under the hair stuck to Eli’s neck, he heard the stillness of two in the morning times two orgasms catch up to Quinn.
“Something wrong?” Some force was left in Quinn’s sleepy voice, a solid promise to fix whatever was creating the tension in Eli’s body.
“No.” That was the truth. He’d just had amazing sex—twice—with an apparently nice guy who found his company pleasant enough to drag him along as a buffer against the boredom of some family event, and there was nothing wrong with any of it. “Just wired.”
“Hmm. Wake me up if you jerk off. Want to watch.”
The laugh came out despite Eli’s chest being so full of his stupid racing heart. “I will.”
Chapter Five
Quinn woke to the smell of coffee and an empty bed. He’d felt Eli get up early in the morning but had fallen back asleep before finding out if Eli came back. As fidgety as his guest had been, Quinn wouldn’t be surprised to discover Eli had taken a cab or public transportation back downtown.
But as he hitched up a pair of jeans and followed the coffee smell downstairs to his kitchen, Quinn hoped he was wrong. Not only because he had the baptism to attend, but as good as things had been with Eli last night, Quinn couldn’t shake the sensation of unfinished business.
Eli wasn’t gone. Dressed only in the black overshirt he’d worn last night, he stretched on his toes to search one of Quinn’s cabinets.
The sight sent blood pulsing to his sensitive cock, which tried to reclaim the morning wood he’d fought with as he peed, but Quinn had to curse the fact that he wasn’t twenty anymore, couldn’t simply slide up, bend Eli over the counter and give him the pounding that outfit deserved. The shirt skimmed his hips, and Eli’s pale legs made the splash of red on his ass stand out more. A few darker spots that might have been bruises spotted the crease where ass met thigh. Spots from Quinn’s fingertips.
He should have been ashamed of leaving marks on that fair skin instead of frustrated by his dick’s slow response. But he wasn’t. The sight made him proud, God help him, proud that Eli would be wearing a piece of last night for a few days. Maybe caffeine would help more than just his brain function.
“Thanks for making coffee.” He unhooked his mug from under a cabinet and poured himself a cup.
He’d wondered if Eli had heard him coming and posed like that, hoping Quinn would take advantage of the geography, but when Eli turned around, his face was wary. The eyeliner was gone, and damn if he didn’t look younger. What the hell would Claire say when she saw him?
“What time do you have to be at the thing? The baptism?”
“You live downtown?”
Eli nodded.
Quinn checked his watch. “We’ve got at least an hour.”
“I was going to make eggs.” Eli gestured at the pan on the stove and the carton on the counter.
“Or you could go back to bed. Seems like you didn’t sleep much.”
Eli’s shoulders were tense under a shrug. “There’ll be lots of time to sleep when I’m—”
“Older?” Quinn suggested dryly.
Eli gave him a half smile. “I was going to say dead, but old will do, old man.”
Something vulnerable behind Eli’s smile reminded Quinn of a wild animal, trapped and ready to bolt. He tried to keep up the teasing. “And what would your mother say if she knew you were cavorting half-naked in the kitchen of a much older man?”
Eli turned back to the cabinet. “Don’t you have any tarragon?”
“What?”
“Tarragon. It’s really good in scrambled eggs.”
Quinn crossed to him and reached into the back of the spices. “Here.”
Eli looked up at him. “What kind of man actually uses cavorting in a sentence?”
“The one attached to this.” Teasing hadn’t worked, so Quinn went for what did. He grabbed Eli’s hand and put it on the fly of his jeans.
“Oh. That.” Eli’s palm opened, rubbed warm and slow.
Quinn’s dick got hot and tight, skin stretching again under the steady
“Something wrong?” Some force was left in Quinn’s sleepy voice, a solid promise to fix whatever was creating the tension in Eli’s body.
“No.” That was the truth. He’d just had amazing sex—twice—with an apparently nice guy who found his company pleasant enough to drag him along as a buffer against the boredom of some family event, and there was nothing wrong with any of it. “Just wired.”
“Hmm. Wake me up if you jerk off. Want to watch.”
The laugh came out despite Eli’s chest being so full of his stupid racing heart. “I will.”
Chapter Five
Quinn woke to the smell of coffee and an empty bed. He’d felt Eli get up early in the morning but had fallen back asleep before finding out if Eli came back. As fidgety as his guest had been, Quinn wouldn’t be surprised to discover Eli had taken a cab or public transportation back downtown.
But as he hitched up a pair of jeans and followed the coffee smell downstairs to his kitchen, Quinn hoped he was wrong. Not only because he had the baptism to attend, but as good as things had been with Eli last night, Quinn couldn’t shake the sensation of unfinished business.
Eli wasn’t gone. Dressed only in the black overshirt he’d worn last night, he stretched on his toes to search one of Quinn’s cabinets.
The sight sent blood pulsing to his sensitive cock, which tried to reclaim the morning wood he’d fought with as he peed, but Quinn had to curse the fact that he wasn’t twenty anymore, couldn’t simply slide up, bend Eli over the counter and give him the pounding that outfit deserved. The shirt skimmed his hips, and Eli’s pale legs made the splash of red on his ass stand out more. A few darker spots that might have been bruises spotted the crease where ass met thigh. Spots from Quinn’s fingertips.
He should have been ashamed of leaving marks on that fair skin instead of frustrated by his dick’s slow response. But he wasn’t. The sight made him proud, God help him, proud that Eli would be wearing a piece of last night for a few days. Maybe caffeine would help more than just his brain function.
“Thanks for making coffee.” He unhooked his mug from under a cabinet and poured himself a cup.
He’d wondered if Eli had heard him coming and posed like that, hoping Quinn would take advantage of the geography, but when Eli turned around, his face was wary. The eyeliner was gone, and damn if he didn’t look younger. What the hell would Claire say when she saw him?
“What time do you have to be at the thing? The baptism?”
“You live downtown?”
Eli nodded.
Quinn checked his watch. “We’ve got at least an hour.”
“I was going to make eggs.” Eli gestured at the pan on the stove and the carton on the counter.
“Or you could go back to bed. Seems like you didn’t sleep much.”
Eli’s shoulders were tense under a shrug. “There’ll be lots of time to sleep when I’m—”
“Older?” Quinn suggested dryly.
Eli gave him a half smile. “I was going to say dead, but old will do, old man.”
Something vulnerable behind Eli’s smile reminded Quinn of a wild animal, trapped and ready to bolt. He tried to keep up the teasing. “And what would your mother say if she knew you were cavorting half-naked in the kitchen of a much older man?”
Eli turned back to the cabinet. “Don’t you have any tarragon?”
“What?”
“Tarragon. It’s really good in scrambled eggs.”
Quinn crossed to him and reached into the back of the spices. “Here.”
Eli looked up at him. “What kind of man actually uses cavorting in a sentence?”
“The one attached to this.” Teasing hadn’t worked, so Quinn went for what did. He grabbed Eli’s hand and put it on the fly of his jeans.
“Oh. That.” Eli’s palm opened, rubbed warm and slow.
Quinn’s dick got hot and tight, skin stretching again under the steady
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