Chapter Ten
Damon spent three weeks trying to figure out if he was gay.
He checked out every guy he came across and asked himself if he wanted to do anything sexual with them.
He didn’t.
He watched gay porn, and found it a little…disturbing. His stomach felt vaguely unsettled through the whole thing.
He asked the internet and took stupid tests, stumbled upon internet forums, and it was all inconclusive…
It honestly just confused him more.
But since he had no proof he was gay, he must be straight, which meant he didn’t have to avoid wrestling with Elliot anymore.
It was a huge relief. Damon missed touching him. He only realized how handsy he’d been with Elliot after he’d made the conscious decision to stop touching him.
Sitting shoulder-to-shoulder while they played video games. Squeezing Elliot’s arm at school. Pulling Elliot into hugs and headlocks and messing up his hair.
You know, best-friend stuff.
Now things could go back to normal, just like Elliot wanted.
“Dude, stop.”
“Sorry, I can’t stop being awesome. I was born this way.”
“No, you’re cheating. You, lousy cheater!” Elliot shoved his shoulder into Damon’s, and they fell into their usual pattern.
“I’m not cheating! You just suck.” Damon gave over to his instincts, to the most natural thing in the world: horsing around with his best friend.
Shove. Push. Kick.
Controllers thrown.
And it began.
Damon smushed Elliot to the ground, and Elliot pushed his chest and flung him off.
There was a little scrambling between the two as they both swung their arms trying to get the other into a headlock, but Elliot faked Damon out and went for his legs.
They tumbled to the floor with a loud thud, stopping only a second when Ms. Montré yelled up to ask if they were okay.
“We’re fine, Mom!”
“We’re good, Ms. Montré!”
Then they were back at it, fumbling and elbowing and dodging. Somehow Damon got Elliot turned around so Elliot’s back was against his chest. Damon locked his legs around Elliot’s waist, and swooped his arm under Elliot’s armpit to grab the back of his neck, getting him into a half nelson.
His other hand ended the match by fluttering his fingers on Elliot’s sides.
“No,” Elliot whined, elongating the word. “Stop. No. Tickling.”
Damon just grinned and continued his—okay, admittedly a bit sadistic—tickling.
“I hate you!”
“No, you don’t. You love me, and you love this.” Damon put his hands under Elliot's shirt to get a better tickle going.
Elliot was laugh-crying, but still not calling for mercy. He started wiggling left and right, trying to slip out of Damon’s hold, rubbing his ass on Damon’s crotch and bending his head back so his short huffs of laughter hit the back of Damon’s ear.
Elliot was so pretty with his face flushed and his eyes glistening with tears from laughter. His warm, lanky body pressed against Damon, rubbing on him.
Damon tensed, his hands stopping a second before Elliot caught up to what was happening.
They both froze.
Damon’s arms loosened their hold. Elliot could have scrambled away, but he didn’t.
They stayed where they were. Damon’s legs wrapped around Elliot’s waist, and his hardening cock pressed into Elliot’s back.
Elliot was panting, his chest moving in rapid pulses. “Damon?”
“Yeah,” he croaked. His throat was tight. The room seemed hotter.
“It’s fine. It doesn’t mean anything.”
Damon’s face heated, and his palms began sweating.
“It happens, man,” Elliot said, trying to be nonchalant, but there was a hitch in his breath.
Damon wiped his sweaty palms on his pants, glancing over Elliot’s shoulder to his lap, to the growing bulge pressing against Elliot’s mesh shorts.
Something warm twisted inside of him. A slow, prideful smirk took over Damon’s face. His chest puffed out a little.
Ha! Yes! Elliot was sexually attracted to him. He laid awake at night, annoyed that Elliot claimed Damon wasn’t his type, but now he had proof that was a lie.
And…Damon had the proof that he might not be so straight after all.
He inhaled a ragged breath and blew it out slow. Elliot shivered a little.
Damon rested his hands on Elliot’s thighs, near his groin. He could still play all of this off as an accident. One big accident.
But Damon didn’t want that. Had any of it really been an accident? Any of it at all? From the moment he’d met him, Damon knew Elliot was special.
Damon slowly rubbed his hands up and down Elliot’s thighs, brushing closer and closer to the tented area, waiting for Elliot to stop him, to get up and leave.
He didn’t.
Damon’s hand slid over Elliot’s hard length. Elliot sucked in a breath as Damon thumbed the head through his shorts.
“Do you remember when we jerked off together at the beach?” Damon asked.
