Chapter 55: Chapter 55 - The trapeze artist wants to be spoiled
First Leonardo had moved his fingers, and then it was his eyes that remained closed. It was the subtlest movements that left Benjin in a state of alert. And when his eyes finally opened, the trapeze artist felt his poor heart racing like a locomotive out of control.
— Leo, how are you feeling?
The young master's dark eyes seemed to take a moment to focus on Benjin, but soon Leonardo reached out and gently caressed the trapeze artist's face. Not only had that touch been surprising, since Leonardo hardly ever took any initiative, but also his tone of voice and words seemed different than usual.
— Have you been waiting for me for a long time, Ben?
So low and husky and deep. That voice sent shivers through the trapeze artist's entire body, making his heart race restlessly. The heat he felt on his cheek where Leonardo's fingers touched was the greatest proof that Benjin didn't know how to react.
Holding his hand and rubbing his face against the palm, the trapeze artist cracked a thin smile before raising his green eyes to Leonardo.
— I behaved myself, Leo. I kept waiting and didn't let anyone come to disturb you.
Leonardo had laughed low and hoarse, adding to Benjin's goosebumps. His hand went to his bleached hair, stroking it gently.
— Good boy. You deserve a reward for being so well-behaved when your master is away.
Ah.
Benjin would go mad.
When Leonardo held his face with both hands and kissed his lips, Benjin could only imagine that he would soon explode with such happiness. And that was precisely why the trapeze artist had embraced his young master to reciprocate the simple kiss.
Afraid as he was, Benjin had not allowed Leonardo to get away from him with just a kiss. He had been even too patient for the brunette to wake up in his own time. Even though he had missed touching his body, feeling his warmth and kisses, Benjin had been patient in holding back.
Now no longer.
Sliding his warm tongue between Leonardo's lips, Benjin didn't delay in deepening the kiss and hugging the brunette tightly. His hands, curious as ever, were soon sliding down Leonardo's back and grasping his waist where he had squeezed him tightly until he heard a gasp escape between the kisses.
He explored that hot and humid mouth until he drew sighs. And when he pulled away, he glimpsed Leonardo so surrendered and flushed, it only made his desire grow more and more intense. Only, before Benjin attacked his lips again, Leonardo had covered the trapeze artist's mouth with the palm of his hand.
— Impatient puppet. Get a hold of yourself, you pervert.
Benjin whimpered, denying with his head, making Leonardo laugh.
— Don't be mean to me, Leo! You said I was a good boy and I deserve a reward.
— If I let you go on, you will eat me alive. And I'm starving to death right now.
Again the trapeze artist whimpered, leaning his head against his young master's chest. With a pout on his lips, he received only a stroking of his hair as comfort from having his little pleasure taken away from him.
Still he was happy.
Some time later, Leonardo had already showered and changed, leaving aside his usual sweatshirt to put on ripped jeans and a white social shirt. The wet and messy dark hair was Benjin's perdition. His young master was impeccable.
When the two arrived in the kitchen, Benjin promptly pulled out the chair for Leonardo, receiving an amused smile and another stroke of his hair as a thank you.
By golly, Leonardo looked gorgeous with that smile and all mature aura.
Soon Benjin was going to die of the heart. He could barely contain the blush on his cheeks and his heartbeat inside his chest.
And to receive even more praise from his young master, the trapeze artist continued to serve him. He prepared a quick meal for him, poured him a glass of lemon juice and sat down on his side where he watched him eat quietly.
— How is it, Leo? Does it taste good?
Leonardo had looked at the trapeze artist and agreed with his head. However, Benjin continued to stare at him anxiously, making the other laugh softly and go back to stroking his hair gently.
— You look like a dog that wants to be petted by its owner.
— Auau!
The young master laughed amused, which only increased Benjin's elation. He wanted to say more funny things, to please him even more. He wanted to be pampered by Leonardo and be the only one to receive his attention. If he continued to make him feel good, then their relationship would deepen more and more, wouldn't it?
— Young master, I see you have woken up.
Leonardo and Benjin looked at the kitchen entrance, where Vicente was standing next to the girl.
— Oh, I was forgetting about her — Leonardo murmured, raising his hand in a silent invitation for the two of them to approach — Tell me the news.
Vicente removed the small dark agenda from his overcoat, pulling the golden bookmark to open the page he wanted and then began to read. Without blinking, without questioning the sudden change in his young master's behaviour and atmosphere. Just obeying him as if nothing had happened.
— The restaurants that the young master contacted a few weeks ago have already signed a contract and came to check the square to choose the places and start their preparations.
— I should go check it out then — Leonardo murmured, continuing to eat, soon noticing the girl's curious look — Are you better?
The girl agreed with her head, hiding behind Vicente looking embarrassed.
— Have we found out her name or any information?
— No sir.
— Shall I give her a name then, while she is with us? — Leonardo leaned his elbow on the table and pondered for a moment. Benjin sighed in displeasure at not having his young master's attention — Viola? What do you think about being called Viola?
