Elijah #3
He was quiet as I pushed my hand down the back of his pants, grabbing one half of his ass and squeezing as I nipped at his shoulders.
“And if you think that’s just mushy shit, you’re wrong.
You glance at me, and I feel like the sexiest creature to exist, which is saying something when you’re at the top of that list. Just because I don’t want you gagging on my dick right now doesn’t mean I don’t think about how you sound when I’m deep inside you, that I don’t obsess over the noises you make when you’re close and I’m pounding into you, that I don’t dream of your mouth wrapped around me. ”
“Jesus Fucking Christ,” he hissed, and I didn’t have to grope to know that even if he wasn’t hard, he was damn close.
“But for the moment ,” I emphasized as I leaned back, letting my hands rest on his hips and staring into his slightly dazed eyes. “I’m enjoying us just...being us.”
He shook himself. “God, okay...shit.”
I chuckled. “And maybe it’s fun to rile you up and string you along for a while until I decide when to pounce.”
His gaze cleared, and he frowned. “You’re being a tease?”
“A tease that’s going to deliver on the promise,” I said with a grin, stepping back and taking my coffee with me. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to get dressed.”
“You are the worst!” he called after me, telling me I had definitely won that round and he was going to fume.
He didn’t need to know I hadn’t figured out I was going to tease him until the last second.
Milo was the best at improvisation, but that didn’t mean I didn’t have my moments.
Especially because I knew he would stew on it and build it up in his head for a while longer.
I had every intention of following through on my ‘promise,’ but for now, I was content to get ready for the day and let him think just a little too hard on what I planned to do and when.
My phone buzzing as I entered my room was a nice distraction. I mindlessly answered the call and set it to speaker. “Yo.”
“Wow,” came Eva’s sarcastic voice through the speaker as I rooted through the drawers for underwear. “Before noon on a Saturday, and you’re sounding awake and chipper? Who sucked you off?”
“Not everything is about sex,” I reminded her as I settled on a jockstrap.
It had been a gag gift from Milo years ago, the gag being that it was supposed to be very gay underwear that he was now going to pass onto me as if it worked like an honorary gay pass.
..don’t ask, that was Milo logic for you.
I had to admit, though, it was pretty comfortable when it came to working out, and well.
..it emphasized key places when I was wearing it.
Perfect for my idea. I slipped it on and began digging for a shirt and pants.
“Please tell me you are not hitting me up for sex right now.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it; you’re clearly too good for that,” she said in a lofty tone that I didn’t trust for a second.
Not because I thought she was lying about wanting sex, but because she was clearly up to something.
That wasn’t quite the same thing as my knowing Milo; Eva really was that obvious when mischief was afoot.
“Uh-huh,” I said as I yanked on a shirt, looking over my pants options and choosing the jeans I’d worn for a couple of hours the other day and had thrown over the back of a chair.
I was generally a neat person, but with jeans?
C’mon, it had been at most three hours, and I hadn’t done anything significant in them. “What can I do for you?”
“Well, you see,” she said, and I used her dramatic pause to gather my gym bag and yank my jeans on. “I was hoping you were ready to hang out again, you know.”
I stilled, knowing there was no point denying what she meant; we both knew she was trying to corner me about something.
I was sure it was about what might or might not be happening between Milo and me.
She had been another person who’d made jokes about the two of us in the past, but looking back, I wondered if perhaps there was more than a germ of truth in her accusations.
“Alas,” I said, snatching up my phone and flipping the speaker function off to press the phone to my ear. “My weekend is packed. I can’t fit in one of your long and probably nerve-testing conversations.”
“Is that how we’re going to play it?” she asked coolly, and I winced.
She might be an ‘ex’ in other people’s eyes, but she was a hell of a lot more than that for me.
Sure, the sexual aspect of our former relationship had cooled, but hadn’t died until recently, but for me, our friendship and our sexual relationship had been two different things.
It hadn’t occurred to me until now to wonder if perhaps she didn’t see that difference, if they blended in her mind.
