, right? Cher's friend."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, its you, her housemate-" Drex sounded as if he'd forgotten his name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Leon."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, sorry, I keep forgetting names. Why did I even get up today?" Drex yawned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How about a cup of java to keep you going?" Leon shrugged. There was a Starbuck's right around the corner. "Its the least I could do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OK." Drex yawned once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Stop that, you're making me tired all ready." Leon chuckled as they walked together then to the cafe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry, I have no idea where Cher went last night. Maybe she's avoiding me," Drex said as they walked toward the throng of people, coming and going at the University.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I highly doubt that." Leon assured him. "Perhaps, she was just preoccupied."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally they put in their order and found a booth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I guess so." Drex shrugged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She'll make it up to you, I'm sure." Leon kept smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not sure I want her too," Drex told him as their drinks came. "I mean, I don't want to be a bother. I'd rather not attempt this when maybe there is nothing to attempt, anyway."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What do you mean?" Leon winced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It all seems so forced." Drex confided. "It shouldn't have to be that way."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, maybe you just don't know each other well enough yet," Leon shrugged, wondering what he was getting at. Actually, he didn't want there to be anything. Did he?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He caught Drex studying his face. Leon just smiled. Maybe he didn't really know this Drex at all from the look he was giving him. But then maybe he did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look, maybe, the three of us could go out for dinner, sometime," Leon suggested. "You know, just for a laugh." But then Leon wondered just who would Drex really be laughing with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281723136867795119-8158376199042835349?l=jonahnleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonahnleon.blogspot.com/feeds/8158376199042835349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3281723136867795119&amp;postID=8158376199042835349&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281723136867795119/posts/default/8158376199042835349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281723136867795119/posts/default/8158376199042835349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonahnleon.blogspot.com/2008/09/coffee.html' title='coffee'/><author><name>Bex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GH06OX8rN5s/TWWLrkspLGI/AAAAAAAABC8/8oVpg_HUlwo/s220/scryeye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281723136867795119.post-2865233859715323160</id><published>2008-09-25T03:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T03:49:00.440-05:00</updated><title type='text'>who could it be</title><content type='html'>"CHER!" Lux's voice carried and it made Cher flinch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She tightened the sheet around her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shh." Leon got up tucked their clothes under his bed and pulled the blankets over them. "She never comes in here." he whispered. But she was walking down the hall then. He didn't think she'd dare take another step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leon motioned for Cher to hide under the covers. Quick. On his side. Lower. Well, just enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He fluffed his pillow up, pulled on his wire rim glasses and grabbed a book from the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The door knob turned. He knew he forgot something, but if she wanted in bad enough. She had the key. Lux was coming in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's wrong?" He looked up from his book then as if he didn't care if Lux saw him half naked or anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She went no further than the door. It was hardly enough light for even Leon to see from his reading lamp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Have you seen Cher?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't think so. Didn't she have a date tonight with that Drex fellow?" Leon wince pushing his glasses up more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's just it. Drex can't seem to find her. I was just wondering-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've been studying forever here. That's all." Leon smiled with a shrug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry to bother you." But he could tell Lux was devastated. Cher was her truest friend in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's quite all right." He squirmed just a bit. Honestly, couldn't Lux hurry it up. "Night." Maybe it was morning. Four in the morning, in fact. It wasn't too early for a morning hard on, was it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lux shut the door behind her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leon pushed the heavy covers back and pulled off his glasses. Cher was giggling. Her dark hair in her face. She blew at the sticky sweaty bangs. They hardly budged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So you were really supposed to be with him, aye?" Leon grinned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He makes me depressed." She shrugged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's definitely not the case with me," Leon assured her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281723136867795119-2865233859715323160?l=jonahnleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonahnleon.blogspot.com/feeds/2865233859715323160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3281723136867795119&amp;postID=2865233859715323160&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281723136867795119/posts/default/2865233859715323160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281723136867795119/posts/default/2865233859715323160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonahnleon.blogspot.com/2008/09/who-could-it-be.html' title='who could it be'/><author><name>Bex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GH06OX8rN5s/TWWLrkspLGI/AAAAAAAABC8/8oVpg_HUlwo/s220/scryeye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281723136867795119.post-4661741103727746338</id><published>2008-09-24T03:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T03:29:00.165-05:00</updated><title type='text'>in no time</title><content type='html'>Cher still had her dress on the floor. He hadn't thought where the underwear went. They were smoking now. Sharing one of those little cigarettes. He sat behind her. She rested her arms on his limbs. Leon couldn't resist to smile now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was much more satisfying than he anticipated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How do you do it?" Cher asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do what?" He took the cigarette from her and gave it a tight draw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know?" She was a bit ditsy now. "All this. You're so comfortable in your own skin."