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Hop could never have pinpointed exactly when his feelings changed from mindless brother to brother adoration to something far more shameful and erotic. That being said… it wasn’t all like that. It wasn’t all sweat and lidded eyes and tacky skin. There was this feeling that had been there for far too long. This crushing weight on Hop’s abdomen that it seemed like only Leon could make go away. Like the world wasn’t right when Hop’s older brother wasn’t around. The heaviness and the fuzz at the edges of his brain. Hop wondered if Leon even thought about him half as much as he thought about Leon. It didn’t seem fair, fair for Hop to care so much about someone so unattainable.
But then again, he was right there. He was always right there. And now, literally, he was. Right. There.
“Lee…!” Hop choked through his surprise. God, it was such a wreaked, tiny sound, but Leon turned around and gave him a look of pure adoration all the same.
“Ey, Hopscotch!” Leon threw his arms wide, kicking his suitcase out of the way for Hop to barrel down the stairs and straight into his arms.
And it was just like that, every time. Coming into Leon’s arms was like wiping off smudged glass, the world got three shades brighter. Hop’s limbs felt like a weight was lifted off them. Every scent, touch, taste, and view seemed more vivid, more real, more amazing. Leon was a drug and Hop had been hopelessly dependent on it for god knows how long. Hop could feel the rumble through his whole body when Leon laughed, still holding him close to his chest.
“I missed you so much, Hop.” Leon pulled back a little to look Hop in the eyes and Hop could feel his head swim. Leon’s smile was so bright, brimming with pride and love and it was for him. Hop, his little brother, who he loves and missed, and Hop needed to sit down. Leon’s golden eyes were like caramel, deep and rich and difficult to get out of- Hop pried his own away in favor of looking at the floor sheepishly.
“Missed you too, Lee.”
Leon seemed to get the hint and put his little brother down, still maintaining a hand on Hop’s shoulder though, which Hop was secretly was thankful for. Despite the dizziness being held always brought with it, Hop didn’t want to stop touching Leon. Like, ever, if possible.
Still looking down, but Hop could feel something all too familiar boring into his face. Leon had that habit, this look he would give people sometimes. So calculating, Hop described it like Leon was looking right through your skull into your brain. Hop equal parts loved and hated it. Loved the attention, hated what Leon might see in there.
Hop braved a glance back up at his older brother- his suspicions about the look confirmed, but Leon seemed to break out of his trance when Hop meet eyes with him again.
Leon broke into a child-like smile, the one he only wore when he was trying to keep a secret but he was too excited not to spill it.
“You have a surprise for me?” Hop guessed, curling his hands into fists and hitting them playfully on Leon’s chest, trying to ignore the firmness under every touch.
“Mmmmmmmaaaayybbbeeeee….!” Leon twisted his body to slip past Hop and grab his bags, moving a few steps up the stairs before turning back. “Let me at least get settled, eh?”
“YOU DO!” Hop beamed, jittering and following Leon up the stairs. “I CAN TELL! You’re a terrible actor, Lee!”
Leon touched a gloved finger to his lips in mock thought. “You think so?? Hmm… maybe I do have nothing for you.”
“That’s just mean!” Hop yelled, trying push Leon up the stairs. Ah, all the nerves in his hands were sparking where they connected to Leon’s back. That was fine.
“A mean person wouldn’t have a gift for their younger brother.” Leon stuck up his nose and strutted to his room, opening the door dramatically.
“You are a bully.” Hop was still smiling, too wide. Ah, was he smiling too much?
“Am I?” Leon’s demeanor changed just a bit, just enough to throw Hop off. He still had a playful look in his eyes but… something was different. His expression was the same unreadable one he had worn at breakfast that one time. The hand-on-thigh time. It was like there was some firewall in Leon’s brain built up so that Hop’s usual broadcast of everything Leon was thinking, always, was just shut off suddenly. Only ever this, this expression… it was jarring, and Hop froze.
Leon continued into his room, and the moment was over.
Hop stumbled blindly to the door, peaking in to the familiar room and relishing in the sight of a real flesh and blood human person standing admits the furniture and shelves and shelves of snapbacks. Real flesh and blood Leon. Not just the ghost of the man Hop would chase through his daydreams, the real one. Right there. Just for him.
Hop gazed dreamily from the doorway as Leon threw his suitcase on the bed and bent to unzip it. The suitcase was older, a few years at least. Leon didn’t have to travel too much, but enough that time has worn it out. The fabric was visibly thin in a few spots, the armature dented from who knows what, and, the current issue, the zipper seemed to stick in a few spots.
However, Hop couldn’t have thanked the Zipper enough, because as Leon sent about trying to unstick it he bit his bottom lip in frustration. So focused, like Hop wasn’t even there, he grunted in dismay in a way that Hops should not have found attractive, but he did. Of course, he did. Everything Leon did was fucking attractive for no good goddamn reason. Hop hated him.
“There we are…” Leon muttered, finally getting the case to glide open. Hop mourned the loss of seeing Leon’s bicep flex and unflex trying to get the stuck metal to give.
Leon took a few snapbacks out of his bag and carefully added them to the shelves on his walls.
“Gee, need a few more up there?” Hop joked, smiling to himself.
“Yeah, actually, I do, thanks!” Leon bit back, a competitive grin on his face. “I have absolutely no idea what Mom will get me for my Birthday this year. Not a clue. Not even the slightest hint.”
Hop laughed. “Hmmmmm… I don’t know man. She never gets you the same thing.”
“Completely unrelated thought-” Leon interjected, dramatically raising one eyebrow. “Maybe I should put in another snapback shelf. Maybe. I don’t know. Not related to gifts mom gives me whatsoever.”
“Right, Right., wouldn’t want to be caught off guard just in case someone-who’s definetly not our dear mother- gets you a snapback for some reason, like, your birthday, or whatever.”
“MOM?” Leon was yelling now, his movements overexaggerated. He pranced around the room with mock-surprise on his face, swishing his cape. “OUR MOTHER? Buy me, a snapback??? NO…. Never.”
“You’re right.” Hop giggled, shaking his head. “That would never ever happen. Maybe still build the shelf though.”
“It’s always good to be prepared!” Leon winked, unclasping his cape to lay it out on his bed. “Hm. Ok.”
“Ok?”
Leon gave that million-dollar smile. “That’s enough unpacking, huh?”
