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Authors: A.J. Thomas
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while now. If I want to eat Pop-Tarts for breakfast, I will. I don’t need nutrition advice from a psychopath who’s going to try babying me one minute and electrocuting me the next! It’s patronizing, it’s annoying, and if you don’t knock it the hell off I will throw your ass out!”
“I didn’t mean it like that, I’m just….”
“Get out.”
Ray shut his eyes and took a long, slow breath. “I can never do anything right with you, can I?”
“Do anything right?” Elliot wanted to scream. Being treated like a child in his own home was bad enough. He hated the way Ray just turned Elliot’s accusations back on him, shifting the focus away from Ray’s own behavior and making him feel as if he’d done something wrong. Elliot felt like he was sixteen and shouting at his ever-calm, open-minded parents all over again. Elliot grabbed the front of Ray’s T-shirt and tried to lift him up. The few inches of height he had over Ray didn’t give him much of an advantage, but he managed to lift him a little. Ray was a lot heavier than his slender frame made Elliot suspect.
Elliot was going to shout at him, to shove him out of his bedroom and toss him out the front door, but the way Ray’s cheeks darkened and his lips opened, the way his breath seemed to come in shallow huffs even though he wasn’t moving, sabotaged Elliot’s rage.
Ray’s gaze shifted from Elliot’s eyes to his lips and back again, and then the other man rose up on his toes and crushed his lips against Elliot’s. Elliot stumbled backward, his fingers still wrapped in Ray’s T-shirt, pulling the other man with him. He felt Ray’s hands on him, felt Ray caressing his shoulders hard enough that his skin stayed warm even after Ray shifted his hands down Elliot’s chest to his waist. All the while, Ray’s moist lips rubbed against his, not forcing his lips apart, but maintaining a pressure and insistence that left every nerve in Elliot’s body tingling. He tugged on Ray’s T-shirt, pulling until the other man’s body was flush with his own. Ray rocked his hips against Elliot’s body, shoving the bulge in his slacks against Elliot’s rapidly swelling cock.
Elliot gasped at Ray’s frank arousal and used his grip on Ray’s T-shirt to shove him away. He would have followed up the push with a punch or a throw, but his head was spinning, and he was already out of breath. He settled his weight on the wall behind him and forced himself to take a few deep, slow breaths to calm down. He glanced up at the obnoxious man in his bedroom, thankful he wasn’t the only one standing there with a stunned expression and an obvious hard-on.
When Ray took half a step toward him, Elliot held up both of his hands, stopping him. “No.”
The disappointment in Ray’s eyes made Elliot want to take it back. It made him want to drag Ray over to his bed and give them both a chance to get this stupidity out of their systems. But that was all this attraction was—a stupid mistake that shouldn’t have happened in the first place. It was a mistake Elliot was not going to repeat.
“It’s not that it wasn’t good. It was good.” Elliot stepped into the bathroom. It had been amazing, but Elliot had no intention of saying that out loud. The last thing Ray Delgado’s ego needed was reinforcement. “I’m not going to fuck around with someone close to an active case. It’d be professional suicide.”
“Nobody would have to know.” Ray’s voice was quiet, almost pleading.
“That’s not the only reason.” Elliot shifted from one foot to the other. He wasn’t sure why he was nervous. “I’m just not looking for a hookup. I’ve got a chance to stay in one spot for more than a year with this assignment. I’ve got a chance to actually get to know someone. That might not mean anything to someone like you, but it’s a chance I’ve never had before, and I don’t want to waste it.”
Ray looked like he was about to protest, then he stopped, his head
“I didn’t mean it like that, I’m just….”
“Get out.”
Ray shut his eyes and took a long, slow breath. “I can never do anything right with you, can I?”
“Do anything right?” Elliot wanted to scream. Being treated like a child in his own home was bad enough. He hated the way Ray just turned Elliot’s accusations back on him, shifting the focus away from Ray’s own behavior and making him feel as if he’d done something wrong. Elliot felt like he was sixteen and shouting at his ever-calm, open-minded parents all over again. Elliot grabbed the front of Ray’s T-shirt and tried to lift him up. The few inches of height he had over Ray didn’t give him much of an advantage, but he managed to lift him a little. Ray was a lot heavier than his slender frame made Elliot suspect.
Elliot was going to shout at him, to shove him out of his bedroom and toss him out the front door, but the way Ray’s cheeks darkened and his lips opened, the way his breath seemed to come in shallow huffs even though he wasn’t moving, sabotaged Elliot’s rage.
Ray’s gaze shifted from Elliot’s eyes to his lips and back again, and then the other man rose up on his toes and crushed his lips against Elliot’s. Elliot stumbled backward, his fingers still wrapped in Ray’s T-shirt, pulling the other man with him. He felt Ray’s hands on him, felt Ray caressing his shoulders hard enough that his skin stayed warm even after Ray shifted his hands down Elliot’s chest to his waist. All the while, Ray’s moist lips rubbed against his, not forcing his lips apart, but maintaining a pressure and insistence that left every nerve in Elliot’s body tingling. He tugged on Ray’s T-shirt, pulling until the other man’s body was flush with his own. Ray rocked his hips against Elliot’s body, shoving the bulge in his slacks against Elliot’s rapidly swelling cock.
Elliot gasped at Ray’s frank arousal and used his grip on Ray’s T-shirt to shove him away. He would have followed up the push with a punch or a throw, but his head was spinning, and he was already out of breath. He settled his weight on the wall behind him and forced himself to take a few deep, slow breaths to calm down. He glanced up at the obnoxious man in his bedroom, thankful he wasn’t the only one standing there with a stunned expression and an obvious hard-on.
When Ray took half a step toward him, Elliot held up both of his hands, stopping him. “No.”
The disappointment in Ray’s eyes made Elliot want to take it back. It made him want to drag Ray over to his bed and give them both a chance to get this stupidity out of their systems. But that was all this attraction was—a stupid mistake that shouldn’t have happened in the first place. It was a mistake Elliot was not going to repeat.
“It’s not that it wasn’t good. It was good.” Elliot stepped into the bathroom. It had been amazing, but Elliot had no intention of saying that out loud. The last thing Ray Delgado’s ego needed was reinforcement. “I’m not going to fuck around with someone close to an active case. It’d be professional suicide.”
“Nobody would have to know.” Ray’s voice was quiet, almost pleading.
“That’s not the only reason.” Elliot shifted from one foot to the other. He wasn’t sure why he was nervous. “I’m just not looking for a hookup. I’ve got a chance to stay in one spot for more than a year with this assignment. I’ve got a chance to actually get to know someone. That might not mean anything to someone like you, but it’s a chance I’ve never had before, and I don’t want to waste it.”
Ray looked like he was about to protest, then he stopped, his head
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