by Shawn Bailey
“Great,” Eli said. “See you then.”
“He’s making a date,” Henry said.
Eli disconnected the call. “No, I’m joining a friend for violin practice.”
“That geek, Randall?” Trey asked.
Eli sighed. Trey leaving for the Marine Corps couldn’t have happened at a better time.
* * * *
Dimitri looked around the area as he got out of his car. Eli’s new apartment was about three blocks from the university, in a quaint, old New Orleans neighborhood. The building appeared to be a newly constructed model, surrounded by lush landscaping and crape myrtle trees. He walked up to the white, wrought iron gate and pressed the button.
“Yes?”
“It’s me, gorgeous.” Just the sound of Eli’s voice made his heart flutter.
“Apartment 3B,” Eli told him.
He heard a buzzer and then a click. Dimitri opened the gate and stepped into a courtyard. “Wow, this is nice.” He’d always wanted a garden. He remembered his grandmother having one when he was a child. He spent hours out in the yard of her Treme Street home, helping her pull weeds and water flowers. On other days, he’d mowed her lawn while she sat in a swing and watched him. His reward for doing a good job would be a glass of mint tea or a punch-flavored frozen cup. Those were some of his fondest memories, and he remembered thinking he’d love to share such experiences with his kids. Dimitri sighed. So never going to happen.
He took the elevator up to the third floor and searched for apartment 3B. He found Eli leaning in the door waiting for him, looking angelical, wearing a white T-shirt and matching shorts.
Dimitri etched the delightful sight into his memory. Being in love made even the smallest things pleasurable.
“Please remove your shoes.”
Dimitri looked down. First he noticed ten perfect toes, and then two shapely calves, followed by light crème-colored carpet. “You’ll have to hold this first,” he said, handing Eli a bag containing their dinner. He took off his shoes, stepped inside and kissed Eli. Instead of meeting the usual resistance, Eli stood still and allowed the affection.
“Hmm, you’re in a good mood.”
“You’re here,” Eli said, closing the door and leading him through the pristine apartment. For an eighteen year old, Eli really had it going on. He had a fancy car, a scholarship to a prestigious college, and a beautiful, energy-efficient, two-bedroom apartment. Am I insane?
This kid is way out of my league.
Eli led him to the kitchen and placed the food on a white marble countertop, next to bright-red, small appliances.
Dimitri opened the stainless steel refrigerator and found it stocked with food and a six-pack of his favorite beer. Touching. Eli had thought enough about him to get someone to purchase it just for him.
“Let me give you the grand tour.”
Dimitri nodded. He’d follow Eli to the end of the earth if he had to. But at the moment he enjoyed the tour of the living room with its formal French provincial furnishing. No doubt his mother had a hand in the selection. Like the kitchen, the living room had that new, never-been-used smell.
Eli’s violin rested on a stand in his den-turned-music room. On the walls were pictures of famous violinists and one of Eli and his friend Randall. Dimitri studied the picture. Both young men wore white suits and it appeared to be taken at some music hall. They looked happy together. He grimaced, not liking what he saw or the way it made him feel. Jealousy had never been his thing.
Eli led him out of the room and up the stairs, first to the guest bedroom and finally into his. Dimitri eyed the king-sized maple bed, and winked at Eli who blushed profusely. He drew his attention away from his lover to check out the matching dresser and chest of drawers.
Dimitri opened the double closet doors. Except for a couple pairs of dress pants and two suits, everything else was jeans and T-shirts.
He also had too many shoes for a young man. “I’m going to miss those preppy boy outfits,” he teased.
“I can’t go to college looking like a dweeb,” Eli said, heading toward the master bathroom.
Dimitri followed him in and stared at the bathtub big enough for two. The beige, brown, and green color scheme matched the master bedroom. Little cakes of rose-scented soap rested in a white porcelain dish on the back of the toilet seat. Dimitri spied two toothbrushes.
“You do live here alone, don’t you?”
Eli nodded. “I picked up another one just in case I got an overnight guest.”
“Ooh, I like a man with high expectations.” Dimitri eyed the tub again, noticing the bottle of lavender-scented bubble bath. “I haven’t had a bubble bath since I was a kid. Do you mind?”
