Everyone got inside the house quickly since it started to rain and Stuart grunted as he hung his wet coat on the coat rack. The kids and Leon did the same but they went up to their room while Leon decided to stay down. Not wanting to see the man's face, he quietly walked away from him, heading to the kitchen.

He got out a bottle of beer, opened it and took a full swing of it.

"I heard you were cursing around Faun."

Stuart brought down the bottle and turned to see Leon behind the counter. He was frowning as if he had been there.

"It wasn't a lot."

"At the kid, Stuart?" His voice raised and Stuart remembered a time when his mum would yell at his dad for cursing in front and at them. Leon talking to him like that, was bringing back memories that had been buried up.

"Please don't yell at me." He muttered weakly, wiping his face with his free hand. "I can't stand being yelled at."

"Then don't do things that would get you yelled at." Leon's voice had decreased a bit but Stuart could still sense he was mad.

Taking another sip of his beer, he passed the rest to Leon and smiled. "I know. I'm a terrible dad. You don't have to point it out."

Leon looked at the bottle then at him. Sighing, he got around the counter to stand in front of him. He sighed again as if feeling the need to then slowly ran a hand through Stuart's hair. "No, you are not a terrible dad. You just have a lot of temper but that doesn't mean you don't care about Faun or Mariam."

"Leon-"

Leon didn't let him finish before he pulled him into a hug, holding him tightly against him. Stuart didn't want to feel anything from that but couldn't help himself when his heart instantly felt warm.

He kissed him, when Leon pulled away. He tasted nice as usual and the way the man held him had his heart beating so quickly. Stuart didn't know if this was him, giving up on leaving or it was him, accepting his feeling.

Fuck. And it had just been a week and.

Stuart pulled away from him, pushing his hands away and taking a step back. "You know what? Fuck this. I don't know what to do anymore."

He started to leave, walking out of the kitchen and into the dinning. Leon came out too and said, "Okay. First let's start with washing all those cuss words out of your mouth, ay?"

Stuart looked back at him, stopping in the hallway. He tilted his head and crossed his arms over his chest. "You cant stop me. I'm going to keep swearing because I can. Just watch this." He cleared his throat and continued, "Fuck you. Fuck this. Fuck the kids upstairs. Fuck The Gay Project. All of you are a bunch of dickheads, assholes, sissies, pussies, dickwad, dick, fags, cunt, ass, cocksuckers..." Stuart didn't stop. He gave him both the Australian version and the American. He didn't fucking care anymore and he blatantly laughed at the face of pain Leon was making.

Somewhere between clit chewer and nancy, Leon attacked him, trying to cover his mouth as he pushed him into the sitting room. They both fell on the couch from the back then Stuart rolled off, causing Leon to roll on top of him. He straddled Stuart and successfully covered his mouth.

Stuart would have made effort to beat him off but his head had hit the floor really hard when he fell. Trying to ignore the pain, he tried to focus on the grinning Canadian man on top of him.

He said, "Lord, you know more swear words than kids."

"Aren't I?" It came out inaudible since Leon still had his hands on his mouth.

Sighing, Leon pulled his hands away from his mouth and in that short minute, Stuart threw his legs around the man's waist, pushed himself up and managed to flip them over.

Leon groaned loudly then glared at Stuart. Stuart quickly took a hold of his hands and separated it above his head, leaning closely over him.

"Let me see how you are going to keep me quiet like this, dickhead."

Leon exhaled and it was when his breath touched his face he realized the position they were in. It was like one of his many dreams.

Leon stared at him and it felt oddly nice. He held the stare and was surprised how the moment drifted to that of a cliché when one would suddenly have the courage to kiss the other. But no. Stuart slammed Leon's head back on the floor. He wasn't into clichés.

"Ow." Leon clutched his head and sent Stuart a menacing glare. "What was that for?"

"You wanted to kiss me."

"But we kiss all the time." He frowned at him then sighed, dropping his hands down to the floor. A smile crept on his face and he said, "You know, I've been trying to get you in this position for a while now."

"You pervert."