“Yeah,” Elliot said, voice rough as sandpaper.
“I think about that all the time.”
“Having a threesome?”
“Yes. No. Sorta.” Damon’s hand traveled lower, gently cupping Elliot’s balls. He found he wasn’t repulsed by this at all. Touching a guy’s balls.
Damon was the opposite of repulsed. He wanted to explore Elliot’s body. Wanted to see him.
“I think about the noises you made,” Damon said, slipping his hand under Elliot’s shirt. “About how fast you came. How fast I came. How it’s the only thing I jerk off to anymore.”
Elliot’s throat worked with an audible gulp.
Damon caressed the soft hair of Elliot’s happy trail, giving Elliot a chance to stop him before Damon continued lower.
“Damon,” he said, low and breathy.
He closed his eyes as Elliot’s voice traveled up his spine. “Just like that. At the beach. You said my name just like that.”
“What are you doing?” Elliot hissed through his teeth.
Damon flattened his palm over Elliot’s stomach.
He ran his nose through the straight blonde hair above his ear.
He smelled so good, so unlike a girl’s fruity floralness.
Elliot smelled like the familiar piney musk that he’d come to associate with his best friend, with both safety and excitement. “I want to make you come.”
Elliot inhaled shakily.
He waited, but Elliot didn’t say anything, didn’t give him permission, so he added, “Can I?”
“Yeah. Yeah,” Elliot said, wiggling his hips.
Damon’s hand wandered under his waistband and gripped Elliot’s hard cock. “Have you been hiding this from me the whole time?”
“Yes,” he said.
Damon’s chest felt lighter; something euphoric filled him. “How?” Damon circled his thumb on the head to spread the precome.
“I have a spell to help constrict blood flow so it’s not as obvious.”
“That’s convenient.”
Elliot’s legs were trembling.
“Are you sure this is okay?” Damon asked, removing his hands and pressing his palms to Elliot’s thighs.
Elliot nodded. “Yes. It’s fine. It’s good. Yeah.”
Damon huffed a laugh, his lips near the back of Elliot’s ear. He tugged on Elliot’s shorts, and Elliot pushed them down to just above his knees. Damon didn’t hesitate to grip him under the head and give him an exploratory stroke.
His dick was hot and smooth, and from this angle Damon could simply be jerking himself off. Except he wasn’t. This was Elliot. Elliot quivering in his arms. Elliot panting into his ear. Elliot’s precome leaking onto his fingers. Elliot’s hands squeezing his thighs.
Elliot’s moans as Damon licked and kissed up the side of his neck. He tongued the outside of his ear, sucking and nibbling the lobe as he jerked Elliot faster.
His other hand wandered over Elliot’s hip, and along his torso, for once being extremely careful to not tickle him. He brushed over his nipples, and Elliot thrust up a bit.
Hmm, so he liked that.
Damon fingered one nipple and then the other, playing with the hard buds until Elliot said, “Damon, I’m close.”
“Come for me then,” he whispered into his ear, eyes locked on Elliot’s lap.
Elliot tensed, his fingers dug into Damon’s thighs, knuckles white. He choked out an agonized moan that Damon cut off by slapping his hand over Elliot’s mouth so his mom didn’t hear.
Elliot’s come coated both of his thighs and Damon’s right hand. He slumped and leaned back, resting on Damon’s chest.
Damon released his mouth, and Elliot’s head lulled a little as if following his retreating hand. He reached over to grab a tissue to clean them up. Neither of them said anything as Damon wiped his hand and Elliot’s legs clean.
Elliot leaned forward to pull up his shorts, but instead of returning to his position—a position Damon would have gladly spent the rest of the night in—he turned around, kneeling in between Damon’s legs.
Elliot licked his lips. His hesitant gaze darted between Damon’s lap and his eyes. “Do you want me to...”
Damon was so fucking hard it hurt, but he tried to play it cool. “I mean, not if you don’t want to. You don’t have to do me any favors.”
Elliot’s pretty blue eyes blinked at him in slow motion. “Do you want me to touch you? Make you come?”
Damon’s heart started galloping away. He could only nod.
Elliot knee-walked to the side of Damon’s legs, giving him the space to lift his hips and pull down his pants and underwear. His dick slapped his stomach as it came free.
Elliot’s hand caressed his thigh, over his hip, and pushed up his shirt a little. “Do you want to lay back?”
Damon nodded again. He’d do whatever Elliot said. Anything. Anything. He just wanted his hands on him.
