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“YOU’RE HEAVIER THAN you look,” Bo ground out as he turned the last corner and stumbled into the master bedroom.
“Just dense,” Eli said with a poorly suppressed giggle. “Quit tickling me!”
Bo squeezed his hands around Eli’s knees. “I’m not tickling. I don’t wanna drop you on your head.”
“Like that would make any difference!” Eli grabbed the waistband of his jeans from behind. And dammit, if he dove his fingers under his clothes like that, Bo would drop Eli, and Eli would change his tune of mischief and merriment.
“There.” Bo bent over the bed and lowered Eli on the green comforter. He straightened up and stretched his back. “You need help undressing?” His words, intended as a practical question, came out as an innuendo, and Eli wiggled his hips.
“It wouldn’t hurt,” he said in a hoarse whisper. “Especially not if you undress for me first.”
Bo narrowed his eyes in suspicion. He’d look like an idiot.
“Please?”
Bo sighed and pulled off the long-sleeve T-shirt he always wore around hot glass.
“Oooh,” Eli purred. “You’re so built. I could never look like that.” Bo preened a bit, especially because Eli’s comment wasn’t spoiled by any lack of confidence. Bo was sure Eli was perfectly happy looking the way he was. Encouraged, he popped the button on his jeans.
Eli licked his lower lip.
It must’ve been just a coincidence... could Bo really make Eli do that? Experimentally, he brushed his fingers around his waist. He was trim and well-muscled, and with Eli watching, the cool brush of his own fingertips against his skin was electrifying. Bo bit back a tiny moan.
Eli echoed him, wiggling his hips higher in the air.
Maybe it wasn’t a coincidence. Bo brushed his hands up his chest, past the smattering of blond hair, and tweaked his nipples. Between Eli’s riveted gaze and the unexpected mixture of pleasure and pain, he felt his jeans fill. And stripping for Eli felt unexpectedly good, too. Bo eased his metal zipper down, then playfully tugged his jeans off. They got stuck at the knees. Frustrated, Bo bent forward and, stepping on his own pants, he made his way out. He should’ve felt clumsy and self-conscious. He didn’t – not with Eli’s gaze pinned to his sleek, elastic shorts. They were dark blue, and their yellow seaming outlined everything his jeans hid so well. He was hard underneath, hard and needy.
“Come here,” Eli whispered. “I want to touch you.”
Bo took a step, then another. Before he knew it, Eli’s hand was on his thigh, sliding higher and higher. To his hip. Then Eli brushed his hand against Bo’s considerable bulge, making him gasp.
“So good,” Eli crooned. “But won’t you help me out of my clothes?” Once again, he lifted his hips enticingly, but Bo noticed his good leg quiver, and realized Eli was making this move with just one leg alone.
“Get down, you show-off,” he said gruffly just as Eli slipped his sweats down his front. Not much, just a little. Just enough for his purple head to peek out. Then he rucked his T-shirt up his chest, revealing a smooth, toned belly and caramel nipples. He touched one. “I want you to do that,” Eli whispered. “Please.”
And all Bo could do was oblige.
Eli’s skin was pale, lightly haired and warm under Bo’s hands. He spread his fingers, trying to encompass all that was Eli, every bit that felt soft and warm, but that also called to Bo with its stark planes and hard, lean muscles and the crinkle of fine, dark hair. A guy, no mistake about it. Bo had done this only a few times in the past, but ... he summoned his courage and licked Eli’s tip.
“Oh!” The reward was immediate. Eli felt good in his mouth, really good, a warmth like a kiss, a fullness like a dance of the tongues yet still different. Bo moaned around Eli’s hard cock, delighted at the faint taste of musk and a hint of salt. And the sounds Eli was making! Eli’s fists in Bo’s short hair tightened, and over the rush of blood and lust, Bo thought he heard a desperate, “No, no!”
He let Eli pulled him off, letting go of Eli’s exquisite dick with a pop of his lips. Maybe he was new to this...
“That was pure magic but I don’t wanna come yet,” Eli said with a breathy huff.
