“A parking cone? That can’t be safe. That dude’s going to need surgery.” Elijah shook his head trying to click out of the video while not looking at the video. “Um… for the record, that’s a hard no.”
“Same,” Shep assured him.
“Is there a beginners section?” Elijah asked, only half joking.
Shep reached around Elijah, pressing an image that seemed less daunting. The two guys kissed… a lot. Elijah let out a shuddery breath, his hands sliding over Shep’s thighs. Watching two guys get naked and rub off on each other was hot but doing it while Shep trailed kisses along his shoulder, his fingers trailing along Elijah’s ribcage, took it to a whole other level. He tipped his head to look at Shep. “I like this one. I like kissing you. I could do it for hours.”
“I like kissing you too,” Shep assured him, tugging his head back to drop a kiss on his lips. When he pulled away, Elijah drew him back, kissing him deep, forgetting the two men on the screen until the noises changed from lips meeting and parting, to whispered curses and low moans. They both looked back at the screen. One man lay on his belly while the other had him spread open, his tongue lapping at the other’s hole. Elijah’s already hard cock started to tent his boxer briefs.
“You like that,” Shep murmured, his hand slipping inside Elijah’s underwear to stroke him. His hand swiped over Elijah’s leaking tip, using it to slick his palm, driving him mad with his slow, methodical pace. “You really like it.”
Elijah’s eyes rolled and he bit down on his lip, rubbing his ass against Shep’s thick cock. “You clearly like it too.”
“I like that you like it. You getting off is what gets me off.”
“Just watching me? Not touching me?” Elijah managed, canting his hips into Shep’s fist.
“I love touching you, but the first time I watched you on screen, found your sex scenes on PornHub, it was hearing you, seeing your face, even if it was just acting, I wanted it to be me touching you, making you moan,” Shep whispered as he worked Elijah faster.
Elijah frowned. Acting? Had… “Which movie?”
“The football one.”
“Oh.”
Shep’s hand slowed. “Yeah, the first night. You said you wouldn’t mind if I watched you, so I did.”
Elijah’s heart hammered in his chest. He had said that. Back when he was trying to run Shep off. It should be creepy. He should be freaked out, but it just turned him on more. He pushed his ass against Shep’s cock once more, rutting against him. “And… you liked it? It got you off?”
“You got me off.”
Elijah craned his head back to kiss him once more, his tongue dipping inside, before pulling away. “You get that we are really fucked up, right?”
Shep chuckled. “Does that concern you?”
"That it doesn’t concern me, should concern me,” Elijah said knowing he made no sense.
Shep’s hand halted, brows drawing together. “Do you want to end this?”
The words sent a shock through him like someone had replaced his blood with ice water. “What? God, no. Never,” Elijah swore. “Fuck it.” He started to close the laptop, tutorials be damned, but something snagged Shep’s attention and he gripped Elijah’s wrist, stilling him.
Elijah’s eyes went wide, returning to the screen. The one man had emptied himself inside the other and was fucking him with his fingers, pushing his cum back inside. Elijah could feel Shep tense beneath him. Elijah pulled his wrist free and closed the laptop, putting it aside before climbing into Shep’s lap to look him in the eye. “You like that?” Elijah whispered against his lips. “You want to breed me? Finger your load back inside me?”
Shep’s nostrils flared, pupils so blown his golden eyes were only a tiny ring of color. “Yes. But…”
“But what? I’m negative. They give me a physical for insurance before every film. You’ve never had sex with anybody right?” Something occurred to Elijah. “Though given your previous employment, I suppose it exposed you to other… things.”
Shep shook his head. “They tested me. I’m negative too. But, are you okay with… is that something you’d want to do?”
Elijah thought about it. He’d always figured someday he’d meet somebody who wanted to go past the occasional hand job and he’d have to face his past and that would require many therapy trips and somebody patient enough to understand he might never let somebody invade his body. He imagined it would be this huge hurdle he would have to clear. But Shep inside him, marking him, using him, being able to still feel him the next day… it didn’t scare him, it thrilled him.
“Yes. One hundred percent,” Elijah assured. “But, first. I will find that tattoo.”
He slid off Shep. “Underwear off. I want you naked.” Shep did as Elijah commanded,amused. Elijah let his eyes roam Shep’s form. He was perfection, from his beautiful face, to his sculpted abs, to his thick cock blushing at the tip. “God, you might be the hottest man alive. Turn over.”
Shep rolled, his arms curling under the pillow so he could rest his head. Elijah’s gaze snagged on the millions of freckles on Shep’s back and ass, leaning down to bite at his shoulder blade, before running his tongue along the knobs of his spine until he lingered over the generous swell of Shep’s ass. And there it was… the tattoo. Elijah sucked in a breath. It was rudimentary, just four words in red ink over his right cheek, written in Shep’s own no nonsense block letters.
THIS BODY IS YOURS.