“That- You barely did anything!” Hop snickered, gesturing to the still-full suitcase sitting heavy on the duvet.
“Yeah-Well-!” Lee paused, mouth open, crooked smile, obviously trying to think of some sort of defense. “Well! It’s my surprise, and I decide when it’s surprise time.”
Hop felt high, his brain was buzzing in his head and he just couldn’t stop giggling. “Oh, Oh? Surprise time?”
“Surprise time!” Leon grabbed something out of the top of his bag and paraded over to Hop, standing in the doorway. “Check it out!”
Hop stared for a second at what Leon was presenting him with, still excited but slightly dumbstruck. “Spa… reservations? I mean yeah, Yeah! That sounds fun.”
“Not for us.” Leon raised his eyebrows for intrigue.
Hop stared at him a second. Well, Hop stared at Leon all the time, but for the life of him he couldn’t figure out what his older brother was planning.
Lee seemed to pick up on that. “It’s for mom!”
Hop felt his heart melt again, sort of disappointed not to see Leon in a towel rubbed down in oil, but equally infatuated with is dumb, kind heart. “Lee that’s so sweet! She’ll love it.”
“I know.” Leon stepped back in satisfaction. “Because she’s there now~, I already gave it to her. You know what that means?”
Hop blinked, suddenly trying to decipher a much more complex puzzle. “It… it means?”
“It means…” Leon bent and scoped Hop up again, bridal style this time, and started swinging him around in little circles. “That Mr. Champion of the Galar region can treat his little bro to any meal he wants for dinner!”
Hop yelped, dizzy with the contact high and absolutely enjoying himself. Lee’s damn big arms. At this angle, Hop had to put a hand on Leon’s chest to steady himself, and he could feel the steady heartbeat through the Champion Jersey. Gentle, methodical thrumming. Hop felt like his own heart was leaping in an attempt to match it.
“Anywhere I want??” Hop asked, awestruck.
“Anywhere!” Leon raised Hop up a little more, before swinging him around one last time and placing him on his feet. “Money is no object; we can get a cab! Use your imagination!”
Hop swayed, dep I though yet somehow, simultaneously, unable to think. “Anywhere…”
“You stew on that, Hopscotch. I should actually finish unpacking, I got excited.” Leon gave Hop an approving pat on the shoulder and walked back to his suitcase.
Hop felt rooted to the spot. But that was fine. This was fine. Hop was fine.
Watching Leon unpack was therapeutic. He hummed the battle music that’s always blaring when he fights, and Hop found himself chiming in sometimes too. Mostly, Hop was feeling drunk on power. Both Having Leon back and being able to choose where they had dinner. Very, very exciting things.
On one hand, Hop could pick some super high end restaurant with a big ‘ol bill just to tease Leon, but Hop didn’t really feel like dressing up. Suit Leon was tempting. Tempting…
Or, maybe some place smaller? Hop mostly knew the nearby ones, but that could be fun, sentimental. That could be nice.
Or? Or.
Hop grinned. “Lee?”
Leon turned from his dresser where he was putting away his pants, “Yeah, Hop? You know what you want?”
Hop pointedly avoided looking at Leon when he answered, flushed at the suggestive wording of the question. “Y-yes. Duh.”
“What’ll it be then?” Leon crooned, standing up fully and smiling, hands on his hips. “Gonna make me use an arm and a leg?”
“In a way…” Hop teased, shuffling his feet, a feint of shyness. “I want you to cook.”
Leon seemed to short circuit, his smile plastered on but a look of utter horror in his eyes. “Me?? Hop are you sure?? You want something edible, right?”
Hop couldn’t help but lean back against the wall in laughter, still trying to look serious. “I think it would be fun, you said I could pick anything!”
Leon sighed in defeat. “Ok, ok, I’ll try. But if I burn the house down don’t tell Mom.”
Despite his attempted edgy demeanor, Hop was unable to stop the full giddy smile from spreading across his face, blush high in his cheeks. Leon matched it with a roll of his eyes, the corner of his mouth twitching upwards in a smirk.
“I knew you were gonna pull something.” Leon shook his head.
“Oh sure!” Hop scoffed, narrowing his eyes, still feeling the heat all down his neck.
“I did! You always do-“
“There’s no way!” Hop raised his hand as if to shush Leon, who swayed his weight between his feet, still shaking his head.
“I knew the moment I thought of the gift.”
Hop shook his head overdramatically, tailing Leon as the older turned back towards his suitcase. “You knew instantly that I would ask you to cook? Specifically that?”
Leon hesitated, moving his hands up and down like he was weighing two options. “Well-“
“Well? Yeah?”
Hop weathered a gentle cuff to the shoulder from Lee, who shook his head again in denial, his argument growing weaker by the second. He paused and looked back at Hop, aura mischievous.
“Ya always think of the wildest things, Hopscotch.” Hop scrunched his nose as a large, firm hand planted itself in his hair and ruffled it.
And there Leon was again, knocking the air out of Hops lungs with the simplest of words, the softest of looks. The way the older man sighed, his eyes just brimming with this unreadable emotion, trained directly on Hop, like no one else existed. “Your brain… sometimes.”
The air in the room started to still, Hop couldn’t tell if he was holding his breath and Leon, with the gentlest manor, smoothed Hop’s unruly bangs to the side. “Sometimes I wonder what’s goin’ on in there. Make’s you think of that.”
His thumb trailed gently against the soft skin of Hop’s blush pink cheeks, resting on top of the younger’s cheekbone. “Wonder what else you think about all day…”
Absently, Hop was aware that his soul was on it’s way to it’s final resting place, and he reeled it back into his body with much haste to stutter backwards towards the door. “I-I-I’m gonna. Pick. The recipe! For you to, uh-to make.”
“Oh.” Leon again had that look. Unreadable. Unusual. Not malicious or scary but weird just how out of place it seemed on such a familiar face. “Ok.”
“Gotta make sure we have, the, the stuff. The Ingredients. For it.” Hop wondered if Leon thought he was walking weird. Hop wondered if Leon could tell he was at half mast.
“Yeah, Sure, Uh-“
“You, just- finish unpacking.”
“I can go to the store, too.” Leon offered, the tone sounded correct, but his expression was still off.
“Right- Good!”
“If we need something.”
“-Yeah. Yeah. Ok.” Hop curled his torso around the doorframe so his lower half was hidden safely in the hallway.
“Ok.”
