Chapter Fifteen
As soon as Danny let him take a breath, Eliot got up from the couch and headed for the door.
“Don’t go,” Danny said, his voice rough, bordering on broken.
Eliot turned to him and smiled. “I’m not,” he said, flicking the lock on the door closed and turning back to Danny. “Just making sure no one bursts in.”
Danny’s shoulders slumped with relief, and he sat back on the couch as Eliot approached again. This time, Eliot dropped himself into Danny’s lap, feeling no need to be shy anymore.
They’d clearly both reached the point where they knew what they wanted. Excitement flared in Eliot’s gut as he took his glasses off and tucked them into his jacket pocket, not wanting them to get in the way this time.
Without waiting for Danny, Eliot darted in, sealing his lips over Danny’s mouth eagerly. He closed his eyes as he felt Danny’s hands move to his back, under his jacket so there was only a thin shirt in the way.
Danny always ran hot, his body warm and solid as Eliot wriggled closer, wanting as much contact as he could get. A flare of arousal warmed Eliot’s stomach as he pressed himself against Danny hip-to-shoulder, as he felt Danny’s heaving breaths in his own chest.
They were probably both a little old for furtive makeout sessions, but that made it even better.
“I want you,” Danny murmured between kisses, shifting his grip on Eliot to hold him closer.
“You’ve got me,” Eliot responded, brushing his nose against Danny’s. “You are so hot,” he added, laughing softly.
As much as Eliot hated to admit it, Danny was pretty much the pinnacle of male beauty, from his warm puppy-dog eyes to his knee-weakening smile and big, broad shoulders.
Kissing him was addictive, every tiny, needy sound he made spurring Eliot on to get him to make it again. Everything about the way Danny kissed was perfect.
As the kiss deepened, Eliot could feel Danny getting hard underneath him. That wasreallyhot.
Danny was the kind of man who could have anyone he set his eyes on, and he wanted Eliot. It felt so good to know that, to be able to feel the evidence of it pressing against his thigh.
Eliot nipped at Danny’s lips lightly, not wanting to bruise them too visibly. They still had to go back and face the other guests.
“Need a little help, there?” he murmured, grinding his hips down against Danny’s for emphasis.
“Here?” Danny asked, his face getting hot so quickly that Eliot didn’t even need to see him blushing.
“Door’s locked.” Eliot smiled slowly. “We’ll have to be quiet, but…”
He wasn’t sure Danny was going to go for it. Realizing you were really into the guy you’d been pretending to date was one thing, screwing in someone else’s study while they had about a million guests over was another thing entirely.
A hotter, more exciting thing, but maybe notDanny’sthing.
Danny swallowed audibly, but then, to Eliot’s surprise, nodded. “Okay,” he said, his voice low and his cheeks still flushed.
Eliot surged forward to claim his lips again, taking his time to swipe his tongue along the sensitive inside even as he reached down to open Danny’s pants. They didn’t have time or space for anything complex, but this wasn’t about technique. This was about need, and lust, and confirming for each other that they really did want this, that they’d both gotten to the same page at once this time.
Eliot moaned the moment the moment Danny’s hot, hard cock sprung out into his hand. He kissed Danny again, hard, to stifle the sound. His heart pounded in his chest, blood rushing in his ears.
Unsurprisingly, Danny had absolutely nothing to be ashamed of. He was a big guy all over.
One-handed, Eliot struggled to open his own pants, making a soft, happy sound as Danny worked his hand between them to help. It wasn’t necessarily helpful, but every brush of Danny’s knuckles against Eliot’s sensitive cock, even through the fabric of his pants and then his underwear, made his eyes roll back in his head.
He wanted this. Eliot wanted this more than he’d been willing to admit, even to himself. His fascination with Danny had started on the first day they met, he’d wondered then what sex with him would be like, and now he was going to get a taste of that.
Danny grunted as Eliot’s cock brushed against his, bucking his hips. Eliot was forced to grip the back of the couch with one hand to hold on, wrapping the other one around both of their cocks.
The heat and friction between them made Eliot gasp into Danny’s mouth, barely stifling a moan that would have alerted everyone in the house. Sex with Danny was already as hot as he’d imagined. Hotter. And this was just a hurried handjob.
Too out of breath to kiss him anymore, Eliot buried his face in Danny’s neck instead, taking in the clean soap smell of his skin, the slightly astringent scent of his aftershave, the fluttering of his pulse in his veins.
