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by K. M. Neuhold


  Pax: Hey Nerdlet. How’s it going?

  Elijah: Trying to study

  It’s not a complete lie. I was trying to study before I got distracted by the idea of learning how to give a blowjob.

  Pax: Video chat me?

  That’s a new request. My stomach flutters, and my cheeks heat. I wonder why he wants to video chat, like is this a phone sex kind of thing? Do I want to do it if it is? Stupid question. If it’s a Pax-sex thing I’m pretty sure I could be talked into it, and I really don’t want to think much harder about that.

  Elijah: Ok

  My phone starts to ring a second later with a video call. I hit the accept button, and Pax’s face fills my screen. It looks like he’s lying in a hotel bed, the sheets that generic white. A slow smile spreads over his lips, and my stomach flutters.

  “Hey, Einstein.”

  “Hi,” I say.

  “I’m bored and lonely. Hope you don’t mind me calling.”

  “No, I don’t mind.” He’s bored and lonely, and I was his first thought to call? “I would’ve thought you’d be used to the boredom of hotel rooms by now. What do you usually do to entertain yourself when you’re traveling?”

  An uncharacteristically sheepish look crosses his face before he fixes it back into the casual smirk. “Normally, I get company.”

  “Company?” I repeat and then it hits me. “Oh. Well, don’t let me stop you,” I say with as much nonchalance as I can manage, a nervous laugh bubbling past my lips. I glance over at the banana still sitting a few inches away on the table and feel like a complete idiot. It doesn’t matter how many bananas I try to deep throat, I’ll never be able to compete with all the experienced men he’s used to.

  “I’m not in the mood,” he says simply, making me think that if he was in the mood we wouldn’t be chatting right now, he’d be with someone else. The thought makes my stomach roil as I force my smile to stay in place. “Elijah.” The use of my actual name gives me pause.

  “Yeah?”

  “We agreed this is casual, but as far as I’m concerned, as long as we’re doing whatever this is, it’s just between the two of us. You good with that?”

  “Yeah,” I say again, doing my best not to let my relief show on my face. I glance over at the banana again, wondering if maybe I shouldn’t give the practice another shot once we’re off the phone.

  “What do you keep looking at?”

  “Nothing,” I lie, my face heating.

  Pax arches an eyebrow at me. “Tell me,” he cajoles with a smirk.

  “It’s seriously nothing,” I find myself laughing at the lightness of his expression, the playfulness in his tone.

  “Then why are you blushing so hard?”

  “If I tell you, you’ll laugh at me.”

  His expression turns serious in an instant. “I’ll never laugh at you, Einstein.”

  “Fine, but I warned you.” I reach for the banana and hold it in front of the screen. “Before you called, I was…um…practicing …uh…fellatio.”

  A laugh bursts from his lips, and I glower at him. “That’s it, I’m hanging up on you.”

  “No, wait.” He schools his expression. “That wasn’t a laugh; it was a noise of surprise. That was not what I thought you were going to say.”

  “What did you think I was going to say?”

  “Honestly, Nerdlet? I have no idea. You surprise me,” he says, his tone going soft for a second.

  “In a good way?” I check.

  “In a very good way,” he answers. My face heats again, and I dip my head to hide my smile. “Want to show me?”

  Pax

  Elijah’s sweet smile drops, and his eyes go wide.

  “Show you?” he repeats.

  “Yeah.” My voice drops an octave, my cock already hardening at the thought of watching him mimic a blowjob on a reasonably phallic object. “Come on, Einstein, show me what you practiced.”

  I’ve never seen his face so red as he dips his gaze and laughs nervously. “I didn’t get very far into the practice.”

  “Show me anyway.”

  He looks back up into the screen, his eyes dancing with nerves and heat all at once. “You won’t think I look silly?”

  “I can absolutely assure you I won’t think it’s silly at all.” My voice sounds husky even to my ears, my boxers fully tented now with my erection. I reach down to adjust myself, a heavy breath falling from my lips.

  “Will you…” he clears his throat. “Will you touch yourself while I do it?”

  “Would that turn you on?” I ask, and he nods rapidly, his curls bouncing against his forehead, his eyes full of innocence, the heat in them building. “Show me what you’ve been practicing,” I prompt again.

  He sets the phone down, taking a second to adjust it so he’s in frame and then adjusts his grasp on the banana. His eyes dart nervously in my direction as he sticks his tongue out and flicks it against the tip of the banana. I groan and that seems to give him a little confidence. The next lick is longer, dragging along the entire length of the banana, and I swear I can feel it on my cock, his sweet little pink tongue and those sinful lips.

