Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 9
wrapped his hand around Eli's neck, and pulled him down for a wet sloppy kiss. Eli's hips ground against James; while the feel of Eli's hot sweaty chest rubbing against him had James' entire body feeling like he was stretched too tight. James' voice came out in a rasp. "Now, fast and hard."
Eli settled back onto his knees, his hands wrapped around James' thighs to hold him close. He started a punishing rhythm, barely giving James a chance to catch his breath. James put his hands up to brace against the headboard. He wasn't sure he was grunting out words or just random sounds, but Eli didn't seem to mind either way and he never faltered. James wasn't sure how long they went on that way. It could have been five minutes or five hours, but finally, James reached down with one hand and started stroking himself. He was close and he knew he should probably try and last longer, but shit, he'd been ready to go off since Eli had peeled his shirt off before the party. Now, watching that buff body strain over him, the muscles in his arms flexing as he pulled James close, was too much.
As he arched into Eli's thrusts, James' stomach muscles contracted and he shot up over his chest, some even hitting his chin. It had been a while since he'd had that much velocity. As his body relaxed back on the bed, he looked up at Eli whose neck muscles were corded with strain. "Do it. Now." His breath coming in shallow gasps, Eli plunged forward, let out a long drawn out "fuck" and then collapsed on James.
James smiled as he ran his hands up and down Eli's back. "Mmm. Nice job."
"Uh huh." Eli hadn't moved yet. Eventually he rolled over and took care of the condom. They lay side by side for a few minutes catching their breath. When Eli looked over at James, his breath caught in his chest. What the hell was he doing? James was everything he wasn't. He was open and carefree and had a close, albeit slightly odd, relationship with his family. He had a normal job and probably normal life aspirations. This couldn't end well. Nate was a prime example. Nate had worked in banking; he'd gone to work, came home, wanted to go out on the weekends and have a good time, but Eli had been working. There was always an excuse. After a while Nate got tired of the excuses, so he went out with friends, without Eli, and well, that ended badly, hadn't it? Nate was still with the new guy though, so he couldn't really hold it against him.
When James reached for his hand, Eli sat up quickly. "Um, I need to, uh, clean up." He saw James frown, but he headed for the bathroom as fast as he could. He grabbed his jeans on the way past. After he washed up, he found his cigarettes and quietly slipped out onto James' balcony. He lit a cigarette and inhaled deeply. James was nice, too nice probably, and this likely was a bad idea. He was leaning both arms on the rail, playing with the cigarette in his fingers, when he heard the balcony door slide open.
He didn't move or look behind him, but started slightly when James' arms circled him and James leaned against his back. "Hey." James kissed the side of his neck. "What's up?"
"Nothing, I'm..." before he could get it out, James gave him a squeeze, practically the Heimlich maneuver. "Jesus. Easy."
"You were going to say it. Truth."
"I'm just, well, I'm just not sure I'm good dating material." It was easier to say when he didn't have to look in those brown eyes, all warm and chocolaty.
"So, you're abusive?"
Eli's body jerked. "No. Shit."
"You're a serial cheater?"
He pushed back with his butt. "No."
"You intend on stealing my ATM PIN and cleaning me out?"
Eli couldn't help but snort. "No. You're a teacher. I should probably be worried about my ATM PIN."
"You should, Mr. 'I can keep you in the manner to which you are accustomed'." James squeezed Eli lightly and smoothed his hands over Eli's bare stomach, tracing the muscles there. "Maybe I'll become your trophy husband."
"Hmm. You're cute enough, I guess." That got him harder squeeze.
"What then?"
"My life is whack. I work crazy hours, all days of the week, all times of the day. I see some pretty miserable shit and I can't help but bring that home. Trust me; it doesn't lead to good stuff."
"I know. I know all that. And I think you need to take a breath sometimes. Stop, forget the hospital and the crap, and just be you, Eli, the Trekkie nerd." Eli looked over his shoulder at James and frowned. "I love Trekkie nerds, my parents are the ultimate Trekkie nerds." Eli
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