That lasted all of three seconds before I shrugged it off.
Again, I might not know her like I knew Milo, but I knew she wasn’t hanging on quietly, hoping our separate friendship and sexual relationship would blend into something romantic again.
No, it was worse; she was pestering me as a friend.
“I said this weekend,” I told her, going out to the living room and dropping my bag off, giving Milo a meaningful look, and then at the bag.
He blinked, and his expression fell as he realized I was going to drag us to the gym.
He might enjoy working out, but when he had his heart set on a free day, he loathed being made to do anything that required effort.
I gave him an innocent smile that totally wasn’t meant to tell him that if I didn’t get to sleep in today, he didn’t get to have his lazy day either.
And his huff and stomp off toward the hallway was totally not him accepting his fate, and his muttering definitely wasn’t calling me dirty names.
“Next then,” she offered casually, but I could hear the sharpening of knives in her tone. “Since you’re so busy this one.”
“Me and Milo are having a boys' weekend,” I said carefully, knowing I was saying too much for anyone who might be suspicious of what was going on between us. Yes, it was the coward’s way out, refusing to admit to what I thought she already knew and relying instead on subtle hints I would have to analyze the reaction to afterward.
I never said I had courage.
“Are you?” she asked, her tone giving nothing away until she chuckled. “I see. So yes, next weekend?”
“Next weekend should be fine,” I said. It was just supposed to be this weekend to avoid everything, so we could turn around and face reality after the fact. Next weekend gave me time to think about what I would say and how I would handle things with her.
“And Milo won’t mind giving you up for the weekend?” she wondered.
“I’m sure he probably wants some time with...with Raf,” I said because God, even though everything we were doing was technically above board, I still felt like a sneak.
“Right,” she said, irony thick in her voice. “After a boys' weekend, he’d need to see Raf...and we need to talk.”
Alright...I still couldn’t be sure, but damn, the conversation was enough to convince me she knew more than she was letting on.
Actually, she was letting on exactly what she knew.
Her tone was too full of irony and sarcasm for me not to be suspicious.
Before the call, I might have been willing to entertain the delusion that she didn’t know a damn thing and was just messing with me, but there was a line between normal delusion and crossing over into a complete denial of reality.
“We should talk,” I amended for her as I heard Milo thumping around, making more noise than necessary. I might have thought he was pissed off that I was talking to Eva, but no, I was sure he was just annoyed that I was going to drag him to the gym.
It was okay, he’d get over it.
“I’m glad we agree,” she said with a snort. “I’ll let you get back to your boys’ weekend, but I'd better hear a date and time for next weekend sometime next week...or I’ll show up. I do still have a key.”
“You do,” I said with a wince. “And you will.”
“Good,” she said, her tone hesitant before snapping back to normal. “Talk to you soon, behave!”
“Never,” I assured her as the line clicked closed and I stared down at my phone before tucking it away.
The sounds of Milo’s annoyed movements at the back of the apartment fell into a comfortable hum as I stared at the wall thoughtfully.
I already knew that the time to own up to Eva about what was going on between Milo and me had long since passed.
And while I wanted to believe that Eva, as my second-oldest friend after Milo, would be.
..well, not perfect because the woman would undoubtedly give me shit, I just had to hope it was the kind of shit that came from a good place in her heart.
But then again...there was always a chance she could take it badly.
I might be wrong, and she might be holding on to the idea that I’d decide to give us a chance, or because she really did see a problem with what was going on between Milo and me.
Just as had gone through Milo’s head, I knew there was a big difference between being okay with something and being able to joke about it, but it was an entirely different thing to see it happening in reality and accept it.
It was something we both had to confront.
..the reality of our decision. It was easy to say we had to deal with it because we’d agreed that after this weekend, we would face reality, but it wasn’t quite that simple.
After all, hadn’t I started us down that path the moment I laid my hands on him, even if it had been curiosity at the time, it had been a touch with intent.
An intent I had followed through on when he’d responded and encouraged me.