The girl slowly widened her eyes, nodding several times until she stole a laugh from Leonardo. The dark man also stroked the girl's hair, who blushed intensely without leaving Vicente.
— You seem to like it. Keep looking after her, Vicente.
— As you wish, young master.
Benjin had grimaced as he stepped away from the table and crossed his arms. The girl had done nothing and even earned that affection. It seemed so unfair.
— Good. Let's go to the square then.
The trapeze artist hurried to hold Leonardo's arm, preventing him from getting up from the table. With dark eyes in his direction, Benjin's lips pursed.
— Why are you already going to stuff yourself with work? You just woke up, Leo.
— Shouldn't you be rehearsing, Ben?
Shutting up immediately, Benjin looked away shamelessly. Well, well, someone seemed to have skipped work to be pampered by his boss. Vincent just shook his head, already used to the ease with which the trapeze artist could make excuses to stay with Leonardo.
— Go rehearse, Ben. Then I'll come by the circus to pick you up.
Immediately Benjin got up from his chair, holding Leonardo's hands.
— That's not fair! Just this once, just today, let me stay by your side, hm?
— Why?
— Because I want to! Otherwise I'll sleep with you at the circus—
Leonardo quickly covered Benjin's mouth. Sighing, the brunette agreed with his head.
— Damn, I can't go easy on you, you're already showing your claws. Let's go then, we have a lot to see.
Benjin smiled victorious when Leonardo left the kitchen. Staying behind Vicente, the trapeze artist signed, shoving his hands in his trousers pocket until he heard the clown's whisper.
— He really is different. It seems that you have not given him all your energy.
Looking at Vincent, Benjin smiled sweetly.
— Isn't that my spell? If it is to protect him, nothing better than to make him mine. Now come on, I really want to see Leo working, it must be so sexy.
Vincent huffed in dismay, following the trapeze artist.
And just as Benjin had imagined, Leonardo was definitely sexy when he concentrated on his work.
The food court was almost ready. He just needed to finish the restaurant installations and take care of the presentation for the inauguration. Benjin walked around the square staring at the small carousel in the middle, where Viola was staring at a unicorn as if she wanted to climb on it. The tables were arranged around the square, organised and still plastered. Around the square, the spaces where the restaurants would be, which were already arranged by the employees.
That part was still a mess, but Benjin believed that everything was in order, since his young master had not expressed any concern. As he watched him carefully, he couldn't help but sigh when Leonardo folded the sleeves of his shirt up to the elbow, the veins on his arms were visible and sensual, making the trapeze artist swallow dryly.
He wanted to touch him.
Covering his mouth, as if it was enough to stifle the sudden desire, Benjin stared at Leonardo from a safe distance.
If he took a step, he would surely push him into some corner and swallow his every moan. He would possess him by satisfying his every desire, making Leonardo call out to him and ask for more. Benjin would dominate him to the point that he wouldn't pay attention to anyone else.
When their eyes met, Benjin had blinked at the brunette who let out a nasalized laugh and continued talking to Vincent.
He was receptive. He was no longer going to refuse him. He had noticed this when his nickname had sounded through his mouth.
It had been a real challenge to remain there without showing his every desire. But he hadn't stopped following Leonardo closely, until at a certain moment he had to, at least, hold his hand and interlace their fingers. As if there was an intense need to touch him in some way.
And lucky for him, Leonardo had not complained. They continued holding hands until they left the food court and headed for the park.
Benjin would glare at Leonardo when they were in public. Two men holding hands in an amusement park. They were certainly attracting stares, especially as the trapeze artist expressed his euphoria well through his rosy cheeks.
— Don't you feel strange, Leo?
— About what?
Raising his hands, Benjin had stared at him expectantly. Maybe Leonardo hadn't realised they were still holding hands, as he kept chattering about work with Vicente.
But... what if he got uncomfortable?
What if he wanted to keep his hands apart and not let them touch in public anymore?
Leonardo seemed to be shy about that.
However, to his surprise, the boy had not undone the touch.
— I'm fine, what about you? Do you want to let go of my hand?
Immediately Benjin denied it with his head.
— No, never, never! I want to be like this forever, Leo!
Leonardo laughed, leaning down to kiss Benjin's cheek.
There.
The trapeze artist would die of a heart attack.
The happiness would barely fit in his chest. It was too much for him. At the same time he wanted more and more. He even muffled his euphoric shout, drawing an amused laugh from Leonardo.
He was being provoked!
In public!
How daring!
— And isn't he really a faggot?
Leonardo had stopped walking, as had the others who were with him, when they saw a tall, grotesque man standing next to a small group, smiling shamelessly at the brunette. Benjin had felt Leonardo's hand turn icy and squeeze his fingers, spying from a corner his lover's reaction.
He was calm even as he sighed.
— Why are you here, Alex?
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