“I’ll be downstairs then.”
“Ok.” Leon smiled, just barely, a twitch at the corners of his mouth, and Hop nearly missed it as he spun on his heels towards the stairs.
The kitchen. The fucking kitchen? Why didn’t Hop say he had like, Homework? Something he needed privacy for and would happen in a location that wasn’t the goddamn fucking center of the house. Hop burned. Hop ached. For a big hand to hold the side of his face and kind gentle eyes to look into and a rumbling, teasing laugh. Hop ached for something he had in his hands. He had it and he held it but he could never really touch it, never really hold it the way he wanted and that almost made holding it normally hurt worse. It made this swollen, tender ache that started in his abdomen and spread to all his limbs until every movement thrummed with this low-level pain of yearning and desperation. Wanting to feel. To hold.
The only thing Hop wanted more than Leon completely was to be able to keep the parts of Leon he had loved and cherished his whole life. The brother and the mentor and the role model and the goofball. But god, what Hop would give to have the beast of firm hands and low grunts that so persistently haunted his unconscious moments. Hop would give anything- almost, anything. Anything but the rest of Leon. Anything but that love that came from care and hurt and time. Not physical, not aggressive, but dogged and constant and powerful.
Hop slumped, hopelessly, over the kitchen counter and buried his face in his hands. Why isn’t it enough, why do I need it all? Why couldn’t it be anyone else?
But Hop could barely entertain that- anyone else. Come on. It would never be anyone else. And so, with a resigned sigh, Hop subtly adjusted the elastic of his underwear and grabbed for the recipe book on the shelf. Anyone else was someone else. Leon was Leon.
Despite the comments about his increasing height, Hop still found himself straining to reach the recipe book. The good one- it’s frequent use obvious by the yellowed pages and worn spine, laid horizontal across the tops of its lesser touched peers. Was it a gift? Family heir loom? Hop recalled his mother telling him at one point, maybe recounting the story when they had guests for dinner, but he had only been half listening.
All his favorite comfort foods where hidden somewhere in those dog-eared pages, if he could only stretch his fingers enough to nudge it towards him. He desperately hoped he could spare his ego having to climb onto the counter, but it was starting to look like that might be the only option. Hop resolved himself to give it one last college try before sinking to that level. Almost-Almost- Oh. Oh.
Hop bit back a strangled noise at the unexpected friction of his crotch against the edge of the kitchen counter. Worrying his bottom lip, Hop eased himself back and took a quick breath, starring dead eyes at the book still looming above him. The faded scripted writing taunted him from its high vantage point, daring him to rub up against the counter again.
Knowing he was setting himself up for failure, Hop surged forward again, sucking in air through his teeth as his breath hitched. This was dumb. This was beyond self-destructive. Hop watched almost helplessly as his outreached hand curled into a fist and came down to clutch the end of the counter. He twitched his hips just barely, melting forward with a tiny, hopeless whine.
“Hop?”
Hop jumped, skittering backwards from the counter and trying to turn so quickly he whacked into one of the chairs and cried out in pain.
“Woah there, bugger! Damn!” Leon approached with nothing less than his usual zeal, not betraying that he noticed anything. “Forgive me for assuming a dude my size can’t sneak up on people, it doesn’t happen a lot.”
There he was, just joking, and looking all concerned, and trying to help, and getting so close and Hop just let out the most distressed, terrified wail and flinched away from his touches.
Leon’s eyebrows knit in worry. “You good, Hop?”
Hop was shaking, proper shaking and even though Leon didn’t seem like he saw anything Hop was burnt red in embarrassment and his pants were still tight despite him getting off not twenty minutes ago and how long until Leon noticed and he couldn’t even get the fucking cookbook off the shelf, and, and, and-
Hop started to cry.
Lee made a low, keening noise and leaned down further, smoothing a comforting hand over Hops shoulder and rubbing in small circular motions. Hop sniffed and contorted, half his body trying to shrink away from the touch and the other half chasing it.
“Hopscotch, … what happened?” Leon’s voice was low and gentle, like he was trying to comfort a scared animal. Like Hop was one of his Pokémon. Hop whined and tried to stave off a fresh wave of tears at the comparison.
And then, then Leon tried to take Hop in for a hug. Hop wanted that contact, god knows he did, but the tent in his jeans was pressing and adamant and Hop planted his hands on Leon’s shoulders and tried to push him away, crying harder.
Leon looked truly terrified by this turn of events, it was such an out of character move for Hop and the older looked like he was desperately trying to read the situation. He looked so confused and concerned and Hop felt guilt and anger welling up inside him and god fucking damnit why was this a whole thing now why did he have to make it a whole thing hes about to ruin everything, and-
“Hop, Hop, Hop, shhh-shhh-shhh, you’re ok, It’s ok.” Leon was still speaking softly, gently, his arms twitched at his sides betraying his instincts to embrace his younger brother, but he attempted to advise by Hop’s apparent wishes that he stay away.
“’s not.” Hop buried his face in his arms, staring at the wood floor of the kitchen. “’s not ok!”
“… why not?” There was a gentle scrape of Leon’s clothes on the floor as he scooted just the tiniest bit closer to Hop.
Hop wiped his eyes on his sleeves, his face feeling prickly hot and suffocating. “I messed everything up, I ruined everything- I’m! I’m so-“
“Hey, Hey, Hey- Hold on, No!” Leon spoke softly but firmly, his words kind but absolute. “I will not take this slander of my amazing baby brother in my house.”
“-Lee-“ Hop whined, looking up only to catch Leon’s intense gaze. So fiercely kind. So protective, and loving, and sincere. He really loves me. He really loves me and I’m disgusting.
Hop choked around his complaints, and Leon slowly, carefully leaned in to hug him. It was warm, like laying in the sun. But it was better. Sunshine didn’t have soft hair that brushed against your face, sunshine didn’t have a gentle calming musk. Sunshine didn’t have a heartbeat, thrumming steadily under strong tan skin in networks of flesh and bone and blood. Sunshine didn’t have shit on Hop’s older brother.
But then Leon started to pull Hop into his lap- likely a more comfortable position for them both- but Hop knew what would happen if he did and he started to thrash, started to squirm but he wasn’t fast enough, he wasn’t and Leon froze.
He froze. And Hops blood ran cold and he kicked and twisted blindly, irgnoring when Leon seemed to wake into action again, Hop tore himself from Leon’s arms and stumbled into a sprint towards the stairs.