“What about dinner?” Eli asked.
“I think I saw a fancy microwave in the kitchen,” Dimitri said, turning on the water and filling the tub with a capful of the lavender liquid. He removed his shirt and Eli looked away with an impish smile. “Strip, preppy,” Dimitri ordered. “I need someone to wash my back.”
Chapter Six
Regardless of what he thought, sex in a bathtub didn’t hold a candle to sex in a brand new bed. They’d given the bathtub the old college try, but Dimitri’s cock kept slipping out of him and porcelain, though pretty, was hell on the knees. Dimitri just gave up, hauled him out of the tub and carried him into the master bedroom. Moments later Dimitri had found Eli’s new stash of condoms and fruit-flavored gel he’d hidden and was now on his knees, licking the pineapple-flavored lube off Eli’s greased-up pubic area.
Eli groaned. He felt like a sticky mess and he couldn’t do anything but lay there since Dimitri had tied his arms to the headboard with two of Eli’s expensive silk ties.
“This would be perfect if we had some whipped crème,” Dimitri said as he ran his tongue along the base of Eli’s cock.
“I’ll remember to add it to the grocery list,” Eli said. “Ooh, your tongue is lethal.” His cock disappeared into Dimitri’s mouth and came out covered in saliva. “You’re really freaky,” he teased as pleasure flowed through his body. He wanted so badly to touch Dimitri, or run his fingers through his spiky, blond hair, but the ties restrained him.
“Ah,” he moaned as Dimitri inched two pineapple-lubed fingers up his ass, while simultaneously sucking him dry. “Not being able to touch you is killing me.”
Dimitri chuckled at his pleas.
Eli rolled his hips, sending more of his length into Dimitri’s mouth. The fingers inched further inside his body, stimulating his prostate and totally weakening his defenses. His body trembled. If Dimitri kept this up, he wouldn’t last long.
Dimitri introduced a third finger into his ass.
“Oh, sweet Jesus,” Eli moaned. “That feels so good.” Dimitri continued to eat him alive, sucking, stroking, nibbling, and probing him. He slid the fingers out slowly and then pushed them back in again.
Eli’s back arched as he struggled against the ties. He hated feeling so vulnerable and defenseless. He didn’t know how much more of the seduction he could take.
Dimitri sped up the process. Eli saw his head bobbing up and down and felt Dimitri’s fingers pushing in and out of him rapidly.
“I’m coming,” he shouted.
Dimitri’s head continued to bob up and down.
Eli exploded, sending his sperm deep into Dimitri’s throat.
Dimitri choked, but recovered quickly. He came up for air, licking his lips. “You taste like piña colada.” He swallowed again. “And what a gusher.”
“You’re so silly,” Eli said with a groan. He’d come so hard he felt like he broke something inside his stomach.
Dimitri climbed on top of him and untied the restraints.
“Get off me. You weigh a ton,” he lied. Dimitri had a nice, slim body. Eli rubbed his wrists to get the circulation going again.
Dimitri silenced his bitching by kissing him. His thick erection pressed into Eli’s tender stomach.
“Okay, I get the message. Less talking and
more sucking. Do you want to be covered in cherry-flavored lube and devoured?”
“No,” Dimitri moaned, kissing Eli’s throat. “I’m way past the point of foreplay. I need to be inside of you.” Eli moaned too, swept away by Dimitri’s provocative words.
“Will you cherry-lube my ass?”
“Oh yeah,” Dimitri said, rising above him and gently turning him onto his stomach. “But first I need to wrap the wiener.” Eli heard the rustle of a condom package, followed by the popping of a top. Moments later his buttocks and anus were slick with lubrication. “I’m going to need another bath after this—Oh!” Dimitri slipped into him. “You could have at least given me time to finish my sentence.”
“No time for conversation,” Dimitri said as he ground into Eli’s backside. “Must concentrate.”
“Ouch,” Eli cried as Dimitri passionately humped him.
“I’m sorry, babe. I’m too excited.” He slowed his roll and then withdrew.
“What’s wrong?” Eli asked.
“I want to make love to you nice and slow.” He rolled Eli over on his back. “And I want to look into those eyes and kiss you.” He parted Eli’s thighs and slid between them.
