Chapter 17
Chapter Seventeen
Hunter
Stepping out of the shower, I wrap a towel around my waist and make my way out of the bathroom to find Elliot lying on the bed in only his boxers and one sock, the other one clearly forgotten. He’s scrolling through his phone, giggling at whatever is on the screen.
We’re meeting Blaine and Alex, and also his teammate Zach and his boyfriend, Carter, for dinner in thirty minutes, and it seems Elliot is in procrastination mode.
“El? Are you going to start getting ready soon?” I ask.
“Yeah,” he says in an automatic reflex, but doesn’t make a move to get up.
I walk over to the bed, dropping my towel onto the floor as I go. Placing a knee on the bed, I climb on top of him, only stopping when I’m face-to-face with him.
“Look at this! I’ve just watched this video of some penguins wearing backpacks, and it made me wanna cry because it was so freaking cute.
All of them were waddling along with their little backpacks.
” He beams. He tears his eyes away from the screen and turns his phone around to show me, then freezes when he realizes how close I am.
Slowly, his eyes travel the length of my naked body, widening a fraction when they land on my cock hanging soft but heavy between us, the tip almost touching his bare stomach.
“Hi,” he breathes without taking his eyes off my cock.
“Hi,” I smirk.
His phone drops onto the mattress, penguin video long forgotten.
“You’re naked,” he states, looking at my face again.
“I am, and I thought you’d be dressed by now.”
He drops his gaze to my cock once more, and it begins to thicken under his heated stare. He licks over his lips, and I make a low, grumbling growl in my chest.
“Maybe we should bail and stay here instead. Fuck going for dinner.”
“But then what would we eat?”
“Your cock. My cock. My ass. All the above at the same time.” His hand wraps around my length. He gives me a teasing tug, those sinful lips smirking.
I dip my head, lips hovering over his ear. My voice is gravel when I ask, “Is that right?”
“Mhm. I think it sounds like a fantastic idea. Maybe we should never leave this room. Just stay naked forever.”
I chuckle under my breath, moving my mouth to drag his bottom lip between my teeth.
He lets out a shuddering breath. “Do we have to go?”
“Yes. You’ve been looking forward to this since Alex mentioned it.” I trail my lips down his jaw to his neck, flicking my tongue over his Adam’s apple.
He moans, arching his head back to give me more access.
“Can I suck you off before we go?”
My cock answers for me, hardening in his palm.
It’s one of the things we haven’t done yet.
He’s been on the receiving end many times.
Giving head is something I love doing, especially given how responsive Elliot is, but I’ve sensed he’s been a little unsure about reciprocating.
Not that I mind. The reason why I haven’t mentioned it is because I haven’t wanted him to feel pressured into doing something he isn’t sure about.
I can live without having my dick sucked, but I can’t live without him being completely comfortable with me.
“We’re going to be late,” I hiss between gritted teeth as he pumps me with his fist, twisting his palm over the tip. I thrust into his grip, digging my fingers into the comforter by his head.
“I don’t care.” He tilts his chin up defiantly, determination flaring in those sexy eyes. He gives my cock another slow, firm tug as he rasps, “Consider this my prize for being such a good boy with my rehab.”
Fuck. Fuck.
“Where do you want me?” I ask.
“On your back.”
He releases my cock, and I move off him to lie on my back as instructed. He rolls over onto his stomach and settles between my spread legs. He takes hold of my cock, gripping it at the base, and gives it a light shake.
“I’m always amazed by the size of your cock,” he says, green eyes glistening with heat. Then he wraps those full lips around the head of my cock and sucks.
“Ohh, fuck, El,” I grunt, muscles tightening as pleasure shocks through my veins like a lightning strike.
He releases me with a pop, then sticks his tongue out flat.
Keeping his eyes locked on mine, he licks around the tip of my cock like it’s an ice cream, dipping his tongue into my slit.
He experiments with taking me deeper into his mouth, and my thighs tremble when he hollows his cheeks and sucks hard.
“Mhm.” He gives a satisfied hum.
Without taking his mouth off me, his tongue flicks the sensitive underside as he sucks on the head.
He runs his tongue up and down the length of my shaft, tasting every inch of me with his. Dipping his head, he nuzzles his nose into my sac and takes a deep inhale before letting out a satisfied sigh.
“Do you like your balls sucked?” he asks, and the question alone has my pulse spiking.
“I like everything you want to do to me.”
A wicked smile lights his face between my legs. He pumps my cock with his fist and wraps his lips around my sac, sucking one of my balls into his mouth. The vibration of his moan travels through me, lighting every nerve ending on fire.