  “Oh yeah, get it nice and wet with your tongue,” I encourage, wrapping my hand around the base of my cock as he continues to lick the fruit enthusiastically. His eyelids flutter closed, and he starts to make happy little noises I don’t think he knows he’s making. “Oh baby, you’re dying for my cock, aren’t you?”

  I don’t expect an answer, but his eyes open, only halfway but he looks right into the camera with a half-lidded gaze. “So bad.”

  Fucking hell, he has no idea how goddamn tempting he is.

  “Oh yeah, get your lips around it, show me how deep you can take it in your mouth.”

  He obeys, parting his lips and wrapping them around it. He hums around the fruit as he slowly pushes it into his mouth while I work my hand shamelessly over my shaft, my balls bouncing against my thigh with every stroke.

  “Fuck, Einstein, get it in there,” I moan, and he pulls back, his saliva glistening on the skin of the banana, and then shoves it back in, gagging as it hits the back of his throat. The sound makes my cock jerk in my hand; it’s entirely too easy to imagine the feeling of his throat constricting around me as he tries to take too much at once.

  “Sorry,” he rasps.

  “It’s so hot,” I assure him.

  “Is it weird that gagging on it kind of excited me? I was half-hard already because you’re touching yourself, but that was like an electric jolt through my whole body.”

  I gasp, jerking myself harder. “Fuck, Einstein, you may seem innocent, but you’re filthy, aren’t you?”

  “You want me to be filthy?” he asks. From anyone else it might’ve been simply flirty banter, sexy talk, but from him it’s a real question. He wants to know what gets me hot, and fuck if that isn’t a huge turn on.

  “Yeah, I want you to be filthy,” I rumble, precum leaking over my fist, making my hand slick as it flies over my cock. “You’re gonna make me come being so fucking filthy and innocent at the same time.”

  His cheeks flare red again, his lips puffy and damp from sucking on the banana; he looks like a fucking debauched angel, and it’s the hottest thing I’ve seen in my life.

  He wraps his lips around the banana again, moaning as he takes it back into his mouth. I watch his Adam’s apple bob as he swallows, easing it deeper. My balls draw tight as I imagine the tight heat of his throat engulfing me, the contraction of each swallow dragging my orgasm closer to the surface.

  Without warning, my release slams into me, rolling violently through my body, cum spurting over my hand and reaching my chest as I continue to stroke myself through the waves of pleasure, moaning Elijah’s name in between unintelligible sounds and a mix of curses and praise.

  My eyelids flutter open again, my chest still heaving from the force of my orgasm. On the screen, Elijah’s face is flushed, his breathing just as heavy as mine.

  “Did you come, Einstein?�
�� I ask. He nods, his curls bouncing and his glasses slipping down his nose. “Show me.”

  Looking shy and flustered, he brings his hand into the view of the camera, completely drenched with thick globs of his cum. He watches me for several seconds, the wheels turning behind his eyes. Then, a wicked smile forms on his lips and he brings his hand to his mouth, slowly licking himself clean, keeping his eyes trained on mine the entire time. I know we’re both remembering last weekend at his apartment when he jerked me off until I nearly had an out of body experience.

  “I should probably let you get back to studying, huh?” I say eventually, once a heavy exhaustion starts to settle over my body. “I don’t want to be the reason NASA is missing out on a rocket scientist in a few years.”

  He rolls his eyes, but he looks pleased at the thought. “I’m…um…I’m glad you called.”

  “Me too, Nerdlet. I’ll see you Friday, yeah?”

  “Friday,” he echoes, the smile still on his lips as the video chat goes dark.

  Chapter 16

  Pax

  It’s not a date, I assure myself. Before we started fooling around, we went to the arcade; this is no different. Just because I know the sounds he makes when he falls apart doesn’t make this any different than two friends hanging out.

  I’m not sure I have myself one hundred percent convinced by the time I pull up in front of Elijah’s building. I text Elijah to let him know I’m downstairs and notice a missed message from Seph.

  Seph: Any hope of seeing our long-lost friend this weekend?

