Chapter 4 - Tyler #4
“Do I have to?” Eli slid his tongue into the hollow of Tyler's jaw and Tyler shivered, pulling him closer. Their erections brushed between them and Tyler moaned.
Eli nipped his ear and then whispered into it, “And I never wanted you to fuck yourself, up or otherwise. If you want to get fucked, that’s my job.”
“Holy shit.” Tyler’s dick ached and he wanted Eli so bad his vision blurred and if Eli kept saying things like that this was going to be a very short fuck.
He slid down the bed enough to put his mouth on Eli's chest, to nuzzle against the soft brown curls there and suck first one nipple and then the other between his lips.
He'd only had a couple of boyfriends before, and most of the sex had been quick and fumbling, but he'd been dreaming of this forever. Eli writhed and moaned in a gratifying way as Tyler let himself kiss and taste the smooth tanned skin that had been off limits for so long. But when Tyler brushed his lower on Eli’s stomach, Eli grabbed his head and restrained him.
“Stop,” Eli said breathlessly. “I love your mouth but that's not where I want to go for our first time. Not if you’re up for more. I did buy condoms at that pharmacy, you know.”
“You want...more?” Tyler brushed his callused palm over Eli's chest and watched Eli arch into his touch.
“Yeah, I do. You, inside me.” Eli took Tyler’s hand and licked his palm, running his tongue over the layers of roughness from years of rips and rubbing. Then he pressed Tyler's damp hand down where Eli's erection rose hard against the fabric of his underwear. They both shuddered.
Tyler struggled out of Stephen’s hoodie and shorts, planted his hands on either side of Eli’s shoulders in a plank hold, his whole body suspended over Eli's, and stared down at him.
Eli was slender and gorgeous, naked except for the boxer-briefs tented over his straining erection.
Eli's mouth glinted wet from kisses, and his eyes shone amber-warm, just for Tyler.
For a long moment, Tyler held the pose, braced on his hands and toes, arms straight, back straight, as Eli grinned up at him.
Tyler knew he was going to go through more bad times.
The loss of this, of a body trained to perfection, of using his strength freely until he came damned close to flying—that was something he'd be mourning a long time.
Whether he'd even be able to watch his teammates as they took the floor under the American flag.
..well, he didn't know. But he hadn’t lost everything, if he had Eli.
Slowly, inch by inch, with hard-won muscular control, he dipped lower until his body pressed Eli's lithe form into the bed. Eli licked his lips. Tyler bent and kissed him again, hotter, wetter, thrusting his tongue into Eli's willing mouth. Eli worked his hands in between them, shoving awkwardly at their underwear. His fingers brushed against Tyler’s groin with electrifying heat. Tyler laughed delightedly and arched against Eli to rub their cocks together. A needle of pain shot from Tyler’s back to his thigh, and he thought he controlled his flinch, but under him, Eli froze, grabbing his hips in a firm grip.
Tyler groaned. “Hell, no, tell me you're not stopping now.”
“No way. But I want to do all kinds of wicked things with you and I'll be damned if we'll put your back out by fucking me after you quit the Olympic team to protect it. Roll over. Flat on your back.”
Tyler did as he was told, although he couldn't help saying, “I really want to fuck you.”
“Oh, you will.” Eli straddled him, wonderfully tanned and sleek and just Eli, his expression pure heat.
“Lots of ways to get there.” He rose on his knees to work his boxer-briefs down off his legs, dropped them over the side, then reached for Tyler's waistband. Eli’s eyes never left Tyler's face as his hands stroked downward, his knuckles brushing Tyler’s abs, his hips, tugging the fabric lower an inch at a time until Tyler’s dick sprang free, leaving a damp smear against his stomach.
Eli swept his tongue deliberately over his lips.
Tyler’s breath caught in his chest. Emotions swamped him, urgent need and hope underlaid with a dark tide of pain and regret and loss.
Too much, way too much. He was going to cry again, he knew, and scream and rage.
But right now, seeing Eli looking at him with affection and want made it possible to shove the rest down deep.
For just this moment, for a space outside of time, he could watch the man he loved—the man he’d thought he’d never have—staring intently at him like Tyler was everything Eli wanted.
He could watch Eli’s hands skim ridiculous flag-patterned cotton lower down his thighs, and let that touch overwhelm him.
Before they got completely naked and moved beyond the realm of rational thought, Tyler had one more moment to reflect.
And in that moment, he realized that, through all the hard days yet to come, he'd found a very different and even sweeter kind of gold to work for, in the amber heat of Eli Nelson's eyes.
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