His curious and thorough ministrations are one of the hottest experiences I’ve had in my life.
“Holy fucking shit, El, I’m gonna lose my mind. That mouth is driving me wild,” I moan hoarsely.
Elliot keeps his heated stare locked on me as he curls his tongue over the tip of my cock and laps up the pearly drops of precome. Then he licks over his lips, savoring my taste.
“Mhm, I like the taste of you a lot.” He licks me again, then rubs my leaking tip across his lips until they’re glistening from my precome.
The sight is almost my undoing.
Heat sizzles at the base of my spine as my groin tightens, my balls full and heavy to the point I’m a hairline away from coming over his face.
“If you don’t want me to come in your mouth, you can finish me off with your hand. But I need to warn you, El, the second you put those sexy fucking lips around my cock again, I’m gonna blow like a fucking land mine.”
Without a word, those sinful lips in question kick up in a devious smirk, and then Elliot makes a show of sticking his tongue out.
He presses the tip of his tongue against the sensitive underside of my swollen head, then wraps those full lips around my heated flesh.
He only has to give me the lightest suck and I’m gone.
My back arches off the bed, liquid heat scorching down my spine as I cave in to my orgasm.
His name falls from my lips in a hoarse cry.
I spill into his mouth, and Elliot swallows. He doesn’t release me from the warmth of his mouth, and the sight of my come leaking from the corners of his lips has another wave coursing through me.
He releases me with a pop, tongue darting out to catch the drops around his lips. He crawls over me, pressing against my trembling body as the aftershocks hit me.
He presses kisses against my chest, damp with a light sheen of sweat, then grazes his teeth around my nipple before sucking on one. A loud moan leaves the back of my throat, and I have to gently pry him off me to avoid crashing out from the heightened pleasure running through my veins.
“I’m gonna pass out if you carry on,” I pant.
“Why? Was it bad?”
“No. It’s because it was too fucking good. I can’t feel my feet.”
He chuckles, then gives my bare thigh a playful slap. I hiss at the sting.
“I’m gonna get dressed now,” he announces, smacking a kiss against the corner of my mouth before climbing out of bed without putting pressure on his knee. “I think me and your cock need a round two later. Maybe you can fuck my face, yeah?”
“Fucking hell,” I say under my breath at his casual tone, pinching the bridge of my nose.
How am I supposed to sit through dinner with his twin brother now with that promise at the forefront of my mind?
My spine immediately tenses at the sound of someone banging on the door. Elliot’s gaze locks with mine in the mirror, where he’s doing the buttons on a sapphire-blue shirt.
“Is that the door?” he asks.
I finish tying the laces of my boots, then head down the hall. Blaine’s voice sounds through the door when I round the corner.
“You have one minute to open this door, Elliot Olsen. I don’t care if you’re naked or getting railed, I will be coming in there!”
Grinning, I swing open the door, and Blaine’s fist is poised to knock again. Alex stands beside him, a knowing smirk on his face.
“Ah, so he lives,” Blaine huffs, folding his arms over his chest.
“Yeah, although it was a close call about ten minutes ago. You’ve come at a good time,” I tease, trying to keep my voice neutral. “Elliot wanted an… appetizer, should we say.”
Blaine’s face turns pensive. His eyes dip to my crotch before Alex smacks his chest with the back of his hand. “Blaine, stop staring.”
“I wasn’t staring. I’m just curious,” he argues.
I choke out a laugh, then slap his shoulder. “All you need to know is it was very satisfying.”
Blaine shakes his head firmly. “Okay, no. I don’t like this game now. I don’t wanna know.”
“Lucky Elliot,” Alex smirks.
“Hey!” his husband shrieks.
“What? I’m only saying, Elliot’s lucky he has the opportunity to sample such tasty appetizers.”
Blaine grumbles under his breath, then reaches for the door handle and slams it closed between us.
I stand there, staring at the closed door, before bursting into laughter.
“I’m ready!” Elliot calls out as he rounds the corner. “What’s so funny?”
Grinning, I turn to face him. “I think I’ve spooked your brother.”
He snorts out a breath. When we step out into the hall, Blaine has pushed Alex up against the wall, his thigh between his legs, and they’re kissing heavily.
I clear my throat, hoping to be subtle, but Elliot decides to go down the other route.
“For fuck’s sake, Blaine, can you not act like an animal for one night? Do you want to piss on him like a dog and mark your territory too?”
Blaine steps back from his husband, both of them with flushed cheeks and swollen lips.