“Hop!” Leon cried out, his voice sounded so much different than the gentle tone he had been using just a second ago, and it stung, it hurt. Hop wanted to die right then. He could not live through this. He couldn’t live through Leon being disgusted but being too nice to be mean and trying so hard and. And just. Treating him different.
But Hop had socks on, and they slid on the slick hardwood, he grappled for the handrail to keep himself up but still mostly fell in his haste, giving Leon time to gain on him from the kitchen.
“Hop, slow down! It’s-“ Leon tried to reach out and Hop ducked out of his way, tears starting up anew. “It’s, okay!”
Like, knives, knives in the gut, all of Leon’s words and Hop wanted to lock himself away forever, gone to never be found or judged. He scrambled up the stairs as fast as he could, basically on all fours, but Leon was right behind him.
Big hands. Sharp reflexes. Undefeated. Leon caught Hop right outside the younger’s bedroom door, basically pinning him to the wall- Hop yelped in surprise.
“Hop.” Leon had a stern look, and Hop withered away from it. Hop’s heart felt like it might beat right out of his chest.
“Hop, look at me.” Instead, he screwed his eyes shut.
“Hopscotch.” Hop felt large, warm hands gently turn his chin, and let his eyes open slowly.
And Leon… Leon was smiling, gently, a disheveled but ultimately amused look on his face.
“You might very well be the tightest wound person I’ve ever met- cryin’ over a boner.” Leon chuckled, his mouth quirking into a smile. “You’re a teenage boy, Hop, It’s gonna happen.”
Hop felt his face heat up, different than the blistering prickle from crying, the sharp heat of embarrassment. “-N-no! I!”
Leon took a small step back, seemingly deducing from his response that the younger would not try to run away again.
“It’s normal Hop.” He was smiling down at Hop so fondly, obviously relishing in Hop’s embarrassment. “You’re not ruining anything, silly.”
“No, I- You-!” Hop stared at Leon, so trusting and kind and he couldn’t take it, he couldn’t. “It’s not the b- It’s. It’s why!”
“It’s… why?” Leon cocked his head slightly, still smiling.
Hop just stared at him, helplessly, tears still slipping down his blushed cheeks.
There was a long silence.
“You…” Leon squinted, chuckling. “Got’a weird fetish or something?”
Hop could sense that Leon was growing nervous. Joking like that, he was trying to lighten the mood, not realizing how close to correct he was. Hop just stared, bowing his head more, eyes watering.
“C’mon Hop whadda-ya….” Lee kept his gaze, a million questions running behind his eyes.
Leon faltered. He ran a hand through his hair and looked at the floor, his voice suddenly huskier. “Tell me I’m reading this wrong.”
Hop flexed his fingers, bracing for the worst.
“Hop.” Leon made eye contact again. “Tell me I’ve got this wrong.”
Leon’s voice was smaller. Quieter. His smile was gone and now he wore that look, that unreadable expression, and it made Hop shiver through his core.
But then. Then Leon stepped closer, careening his head a little, crowding Hop back against the wall.
“If you don’t correct me…” His golden eyes were brimming with some unknown emotion, He swallowed thickly. “I could. I could get the wrong idea.”
Hop was frozen, terrified of how Leon would react.
“C’mon, Hop.” His voice was so low, a whisper. “Don’t. Don’t let me.”
Leon kissed him.
Leon. Champion of Galar. Undefeated. Swooned over. Took Hops chin gently in his fingers and lead it to his mouth. Hop was frozen. The warmth, the stubble, the way Leon towered over him, bent to meet their lips. Soft and warm and sweet. And it was real. Really real. They broke and Hop stumbled back into the wall in a daze.
“Y-You?” Hop could barely form words, his expression desperate, pleading.
“’M sorry, Hopscotch.” Leon’s voice was so low, it grumbled out of him like he had to force it. His eyes were soft and vulnerable, head bowed and tilted, not far from Hop’s own. “Always’s been, I…”
Hop couldn’t breathe, he couldn’t think. Time was this thick fluid he couldn’t wade through, the seconds ticked like hours as he let the gravity of what he was being told overcome him.
He raised his hands- they were normal sized, but Leon made everything look so small, he just did – and gently cupped the older mans face. Warm, soft skin, the satisfying rough drag of his facial hair. Leon leaned forward into the touch, and the wall hiding the emotions in his eyes seemed to break. He looked scared, sorry. He looked worried and fearful and, and- he looked like he could stare at Hop forever. His eyes welled with love, cautious, terrified love. Hop could feel how his heart was beating rapidly, but he breathed evenly despite it. Hop could not take it.
Just like that time sped up, as Hop crashed full force into the very object of his desire for the second time. Leon let out a small, surprised hum but reciprocated eagerly. Hop was clumsy, shaking with relief and fear all the same. Leon cupped at his sides with his stupid, giant hands, smoothing them down Hop’s quaking muscles.
“Me too, Lee- I, I” Hop sputtered between kisses, feeling as Leon shifted to grab him by the thighs and pull him up. He slung his arms around Leon’s neck, but couldn’t bear to keep them there when there was so much skin to explore. “-So scared. So worried you, that ya’d think I’m gross, or- And I-“
Leon pushed forward until Hop’s door gave way, walking into Hop’s room while carrying him easily. He placed Hop down at the foot of the bed despite Hop’s grunts of disapproval and desperate attempts to cling to his torso. Leon leaned over Hop again, placing a hand on either side of him, caging him in. He looked directly into the younger’s eyes.
“I could never think you’re gross Hop. Never” Leon leaned forward and placed a kiss on Hop’s forehead, which made him whine. “You’re gorgeous,” He kissed Hop’s right check. “Gorgeous,” then the left. “So handsome, Hop.”
“Lee” Hop breathed. It was so easy to say. So easy Hop could barely believe it. Loving Leon was like falling asleep, easy, and safe and so, so natural. Hop could just lose himself in it. And god, he did.
Leon began to straighten up, but, sensing where he was going, Hop grabbed his shirt desperately in his fists. “Lee, Lee, please-!”
“’S Okay Hop, we should give it a rest, eh-“
“I want you.”
Leon froze, his eyebrows knitting together as he held eye contact with Hop. Hop could tell he probably looked so wrecked. Hair messed; face flushed. His eyes were watery, and he kept squirming where he sat, desperate for friction. Please Please Please Please. He knew he had already been given a miracle today. But hell. He was feeling power hungry.
