Leonardo closed his eyes. Of course there would be a codex page. Of course that would be why Ezio was here.
It was the situation that made it hurt, he knew. If he had still been living in blissful ignorance – or, better still, if Ezio had actually had any control over his cock – then a visit from Ezio would have been good, but a visit from Ezio with a codex page would have been excellent.
It was only the situation that made him feel like he had been used, he knew.
He still felt that way.
“Leave it on the bench,” Leonardo said, his voice hoarse again, but for a different reason than Ezio’s kisses. “I will send it to Paola when it is finished.”
He opened his eyes again to watch Ezio put the page on his workbench, amidst clusters of sketches and diagrams, idle drawings and notes. He had no desire to touch the damned thing. No desire to work on its mysteries.
Not now.
Ezio walked from the bench to the door, but hesitated again on the threshold. Leonardo somehow kept himself from screaming.
“When you think you could see me again...” Ezio said. “Please, tell Paola. I will come.”
“All right,” Leonardo said. Ezio nodded to him and slipped out into the crowd, door slipping quietly shut behind him.
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Leonardo closed his eyes. Of course there would be a codex page. Of course that would be why Ezio was here.
It was the situation that made it hurt, he knew. If he had still been living in blissful ignorance – or, better still, if Ezio had actually had any control over his cock – then a visit from Ezio would have been good, but a visit from Ezio with a codex page would have been excellent.
It was only the situation that made him feel like he had been used, he knew.
He still felt that way.
“Leave it on the bench,” Leonardo said, his voice hoarse again, but for a different reason than Ezio’s kisses. “I will send it to Paola when it is finished.”
He opened his eyes again to watch Ezio put the page on his workbench, amidst clusters of sketches and diagrams, idle drawings and notes. He had no desire to touch the damned thing. No desire to work on its mysteries.
Not now.
Ezio walked from the bench to the door, but hesitated again on the threshold. Leonardo somehow kept himself from screaming.
“When you think you could see me again...” Ezio said. “Please, tell Paola. I will come.”
“All right,” Leonardo said. Ezio nodded to him and slipped out into the crowd, door slipping quietly shut behind him.
And Leonardo was left alone.
Just him, his work, and a codex page.