He laid on the carpet of his bedroom floor, and Elliot pushed up his t-shirt so his stomach was exposed to the air. Elliot lowered his mouth to Damon’s abs and kissed along the ridges of his muscles.
When he kept going lower, Damon realized with a start that Elliot wasn’t going to get him off with his hand. Damon lifted up on his elbows so he could watch.
Elliot’s kisses traveled down the length of his cock, his lips sucking and his tongue licking and teasing.
“Elliot,” Damon moaned. “I’m not going to last long here.”
The corner of Elliot’s mouth quirked up. He grabbed the base of Damon’s cock and put it in his mouth, sucking him down.
Damon threw his head back as pleasure licked up his spine, desire pooling in his stomach as every suck of Elliot’s mouth made something inside of him pulsate with need.
When he hit the back of Elliot’s throat, Damon was the one moaning too loud this time. “Oh my God. That’s so good. So fucking good.”
Elliot hummed, and the vibration reverberated throughout Damon’s body.
“You’ve done this before?”
He hummed again.
“With who?”
Elliot didn’t answer. He licked down his hard length until he got to the base and gently sucked on his balls.
Damon’s hips bucked. A growl of frustration and pleasure escaped.
“Who did you do this to, Elliot? Who? Tell me.” His fingernails scraped along Elliot’s scalp, and he twisted some of Elliot’s hair in his grip to tug him up.
Elliot popped off of him. “Really? You want me to talk now or keep going?” He jerked Damon once to show him what he was missing.
“How many times have you done this with someone?” Damon asked, unable to keep the harsh bite out of his voice.
He shrugged. “How many times did Rochelle give you head?”
Damon’s jaw dropped. “We dated for two years. I don’t know. I lost count.”
Elliot shrugged again. “That many times then.” And his mouth went back to work.
But Damon wasn’t satisfied. Something like acid joined the heat in his belly. He yanked on Elliot’s hair again. “So you basically had a boyfriend!”
Elliot sat up. “I’m doing my best work here. You’re distracting me.”
“Tell me who.”
His hand disappeared between Damon’s legs, cupping his balls. Without conscious thought, Damon’s legs spread.
“Benjamin Kidnak,” Elliot said.
“Benjamin was your boyfriend?”
Elliot snorted. “No. I used to suck him off whenever he got bored with whatever cheerleader he was dating that week.”
Damon clenched his jaw. “You’re not with him now.” It wasn’t a question. It was a demand.
His face softened. “No. I’m not. Right now, I’m with you. Trying to give you a blowjob.”
Elliot rubbed some spot under his balls, and Damon collapsed onto his back, biting his finger to hold back his moan.
I’m with you.
I’m with you.
The words played on repeat as Elliot continued to perform his magic. It must be a healing witch thing because Damon had never felt like this before.
“Elliot, I don’t know what you’re doing to me, but I’m going to come.”
Elliot didn’t pull off of him. He only hummed and sucked and stroked him harder until Damon exploded. The pleasure barreled into him faster and harder than he could comprehend. He mumbled Elliot’s name over and over as his body shook.
His muscles gave up, and a little shiver ran through him as Elliot swallowed his come and licked him clean.
Damon’s mouth hung open as he watched Elliot sit back on his heels and wipe his mouth on his arm. He smirked at Damon’s wrecked expression.
“Holy shit. That was...” He couldn’t find words.
Elliot snorted, and Damon realized he liked Elliot this way. This cocky, confident guy who could wreck him with his blowjob skills.
“What? Rochelle didn’t deep throat you?” Elliot asked.
Damon laughed. “No. She didn’t play with my balls either. Jesus that was…” He rubbed a hand down his face.
Life changing.
And no, not because he’d never been deep throated before.
Elliot’s cheeks reddened, and Damon realized he liked Elliot this way too. The sensitive, shy guy who got embarrassed by compliments.
Shit.
Maybe Damon just liked Elliot in every way he could get him.
He pulled up his pants and sat, leaning against the bed as that truth washed over him.
They were silent. Not looking at each other. Not making a single move.
“So?” Elliot said. “Ah. We can...we can, you know, forget that happened.”
Damon opened his mouth, but he didn’t even know what he was going to say.
Damon’s mom yelled from the kitchen, “Boys! Dinner is ready.”
They looked at each other for a beat before averting their eyes.
Elliot stood and stuttered, “I’m—I’m, uh, just going to—to clean up in the bathroom.”
“Okay.”
Damon took a deep breath to collect himself and went downstairs.