Yep. I’m a fucking dumbass.
I’m in love with a guy deep in the closet.
This can’t end well.
Atalllll.
But damned if I will stop him or put the brakes on this.
I reach down and stroke his hair. I wish this didn’t feel so damnedperfect. So frickingeasy. “Such a good boy,” I whisper, afraid to break this spell.
His technique has already improved from last night.
It’s impossible for my brain not to spin out a month or six or twelve from now.
To think what might come of this.
To see myself eventually walking into a Washington event with him acknowledging me as his partner, instead of him being buried in a deep closet because of his fear.
Hey, I can dream, can’t I?
Normally, a guy being deep in the closet would be a nonstarter, for me.
Elliot’s different, and I can’t explain why.
It’s something I feel deep in my bones—no, notthatbone. Perverts.
Well, yes, okay, in this moment it isthatbone fully coloring my opinion.
I can’t help it—he’s sucking my cock.
And he’s sucking it quite well, thank you very much.
What he lacks in technique he more than makes up for in enthusiasm.
I can’t remember the last time I spent the night with someone, much less woke up with them eagerly willing to…
Well, play with the sadist.
“You want to be my good boy, don’t you?”
He softly moans, and it vibrates all the way into my balls.
Fuck. I’m so screwed.
There’s a 60/40 chance right now of me either getting my heart shattered, or possibly ending up with the man I was meant to spend the rest of my life with.
Not sure I like those odds. I spend a goodly chunk of my time getting paid to do risk assessment. It’s one of the things I was trained in when I worked for the Secret Service, and I’m damned good at it, if I do say so myself.
If I look at this situation through that lens, I see me, a guy who’s a little on the obsessive side, and definitely on the lonely side, and who is definitely not slowing his roll when he should be.
Butfuck. Have youseenElliot Woodley?
He’s fuckinghot, and right now he’s got me nearly balls-deep in his mouth.
I spread my thighs and bend my knees so I can brace my feet against his sides. I don’t even have to tell him to give attention to my balls, because he does it without me asking.
My pet’s a fast learner.
