“You already won your game, though. You said that if we…you know. You said it would be a good luck charm thing.”
“Tonight was just one game. Hockey season isn’t over yet.”
“I still…I still need time to think…”
He trails off, his inevitable “no” hanging between us, but I’m not ready to give up on him. Not just yet.
“I know. And if you don’t want to do this, just say no and I’ll stop pushing. But if we do…this won’t change anything. You still have time to think, and I won’t hold this against you. I won’t make you feel bad if we do this tonight and you decide that you don’t want anything else from me. I just want to see you, El. I want to watch you fall apart.”
I can see him tremble as he lets out a shaky breath.
“I didn’t want to do this for the first time over the phone.”
“But you do want to do it?” I can’t help the cocky way my lips tip up into a grin. Elliot sighs, but I can feel his resolve cracking.
Good.I want him to feel as undone as I do.
“We still need to talk, but I can’t say no to you. I want to show off for you. I want to watch you watching me, but I have one condition. Will you touch yourself too, Alex?”
An honest to god whimper escapes my throat as my cock throbs in my pants, leaking precum and leaving me feeling sticky.
“Fuck, yeah. I want it. I need to.”
Elliot hums, his eyes fluttering closed.
“And you’ll let me watch?”
I nod, muttering an affirmation.
“You’re sharing a hotel room. What about Miles?”
“We don’t have to share rooms. Miles is next door, and he’s got super-duped up ear plugs and could sleep through the rapture. I’m sure he won’t hear,” I rasp, and Elliot snaps into action, standing from the bed and crossing the room. He sets his phone against something so that he’s hands free and whips his shirt over his head.
“Prop your phone up on the sink and stand back. I want to see as much of you as I can.”
I do as he says, and my hands itch to push down the waistband of my pajama pants. But Elliot hasn’t said that I should yet, and I want to do right by him. My excitement is obvious, though. The tent I’m pitching is impossible to hide at this angle, and fromthe way Elliot’s eyes are drawn downwards, he has definitely noticed.
“Jesus, you’re really turned on, aren’t you? You’re so hard, Alex. Can I see? Will you take your pants off so I can see your cock?”
My hands are jittery as I push down my pjs, my throbbing cock bobbing free as I step out of the flannel. Elliot hisses, and when I look back up, his pants are off, too.
Holy shit, Elliot is naked in front of me.
Well, not in front of me. In front of his phone, but I can see him. Can see how long his cock is, the way he’s red and slick at his tip, how he teases the tops of his furry thighs with his fingertips. My stomach swoops, and I feel like I could come justlookingat him.
Elliot Baker is, without a doubt, the sexiest person I have ever seen in my entire life.
How I went twenty-seven years without realizing I’m queer is a mystery.
Or maybe not. Maybe I’ve just been waiting for Elliot to open my eyes all along.
“Fuck, look at how thick you are.”
I whimper as my hands clench at my sides. I feel hot and tight everywhere, like every inch of my skin has been pulled taut. I’ve never been so turned on in my whole life. I’m fucking aching to grab myself, tostroke hard and fast and release some of this tension.
“El, I need…I need to touch myself.”
“Are you waiting for my permission?”
