Chapter Fifteen #2
“Dusty? Roddy and Dusty? What are we, Muppets?”
Elliot laughed, watching Dustin’s fingertips walk back down his arm. He went quiet, and Dustin felt a current of nervous tension cross the gap between them.
“I actually…have a request too,” said Elliot. His voice was very small, like he wasn’t sure he wanted Dustin to hear that request. Dustin waited, pressing the tips of his fingers into Elliot’s. “It’s…a different request.”
“Okay…”
“I was thinking about… Um. Since we’re like…here, and not – you know, in the car – and I guess this is kind of a…date – ? I was thinking about…have you ever…um…”
Dustin looked up. Elliott’s cheeks had gone completely pink and he was watching Dustin’s fingers with an intensity that suggested he didn’t want to look Dustin in the eye while he said this.
“Have you – ay, never mind.”
“What?”
Elliot looked up, eyes fierce like they had been before he went down on Dustin for the first time. “Have you ever thought about doing it? Like all the way. With another guy.”
Dustin’s chest kicked. Wow, okay, so he wasn’t going to have to bring up the Reddit stuff after all. He swallowed and said, “Well, not…with another guy. But I have thought about it with you.” He watched the flush creeping down Roddy’s throat. So cute. “Have you?”
Elliot’s eyes went back to Dustin’s fingers. “What do you think about it?”
“I think I would have to research,” said Dustin.
Elliot laughed nervously. “What?”
Dustin shrugged. “I mean, I’ve done that with a couple of women–”
“Butt stuff.”
Charming. “Uh huh. But I feel like it would be different with a guy.”
“Would it? An ass is an ass.”
“Have you ever done it?”
Elliot shook his head. His cheeks were so adorably pink that Dustin had to lean in and kiss one. He wanted to lick it. Elliot sucked in a breath as Dustin’s lips touched his face, and Dustin murmured, “Stay here.”
He got up and went to the kitchen and came back with his phone, sat cross-legged with his back to the couch, and patted his thigh for Elliot’s head. Looking suspicious, Elliot lay on his back with his head in Dustin’s lap and fingers linked on his chest. “What are we doing?”
Dustin opened the phone and pulled up Reddit. “Researching.”
He didn’t expect ‘researching’ to be one of the hottest things he’d ever done in his life, but by the time he’d finished reading aloud to Elliot everything he’d found about sex on Ask Gay Men, and they’d watched…
honestly, more videos than they needed to, Dustin was visibly aroused inside his jeans and Elliot’s breathing had gone very quiet.
Dustin looked down at him in his lap – his eyes were bright and his face was flushed.
“So…?”
Elliot just nodded, swallowing.
The bedroom was quiet except for the low hum of the city outside Dustin’s windows. Was it too quiet? Should he put on music? Like…slow jams? Or what? He was suddenly embarrassed by the sparseness of the room, the impeccably white sheets, the lack of decor. The bed looked absolutely enormous.
Ah fuck he was really nervous.
Elliot stood at the window looking at the hills while Dustin dug around in the closet for the sex box he knew was in there somewhere. “If these condoms or lube are expired this might be a very short evening,” he called over his shoulder.
“Okay.” Elliot’s voice was high and quiet.
Dustin found the box and pulled it out to discover an unopened bottle of lube and condoms well within their use date. He sat staring at them while his stomach did uncertain gymnastics all around his abdomen, then took them out to Elliot.
Elliot’s eyes went wide. “We’re using all of those?”
“No.” Dustin laughed, some of the tension going out of his chest. “I just…yeah, I don’t know why I brought all of them.” He put them on the nightstand and clicked the button on the remote that closed the blinds. Elliot jumped as they rolled down.
“Are you sure about this?” said Dustin. Elliot turned around nervously by the window, nodding. “Really sure?”
“...Yes?”
Dustin put out his hand and Roddy came to him.
They stripped each other slowly. It was the first time he’d seen Elliot completely naked except in photos.
He put him at arms’ length by the shoulders and looked at him.
His muscles were lean and hard, his cock and nipples were standing up thick and flushed, and Dustin had to do the reality check that he kept having to do all the time now that this was a dude, and he was totally into him.
