“You don’t get it.” Hiram shifted his weight and moved his hands to Leo’s thighs. “There are so many facets of Leo that you don’t see. I do. I see them. You think we just fuck... it’s more than that to me. You’ve got a strength I admire.”

Not five minutes earlier, Hiram had wanted to give Slash a swift kick in the ass. Now he saw the scared side of Leo. He wanted to kiss him and make things better, then give him a clap upside the head for being so thick. “I don’t do emotional. You know that. But you bring out something in me that wants to protect you.”

“You’re the security figure. You protect all of us. I’d be shocked if you didn’t.”

Hiram gritted his teeth. The man would be the death of him. “Come on. Let’s wash all that shit off you.” Hiram tugged Leo off the counter and led him to the bathroom. “I can’t talk to you when you’re smeared.”

“You don’t like...”

Hiram pressed Leo against the bathroom door and kissed the response from his mouth. Leo fought him for a moment, then softened beneath Hiram. He groaned and wrapped his arms around Hiram. Hiram groaned, and his cock twitched behind his zipper. Now this, being tangled up with Leo, this was what he needed. He rocked his hips, grinding his dick against Leo’s. The fame, the makeup, the image, none of it mattered to Hiram. He’d been delicate about his feelings for Leo. Maybe it was time to be blunt.

Hiram broke the kiss first. “Love the way you taste.” He brushed his nose against Leo’s. “I like to look at you, not that crap on your face. There’s a sexy man underneath all that stuff, and he turns me on.”