Eli helped by spreading his legs and offering himself to Dimitri.
Dimitri sighed. “Oh Lord, you look delicious.” Eli blushed. “Love me,” he said breathlessly, staring directly into Dimitri’s eyes.
“Your wish is my command.” Dimitri lifted his buttocks and penetrated him. Once inside he lay down atop Eli and proceeded to kiss him.
Eli realized Dimitri liked to kiss him to express his affection and in the future he would try to be more cooperative.
Dimitri’s tongue entered his mouth.
“Umh!” Eli moaned against Dimitri’s lips. He tasted juicy and delicious like pineapple lube and he was working that tattooed body like a master. “Ah! That hit the spot.” Dimitri chuckled, pushed up on his hands and moved his hips in a circular motion. “Ah, you’re so tight. Ooh, shit. Work that ass.” Eli tried to help Dimitri out, but at the moment he couldn’t think straight. All of a sudden reality hit him. I’m in love with Dimitri! He shuddered passionately. Could he tell him how he felt? Was it too soon in their relationship? And if he did tell him, what would he do if Dimitri told him he loved him back? Eli knew it was a foolish thing to be thinking about during intercourse, but Dimitri had to know how he felt about him. It had to be love. How else could he explain laying spread eagle in his new bed with a tattooed egotist humping his butt?
A deep plunge into his hole brought Eli back to reality. “Ooh.” He moved his butt.
Dimitri moaned. “Good, you’re back. I was beginning to think you fell asleep.”
“No!” Eli uttered as his cock hardened to near-dangerous proportions. “Quite the opposite. I’m on fire.” Dimitri laid down on him again, smashing his aching cock between them. He rolled it around against his stomach.
Eli moaned. “Stop torturing me.”
“Maybe we should change positions.” He rolled off Eli. “You, on top.”
“Huh? We’ve never done it this way before.” He moved and allowed Dimitri to take his spot on the bed. “Will I be doing you?”
“Not a chance,” Dimitri said. “There’s only room for one lion in this den.”
“But it’s my den,” Eli mumbled as he positioned himself over Dimitri.
“You can be the princess,” Dimitri said as he helped ease Eli down on his swollen cock.
“Ah!” Eli cried out as Dimitri slid up his shaft.
Dimitri chuckled.
I’ll show him. Eli lifted himself and then sank back down on Dimitri.
“That’s it. Move that hot, little body.” Dimitri looked so fucking hot, lying beneath him in all his blond splendor and tattooed with Asian characters. The sight made Eli as horny as hell. His thoughts turned all slutty as he moved his sticky, cherry-lubed ass up and down Dimitri’s pole. He moaned loudly as Dimitri’s dick touched his prostate.
Dimitri grabbed his hips and moved him quicker to intensify the friction.
After a few minutes of this, Eli couldn’t take it anymore. He’d grabbed his cock and began masturbating. He reached his limit and let go a hot stream of cum all over Dimitri. His body continued to shudder as Dimitri made a mess of his prostate. His body stilled, and the gushing stopped. Dimitri stared up at him.
“Damn. Enjoyed yourself much?”
Eli slid off him and lay next to him on the bed. “Yes, very much so. Thank you.”
“Yuck,” Dimitri teased. “You have me all dirty.” Eli chuckled. “One of the privileges of being a princess.” He sighed contently.
Dimitri took his hand and moved it between his legs. “Don’t get too comfortable. You still have an angry lion to extinguish.” Eli gulped. Dimitri felt huge. “Sorry. I forgot.” Dimitri rolled him over on his stomach and hoisted his hips into the air. “You forgot? Such a selfish princess.” He greased Eli’s ass with lube again, spread the cheeks and slid into him.
“Oh!” Eli moaned as Dimitri screwed his sore hole.
His lover rode him vigorously, thrusting deep. “I have to teach you who’s king here. Ooh,” he moaned.
All Dimitri’s bragging fell apart in about two minutes when his passion took control and made him come. “Shit,” he groaned. “The princess’s throne is too powerful.”
Both he and Eli fell to the mattress, chuckling.
