“I couldn’t let you leave. I can’t...” Damon squeezed his eyes shut. “Please. I don’t want to fight like last time.”
“We’re not,” Elliot said. “We’re not fighting.”
“I can’t handle you avoiding me. Us not talking,” Damon said, his knuckles white as if he could hold Elliot there with him through pure strength of will.
“It’s okay, Damon,” Elliot said, grabbing his wrist, which loosened his hold on his shirt. “I’m not going anywhere—”
Damon launched forward, silencing his next words with a kiss.
Elliot tensed, his confusion and shock freezing him in place for a split second, and then his power lit him from the inside out, the heat from his magic and his desire melting him, making him pliable and moldable to Damon’s wandering hands.
Damon’s mouth slotted over Elliot’s, and his stubble scraped along Elliot’s cheeks, rough and biting. Damon flattened his palms over his chest, up his shoulders, grabbing either side of his jaw and forcing Elliot into whatever position Damon wanted.
Elliot finally regained some motor function and let his hands travel under Damon’s shirt, reveling in the peaks and valleys of Damon’s ab muscles under his hands. He’d always wanted to lick them, wanted his mouth on them. That had been the very first thing he did when Damon had let him touch him. He was obsessed with his body. Had been for so many years. And now it was pressing into him and he was free to touch it all he liked.
Elliot wound his hands to Damon’s back and kneaded the lean muscles along his spine and down toward his ass. He hesitated for a second, but Damon was nipping at his bottom lip and sucking it into his mouth, so Elliot squeezed the round muscled flesh of his ass and used that leverage to pull their groins closer, practically humping him. He tried to memorize the ecstasy thatwas Damon’s body against his. It’d been so much better than Elliot had ever let himself imagine it could be.
Damon ground his pelvis against Elliot’s, their hardening dicks rubbing against each other.
Frantic need erupted; power burst from Elliot’s hands, but neither of them noticed or cared. Every cell of Elliot’s body was singing Damon’s name in perfect harmony.
Damon’s tongue was mouth fucking him, vicious and demanding, with so much need it made Elliot want to know what it’d feel like if Damon really fucked him. What it’d feel like to have more than just Damon’s tongue inside him, to have all of him inside of him. Damon was already imprinted in Elliot’s every cell. They grew up together. Every cherished memory Elliot had had pieces of Damon in it.
“Damon,” Elliot moaned as Damon kissed and nipped his jaw, but he shouldn’t have broken the silence because in the next second Damon was gone, backing up with scared wide eyes.
Elliot put his hand out, but Damon only stared at it like it was poisonous.
“Hey. It’s okay. It’s fine.” It wasn’t. But Elliot could pretend. He’d been pretending for years.
“We can’t...” Damon rubbed his eyes. “I’m not…”
Elliot sighed. “You aren’t gay?”
He shook his head.
Elliot pressed his lips together. “Is it possible that maybe...”
He stared at him like the next words out of his mouth might cause an explosion and destroy everything.
Hell, maybe they would.
“Is it possible that you’re bisexual?” Elliot asked.
Damon stepped backward until his knees hit the bed, and he sank down. He put his head in his hands. “Yeah, I guess so.”
“I can go,” Elliot said. “I don’t want to upset you.”
“No.” He looked up with tears in his eyes. “Please don’t leave. I...I have no one to... I need my best friend.”
Elliot’s heart broke at the anguish in Damon’s voice. He sat beside Damon on the bed and wrapped his arms around him. Damon buried his head into Elliot’s chest and sobbed.
“It’s okay,” Elliot said, rubbing his back. “It’s going to be okay.”
“I don’t want to lose you. I can’t lose you.”
“You won’t. You’ll never lose me.”
The last time they were in this exact position was when Damon’s dad died. His dad had been amazing, funny and jovial, just like Damon. If he was still alive, Damon could have gone to him. Could have told him what he was feeling.
