#ottr

I was thinking that he'd take you to a shooting range, and you'd get freaky under the shelf/desk thing that's there. But ottrLeto is not going to be hanging out anywhere with that many cops. He's not even afraid of cops, he just doesn't like being around them.

"They smell bad. You ever smell a cop? Well, I can tell you the name Pig didn't come from nowhere."

He takes you to the desert, to Joshua Tree bc you showed him a badass western-themed Air BnB you found on insta. And it's got a ton of space. Outdoor clawfoot baths and red rocks and cactus as far as you can see. On a particularly flat rock, Leto places three empty soda cans and hands you his gold plated Desert Eagle.

"Number one, rule, baby. Safety on. Number two, only point the barrel at something you're willing to shoot. And three, finger off the trigger until you're ready. Rest it on the side."

"It's so much heavier than I thought it would be. You make it look light as a feather."

"Lots of practice. Now here... stand like this, and put your arms like.... this. Good girl." He adjusts your stance and puts his hands over yours, gripping the shaft of the gun with you. His head rests on your shoulder and he tilts your hands just so.

"Squeeze it baby," he says into your ear. You flick the safety off, pull the trigger, and hit the can.

"Fuck yeah! That felt so good, holy shit, Leto."

"That was great precious, and on your first try too."

"You aimed it for me."

"So? That's teamwork."

You roll your eyes.

"I think I'll try it on my own this time." Leto lifts his hands up and steps a few feet away. You reposition yourself exactly how he set you up. Feet there, elbows... where do the elbows go? Elbows there... and you pull the trigger with much less confidence this time and the shot hits the rock.

"Shit."

You do this several times with the same result.

"Fuck! What's the trick?"

"The trick?"

"Yeah, the trick to this. What is it?"

Leto laughs. "Practice, baby girl. That's the only trick."

"Well damn, come back here and show me how to do it again."

Leto returns to stand behind you, hands gripping the gun on top of yours, he purrs in your ear, "Is it the desert heat or the gun that's making you so feisty? Either way," he bites your earlobe, "I like it."

He holds you closer, nuzzles into your neck, and you can feel just how much he does like that.

"Leto, I need to practice!"

"No you don't, you never leave my side and I'll do the shooting for the both of us."

"That is not what you said earlier."

"Hmm?" He's distracted kissing your neck and you're still pointing the gun, afraid to lose the elbow position and never find it again.

"Earlier- you said I needed to learn so I could protect myself from, and I quote, from Baron's 'fucking fuckers'"

Leto groans and backs up, "you just look so fucking hot holding my gun, baby. I'm as hard as a fucking... cactus."

You snort and bow your head, losing the elbow positioning and you can't stop laughing.

"A cactus?!?"

"It's the first thing I saw! What?"

"Um, the first thing you saw? Wasn't a rock? Hello," you gesture to the rock filled landscape around you.

"Okay okay, I'm hard as a rock. Happy?"

"No, no, I prefer cactus. In fact I think he earned a new nickname today. Little cactus."

"Little?"

"Relatively speaking. For a cactus'"

"Just shoot the damn gun, baby girl."