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Authors: Willa Okati
Tags: M/M Contemporary, Source: Amazon
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him in for a kiss that might have lasted hours. Eli lost track. All he knew was that somewhere in the middle, he needed to touch more. Arms, chest, stomach, none were quite enough until he was back at Zane's hip again.
Until he found himself toying with the button and zip of Zane's jeans, the heat of his solid erection radiating against the side of his hand, and Zane's breathing quick and shallow against his lips.
Terrifying. Almost too much so. Almost—
Zane knew exactly what Eli was thinking. Always did. Never let anyone say Zane wasn't a quick study or that he didn't understand what made Eli tick. He was at the perfect angle to slide his hand down the back of Eli's jeans and squeeze his ass.
“Fuck!” Eli hissed between his teeth and bowed his back, wanting both to draw back and to grind forward.
“Play your cards right,” Zane said. He kneaded muscle and nudged Eli closer, closer, closer still. “Do it. Give me your hand.”
How was Eli supposed to say no to that, especially when he wanted it enough to make him crazy? So strange. Yet not at all. Fuck, he'd never make sense of this. All he could do was act. He took a deep breath, exhaled it into Zane's mouth and undid the fastenings of Zane's jeans in a rush. Zane's cock filled the gap he'd made, rubbing up firm and scorching against Eli's palm. It jerked when they made contact, as Zane drew in a shocked gasp and then groaned.
“More,” he demanded. Begged. “Eli, please. More.”
“I've got you,” Eli said. In for a penny. In for a fuck. This was Zane falling apart beneath him, and he was the one who'd made it happen. Eli didn't have the words.
It still took courage to nudge Zane's snug-fitting boxer briefs down, to uncover sleek hips and, though he couldn't quite make himself look, to wrap his hand around hard flesh and squeeze. Zane swore, butted his head hard to Eli's chest, and, before Eli could process what was happening, came, spilling sticky heat over Eli's fingers that dripped back down over his belly.
No man could stand up to that. Eli let go to fumble at his jeans, realizing when he made contact that his fingers were wet with Zane's cum. The slick glide of that on his cock undid him too. He didn't have the presence of mind to guide the jets over Zane, but God almighty, he wished he had, and the thought of it made him grind his teeth together until his jaws creaked, made him come hard, wringing himself out.
He collapsed then, head thumping down on Zane's chest where he could smell sweat and cum and soap. “Christ,” he said, out of breath. Embarrassment hovered just beyond the horizon, barely staved off. For now.
“Third base on the first date,” Zane said, sounding stoned, lazily brushing at Eli's hair. “I guess I am that kind of girl after all.”
It made Eli laugh, exactly what Zane had no doubt intended. He found himself pressing a kiss over Zane's sternum. “You, my friend, are a strange man.”
“Guilty,” Zane said, satisfaction and afterglow drawing the word out into one long sigh. “Hypothesis confirmed, proved, rubber-stamped, and Viagra not needed. Not a fluke.”
Eli had sobered. He rubbed his thumb over Zane's stomach, smearing it in the last of the drying cum, rubbing it into Zane's skin. Zane grunted but let him do as he liked. “Not what I'd pictured,” he said, knowing Zane would understand him.
Zane chuckled lazily. “And what did you have in mind?”
“I honestly don't know.”
“Regrets?”
“No,” Eli said. It was only partially a lie. Okay, mostly a lie, but not for reasons he could or wanted to explain. It'd been…clumsy. Rushed. Heat and need and wham, bam, over. Not that that was a bad thing. Hot and heavy suited him fine.
Now, if he just had a practical clue about how to take it further…
Zane tweaked Eli's ear. “Quit thinking so hard. You're giving me a headache. C'mon. I have a decent bed. We should
Until he found himself toying with the button and zip of Zane's jeans, the heat of his solid erection radiating against the side of his hand, and Zane's breathing quick and shallow against his lips.
Terrifying. Almost too much so. Almost—
Zane knew exactly what Eli was thinking. Always did. Never let anyone say Zane wasn't a quick study or that he didn't understand what made Eli tick. He was at the perfect angle to slide his hand down the back of Eli's jeans and squeeze his ass.
“Fuck!” Eli hissed between his teeth and bowed his back, wanting both to draw back and to grind forward.
“Play your cards right,” Zane said. He kneaded muscle and nudged Eli closer, closer, closer still. “Do it. Give me your hand.”
How was Eli supposed to say no to that, especially when he wanted it enough to make him crazy? So strange. Yet not at all. Fuck, he'd never make sense of this. All he could do was act. He took a deep breath, exhaled it into Zane's mouth and undid the fastenings of Zane's jeans in a rush. Zane's cock filled the gap he'd made, rubbing up firm and scorching against Eli's palm. It jerked when they made contact, as Zane drew in a shocked gasp and then groaned.
“More,” he demanded. Begged. “Eli, please. More.”
“I've got you,” Eli said. In for a penny. In for a fuck. This was Zane falling apart beneath him, and he was the one who'd made it happen. Eli didn't have the words.
It still took courage to nudge Zane's snug-fitting boxer briefs down, to uncover sleek hips and, though he couldn't quite make himself look, to wrap his hand around hard flesh and squeeze. Zane swore, butted his head hard to Eli's chest, and, before Eli could process what was happening, came, spilling sticky heat over Eli's fingers that dripped back down over his belly.
No man could stand up to that. Eli let go to fumble at his jeans, realizing when he made contact that his fingers were wet with Zane's cum. The slick glide of that on his cock undid him too. He didn't have the presence of mind to guide the jets over Zane, but God almighty, he wished he had, and the thought of it made him grind his teeth together until his jaws creaked, made him come hard, wringing himself out.
He collapsed then, head thumping down on Zane's chest where he could smell sweat and cum and soap. “Christ,” he said, out of breath. Embarrassment hovered just beyond the horizon, barely staved off. For now.
“Third base on the first date,” Zane said, sounding stoned, lazily brushing at Eli's hair. “I guess I am that kind of girl after all.”
It made Eli laugh, exactly what Zane had no doubt intended. He found himself pressing a kiss over Zane's sternum. “You, my friend, are a strange man.”
“Guilty,” Zane said, satisfaction and afterglow drawing the word out into one long sigh. “Hypothesis confirmed, proved, rubber-stamped, and Viagra not needed. Not a fluke.”
Eli had sobered. He rubbed his thumb over Zane's stomach, smearing it in the last of the drying cum, rubbing it into Zane's skin. Zane grunted but let him do as he liked. “Not what I'd pictured,” he said, knowing Zane would understand him.
Zane chuckled lazily. “And what did you have in mind?”
“I honestly don't know.”
“Regrets?”
“No,” Eli said. It was only partially a lie. Okay, mostly a lie, but not for reasons he could or wanted to explain. It'd been…clumsy. Rushed. Heat and need and wham, bam, over. Not that that was a bad thing. Hot and heavy suited him fine.
Now, if he just had a practical clue about how to take it further…
Zane tweaked Eli's ear. “Quit thinking so hard. You're giving me a headache. C'mon. I have a decent bed. We should
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