The tattoo on his chest was fucking magnificent.
Dustin sank to his knees and took him in his mouth and Elliot’s hand came immediately to the back of his head and fisted in his hair as he sucked him slowly. His legs were already shaking.
“I’m not gonna make it if you do that,” whispered Elliot.
Dustin pulled off and stood up. He pulled Elliot against him by the ass, feeling the wet shape of his erection against his thigh.
“You still wanna do it like we talked about?”
Elliot nodded. “I’ve never done it to anyone before. So yeah, you should probably do the…technical part.”
Dustin turned him gently around by the shoulders and put his lips to the back of Elliot’s neck. “On your hands and knees. We’ll go slow.”
Elliot climbed up. He looked ridiculous – the world’s pre-eminent hockey star on all fours with his ass in the air.
“This is so stupid,” he muttered, “I look like a donkey.”
Dustin stepped up behind him and settled his hands on his hips. “Yeehaw.”
Elliot scoffed, but pushed back as Dustin pressed into him. Dustin ran his hands down Elliot’s spine and pressed his shoulders gently down into the mattress. There was a mole on the back of his right shoulder. He stroked it with his thumb. “I like this.”
Elliot stuck his thumb up in the air, his voice muffled by the sheets. “Good to know.”
Dustin reached for the nightstand and poured out a generous puddle of lube. He smeared it onto both hands and stepped back to evaluate the situation.
Just…staring into another man’s asshole. Truly never thought this would be where life took him.
“Ready?” he said. Elliot nodded with his face in the sheets. “You have to say it. I can’t–”
Elliot turned his face sideways. “Ready.”
Dustin reached around and took him in his hand.
He stroked once, slowly, and Elliot arched like a cat, stretching his fingers wide.
Dustin pressed back, pushing his erection between Elliot’s thighs, feeling him slick and hot and hard in his hand.
He stroked him like that as he slid his other hand between them and put his finger against his hole.
He tapped it, and Elliot gripped the sheet with both hands.
Dustin paused, feeling like he should say grace or something, then slipped in.
“?Puneta! Fuck!”
“Relax.”
“Fuck off, relax. Why don’t we stick something in your asshole and we’ll see how relaxed you are, pendejo?”
Dustin smiled. “Maybe next time.”
He started to work Elliot open like they’d read about – slow circles, one finger, then two. Elliot shivered, and Dustin bent to kiss his spine.
“How does it feel?”
“Ummm…” Elliot was holding tight to the sheets. “Good?”
“Actually good?”
“Weird.”
“Okay…”
“Keep going.”
The clinical part of it should have killed the mood.
It didn’t. The way Elliot pushed back into Dustin’s hand as he began to relax, the small sounds he made into the sheets when Dustin curled his fingers, even the constant checking in that Dustin had to do because Elliot refused to volunteer any information – that was hotter than anything they’d done so far.
“How’s it going?” he said, slowly stroking Elliot’s cock, fingers crooked inside him.
Elliot turned his face again. But instead of saying anything, he just nodded.
Dustin removed his fingers and stepped back. He prepared himself with a condom and lube. He took Elliot by the hips and lined up. “Are you sure?”
Elliot nodded, turning his face into the sheet again. Dustin pressed in slowly, sucking in a breath, his fingers digging automatically into Elliot’s hips. Elliot went still.
“Okay?”
He nodded. Dustin carefully pushed in another inch. His voice was rough as he said, “Elliot? Talk to me, please.”
Elliot made a tiny muffled sound against the mattress.
“What does that mean?”
Elliot was trembling and turned his head just enough to say, “Keep going.”
Dustin pulled back an inch, adjusting, and slowly pushed in again. His fingers tightened and his eyes closed as he felt Elliot around him. It wasn’t better than anything he’d done before, necessarily, or worse… It was just… Well, warm. It was tighter…it was…
He stopped trying to analyze it. It was his dick in Rodriguez’s asshole. That’s what it was.
He went slowly – so fucking maddeningly slowly all the way to the bottom, and exhaled as his thighs touched Elliot’s. “How is it?” he said.
Elliot said nothing. Dustin opened his eyes and looked down.
He was crying.