Hop could see the emotions flash in Leon’s eyes, the way his pupils dilated despite himself. “Hop, You- that’s. You don’t know what you’re asking for… this is, we’ve already…”
Hop knew what Leon was trying to say. We’ve already taken this too far, can’t you tell?
And yeah, Hop could tell. And yet, he couldn’t let this moment escape him. He had never been able to love Leon halfway. Deep down he knew Leon knew that, and he hoped Leon felt that same- that he was just trying to be the voice of reason here.
Hop took a deep breath, and, holding eye contact, scooted back on the bed a little bit. He exhaled slowly and trailed his hand down to his crotch to rub at his erection, reveling in the way Leon’s gaze trailed it. Hop rubbed a little harder and let a small moan tumble from him lips, earning a desperate and gruff grunt from Leon in return.
“-Need you,” Hop pushed a little harder and felt his hips buck into his shaking palm.
Leon surged froward, pushing Hop up until he lay completely out on the bed. Leon was breathing heavily, his expression desperate, as he aligned himself and ground his hips down onto Hop’s. Hop keened at the hardness he felt there, his eyes watering with gratitude as he groped at the broad shoulders towering over him. Lee tucked his face into the crook of Hop’s neck and peppered little kisses to collect the beads of sweat collecting on his brothers’ skin.
“That’s just not fair…” Leon grunted, annoyed affection painted on his face. “How am I supposed to say no to that?”
Hop pulled back for a second, grinning, his chest full of affection. “’You’re not s‘posed to.”
“Yes, boss,” Leon smiled back, and planted a kiss on Hop’s cheekbone.
Hop snaked a hand down towards Leons groin, and Leon jerked back with a hiss, a cautionary look in his eyes. Blood pounding, Hop used the space Leon has freed up to prop himself more upright, and slowly start to slide off his jeans.
Leon tilted his head in warning, but Hop knew better than that now. He shimmed until his pants and socks were off, then hooked his underwear in his thumbs and pushed it down too. Leon tried not to react, Hop could tell, but the older subtly bit his lip.
Hop laid down again in a silent challenge, and felt another rush of adrenaline as Leon relented to ease forward again. Leon’s hand hovered briefly over his torso, before finally snaking up his lose T-shirt and again rubbing across Hop’s abs and sides. It was such a tender, loving touch. Like Leon was trying to memorize the very shape of him. Little did Hop know, he was.
Tingles raced down Hop’s spine as Leon ghosted his hand over Hop’s reddened and leaking erection. Leon bit back a smile at the novelty size comparison, fascinated with how well it fit in his hands. Hop moaned and canted his hips into Leon’s touch, relishing the rough, calloused fingers and warm enveloping.
“My Hop…” Leon purred encouragingly as Hop mewled and bucked into his touch, giddy with the attention.
This was so much more than when Hop touched himself, so much more than even when he thought of Leon. OF course it was, given he had the main article… but even so. The careful motions of his brother’s hands sent power surges through Hop’s veins that his muscles tighten and his toes curl. The steady, unwavering gaze and praise added to that telltale buzz that made Hop feel so lightheaded it was like he was floating away. His face was hot with blush and exertion, skin prickling with the itchy heat of his racing blood as he twitched and squirmed, putty in Leon’s hands.
“S-So good.” Hop hid his face in the crook of his elbow, feeling his thigs start to burn with how tightly he was holding the muscles in them. “Lee ‘yer so good, good at everythin-ngg-!”
Leon made a gentle shushing noise and planted a kiss in the middle of Hop’s chest. “You look perfect.” He whispered, like it was almost to himself and not the boy beneath him. “Perfect for me, Hop.”
Having sought after Leon’s expert focus for so long, this was so… was it gratifying? The thing was, Hop never really had to try. He did not have competition, Leon adored him. But Hop also refused to ask for the attention Leon would so readily give to him. He refused to come off as clingy or selfish so he sat, quietly to the side brimming with this adoration and jealousy and possessiveness he would never let himself act on.
But here was Leon, seemly forgetting to blink for lack of not wanting to miss even a millisecond of what he saw before him. And Hop melted back into the sheets, feeling vindicated in a way he would never know how to describe.
Hop could feel it building, the satisfying way his abdomen tightened, threatening release with every wave of new stimulation Leon’s dutiful hand provided. He wanted it, badly, but he needed something else first.
“Ngh- L-Lee, Wait, Hol-hold on.” Hop batted weakly at Leon’s hands, seeming to shake the older from his trance, and Leon backed off with slight confusion.
“Hopscotch was I hurting you? Are you ok?” Leon leaned forward a little, fear and guilt evident in his voice. He looked down to inspect his hands for a second like to check if they were too rough.
Hop warmed at the gesture, still trying to catch his breath. “No, no, Lee, I just want…”
Suddenly hesitant to speak it, Hop shifted forward until he was sitting on his knees, and carefully directed Leon’s hand to behind him. Leon’s eyes widened in recognition, and he swallowed thickly before shaking his head.
“N-no way Hop, there’s… you're…” Leon again straightened as something clicked in his brain. “Hop, is this your first time?”
Hop almost laughed at the question, trying to be gentle with his stupid sweet brother. “Lee, of course it is.”
A mix of emotions flashed on Leon’s face, and Hop managed to catch a few. Fear, relief, … pride. “Good, that’s… that’s, uh.” Leon looked blankly to the side and swallowed again, cutting himself off.
Leon nodded in thought for a second before shaking his head and turning back. “There’s no way I’m going to fi- I mean, Hop, baby, it might hurt? And besides it’s… it’s, it’s far to go, and, I mean, maybe you think you have to, but-“
Hop smiled good-heartedly watching Lee babble but spat carefully onto his fingers and slicked his still relatively loose entrance. He watched Leon’s face as he placed the elder’s hand carefully by his hole and, with surprising ease, guided the first knuckle in.
Leon’s face paled and he sucked a breath in through his teeth, looking like he might pass out. Leon shifted, readjusting the bulge in his shorts with his free hand and staring dumbly at the wall like his brain was flying a mile a minute.
“-Why-?”
“Didn’t know you were coming.” Hop eased forward, placing both hands on Leon’s pecks and giving his arm more room to work with. Leon finally made eye contact with him again, expression that of soft confusion. “Had to make do.”
