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Authors: Erin M. Leaf
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rich ocher, in gorgeous contrast with the creamy bedding. His mind wandered, picturing Eli on that bed, naked. His libido added Sherry and he flushed as he imagined her naked limbs twined with Eli's, their skin sliding over one another. Jesus. He had to get a grip. The last two weeks had been torture. Every time he and Eli were together, which was often considering that they worked together all day, every day, Simon found his mind wandering into dangerous territory. He couldn't get the kisses out of his head. Kissing Sherry, kissing Eli, either one had the power to distract him. Arouse him. Shit.
"Simon?"
Simon blinked. "What?"
Eli's face was pink. He was staring at Simon's mouth. What the hell?
"It's time to go down." Eli shoved his hands in his pockets, ruining the line of his tux.
"Yeah, I know." Simon licked his lips, trying to bury the urge to grab Eli and kiss him senseless.
"For God's sake, will you stop that?" Eli asked, his voice exasperated.
"What? What'd I do?" Simon nervously licked his lips again.
" That . Stop licking your lips. I can't take it anymore," Eli said. He spun around, shoulders hunched.
Simon's body went hot, then cold. "Sorry," he muttered. He didn't try to pretend he didn't know what Eli was talking about.
"Sherry will be here any moment," Eli said, back still turned.
Simon glanced out the windows. The sun was setting over Central Park and the lights of the city sparkled like stars against the colorful sky. "We should go downstairs."
Eli spun around, his face tormented. Simon stepped forward instinctively before he caught himself. For a moment he'd forgotten they weren't doing that anymore. No more hugs, no more casual slaps on the back. Simon hated it. Ever since that last kiss at the rest stop, he and Eli had been dancing around each other, afraid to touch. "Eli—"
"Oh, fuck it all to hell," Eli said, striding over.
Simon lurched back but Eli was on him, strong hands grabbing his biceps and pulling him forward. He let Eli manhandle him, relief crashing through his body. Oh thank God, he feels this too . Simon tried to wrap his brain around that realization. Failed. He was so aroused the lack of blood had to be making him stupid. My legs are trembling, how ridiculous , he thought, then Eli's lips were on his, softly coaxing his mouth open.
"Eli, what are you doing?" Simon whispered. Eli smelled so fucking good. He leaned in, unable to stop himself from trying to get closer.
"What the hell do you think I'm doing?" Eli kissed him again.
Simon's couldn't breathe. Couldn't think. Was this really happening? "Eli, God." Simon kissed him back, but then pulled away, panting. His cock was so hard it hurt.
"Just shut up. Shut the fuck up, Simon, okay?" Eli let his head fall onto Simon's shoulder. "Don't say anything."
"Eli, this is crazy," Simon said. He didn't know where to put his hands and finally settled them on Eli's hips. "Sherry is going to be here any minute now."
"I know." Eli turned his face into Simon's neck then stepped back. He looked as wrecked as Simon felt.
"We need to talk about this," Simon said, taking the shreds of his courage and forcing himself to act like a rational adult. "We can't just keep ignoring what's happening."
"I know." Eli's sounded like he'd swallowed rocks. "But not now. Sherry is coming, and God—" He ran his hands over his short hair.
"I don't want to hurt her." Simon clenched his hands into fists. How did they get into this fucked-up situation? Since when did he like guys? Since when did he like guys and girls at the same time? His nails cut into his palms.
"You think I do?" Eli burst out, anger chasing across his face. He glared at Simon but then the quick flash of his temper died out. "Oh shit, Simon. You like her too?"
Simon blinked. What the fuck? "Well, yeah. Of course ."
Eli blushed suddenly, color washing over his face like a wave. "Oh my God, I'm sorry. Shit."
What? Eli turned away, heading for the door. Simon beat him there. "Eli?
"Simon?"
Simon blinked. "What?"
Eli's face was pink. He was staring at Simon's mouth. What the hell?
"It's time to go down." Eli shoved his hands in his pockets, ruining the line of his tux.
"Yeah, I know." Simon licked his lips, trying to bury the urge to grab Eli and kiss him senseless.
"For God's sake, will you stop that?" Eli asked, his voice exasperated.
"What? What'd I do?" Simon nervously licked his lips again.
" That . Stop licking your lips. I can't take it anymore," Eli said. He spun around, shoulders hunched.
Simon's body went hot, then cold. "Sorry," he muttered. He didn't try to pretend he didn't know what Eli was talking about.
"Sherry will be here any moment," Eli said, back still turned.
Simon glanced out the windows. The sun was setting over Central Park and the lights of the city sparkled like stars against the colorful sky. "We should go downstairs."
Eli spun around, his face tormented. Simon stepped forward instinctively before he caught himself. For a moment he'd forgotten they weren't doing that anymore. No more hugs, no more casual slaps on the back. Simon hated it. Ever since that last kiss at the rest stop, he and Eli had been dancing around each other, afraid to touch. "Eli—"
"Oh, fuck it all to hell," Eli said, striding over.
Simon lurched back but Eli was on him, strong hands grabbing his biceps and pulling him forward. He let Eli manhandle him, relief crashing through his body. Oh thank God, he feels this too . Simon tried to wrap his brain around that realization. Failed. He was so aroused the lack of blood had to be making him stupid. My legs are trembling, how ridiculous , he thought, then Eli's lips were on his, softly coaxing his mouth open.
"Eli, what are you doing?" Simon whispered. Eli smelled so fucking good. He leaned in, unable to stop himself from trying to get closer.
"What the hell do you think I'm doing?" Eli kissed him again.
Simon's couldn't breathe. Couldn't think. Was this really happening? "Eli, God." Simon kissed him back, but then pulled away, panting. His cock was so hard it hurt.
"Just shut up. Shut the fuck up, Simon, okay?" Eli let his head fall onto Simon's shoulder. "Don't say anything."
"Eli, this is crazy," Simon said. He didn't know where to put his hands and finally settled them on Eli's hips. "Sherry is going to be here any minute now."
"I know." Eli turned his face into Simon's neck then stepped back. He looked as wrecked as Simon felt.
"We need to talk about this," Simon said, taking the shreds of his courage and forcing himself to act like a rational adult. "We can't just keep ignoring what's happening."
"I know." Eli's sounded like he'd swallowed rocks. "But not now. Sherry is coming, and God—" He ran his hands over his short hair.
"I don't want to hurt her." Simon clenched his hands into fists. How did they get into this fucked-up situation? Since when did he like guys? Since when did he like guys and girls at the same time? His nails cut into his palms.
"You think I do?" Eli burst out, anger chasing across his face. He glared at Simon but then the quick flash of his temper died out. "Oh shit, Simon. You like her too?"
Simon blinked. What the fuck? "Well, yeah. Of course ."
Eli blushed suddenly, color washing over his face like a wave. "Oh my God, I'm sorry. Shit."
What? Eli turned away, heading for the door. Simon beat him there. "Eli?
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