Yes. Touch me.
“Jesus,” Joey breathes out harshly. I can barely make out his face in the dim emergency light, but I know he’s looking down at my cock in his grip. I don’t need to see it this time. I can feel it. His fingers might as well be shooting electricity through my skin, conducting a heat I might not survive. When his thumb skims over the head, already pearling with precum, a harsh, needy sound escapes my throat.
“Do you like that?” he asks.
Harder. Tighter.
“Everything. Anything. Do anything you want.”
A kiss lands on my chin, his tongue darting out over the divot I’ve hidden for years. “What about what you want?”
My blood is pounding in my head and I bite down on my lower lip until I taste copper. “I want you.”
“What do you want to do with me?”
The question whispered in my ear feels like a dare. “Things I’ve never wanted before. But I already…I don’t want to screw this up.”
His hand stills on my cock and my hips rock forward, desperate. “Joey.”
“Show me.”
He doesn’t know what he’s asking. He’s had too much to drink.
But I want him too much to refuse.
“A little,” I promise shakily. “I’ll show you a little. Touch you the way I want to. But I’ll stop the second you say the word.”
I turn him until he’s facing the corner, and his gasp is loud in the darkness when I unzip and push his pants and boxers down below his ass. “Only this. I won’t. I swear.”
I’m so fucking turned on I can’t form a sentence, so I show him instead, wrapping one arm around his chest and gripping his cock in my other fist. I was right about the heft. Soft skin over hot iron. Branding my palm. Thick enough and long enough to make my mouth water.
Jesus, I want to taste it. I’ve never even thought about that before.
It’s him. It’s got to be him.
“Elliot,” he pleads breathlessly. “Do it. Show me.”
His words give me permission and I take it, stroking his shaft while my own cock glides over the smooth cheeks of his ass.
“Oh God.” Joey presses his forehead against the wall and I kiss the back of his neck, sucking and licking everything I can reach.
He likes it. He wants it.
I touch him the way I touch myself. A little too hard. Too tight.
He rocks his ass back against me, begging me for more.
“You like that?” I growl.
“Yes.”
Thank God. My cock slips between his cheeks and we both moan when I grind myself against his tight hole. “This. Not this time, but this is what I want to do to you. All I can think about.”
Getting inside. Claiming him. Filling him.
He turns his head to look back at me, and I can feel his heart pounding. Racing. “Faster. I’m there. Come with me.”
As soon as he says it, I’m there. Sparks explode up my spine as my climax takes me by surprise. “Fuck, I can’t—”
He cries out and I lean closer, smothering the sound with my lips. I feel the warm release on my fingers and feel a burst of pleasure and adrenaline rushing through me. I did that.
Making Joey come feels like winning a damn championship. I want to do it again. I want to spend the night with my arms around him, keeping him close to me. Safe with me.
This is how it’s supposed to feel.
I don’t know how I know it, but it’s true. For the first time in my life I don’t feel like rushing to get out the door. I don’t want to shower or move on.
I want more of him. More of this.
It’s no longer a question that needs answering.
Joey sags between me and the wall with a sigh. “Did that happen, or did I pass out in the car?”
I turn him to face me and lower my head to brush my lips against his. “It happened.”
My hand is covered in come and I wipe it on my jeans before I’m tempted to taste it. One thing at a fucking time.
“It doesn’t make any sense,” Joey says, sounded bemused. “You’re a two-point-five.”
I stop and look up, wishing I could see his expression. “I’m a what?”
“It means you aren’t gay. And you wouldn’t even think about going skycla—Argh!”
Before he’s finished, a blast of light nearly blinds me. I slap my hand over my eyes, seeing spots and solar flares. “Son of a bitch.”
“Guess again.” The amused female voice jolts us both like a cattle prod in the balls. “I told you it wouldn’t take that long. Hope you weren’t too bored.”
“I knew it,” Joey swears, fumbling with his pants as I hurriedly zip up my jeans, grimacing at the damp spot. “Her timing is too suspect. I’m talking to Carter about his camera placement tomorrow.”
I’m about to tell him I positioned us to make sure no one could see him, just in case. But now that he’s coming into focus, something holds my tongue. He looks off. Instead of a post-orgasm flush, there’s a gray cast beneath his olive complexion that worries me. He seems agitated. Did I do something wrong? “Are you okay?”