His eyebrows knit up, a surefire sign Leon had understood, but a guarded fire burned behind his restrained gaze. “… Thinking about?”
Leaning forward, Hop could bury his face in his brother’s strong torso. Inhale him like oxygen and get Leon all over his skin. Heat and touches and marks, evidence. “You… this. Every time… for years now.”
Hop could feel as Leon pulled him closer and bent to plant a kiss to the top of his head, nuzzle his face into the soft purple hair. “Good. So good, Hop. My Hop.” Leon purred the praise as he began to move his finger, slowly.
It barely burned, but to be fair, Hop had given himself a pretty good run not half an hour ago. Leon seemed encouraged by how relaxed and receptive Hop was to the first finger, and carefully eased in a second alongside it.
Hop twitched and tensed a little. Two of Leon’s fingers must have been equal to three of his, maybe more. This both made Hop hot to his core and forced him to slow down a tiny bit, take it a little easier as he rocked shallowly on the digits. Leon seemed to sense this and went back to petting down his sides and hair, giving him kisses and words of encouragement.
“So good for me Hop. Knew you would be.” Leon’s voice was even deeper than when he was sleepy, and he didn’t even seem to notice. All the touching and praise did wonders to help Hop relax into the stretch, and he soon found himself eager for more.
“’Nother” Hop whined, rotating his hips to try and find the spot that made it feel like lightening was shooting up his spine.
Leon twisted to push a little deeper but again shook his head softly. “This is enough, Hop.”
Sure, it was amazing. It was more than Hop ever thought was possible. But he had just spent too long wanting, too long crying and yearning and being so damn close to Leon for this to be enough. Hop grabbed Leon’s shoulders with all the force he had left, considering his whole body was tense and felt like it was made of Jelly. “P-Please I, Please, Lee! I can t-take it I promise!”
To his credit, Leon nodded solemnly in agreement. “I’m sure you could, Hopscotch, so good for me, but I…” Lee paused, as if searching for the right words, a small flicker of pride in his eyes when he moved his fingers just right and Hop shook slightly. He pressed his forehead to Hop’s, eyes almost shy. “I never thought I’d even see you like this.”
God it was sweet, but it just made Hop want to fuck him more. “It’s… It’s all I’ve wanted for… years now.” Hop crooned and arched his back, fighting to keep his train of thought. “All I can think about all day is-is just you, and- and I need it so bad, L-Lee, I need it-!”
Leon stilled and thought for a long second. Hop rocked back onto his fingers slightly, but kept his focus on the man’s face.
“… years?” Leon asked, quietly. There was so much in the question.
“Like… like it’s a problem.” Hop laughed, regaining himself a little bit now that the stimulus had mostly slowed. “I wake up and it’s just you, all day. First thing I think of in the morning. And when something happens you’re the first person I want to tell. And when I’m happy I think about you because I-ha- I don’t think my brain knows the difference between happiness and you- and-“
Hop could feel his eyes watering again, but Leon was listening, passionately and carefully, to his every word.
“-And- and I can’t get off if I’m not thinking about… about y-you and I tried for so long to pretend it wasn’t happening but I can’t, I can’t cum unless I’m imagining you holding me down and-“
Leon removed his fingers and pulled Hop into a hug, circling his back slowly with his clean hand.
“-n-need it so bad, Lee-“
“I know, Hop. God, I know.” Leon gently pulled away and held up a finger as if to say one second, before scrambling out into the hallway.
Hop stared, a little dumbstruck and a bit cold, before registering the sounds of someone digging around were coming from Leon’s room, and oh he must be grabbing something?
Leon returned shirtless,-not that Hop was complaining- and with a bottle Hop had never seen before. Oh. Lube. Leon Lube. Lube for Leon.
“Better than Lotion” Leon quirked an eyebrow to the lotion over on the nightstand. He carefully helped Hop maneuver so his knees were on the ground and torso lying tummy-down on the bed, ass on full display. Lee kissed the small back dimples right above Hop’s butt. “It’s still gonna burn, but we’ll take it slow.”
Hop nodded, not that Leon could really see from that angle, and bunched his arms in the sheets as Leon resumed ministrations with the two fingers. The younger was still relatively lose from their previous effort, so it didn’t take long for Leon to begin the process of adding the third.
At first he kept it very shallow, allowing the rim time to expand- it would be the most difficult part. Hop shook and rocked back, gently, but it hurt more than it felt good at the moment. The lube helped a lot, much more than the lotion. And the fact it was Leon. That might have helped the most. Hop could feel the brush of Leon’s bangs against the sensitive skin of his lower back, another teasing sensation brining him to the brink of pleasure.
It maybe five whole minutes of Leon easing in and out, nail-bitingly slow with the full length of his three fingers for Hop to begin to feel the warm itch in his gut again as his muscles truly relaxed to give way.
“I always felt terrible, thinking of you like this.” Leon admitted, awe in his voice as Hop moaned around a mouthful of comforter. “I don’t know if I’ll ever get over the guilt but, I could never stand to think you might belong to someone else.”
Hop spat out the soggy cotton duvet and looked over his shoulder the best he could. “I’ve, a-a-always been yours, Lee-.”
A possessive tone wafted into Leon’s voice, he leaned down to kiss Hop’s back again before easing his fingers out for the final time. “Yeah?”
“Yeah. Since I was born. I’ve just accepted it.” Hop craned his neck further as Leon stood to his feet, and taking the hint began to climb onto the bed. He froze as he saw the jersey, but it was too late. All his business with the duvet had made a mess of his bed and revealed it from its poorly picked hiding place. Leon just laughed. “Is that-?”
Hop was pink from the exertion, but he felt his face heat instinctively with embarrassment regardless. “… reminds me of you…”
Leon laughed and crawled and onto the bed, over Hop, looking at him with care and adoration and hunger. “I was wondering where that one went.”
Hop shrugged dismissively, but splayed out under his brother, awaiting his touch. He braced himself with anticipation but paused in surprise when Leon instead gently pressed their foreheads together. “You… you don’t have to, Hop.”
Indignation lit hot in Hop’s chest as he weakly hit Leon’s shoulder in protest. “Lee! How many times do I have to tell you!?”
“I know,” Leon grinned at him sympathetically. “I just… you. I can’t believe it.”
Hop breathed out evenly and met Leon’s eyes. “Neither can I honestly… I still feel like I’m going to wake up and this will just be another dream.”
