Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 9

at Eli's arms and tried not to drool. "The formal one with the medals doesn't stretch, nor does the Admiral's, and I think they might be kind of tight in your arms and chest." He swallowed.
    Eli finally looked away from the costumes, blinking. "Oh, just the... yellow one I guess." He gave a little smirk. "I can't believe you have a blue one."
    "Why not?" James wondered why Eli would say that.
    "After what you said in the hospital?" James just continued to look at him curiously. "I believe you said, and I quote "I hate blue, it's for boys."" Eli was trying to stifle his laughter.
    James buried his face in his hands and groaned. Oh shit. He peeked through his fingers. "Was this before or after the pink thing?"
    "After."
    "Oh fuck." He couldn't help snorting though. It was funny. They both stood there snickering like twelve year olds when James finally cleared his throat. "Okay, yellow for you, and I think I'll go formal with gold braid." He turned as he peeled off his shirt. He stopped when he realized Eli was staring at him. He suddenly felt very exposed. "Um, Eli?"
    Eli licked his lips, and finally looked James in the eye. "Huh?"
    Oh, that was an ego boost. "Get changed?"
    "Uh huh." His gaze was roaming over James' chest. James felt his nipples harden at the look and quickly snatched up the jacket and pulled it on. Yes, Eli's interest was flattering, and damn, he was equally interested, but he wasn't really sure this was a date or something weird like more than a hook-up but less than a real date. Would a hook-up be so bad? Did he want a date? Shit, he should have thought this through better.
    When Eli pulled his own t-shirt off, James lost track of his musing. Holy shit. The guy had a six pack to die for, amazing arms as he'd suspected, and a most lickable tattoo on his right bicep. Oh yeah, hook-up, date, whatever. Quick blow job in his parents' garden shed, that would work. He realized it was his turn to be caught staring and his face flushed. He didn't want Eli to think he was some kind of party boy but then again, when faced with someone with a body like Eli, it was hard not to just drop your pants and bend over.
    Speaking of pants, now he had to take his off. Crap. If he didn't turn around, Eli would definitely notice the turn his mind had taken.
    Eli barely stifled a snort when he saw James' reaction. He was glad he wasn't alone in this - it would have been awkward to be the only one attracted. But James seemed to be scrambling to get dressed, so Eli guessed a pre-party blow job was out of the question. Even a quick grope would have been welcome. It had been months since he'd gotten even that much. But when James turned his back and slid his jeans off, Eli got the hint. Maybe the guy wasn't interested after all. Eli'd been out of the game so long he couldn't even read the signals anymore. He pretty much needed someone to come right up and say "Wanna fuck?" to get it.
    He pulled the yellow shirt on and was surprised it fit as well as it did. It was a bit tight in the arms - maybe he should lay off the curls – but otherwise pretty good. James still had his back to him, so Eli quickly undid his pants and slid them down. Just as he stepped out of them and stood up, James turned back around and they both froze.
    Eli stood with his jeans in one hand; James stood still with his hands on the fasteners of the shirt. James' gaze was very surely focused on his crotch. Uh oh. There was no way he was going to be able to keep Little Eli down with a stare like that aimed at him. When James licked his lips, that was it. Eli could almost visualize the bulge in his boxer briefs getting larger as he felt himself hardening. Suddenly, James' eyes flew up to meet Eli's gaze and they both just stood there for a moment. Eli was sure that James would step forward and kiss him or touch him or something, but instead the man stuttered something about tape and fled the room.
    Well shit. Eli didn't know what to think. James couldn't be a virgin; he didn't come across as innocent. He seemed interested given his reaction. What the hell was going on? Eli shook his head and pulled on the pants. They were a bit tight across the crotch, but his cock hadn't settled down yet either. He was still thinking about James' ass as he'd bent over to pull on the black uniform pants. Nice, tight, round but not a bubble butt. Perfect really.
    Eli took a deep breath to try and calm himself because the pants weren't getting any looser. James came back,