Elijah #6
It was as true then as it was now, as I knelt before him in what I’m sure a lot of people would have called a submissive or ‘womanly’ position.
But as I’d told him then, all that mattered was how he had to grip the bench as if holding on for dear life.
Which, to be fair, he probably was, considering how he was leaning back, to give me room as I bobbed and sucked, but also so he could get a good look at everything.
I wasn’t sure how much the whole potentially getting caught in public thing was doing it for him, but his choice of ‘gag’ gift underwear played a significant part in getting him riled up.
I was going to have to buy more pairs.
For now, though, all I could do was focus on the feel of him in my mouth, the way he throbbed the longer I sucked him off.
His smell was just...man, the sort that came from working up a good sweat, but before, it went sour and unpleasant.
His groans were low, conscious of the fact that we were in public, but they were still there, his knuckles white as they gripped the edge of the bench.
“Eli,” he whimpered, and I never relented, hesitated, or let up. I continued sucking him, bobbing my head and feeling the weight of him on my tongue, the feel of him slipping into my throat, and the throb as he grew closer and closer.
His groans deepened before he sat forward, using one hand to hold the back of my head.
He couldn’t do much sitting on the bench, but his hips thrust anyway, burying himself a little further as he tried his best to fuck my mouth.
Then he froze, his cock jerking as the first spurts shot down my throat.
His thighs squeezed around me as the rest of his body jerked and spasmed, Milo hunching forward as his orgasm overtook him.
When he gasped, I knew it was time to pull free, staring at his cock as it stayed hard, bobbing in front of him and shining from my spit.
Milo was holding his knees as he caught his breath.
The glint in his eyes told me he wasn’t done, but that was normal for him.
I’d learned I could get him off once or twice before I finally came, leaving us both satiated and content.
“Jesus tap dancing Christ,” he said once his breath returned, peering up at me through the faint curtain of his sweat-soaked hair. “That’s what you were planning?”
“One of the things.”
“One?”
I smirked at his renewed interest. “Well, yeah. I mean, truth be told, I was thinking I was going to have you fuck me in the shower.”
“Fuck,” he groaned, reaching down to stroke himself slowly. “I’m still sensitive. And we don’t have time to wait for me to calm down enough.”
“There’s always the idea of me fucking you.”
“In the shower? Here?”
“Yes and yes.”
“Fuck.”
“Well, yeah.”
He rolled his eyes. “Does that mean you came prepared?”
I grinned, grabbing my toiletry bag, sliding it closer, and holding up the small bottle of lube. “Maybe I did.”
He stared at the bottle before looking at me. “So...your dick, my ass?”
“A match made in heaven,” I said, using the bench to get to my feet, snatching the towel I’d knelt on to throw into the laundry bin. I grabbed my stuff, not caring that my dick was still achingly hard and sticking out from the pouch.
“Cheesy,” he said with a shake of his head.
“What’s your point?” I asked with a smirk as I walked to the showers, knowing that even though he had just gotten off, he was still watching my bare ass like a hawk. “I could say the cheesiest, most awful shit that would make even my dad cringe, and you’d still let me stick my dick in you.”
“Just because that’s true doesn’t mean you need to brag about it,” he said with a heavy sigh. “It’s very unbecoming.”
“Speaking of coming,” I said as I chose one of the showers at the far end.
“Stop,” he whined pathetically as I turned on the shower, tossing my bag onto the small shelf in the corner and my towel into the recess where it would be relatively safe from being splashed.
I could feel the antsy energy practically radiating off him as I waited for the water to warm up.
Whether that was because he wanted to get in the shower and get to the fucking or because he was worried about someone coming in and seeing us was up for debate.
I had to admit to a certain nervousness about being seen.
If someone came in without us knowing, they would get one hell of an eyeful.
Milo hadn’t bothered to get dressed, so he was standing there bare assed, half hard dick that was showing signs of stirring back to life.
And I was standing there, my ass also hanging out, my dick jutting out from the pouch that should have contained it.
I might as well mentally throw into the mix that, to the keen-eyed observer, they could probably deduce why he was half hard when combined with what I was sure were my swollen lips.
Yet, nervousness was not enough to stop me, and I dropped my underwear, shoving them into the dry nook before stepping under the water.
And I didn’t think anyone would blame me for trying not to laugh when Milo, realizing it was his turn to strip, got so excited he trapped himself in his shirt.
With an annoyed growl, he managed to yank it off, shove it into the nook, and stepped in, closing the door behind him.
I was ready for him, having soaked myself in the warm water and opened the bottle of lube.
We would need to be careful; he had been right about silicone-based lube not being easily washed away by water, which could turn any shower with the stuff into a dangerous slip ’n’ slide.
I had been careful to keep a small amount in my hand and close the bottle, setting it on the shelf as Milo quickly rinsed off.
Our lips met, and I felt him stiffen against my thigh again, and then tense when I pushed two fingers inside him.
I felt his mouth hesitate before a groan slipped out as my fingers worked his ass.
I still didn’t know how he managed to loosen himself up, but it was a trick I was dead set on learning one of these days.