Lee grinned playfully. “Another… ?”
“Later!” Hop huffed, trying to change the subject by meeting Leon’s lips halfway.
To his credit, Leon dropped the subject and lowered himself carefully to cradle around Hop’s smaller frame. He kissed deeply and not without tact, but still seemed to hesitate. Hop steadied himself and again reached for the waistline of the order’s shorts, finally grasping it without protest. Leon bit his lower lip at watched his face intently as Hop eased the sport tights down those monster thighs. He spared a moment to just run his fingers along the quad, marveling at the even skin tone and faint, whisp like hairs. Leon smiled good-naturedly and helped Hop ease the clothing down and off his legs completely, leaving him in his black briefs.
The bulge was. Evident. And not at all unwelcome. Leon must have caught Hop’s absent stare and took the liberty of sliding down his underwear himself. Hop marveled at the sight of him. He’d seen Leon’s penis before… but not hard, not with this context. Even with little to go by, Hop felt sure this was an above parr dick. Everything Lee did was above parr. It was only fitting.
“Uhm…” Hop licked his lips and looked testing at Leon. “… Can I? … Mou-Uh, Suck?”
Lee considered him seriously and then shook his head. “Trust me I, ho boy I want that, I just, well- ‘m not sure I could last today.”
“Ah” Hop shuddered, taken with the thought that Leon had that reaction to him.
“I mean, If you’d rather I could- One or the other.” Lee offered.
Hop waved his hands dismissively, mind made up. “This, this please! We can, later.”
Leon gave a measured pause. “Later.”
Hop wrapped his arms around Lee’s muscular shoulders. “Later.”
And again, Lee was kissing him, and things felt right. They worked together so well, like they had done this a million times before. Hop had never done it before, ever, and he was sure it was evident in his technique, but somehow Leon always countered it perfectly. Every fumble was caught and stutter tamed, like Lee could predict his movements.
Both turned their heads, deepening the kiss as Leon sank further down, finally blanketing the younger with his body and giving Hop some much-needed friction. It was like fire tingling through his whole body, Hop could swear he had never felt so whole in his life. It was all that amazing, hot buzz that Leon always gave him but none of the shame, none of the fear and guilt and longing that had always accompanied it. Hop’s body moved almost on its own, running fingers through the silky hair and bucking up against the warm, curving plane of his brother’s torso.
“Can ya take me?” Leon murmured in Hop’s ear, voice thick.
Hop shuddered as the sound worked it’s way down his spine, only worsening the need. “P-please, Lee-! I, oh-need it so bad-”
Smiling against Hop’s neck, Leon whispered soft praise as he reached down and gently began to nudge them both into position. “You look so gorgeous Hop. Like an angel just for me.” Leon kissed the side of Hop’s face, a surprisingly chaste gesture given the circumstance. “Are you ready?”
Desperately, Hop wondered how to get it through Leon’s thick head that Hop had never been and would never be more ready. He nodded furiously, clutching Leon tighter, and was suddenly distracted by a different but wholly welcome thick head.
“Okay, breathe, good boy.” Leon kissed Hop’s forehead this time, placing a hand on the boy’s hip to steady him. Lee moved his thumb in slow circles over the subtle bone there, soothing Hop as he began to press forward.
Hop’s eyes teared up. It was a stretch, and it didn’t feel great right away. But it was perfect. As Leon passed hushed praised and peppered kisses all over his face and neck, holding him down and easing inside, Hop felt like the insatiable itch he had lived with for so long was finally getting scratched. It was freeing, and satisfying, and goddamn Leon was so warm, and felt so solid and strong and caged beneath his limbs Hop felt so safe he could cry.
Leon signaled for Hop to exhale in tandem with him as the older bottomed out. He again kissed Hop’s cheekbone and shifted to brush some stray hairs off Hop’s face. “You weren’t kidding,” Leon chuckled, wry smile. “You take me so well. So good for me.”
Hop tried to respond but only blubbered out a weak sound and pulled Leon close to him again. It was everything, everything Hop felt like he needed. Like the knot of guilt and shame and fear that had been constricting somewhere deep in his chest for years stated to unwind, and this gentle rush of calm euphoria filtered through him.
And Leon, Leon so kind and gentle and tall and strong, over him and inside him, whispering encouragement in that low, husky voice. When Leon meets Hop’s eyes, Hop flushes like the very first time he felt that weird spike in his gut at the sight of his brother. Like the very first time he curled in on himself, convulsing in pleasure, to that name on his lips. But more than that, to his earliest memory of a crooked but charming smile and bright, golden eyes. Following excitedly out the front door, nearly tripping on himself to watch his older brother train. Sitting in the stands, swelling with pride.
“Hop.” Leon groans. “My Hop.”
And what could Hop do, besides hold on tighter to Leon’s shoulders? Leon was right, Hop was his. Always had been since the moment he was born. Maybe even earlier.
“… You can move, Lee.” Hop whispered, loosening an arm to gently thread his fingers through the shorter hairs at the base of Leon’s neck.
Leon shifted gently, smiling possessively at the way Hop twitched at the movement. “Wanna give you plenty of time to adjust, Hopscotch.”
“I’m good!” Hop argued, trying to stifle the way his voice nearly cracked in the middle at a particularly sweet angling on Leon’s hips. “C’mon, Lee, please-need it. Need you. S-so good.”
“God.” Leon sucked in air through his teeth and steadied his elbows by Hops head, slowly beginning to piston his hips out, then forward again. He watched Hop closely as he did so, making note of every flinch, every squirm, and every shudder.
Hop could feel his legs reflexively falling wider, his hips strained with the effort, but he hardly noticed past the building thrum of something that was just a whisper away from pleasure.
“Easy,” Leon calmed him, shifting his weight to one arm in order to guide Hop’s legs around his waist with a gentle hand. “Open up for me, good boy-steady.”
Every pet name had Hop shaking something awful, chasing desperately after Leon’s affection, down to the last crumb. Leon’s face was flushed, forehead and shoulders sweaty. Still, the older moved like a machine, eyes trained only on Hop. The pace began to increase.
Hop straight up whined, something inside was starting to tense in the best way possible. He could feel the death grip he had on Leon but he couldn’t bring himself to stop, not when heat was creeping up his spine. It wasn’t too much yet, it was still building, taunting him with what was to come. Hop was powerless but to follow, blindly rutting into the sensation of that pressure and friction and heat.
