He turns back around, smiling. “Oh, yeah. Adrian is downstairs. Says he wants his job back.”
“After he trashed my apartment? Are you kidding me? Tell me that you didn’t leave that psycho downstairs by himself!”
Roly laughs, shaking his head. “Nah, I got Jake with eyes on him. That yogi of ours can go from calm to scary-looking like that,” he says with a quick snap of his fingers.
I don’t know if I’ve ever seen Jake look anything other than serene. I shiver to think of what he’d look like… mad.
Nick is about to exit the bed when I slap my hand over his. “Dude, you don’t have any clothes on.”
He grits his teeth. “True story. Cousin, if you don’t want a show, you might want to turn around.”
“Whatever. We were deployed together, remember?” Roly winks at me and turns around.
I’m glad for that small bit of privacy because we both take the opportunity to get up and put on a few articles of clothing. I look over, wanting to protest how unfair it is that Nick is so fucking beautiful. He’s putting on his leg, and even the act of doing that shows off every muscle, every vein, everything. He scalds me with a look as I pull a T-shirt over my head, open hunger in his eyes. So, yeah. For some reason, I turn his crank as much as he turns mine.
“If y’all are quite done with the eye-fucking, I’d like to kick Adrian out of this establishment sooner rather than later.”
“You’re just lucky that the only things fucking right now are our eyes. Go on down, we’ll meet you in a few minutes.”
* * *
Nick
As soon as Roly closes the door, I pull Elijah toward me and kiss him as hard as I dare. Jake and Roly have Adrian squared away, and suddenly I’m not in that big a hurry. Fuck him. He can wait. Pulling me out of my thoughts, Elijah clutches my shirt and rolls his hips against me.
“Fuck, I just need…”
He nods and unzips both of our jeans simultaneously. He pushes his pants down at the same time I push mine down. He grabs our cocks and begins stroking us as I pull us together, creating friction with proximity. We look down at ourselves, our cocks disappearing and reappearing under Elijah’s skilled hands. I feel him tense before I do, so I pull away and hold on to his hips as I kneel, taking him into my mouth. As my knee touches the floor, his warm cum floods my mouth, and I suck him dry as my own hand brings me over the edge.
“Fuck,” he says, running his hands through his hair, a wild look in his eye. “How the fuck do you…”
His words trail off as I leer at him, rather proud of myself. I pause at the uncertainty that I sometimes see from him after an orgasm. It’s so unlike the rest of his personality that I don’t think much of it. But, having seen it a couple dozen times or so, and having failed him so miserably before, I stop and I ask, “Why do you seem so uncertain after sex? Is it a shame thing?”
He startles as he zips up and sneaks a glance at me. “I, um. No? It’s more of a… I know that you’re kind of, you know, really handsome. Like, you’re a major leaguer with a boyfriend in the minors, and it’s… you’re a lot right after sex.”
His gestured circle of my person is, I suppose, meant to indicate something, but I’m not sure what. “What are you talking about?”
“I mean, you’re at your sexiest after an orgasm, and I’m sure that is when I’m, like, at my least sexy, so it’s just a moment of insecurity. But, like, you accept me for me, so I just hafta, you know, self-talk my way out of it.”
I rub my fingers along my lash line, completely confused. “I’m, what? Wait, you’re calling yourself a minor leaguer?”
He gestures to himself as though it’s obvious, and now I know we have a problem.
“Uh, Elijah. You’re so fucking beautiful that I know that one of these days you’re going to stop being impressed by the muscles and start remembering that I’m just a one-legged gym rat.”
“Uh, you’re a NavySEAL.”
“Uh,formerNavy SEAL.”
“I’m a disgusting, homeless bum.”
“Uh, no, you’re not. You used to be homeless, but at no time were you ever disgusting. And what does being homeless have to do with the fact that you’re beautiful?”
“I’m not beautiful.”
“Fuck you, yes you are. I’m not making it up. I’ll prove it to you. Bet.”
“Dude, you know I don’t have any…”
