Chapter Thirteen #3
There was something extremely hot about the way Elliot stared at his cock.
Dustin hadn’t seen anyone that excited about it since, like, high school, when it was new and no one knew what to do with it.
And if Dustin shut him down, then what? The kid was literally asking for consent, exactly like Dustin had tried to say he should, and he probably didn’t even realize he was doing it.
So…was this mentoring? Technically?
Just let him do it, said a voice in his head. Worst case scenario, you get your dick sucked.
He shook his head and blinked. “Alright.”
Elliot’s eyes sparked. He got to his feet and took a donut out of the box, hesitated with it in both hands, then shoved it onto Dustin’s cock, sugar sprinkling everywhere.
“Easy…” growled Dustin, and Elliot’s eyes flicked up – just wicked, wicked fucking eyes – then he went to his knees again and started to nibble it off.
“Jesus Christ,” Dustin breathed. His hands fisted the table edge. “You’re a fucking menace.”
Rodriguez laughed nervously and put his hands on the inside of Dustin’s knees and kept going.
Dustin couldn’t watch. It was like the weirdest, most intense edging he’d ever done.
Every swivel of Elliot’s dark head. Every tentative breath and brush of his nose and tiny, accidental scrape of his teeth, and never… actually…touching…
Within minutes, Dustin was losing his mind; his cock was drooling and his thighs were shaking, and his frustration had turned into something hotter, dirtier, than he knew what to do with.
“Fuck,” he moaned, gazing at Elliot’s dark head through a haze of lust, “this is fucking crazy.”
Elliot nodded. “Mhm.”
“Are you gonna…is that all you’re – are you just – gonna do that?”
Elliot lifted one shoulder, and Dustin was pretty sure he was smiling as he nibbled off another bite.
“Fuck– you. Fuck you, Rodriguez. You little – Oh – fuck–”
He was going to come. Holy shit he was going to come and Rodriguez wasn’t even sucking his dick, which meant if this was a competition he was definitely losing. Elliot flicked his dark eyes up, questioning, and as they met Dustin’s, he came.
“Shit–” he gasped, and looked down at what was happening. “Oh God…”
It spurted once as Elliot scrambled backward on his knees, mouth open and full of donut. He looked fascinated. Or horrified. Or both.
“It’s just coming out,” he murmured. “I didn’t even…”
Dustin shut his eyes and tipped his head back, groaning as his balls pulsed and his cock jerked and dribbled, and when it was over, he fell back on the table, staring at the ceiling. He lay there hearing nothing but the sound of his own breathing until Elliot said, “Sorry.”
Dustin looked up. “Don’t be sorry.”
“I didn’t mean for that to happen.”
“It was good.”
Elliot looked skeptical.
“It was…weird,” Dustin amended. He blew out a breath and put his head back down. “I think that was probably too advanced for your first attempt.” He looked at Elliot. “Did you want me to…?”
Elliot slowly started chewing again, shaking his head like he couldn’t quite believe what he’d just done. He swallowed and said, “I think I’m good? I’m just gonna go outside.”
Dustin nodded. “Sounds good.” He looked down and broke the half-eaten donut apart and tossed the pieces aside on the table. Then he laid back and closed his eyes. “I’ll be right there.”
He heard Elliot get up and go across the room, then the sliding glass door opened and the street sounds came in.
A warm breeze came with it and Dustin pressed his eyes under the heels of his hands and let it wash over him.
He did his best to exhale the weirdness, and inhaled the smell of pine trees and the bread smell from the restaurant across the street, and–
cigarettes?
Dustin sat up so fast his head spun, and glared out at the balcony. “Are you fucking kidding me?” he called.
Sliding off the table, he yanked on his jeans, didn’t bother with the button, and followed Elliot outside. He was covered in crumbs and sugar and come. Elliot was at the rail with his forearms braced and a cigarette between his fingers, looking down into the street.
“You’re not smoking that,” said Dustin. “Where did that come from?”
“I picked them up. It’s not a thing, I just like to have them around sometimes.”
“Put it out. Right now.”
Elliot took a drag, exhaled toward the skyline, and grinned over his shoulder. “Make me.”
Dustin stepped forward. “You sure you want me to do that?”
The kid’s eyes went a little wide, which was incredibly fucking hot, then turned challenging. For a moment Dustin glared at him while Elliot sassed him back, and the air between them was hot and tight and electric.
Then Elliot dragged on the cigarette and held it out.
“No,” said Dustin.
“Come on.” He turned to face Dustin, waving it and blowing smoke. “You know you want it, Papi.”
Holding his gaze, Dustin held out two fingers, and grinning, Elliot handed it over.
“You’re so serious. You really nee–”
Dustin stubbed it out on the wall and went back inside.
This kid was going to be the death of him.