As Hop chased the angle that made his thighs twitch, Leon shifted again, laying down almost entirely onto Hop and kissing him. “Just as good as I- always thought.” Hop could feel Leon’s hot breath on his cheeks as he spoke, low and gravely, strained with effort. “Nothing’s as good, Hop. No one feels like this.”
“Lee-!” Hop moaned in return, the older’s thrusts beginning to pick up speed and intensity in earnest.
“Fuck, I thought about it so much, Hop.” Leon gritted, pausing to bite and suck at the sides of Hop’s neck. “I just wanted to touch you, s-so bad. Love you. I never really…”
Leon pulled back, still for a moment, panting. Hop matched his look in intensity both red in the face. Their chests rose and fell rapidly, lean muscles tense under tan, sweat soaked skin.
“You’re everything to me.” Leon admitted, quietly. He shook his head, gently, as if in disbelief. “I knew I could never, do- I mean, nothing, ever, that would hurt you, I-“
“I know” Hop replied, releasing his grip on the sheets to hold Leon’s face. “Lee, I know, trust me.”
“But god, Hop.” Leon leaned in, hardly an inch from Hop’s face. “Sometimes I wanted to touch you so bad. Sometimes I thought maybe I could fuck you so well you wouldn’t be able to think about anyone else.”
“You know…” Hop tried to interject.
“ I-I just wanted you to be happy, but- thinking about you with someone else- I-“
“Lee.”
“-God, I get so fucking-I-“
“I bet you could.”
Leon paused. “… could what?”
Hop smiled, overwhelmed and overstimulated but so goddamn happy. “Fuck me so well I can’t think about anyone else.”
Leon was frozen for a second, the started to move again. “Yeah? Yeah.”
“Yeah.” Hop agreed. “I mean, hell, you basically had before I thought there was even a chance.”
Leon kissed him again, savoring the wreaked noises Hop couldn’t hold back. It didn’t take long to make up for the short pause, and already Hop could feel the tension in his stomach surpassing it’s previous level. It was insane, it felt like there was no higher it could go, but it just kept building with every deep thrust of Leon’s practiced hips. Hop almost felt like he was going to pass out, he could feel his body moving almost on it’s own. His legs twitched and his mouth kept falling open without his permission.
Leon’s thrusts were starting to become faster, more erratic. Leon was breathing heavily, glistening in the last golden light coming in through Hop’s window. He almost didn’t look human, he seemed so powerful and ethereal.
Something clicked inside Hop and he let out a choked, surprised sound, body shaking with the impact. Leon seemed to take notice and, despite his own urgency, moved to hold Hop in place. Hop writhed helplessly as Leon held him there, speaking so sweetly but never loosening his grip. Hop couldn’t hold back the sounds that were being forced out of him anymore, not with Leon hitting that sweet spot over and over again.
It was all so much. Hop wondered, absently, as his entire body felt wound as tight as it could possibly go, if he had ever felt so good in his life.
Hop saw white.
He must have closed his eyes so hard his vision practically became Rotom static. He nearly screamed as he came, dick spilling sloppily in the narrow space it was trapped between their bodies. Leon rode him through it, gasping out how gorgeous he looked, how good he felt, his pace never faltering.
Hop came back to himself in pieces. He felt absolutely spent, but he knew Leon hadn’t come yet. Leon would stop of Hop asked, or looked too out of it-Hop didn’t want that.
Mustering the last of his strength, Hop once again secured his grip on Leon. Arms looped around the older’s neck, ankles crossed over his waist. Leon was speaking, nearly chanting as he moved. At this point he was practically pounding Hop into the bed, lost chasing his own realease.
Hop loved it.
Leon came with a harsh, guttural grunt- face tucked in the nape of Hop’s neck.
They lay, panting and sticky, for a long moment. Not awkward, just resting. Leon carefully pulled himself off Hop and on his back besides the younger.
More silence, then Hop felt the weight next to him shift in discomfort.
“Shit. I’m sorry-I-” Leon started.
“Don’t you dare.” Hop chided, wincing at his sore muscles as he turned to face Leon.
Leon met his gaze for a hard few seconds, then lay back. “I should have at least gone easier on you.”
Hop couldn’t even tell what emotion he was feeling. It was kinda hot like anger, but he was so tired and simultaneously too happy for that to be it. “I loved it. I love you.”
Leon looked almost like he’d been shot. He ran a hand over his sweaty brow. “Hop… what…? What are we gonna do?”
“I don’t know.” Hop admitted, feeling smaller. “I never… I mean I never even thought this was an option. I didn’t get as far as dreaming up an escape plan.”
Leon laughed humorlessly, and Hop could feel his eyes on the side of his face. Hop hesitated to meet the look, but was surprised to find such soft adoration there.
“For better of worse…” Leon shuffled slightly, pressing his side against Hop and slinging an arm around him. “… I loved it too. I love you too.”
Hop hummed, unable to stop himself from feeling relieved. “How long is mom’s spa reservation?”
Leon raised his brows in thought. “It includes overnight at a luxury hotel, buffet and extra stuff in the mornings- the works.”
He couldn’t help himself, Hop snickered. “Ok, bigshot momma’s boy.”
“Shut up,” Leon laughed. “You should be on your knees thanking me-“
Leon froze as he realized his wording, flushing. Hop grinned mischievously. “I mean…. If you want.”
“My banter is going to need some work if this is going to be the new situation.” Leon muttered, looking shaken but not entirely displeased.
“Do you… want this to be the new situation, Lee?” Hop felt dumb asking, but he had to know.
Honestly, Hop didn’t think he could take it if they just went back to business as usual after this. The only thing he could imagine worse than never getting the one thing he wanted so badly, was to get it only for a second, then never again. Leon’s face seemed to track a similar thought process.
“God, Hop, I’m so fucked for it but I do.” Leon relented. His eyes raked the length of Hop’s body, leading back up to his face. “I don’t think there was ever a different option for me, to be truthful.”
Leon leaned over, kissing the top of Hop’s head and brushing through the fluffy hair of Hop’s bangs, still damp from the sweat. Hop nodded and curled into Leon’s warmth.
“Me neither.” Hop whispered, tucked into the firm heat of Leon’s bare chest. “To me, it was only ever you.”
Hop loved his older brother, Leon, to a fault.
But fucking hell, he could live with this.