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why shouldn't I be?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know. Its just....different for me." Cher sighed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It shouldn't be." He gave her back the cigarette. They shared it til it all ran out. Then he kissed her and she stroked him. Perhaps she knew what he liked, after all. Wouldn't that be amazing, he thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We should do this more often," Leon told her. "Maybe every night. If you're up for it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You think." She looked at him blankly and almost smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You'll be comfortable in your skin in no time." His smile was open as he studied her up close, kissing parts of her he'd missed before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why do I have to like you?" Cher fretted just a little as he touched her where she was tender most, and she wavered just a bit wrapping her arms around him, letting him take what he wanted and how he wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cher fell back on her pillow with ease and a sleepy smile. Her cell phone vibrated and she didn't even know it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281723136867795119-4661741103727746338?l=jonahnleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonahnleon.blogspot.com/feeds/4661741103727746338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3281723136867795119&amp;postID=4661741103727746338&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281723136867795119/posts/default/4661741103727746338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281723136867795119/posts/default/4661741103727746338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonahnleon.blogspot.com/2008/09/in-no-time.html' title='in no time'/><author><name>Bex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GH06OX8rN5s/TWWLrkspLGI/AAAAAAAABC8/8oVpg_HUlwo/s220/scryeye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281723136867795119.post-8021853463579178462</id><published>2008-09-23T04:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T04:39:00.702-05:00</updated><title type='text'>under her skin</title><content type='html'>"So no worries? Right?" They'd Frenched and then some, and Leon knew he shouldn't have spoken so soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It was nothing." She was under him now. Obviously, it was working. The kiss. The touch. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was so, how could he put it. Exotic. Yes, pretty much. Perhaps her tan would have been richer any place else. The West coast. The Riviera. But they were in New York City. They all looked like washed out vampires here. Pity, he thought. Just the same her mother was from India wasn't she or was it her father who was some native of a virgin somewhere. He really wasn't listen. He was absorbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only it still registered in that empty sometimes head of his as just blah, blah, blah....blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, he'd just started this to perhaps make Lux jealous. Had she thought of him at all? Really? So doubtful. It left him sad quite a bit, but this. This was cheering him up quite a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Suppose you made Lux jealous." He wanted to think out loud, but he didn't. Instead he moved in with a kiss and a touch then. And she smiled at him and he savored how she wanted him. If only he could get under her skin. Oh, he would. And adore every bit of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He kissed her eye-lids then her lips, her neck, on to the nipples. But he couldn't stop there. He knew exactly where she needed him the most. Wasn't going to let that go. He'd make it worth her while. She had to stay. She was definitely going to stick around till the wee morning hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leon would definitely see to that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281723136867795119-8021853463579178462?l=jonahnleon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonahnleon.blogspot.com/feeds/8021853463579178462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3281723136867795119&amp;postID=8021853463579178462&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281723136867795119/posts/default/8021853463579178462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281723136867795119/posts/default/8021853463579178462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonahnleon.blogspot.com/2008/09/under-her-skin.html' title='under her skin'/><author><name>Bex</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GH06OX8rN5s/TWWLrkspLGI/AAAAAAAABC8/8oVpg_HUlwo/s220/scryeye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281723136867795119.post-4422863175684435356</id><published>2008-09-22T18:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T20:38:39.314-05:00</updated><title type='text'>just a test</title><content type='html'>They were so close to the real deal. So close. Leon could almost taste it. How come Cher  had to think about Lux so suddenly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were in his room. His world. She had nothing on. Neither did he. And it was sexy and possibly too sexy for Cher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where's Anthony?" She leaned up on her elbows on his bed as if she should escape now. He knew right where to finger her the most and now something was tighter than Fort Knox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How should I know," Leon's smart smile spread across his lean face. "I think he's with the one. Maybe."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The one?" Cher looked puzzled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Its really not worth discussing, actually." He shrugged with a sleepy look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Try me." She puckered her lower lip just a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, I will try you. Believe me, I will try you." He chuckled then toying with tiny cross necklace she wore. His finger dropped between her bare breasts and down her belly. It gave her a shiver. He knew he was on the right track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I really love it when you come to my room." He stared a little but not so much because she was taking him in too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I shouldn't though, I have to stop doing this." She closed her eyes then as if it was all too much. This thing they had going. Which had only lasted all of thirty minutes or so. Up until then they were just smoke buddies. Although, they weren't smoking what Lux supposed they were smoking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why shouldn't you?" He stared at her as if it were a challenge. then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Because, I'm supposed to be dating her boyfriend's brother. That's why?" She began to fidget just a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is he your boyfriend?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"End of story."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But she thinks he is."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If he doesn't think of you that way, then why should you, aye?" 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