“Shower,” Bo recalled. He was surprised to find himself settled between Eli’s splayed thighs, yet not remembering how he got there. The whole situation was fabulous and sweet and entirely unsatisfying. He wanted to do so much more.
“Shower,” Eli groaned. “I’ll need saran wrap.
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ELI WATCHED BO STALK into the bedroom with his cock jutting up and bobbing with every step. “I got the foil, and also duct tape.”
“Okay. Good idea.” Getting the tape off would hurt, but Eli didn’t care. Not now, when Bo was headed in his direction, eyeing him with lips pressed together and lust in his eyes.
“The leg first,” Bo said.
Eli bent his left knee and rolled onto his right hip, making space. Cool plastic and warm hands accompanied the familiar sound of the foil unrolling, ripping, sticking. Then the duct tape and the pinch it always seemed to leave on bare skin.
Then Bo’s light fingers, stroking lightly up Eli’s cock. “N-nice,” Eli said with a gasp. He opened up more, inviting, enticing. More touches – his balls, his taint, a finger feathering up and down his crack.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous like this.” Bo bent down and kissed his shoulder. “But we got to wrap up your arm, too.”
“It’s almost healed,” Eli said. “No need.”
“Yes need.” Bo shimmied up the bed, grasped Eli’s wrist, and straightened his arm. “You ain’t gettin’ hurt on my watch!” More plastic and tape. Yet this time, Eli lowered his arm, forcing Bo to lean over him.
A post-work, pre-shower scent of Bo rolled over Eli like a pheromonal delivery truck. There was nothing like it, just like only the bubbling wine grown in the Champagne region of France tasted like a real champagne. This was the ‘terroir du Bo,’ a fancy, sexy, complex flavor Eli craved with his entire being.
“Hug me?” Eli stretched his arms out.
Bo looked him up and down, confused, but he did lean down and settle next to Eli. “What?”
“Your smell.” Eli tucked his nose under Bo’s arm. “God, you have no idea what you’re doing to me!” As Eli inhaled, he felt Bo’s hand travel down his side, teasing, before he brushed his cock again. Eli didn’t even bother to bite back his whimpers as he splayed his legs open. “I want you.”
Bo propped himself up on his elbow. “Baby. You’re so gorgeous. Your balls look so tight and shiny!”
“I’m gonna come if you don’t stop touching me!” The sentence poured out of Eli as one word.
Bo stilled, and when Eli looked up at him, he was intrigued by his speculative expression. “What?”
Bo stirred uncomfortably. “Nah. I shouldn’t ask.”
“Go, ask.” Eli batted his eyelashes. “Please ask. I can already tell you’re up to no good.”
“I love the way you’re so close. I’d love to, y’know... make it last for you.”
“Yeah.” It wasn’t a question. Make it last and make it good.
“But those two guys, they... um. I don’t wanna hurt you.”
“I trust you.” Eli looked Bo in the eyes. “Seriously, I do. Tell me what you want.”
“I’d like to put a ring on you. And I’d like us to shower, and after that, I wanna eat your ass out before I fuck you till you don’t know your name.”
Eli nodded, lips parted and breath coming fast and shallow. He couldn’t recall the last time he’d been this turned on. “Do it.”
“You sure?”
“Totally. I know you’ll take it off when I ask.”
“I will.” Bo bent down and brushed a dry kiss on Eli’s mouth, and Eli knew this would be good. Sober, not needing any of those touchy-feely drugs, hard enough to drive nails.
He was present.
He was here, in the moment, ready to relish every single bit of sensation Bo saw fit to lavish upon him.
Which is how his cock and balls ended up being tied with a length of parachute cord. It sort of hurt, but it also sort of felt great, and it was a bitch to try and walk on crutches with his sensitive balls and erect cock.
He made it to the bathroom with Bo on his heels. Bo closed the heavy door. It looked freshly painted, and a full-length mirror hung on the bathroom side.
“Wow,” Eli said when he saw his reflection. “That looks... hot.” He squinted, shifted his weight carefully, and fingered the cord under his balls. “What’s that? Did you put a bow on me?”
“Yeah,” Bo whispered by his ear, breathing hard, his moist air washing over Eli’s neck. “Easier to take off.” He reached past Eli, turned the shower on, and adjusted the temperature. “Try not to come until we get to bed, okay?”