He chuckled. Stuart noticed Leon's hands on his thighs and he squeezed it ever so often as he said, "I accept the name. I mean, no man is supposed to be turned on when he sees two men kissing. That should be a big no. I had gay friends, a lot. I lived in Canada. But none ever looked at me as dating material. I always thought I wasn't hot enough because they were always so hot except this one guy but it's not his story time. But then I realized it was the label. They saw me as straight and to them, that was a no go area. Dead zone and shit."

"You cursed." Stuart pointed out.

"Shut up." Leon rolled his eyes and tried to sit up, wrapping an arm around Stuart's waist so he couldn't leave. "But then The Gay Project blessed me with you. After I'd already had a wife and so much had happened to me."

Stuart was starting to feel it again. His entire body was tingling now. He was straddling Leon who was staring up at him. How had they gone from fighting about curse words to this position. "Y-You see this as a b-b-blessing?"

"Yeah."

"But a few days ago you tried to leave the town."

"But I couldn't because back then I didn't realize this opportunity. It's like a one month opportunity to see if there was any different between my relationship with my wife and this one. The both of you are almost so similar. You both get mad about almost everything, you both say so much swear words...I thought she was going to stop when we finally had our kid so I wasn't trying to kill her yet, and you both made me feel things."

Stuart wasn't liking what he was hearing. How could they be so similar? "So what, I'm like your dead wife now?"

Leon shook his head then cupped him, earning a short gasp from him. "No. You have this and you are male."

Stuart wrapped his arm around his neck tightly as Leon dropped him down on the floor again then hovered on top of him. It would be absolutely weird if the kids decided to come out now.

Leon pressed his lips to Stuart's and kissed him all the while stroking him through his trousers. Stuart hated the fact that he was succumbing to his desires but how could he say no? He had wanted this since his first dream. He had wanted to be touched by him. His dreams had always woken him up to a heated body and a raging hard on he had to jerk off on. He hated it.

And he would hate himself if he finds out this was also a dream or some sort of daydream.

Leon's lips left his to kiss on his neck. He bit it teasingly and Stuart couldn't help but moan. He arched his back when he started to lick down his neck. Oh how he wanted this.

"Please don't me a dream." Stuart murmured as Leon began to unbutton his shirt. He didn't take it off completely and just went back to pleasing Stuart, kissing on his chest until his tongue flicked his nipples.

"Please don't be a dream." Stuart murmured again, burying his hands in Leon's soft full hair.

Leon licked his nipples again, sucking on it and turning him on to the point he wanted to feel Leon's hands around his throbbing cock.

And with that thought, Stuart pushed Leon away from him and stood up. He stared down at the man who looked like a puppy kicked in the face and frowned. He wanted to feel angry for what he did to him but the only thought that crossed his mind was dirty since Leon was knelt on the floor in front of a hard on in need of release.

"Get up." Stuart managed to say as monotone as possible.

Leon obeyed. He stood and just stared at him.

Stuart felt so weird about doing this but since it seemed like they both had the same urges, they might as well. "Leon, I like you. I don't know if you feel the same way but at least I know you want to sleep with me. I do too but I really do not know how to have sex with a man properly. I have never really done the anal sex thing and never thought I would. What I'm trying to say is, we should take it slow. Because this time, I'm not resisting anymore."

Yes. There was no point resisting if they were stuck there. And it was just three weeks they had left. He might as well do the gayest shit because in a month time, all these would be over.

"What do you think, Leon?"

He stared at him. His brows bumped in a scowl. "Do you really think it's just your body I want?"

Stuart frowned. "I know it's not just my body–"

"I like you a lot too. Or even more."

"Let's live in the moment. We don't have a lot of time here."

"Exactly why," He said as he came closer to Stuart. "I have to show you how much you mean to me." Leon pinned him against the wall. He had his hands to himself but it was his eyes which did the harassment.

Stuart couldn't stop himself from blushing as he continued, "You aren't just the stranger I met yesterday, you are Stuart Jacobi. An Australian sailor with a bad temper but cares a lot. And he's selfish."

Stuart chuckled. That lightened the all so cliché mood and he smiled back at Leon. The man had a great smile.

"Do you want to take a nap with me? We still have a couple more minutes to cuddle and stuff."

Leon brightened up with that and he closed up the space between them. He nuzzled his face and smiled, "Is it for the rest of the month?"

"Yeah."

"I would like that then."