“I want to be the lion next time,” Eli said as they cuddled together.
He sighed. He hadn’t had time to tell Dimitri how he felt about him.
The moment passed when things got silly between them.
“I’ll think about it,” Dimitri said. He kissed Eli on the side of his face. “What about dinner.”
“I need a nap,” Eli said sleepily. “Being a princess has tired me out.”
* * * *
After dinner they decided to go for a walk around the neighborhood. And when they returned to the apartment, Eli noticed a familiar-looking car parked in front of the apartment complex . Justin!
Eli released Dimitri’s hand.
“Is something wrong?” Dimitri asked.
The car doors opened and Justin, Henry and Trey stepped out.
“Oh!” Dimitri said. “Busted.”
“So not funny,” Eli said as the three approached. “What are you guys doing here?”
Trey walked around Dimitri. “We came to check out your new digs. What is he doing here?”
“Isn’t he the guy from the tattoo parlor?” Justin asked.
“Yes,” Trey answered. “He’s the one who worked on Eli’s tattoo and looks like they’re best buds now. They’re holding hands and strolling around the neighborhood in broad daylight.”
“Mind your business,” Dimitri told Trey.
Trey braced up to Dimitri. “Eli is my business.” Dimitri stared him down and Trey stepped back.
“Can we see your place?” Henry asked nervously.
“Sure,” Eli said, running a mental sweep of his bedroom and bathroom to make sure they’d left it presentable. He led the way, and Dimitri followed.
“How come he’s seen the place before us?” Justin asked Trey.
Trey just chuckled.
Eli opened the front door and allowed his friends to enter. They walked through his place without him while he stayed in the kitchen and talked to Dimitri.
“I think I need a beer,” Dimitri told him.
Eli smiled weakly. “I’ll get rid of them.” They were still there an hour later checking out Eli’s music room.
“Where’s the nearest store?” Dimitri asked.
“Around the corner. Why?” Eli asked.
“I need more beer.” He rose and left the music room, leaving Eli alone with his friends.
“What’s he doing here?” Henry asked. “I thought you said you were meeting Randall.”
“No, you assumed I was meeting Randall,” Eli said. “Dimitri also plays the violin.”
“Is he yo
ur new main squeeze?” Trey asked.
Eli glared at him. Trey had been quite annoying since he arrived, making nasty comments and just being a bitch to Dimitri. “He’s a friend.”
“I’m your friend, but I don’t ever remember you holding my hand.”
Eli ignored him.
“I always thought you were a little sweet,” Trey continued. “Does he screw you or do you screw him?”
“That’s not any of your business,” Justin said in Eli’s defense.
“Of course not. I don’t want it known that I associate with fags.” Eli grimaced. Trey was in for a rude awakening when he went to the military and found out that kind of talk wouldn’t be considered acceptable.
“What will your parents say when they find out? Dimitri is not exactly Harvard material.”
“My parents love me,” Eli said. “And they won’t care.”
“Sure they will,” Trey insisted. “What parent in their right mind wants a fag for a son?”
Eli glanced at the clock. When is this evening going to end? He and Dimitri planned a quiet evening on the man’s only day off and his friends had ruined it.
Dimitri entered the apartment using the key Eli had given him.
Trey glanced at him and smirked. “Has he moved in?”
“No,” Dimitri said, entering the music room with the beer. “Not yet. I don’t know if I like the neighborhood yet. I have a feeling this area is swarming with snobs.” He sat down next to Eli.
“Aren’t you going to give Eli a beer?” Trey asked, still kicking up mess.
Dimitri shook his head. “He’s not old enough to drink.”
“You seem to know a lot about Eli. Do you know that his father is a judge?”
“Yes,” Dimitri said.
Eli frowned. One of his parents must have given his friends his new address.
“So what do your folks do?”
“Both my parents are deceased,” Dimitri answered.
Eli sighed. He didn’t know that. There was still so much about Dimitri he didn’t know.
“Eli is going to be a concert violinist and travel around the world,” Trey continued. “Do you plan to accompany him?” Eli balled his fist. If Trey didn’t stop, he was going to punch him in the face. “I’d rather have Dimitri accompany me than you. At least he’s not judgmental.”