It certainly made things easier as I hastily added another finger.
It definitely didn’t make anything any less pleasurable, though, and it was probably a good thing that he was the one bottoming this time since it always took longer when I was the one on the receiving end.
“Against the wall,” I told him, because we’d already spent enough time in the locker room as it was, and I didn’t want anyone wondering why we were taking so long.
Also, I was aching from how hard I was. I needed to be inside him as soon as possible.
I wasn’t going to last long, but trying to get in a quick fuck in a public space, longevity wasn’t important.
He leaned forward, bending his knees and bracing himself on the wall.
Water ran down our bodies as I lay my hand on his lower back, stroking as I applied lube to my cock carefully to avoid any spillage.
With that done, I snapped the bottle shut and took a moment to listen for sounds of anyone coming in.
Squealing door or not, it was far too easy to get lost in what we were doing and miss the sound of someone entering the locker room.
Once I was sure we were safe, I gripped the base of my cock and pushed forward.
Between whatever magic he worked to stay loose and my fingering, I felt him open for me as I thrust. At moments like that, I was hard-pressed to decide if the sight of my dick disappearing inside him was the star or if the feeling of his ass gripping me so perfectly was the real headliner.
Yet every time I decided both were strong enough candidates to enjoy together.
Milo made a soft noise that seemed loud in the narrow space of the shower, and I reached out to slap my hand over his mouth.
His eyes darted to me, and I smirked, shoving the last few inches into him without warning.
To his credit, he did his best to hold back the noise that wanted to come from his lips, but I felt him squeeze around my dick, and I had to force myself to breathe before I lost control.
Not lasting long was one thing, but I sure as hell didn’t want to come on the first push, no matter how goddamn good he felt or how hot the whole thing was.
Sparing another moment to listen, I began to slide out and then push back in, keeping my thrusts shallow and slow.
I was so hyped up and sensitive, I could feel his muscles easing their grip, and while it probably wasn’t possible, my lust-addled brain swore I could feel his heartbeat.
It didn’t take long until I was able to pull out of him almost completely before pushing back in to the root, pausing to feel him grip me entirely.
“Fuck,” I said in a low voice that barely carried even with the walls of the stall.
There really wasn’t much I could do to avoid the noise that was about to be made.
I hadn’t thought through what wet flesh on wet flesh would sound like, but I was at the point where my worries became less and less important.
Instead, I drove forward on the next thrust, earning a grunt and a low groan from him as I began to fuck him in earnest.
I didn’t take my hand away from his mouth because, quite frankly, Milo couldn’t be trusted to be quiet.
After the first time I’d fucked him at the hotel, I’d realized we had been lucky no one else had been on the floor at the time because Milo was vocal .
Even now, with my hand over his mouth and him trying his best to keep quiet, noises still managed to slip out of him as I amped up my thrusts.
“Jerk off,” I told him in a low grunt, knowing he got off on moments where I was ‘bossy.’ “I want to feel you come while I’m still inside you.”
Milo whimpered and reached down to stroke himself, knowing full well I was close to getting off.
Of course, I was. I had him bent over in a public shower, my dick filling him with every thrust, and watching as his muscles rippled and shifted under his wet skin.
Once, not all that long ago, I wouldn’t have thought the sight of me fucking another man could be intensely erotic, but I was never more glad to be wrong.
His body squeezed around me as he made another pitiful noise, and I groaned, my pleasure ramping up as he started to come all over the floor.
Without thinking, I yanked him upright, pushing him against the wall and shoving myself deep into him.
Pleasure rolled through me as I came, still holding tight to his mouth as I brought my lips close to his ear. “Mine. You got that? You are mine .”
His eyes rolled upward at my words, and I knew then it was true.
Not just because my dick was buried as deep as it could go inside him, marking his insides with every spurt, but because.
..he just was. I had been so afraid to say it before because there was still so much to consider about our shared future.
His and Raf’s relationship would need to end.
Just because Raf was okay with Milo sleeping with other people or dating someone else didn’t mean I felt the same way.
No, because he was mine . No amount of waffle or worry was going to change that.
He had been mine from the moment he broke through the anger of a scared, hurt little boy, and he had been mine every moment beyond that.
Me fucking him and making him mine in a wholly different and new way was just a formality.
I slipped out of him with a groan, reaching down to push a finger into him and feel him jerk in surprise.
I still had him pinned to the wall, and I let him turn his face to me as I stroked his sensitive insides with my finger, briefly wondering if the slickness was from the lube or the load I had pushed into him. “Mine.”
“Yours,” he repeated softly, with a gentle, pleased smile. “And you're mine.”
“Damn right,” I said. “We’ve got time to figure things out after tomorrow, but we’ll figure them out, right?”
“Damn right,” he repeated, kissing me. “But?—”
“But?”
He shook his head. “We can talk about it more later, another time. Right now I want to get rinsed off, go get some food, and I don’t know, veg out for a couple of hours.”
“Sounds like a plan,” I said, knowing he’d been close to saying something I probably should hear, but he was right, it could wait.
We did, after all, have time.