“Okay,” Eli said. He tried to swallow, but a lump formed in his throat. Matt and Jeff never asked, they had just ordered. Or cajoled, but never asked. It had all been about them.
“You okay?”
Eli nodded. “Just, bad memory and all.”
“You want me to take it off?” Bo pressed Eli into the cold tile wall, searching for a true answer. Eli had to give it to him.
“No. I like it when you do it.” He liked when Bo washed his hair, and shaved his face, and scrubbed his body with a washcloth and a pine-scented body wash. Eli gave himself up to Bo’s care, knowing that this wasn’t submission or yielding or anything like that. This was letting a lover do what he thought would feel the best while knowing he’d stop if asked.
This was consent.
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THE SPRING AIR STILL had a bit of a nip to it, and Eli’s moist skin was covered in goose-bumps as Bo positioned him over a stack of pillows on the end of his bed. Eli’s chest was sliding off, with his ass high in the air and his hard cock still bound and bobbing.
“Let’s see about you. Let’s make you feel real good.” Those were Bo’s last words, followed by kisses on the small of Eli’s back, hands running up and down his sides, his legs. Eli felt Bo’s hand touch the wound under the bandages, and it felt okay now. He knew it was there but he felt no pain. Just soft, delicate lips.
A nip to his ass – a kiss.
A tongue up his crack. That was new, although he’d seen it in video. He’d fantasized about it.
Eli’s throat began to feel dry and scratchy, and he realized he’d been loud. Horribly so. He tried to bite back another groan of pleasure, but Bo spread his cheeks again and plied him with his tongue magic.
“I gotta come!” Finally, words. Urgent, pain-filled words as his balls threatened to burst and his untouched cock jutted up, not quite satisfied by rubbing against the bedding. “Please!”
The contact ceased. No more wet, hot goodness, no more teasing penetration.
“You want me in you for it?”
“Yeah. Take me, Bo. Take me hard.”
Eli heard Bo pant, as though he, too, was close.
“Lemme put on a condom.” The crinkle of the wrapper broke the air, then the familiar lube-fart that signified a half-empty bottle.
“I’ll untie you first.” Bo voice was harsh and raspy behind him. Eli felt a tug, then another, then fingers against his balls.
“Oww!!”
“Hurts?”
“My hair... got caught.”
“Sorry.”
And then, suddenly, his dick was free and his balls drew close up, and it was just a matter of seconds –
Hard, blunt cockhead pushed inside him. Eli bore down, welcoming it. The stretch, it was a thing of beauty. The tight, painful feeling, so familiar and so new every time.
“I’ll wait,” Bo gasped.
“No! Don’t, just do it.”
A slow, controlled slide, all the way in. Bo was as big as Eli could reasonably tolerate, but that slide of in and out, the brush of his cockhead over the bump deeper in –
“Yeah! There!”
Bo answered by driving inside him, hard and deep and thorough, and Eli just fisted the comforter, closed his eyes, and felt.
He felt everything. Bo’s fingers digging into his hips, the way Bo’s legs spread his, Bo’s thigh pressing against the barely-healed wound in Eli’s leg. He didn’t feel the pain, just the gathering storm below his gut and the war between wanting to make it last forever, and letting go.
Bo slammed in again. His balls swung, hitting Eli’s shiny, oversensitive testicles in a burst of pleasure/pain that tore down all barriers. A burst of sparks cascaded up Eli’s spine, exploding in a blinding flash of white that went on and on, thrust after a thrust, like crests upon a wave. Bo roared and clenched his back just as blackness followed, the kind that’s punctuated by wild streaks of light, as though he’d been looking into the sun too long.
“Wow.”
“Wow.”
“Y’okay?” Bo slurred.
“Better than.”
“Sleep.” The verdict came with Bo pulling Eli up the bed as though he were a rag doll. No aftercare, no tissues, just a sticky mess and a condom wrapped in a dirty sock and tossed on the carpet.
Bo drew Eli against his chest and tucked them in. Eli wanted to fuss, but sacked out before his own jizz grew cold.