Elliot resumed touching him, not quick and fast to get him off, but with fantastically long, drawn-out pulls on his dick that sent him into a paroxysm of shakes and moans.
“Too fast…I don’t…can’t…”
“What you can’t is make me stop.”
Win gave up and let Elliot take control, giving himself over to the hot, wet mouth now surrounding his cock. His head thrashed on the pillow, and for one moment, Win wanted to cry out:No. I shouldn’t feel like this. It isn’t right.
But he couldn’t, because it was. It was right, and Elliot was right, and Win needed him, needed this reaffirmation that he was alive, and could feel the pounding of his heart, and the slickness of Elliot’s tongue swirling over the head of his cock, licking him, tasting him. Bringing him back to life.
“Please,” he sobbed, the world he’d created around himself suddenly at risk, but he couldn’t stop it from teetering and spinning out of control. “God, please.”
Fire sheared through him, and he came, bowing up hard off the bed, crying out while he ripped at the sheets and broke apart. It was heaven and hell mixed together, but Win embraced it fully.
Drained and dreamy, Win reached out and touched bare, hot skin. “Is that you?”
“Were you expecting someone else?”
He cracked an eye open to see Elliot smiling at him.
“Just you. Come on. Let’s rest.” He patted the spot next to him, and Elliot slid to his side, fitting in perfectly. Win closed his eyes.
***
“I can’t believe you’re hungry,” Elliot said.
Several hours later, rested and recharged after their nap, he and Elliot lay in his rumpled bed. Win had the delivery app open on his phone.
“What? All I had was a sandwich and some fruit.” He raised a brow. “I’m a growing boy.”
Elliot stretched, and the sight of his long legs, dusted with dark hair, and his firm butt stirred Win. His cock twitched.
“So I see. And growing by the second.” Elliot drew his finger down Win’s thigh, and a muscle jumped at the touch.
“I’ll need my strength for later. Wouldn’t want you to find me lacking.”
“That would be impossible, I’m thinking.” Elliot’s fingers continued their irresistible, light scratching over his body, and Win set the phone aside. Hunger for Elliot outweighed any need for food, and he grinned.
“Is it later? I think I’m ready for round two. Get Elliot under me.” Win rolled on top of him as if to illustrate his point, and Elliot looped his hands around Win’s neck.
“Funny, I see it as get Win inside me. But I think we’re both after the same thing.” Elliot kissed him, their tongues playing together.
Win rubbed Elliot’s cheek with his, the raspy skin wonderfully sensual. Nothing came close to it. “Yeah, we are. Didn’t I tell you this would be a mutually beneficial relationship?”
Elliot’s dick hardened against his thigh in answer, and Win pressed another kiss to his lips as their bodies bumped and writhed. They clung to each other, rolling on the bed, and with Elliot now above him, Win envisioned the man sitting on his cock. Hunger throbbed in his veins.
“I want to be inside you.” Win gripped Elliot’s hips, his fingers teasing along the strong hip bones, and Elliot’s cock jumped. Win couldn’t wait to push into Elliot’s tight warmth. His eagerness must’ve been painfully obvious, as Elliot wrapped his hand around his dick and stroked himself.
“I want that too. Look at what you do to me.”
“I’d like to do more.” But he lay and watched Elliot as that beautiful flush overtook him, his mouth falling open, his eyes growing heavy-lidded with lust.
“Lemme get the stuff.” Win reached and opened the drawer, when a phone rang, its ringtone loud in the silence.
Alarm replaced the hazy sensuality on Elliot’s face, and he scrambled to the edge of the bed. “Shit. That’s my mother.” He picked up his phone.
Why the fuck was he answering a call from his mother? Annoyed, Win rested against the pillows and set the condom and lube on the bed. But then he caught Elliot’s tense expression, and something in Elliot’s eyes didn’t sit right. Win lay still, pretending not to listen.
“Hi, Mom.…Yeah.…I didn’t get a chance.…I’m sorry. Something came up.…Of course it’s not as important as family, but…Mom, please, stop. I said I’m sorry. What more do you want from me?”
