He looked a little like Elliot, actually, with one big difference: that man happened to be lucky enough to be loved by Win.
Elliot slammed the drawer shut and turned away from the picture. It didn’t matter. Maybe it was a college roommate or a best friend. Win was with Elliot now, not that mystery man, and when Win held up a bar of chocolate, a box of graham crackers, and a bag of marshmallows, Elliot grinned. “I’m ready.”
Elliot gave him the brightest smile in return.
“Same. Let’s party.”
***
Elliot groaned in the darkness. “Oh my God, I can’t believe I ate all those. It’s your fault.”
“Mmhmm.” Win licked his fingers. “Guilty as charged. Whatcha gonna do about it?”
“If I could move, I’d show you. But I think I gained ten pounds since this morning—I can barely walk.”
“Poor baby. Does that mean I get to tuck you into my bed tonight and have my wicked way with you?”
Their eyes met across the dancing flames from the fire pit, and Elliot’s belly tightened in response to the rising heat and desire reflected in Win’s eyes.
“Is that what you want?” He licked his lips of sticky sweetness.
“I want you.”
“Then we’re on the same page.”
Win doused the fire, and hand in hand, they crossed the yard to the house. On the rear porch, Win stopped and framed Elliot’s face between his hands.
“I don’t want to lead you on. We’re here to enjoy each other, as long as it lasts, right?”
The faint hope that their fun afternoon would’ve miraculously changed Win’s mind, and that he’d want a relationship, faded. Elliot couldn’t be upset—Win had been nothing but up-front with him, and Elliot could walk away, knowing they’d still be friends.
If he were smart, that was what he’d do. But he’d never been smart about men.
Besides, if he left now, he’d never know what being with Win was like. That afternoon’s taste wasn’t enough. He wanted more, and by “more,” he didn’t meaneverything; he didn’t mean love and commitment. If he said no, Win would kiss him good-bye and find someone else, because men like Win weren’t alone for long. Elliot would see him and the next man together, knowing it could’ve been him kissing Win, touching him, and he didn’t want that. This time he would go into it with eyes wide open. No free-falling into love. He wanted this night with Win more than anything. He could do this. Hewoulddo it.
“That’s right,” he replied, and the relief on Win’s face hurt more than he’d imagined, but Elliot mustered a smile. “Friends having fun together.”
“I’m ready to take fun to another level.” Win opened the door, and it slammed behind him once they were inside, as Win pushed him up against it and kissed him, his skillful mouth, lips, and tongue taking ownership of Elliot, rendering him both weak and wild with need. “Upstairs,” Win said hoarsely, pulling Elliot along with him, up the steps to the darkened bedroom.
Elliot set his worries aside and let desire take control. He kicked off his sneakers and proceeded to strip while Win stood motionless, his glittering eyes following every movement. Completely naked, he walked over to Win. “Do you want me to undress you?”
“Mmm, yeah.” Win kissed his neck as Elliot undid his jeans, sliding his hands under the waistband to push them, along with his briefs, past his hips.
Win stepped out of his clothes, and Elliot said, “I see it doesn’t take you long to get ready—ahhh.”
Win grasped both their shafts in his hand and rubbed them together. “I’ve been ready for you since this morning.”
Elliot tugged the T-shirt over Win’s head, and they fell on the bed in a heated tangle of arms and legs, their mouths locked in a kiss that robbed him of speech and the ability to breathe. Fire crawled through his bloodstream, and he never wanted to lose the ache of pleasure that kissing Win brought. Win hovered over him, those strong arms braced on either side of his shoulders, his very erect cock warm on Elliot’s stomach.
“You like this?” Warm lips teased at his nipples and lightly nipped them, the pain mixing with a bolt of electricity.
“Oh, my God.” Elliot stiffened, arching up, and Win sucked first, before he flicked his tongue over the hard tip of each peak. Elliot dug his fingers into the tangle of Win’s hair and tugged, pressing their faces close. “Win, please.”
“Easy, now.” Win smiled against his cheek. “I’ve got you.”
Yeah. You do. You have me.
Win moved lower on the bed, a dark shape on the white sheets, and Elliot roused himself only enough to meet the intensity of Win’s stare as he pushed his legs apart.
