Chapter 9
IS THIS A DATE?
Elias
I left Link lying in his bed to go shower.
He’d looked so adorable this morning. His big brown eyes were wide and earnest as he drained me dry.
He was a good boy, though, and good boys deserved good things, so after standing naked in the middle of the bathroom for a few seconds, I’d gone back to his room.
It hadn’t taken much to convince him. In fact, I’d never seen him move so fast in my life.
In the shower, I cleaned him, letting myself explore his body in a way I hadn’t before.
He was gorgeous. Tall and broad, with defined muscles and tanned skin.
Of course, he’d always been attractive, but there was something more about it now.
I could have explained it away as just the situation with the milk, but…
that would have felt gross to reduce him to nothing but that.
To reduce my attraction to nothing but that.
His piercing was fascinating to me, so I’d played with it. It was fun to watch his face. Fun to see how tugging on it in certain ways made his breath catch. How giving the head of his cock a twist with my hand had made his eyes roll back.
He’d whined and begged to come, but I didn’t let him. Mostly because I had plans for him later. I was sure he could come now and then again later, but keeping him on edge all day had seemed like a more fun option.
“I was thinking we could go to the arcade?” I said, glancing at Link in the passenger seat.
He was almost pouting, which was cute, but I still wasn’t going to budge. “Fine.”
I turned back to the road, barely able to fight my grin. “It’ll be fun.”
“Sure.”
What a brat my good boy was turning out to be.
I drove across town, turning into the parking lot of the arcade. It didn’t seem busy, which I was thankful for. When I parked, Link got out quickly. I almost expected him to leave me there, but he didn’t. He got to the front of the car and waited, looking back at me.
Something about it made me happy. I wasn’t sure how he felt about PDA, or if he even wanted there to be casual touches between us. Did he want this to be more? Did I? Yes. I definitely did.
Clearing my throat, I stepped up beside him, reaching down to twine my fingers through his. He froze, and I nearly pulled my hand away. He must have felt it because he tightened his grip, then tugged me forward.
We walked into the building hand in hand, making our way to the front desk. After purchasing a game pass, we looked out over the sea of games.
“Where do you want to start?” I asked, glancing at Link.
He nodded toward the Skee-Ball machines. “There.”
“Let’s go, then.”
We scanned our cards, getting a game set up. I could barely focus on my own game since I was far too entranced in watching Link. The way his body shifted as he tossed the ball up the ramp. The way the muscles in his arm coiled and bunched.
“Why aren’t you playing?” he asked, drawing me out of my thoughts. “Scared I’m gonna beat you?”
I scoffed. “You fucking wish. I dominate at Skee-Ball.”
“Sure.” Link side-eyed me. “Wanna make a bet?”
Tossing the ball between my hands, I studied him. “What kind of bet?”
Link tossed another ball up, hitting the highest point target. “I win, and I get to fuck you.”
I laughed. “Is that so? And if you don’t?”
He shrugged. “I don’t know. You suck me off?”
I leaned in close to him, breathing in his strong scent. “How about this? If you win, you can fuck me. But if I win, I get to edge you all night long, and you don’t get to come.”
He swallowed hard. “That hardly seems fair.”
“I’m not trying to make it fair. I’m trying to win. Wouldn’t that be so fun? You squirming, cock leaking, fucking desperate for me?”
He shook his head, but his scent didn’t lie. It thickened in the air, filling my senses. He liked that idea quite a bit.
He had one ball left, and when he was about to roll it, I glanced around to make sure no one was watching, then I leaned even closer to him, inhaling deeply.
“You know how you can smell me?” He froze, then nodded.
“I can smell you too, Link.” I brushed my nose along his throat, right over his scent gland, where his intoxicating scent was the strongest. “You can’t hide from me. I know how bad you want it.”
His throat clicked with his swallow.
“So what’s it gonna be? You wanna take the bet or not?”
“I’ll take the bet.”
“Good boy.”
He inhaled a quick breath, then turned to face me. “But I’m going to win. Can’t wait to bury myself inside you.”
Grinning, I patted his cheek. “That’s cute.”
Link
Of course he’d added extra pressure to our competition. First, he didn’t let me come in the shower after toying with me the way he had, and now he was talking about being able to smell how badly I wanted to fuck him.
It was going to take a miracle, but if there was anything I knew with one hundred percent certainty about myself, it was that I was competitive to a fault. I’d been walking around half-hard since the moment we’d left the shower. He called me a good boy.
Fucking good boy.
A shiver ran down my spine as the thought of sinking into him raced through my mind for what seemed to be the twelfth time in barely a minute.
I gripped the ball in my hand, incredibly motivated by the growing tent in my jeans. Elias leaned close again, whispering in my ear. “Don’t fumble, Link.”
Turning my head, I glared at him. “At least give me a fair shot at this. Stop distracting me.”
He put his hands up in defense, walking backward a bit. “Okay, okay. I’ll stop.” A smirk formed on his lips. “Good luck, my good boy.”
Fucking bastard. I growled in his direction—a soft, short warning growl.
Holding the ball in my hand, I lowered my arm, lined up the shot, and rolled it at a slight angle.
I watched with bated breath as it rolled up, popped into the air, hit the left side of the machine, and went right into the hole worth one hundred points.
“Yes!” I pumped my fist with a big grin on my face, turning toward Elias. “Read it and weep, Elias. I fucking win.”
He raised an eyebrow at me. “Well done. I really didn’t expect you to get that one.”
“Well, I did, so let’s go home and—”
He raised his hand, palm first, to stop me. “Ah ah ah, we’ve only played one game. And we haven’t even eaten lunch.”
I groaned, tilting my head to the ceiling. All the lights seemed to be mocking me, laughing in my face. “This is so unfair.”
“It’s actually completely fair, to be honest.” He walked up to my side, intertwining our hands once again. “Let’s make a… I don’t know. A date out of it.”
Squeezing his hand, I looked down at him. “Really? You want this to be a date?”
“Do you not want it to be?” I could see the pain when he said that, his eyes looking away from me.
Moving directly in front of him, I held the side of his face. “I do, actually. I really do.”
When he smiled, I couldn’t help myself. I leaned down, pressing my lips to his, sealing ours together in a kiss. When we parted, he was still smiling, but his eyes had taken on a mischievous glint.
“Now, let’s test your patience a little,” he whispered. “I know just how turned on you are, Link. I can tell. But you’re going to be good and wait all the way until we’re home, aren’t you?”
My eyes unfocused as I processed his words and the way they shot down to my cock. I’d won the bet, but he was somehow still edging me. “Yeah.” My voice cracked, making me clear my throat. “Yeah, I can do that.”
“Come on, let’s go see how good you are at air hockey.”
I wasn’t. I wasn’t very good at air hockey, but I wasn’t going to say that. I followed him like a lost puppy, letting him drag me by my hand the entire way. Every now and then, I’d sneak a glance at his ass. It was a gorgeous fucking ass, but it didn’t help my situation in the slightest.
Fuck, I couldn’t wait to get home.