  Pax: We had a dinner party 2 weeks ago

  Seph: *sniffle* you used to hang out with us EVERY weekend

  Pax: *eye roll* dramatic much? Lol. I’m hanging out with Elijah

  Seph: Ah yes, your very adorable and sweet friend Elijah

  Pax: Don’t do that

  Seph: Do what? I was just saying, he’s cute, you can’t deny that

  Pax: You’re fishing, knock it off

  Seph: Someone’s a bit touchy

  Pax: Ugh, I’m not touchy

  Seph: You like him, just admit it

  Pax: He’s a good kid. And he’s coming outside now, so I’ve gotta go

  Seph: Be nice to him, he seems delicate

  Her parting words hit me in the chest, making me feel like a bit of an asshole. She’s right. He deserves someone as sweet as he is, and he’s stuck with my horny ass. But, as I watch him flounce down the steps of the building and over to the passenger side of my car with a smile on his lips and one of those damn adorable blazers on, I know I’m not going to break things off, even if I should.

  “Hey, Nerdlet,” I greet him as he climbs into the car. He gives me a shy smile, climbing in and buckling his seatbelt, his gaze darting nervously to mine as he bites his bottom lip. It’s not hard to guess that he has no idea how he’s supposed to act right now. He should join the club because this is uncharted territory for me too. I’ve had boyfriends but it’s been a while, and I was complete shit at it, and I don’t see hookups more than once typically. Elijah and I are in that weird limbo between the two, friends with benefits. The water is murky, and if we’re not careful, shit could go sideways fast.

  I lean over the center console and kiss him hard and fast, smiling against his lips when he gasps in surprise and grabs onto the front of my shirt. When I pull back, his expression is more relaxed, his smile less shy, simply happy now.

  “Ready for this?” I ask putting the car into drive and pulling back out onto the street.

  “I don’t know because I have no idea where we’re going,” he points out.

  “That’s because it’s a surprise.”

  “I hate surprises,” he complains. “Most of the time they end up with me getting embarrassed or uncomfortable.”

  My heart gives a hard squeeze, and I reach over to put my hand over his. “You’ll like this surprise, I promise.”

  Elijah lets out an audible gasp when the observatory comes into view.

  “Oh my god, is that where we’re going?”

  “It is,” I confirm with a grin. “You’re going to get to look through the big ass telescope and everything.”

  “This is so cool. Thank you.”

  He sounds so awed a warm feeling blooms in my chest, glad I clearly made the right choice to bring him here tonight.

  Once we park, he launches himself out of the car, stumbling in his excitement and catching himself on the door at the last minute, his glasses nearly falling right off his face. I bite the inside of my cheek against the laugh the threatens. I round the car and throw an arm over his shoulders. He looks up at me, a deep blush spreading over his cheeks, a look of surprise in his eyes, and the warmth in my chest intensifies. I put a hand in the center of my chest and rub it, hoping to make the unsettling sensation dissipate.

  I paid for a private tour ahead of time, so our guide, Tom, greets us as we walk inside. Elijah’s normal social nerves are nowhere to be seen as he becomes fast friends with Tom, eagerly discussing the equipment in the observatory and the process for mapping new star systems. I feel a bit like a moron listening to them talk, but his excitement is definitely catching, and I find myself eager to look through the giant telescope as well.

  “This is so incredible,” Elijah says breathlessly. “Pax, you have to see this.” He waves me over, and I take up his former position to look through the telescope. He’s right; it’s unbelievable. An overwhelming sense of…smallness washes over me.

  “Makes you feel a bit insignificant, doesn’t it?” I muse.

  He chuckles beside me. “It really does.”

  I step back and give him another chance to look. I get the feeling he’d happily spend all night looking into the stars, and I’m more than content to sit here with him and just soak up his joy. Tom leaves us after a few minutes, telling us to spend as long as we’d like and come find him if we have any questions.

  “This is amazing. Thank you so much for bringing me here,” Elijah says once we’re alone. Without looking away from the telescope, he reaches over and laces his fingers through mine. It almost seems like an unconscious gesture, but it stokes the feeling in my chest anyway.

  “You’re welcome. I figured this would be right up your alley.”

  “It really is,” he agrees. “When I was young, I had this dinky telescope I’d set up in my backyard on clear nights to look up at the stars. I think I got it for one of my birthdays; it was my favorite thing I owned. But this is so much better.”

  “What made you want to be a rocket scientist?” I ask.

  “Wow, hard question,” he says with a small laugh. “I can’t remember a time I didn’t want to design rockets. It’s like an immutable law of the universe—I want to understand everything there is to know about engineering and physics so I can make something that can go where I never will. I want to leave my mark in the stars. I want to be a footnote in history in the distant future when they’re talking about how we got to the point of colonizing other planets. I want to be part of something so much bigger than me.”

  There’s so much passion in him as he talks about his dreams that it nearly suffocates me, the feeling in my chest becoming too much to bear.

  Elijah’s hot, that’s indisputable, but right now, glowing with happiness, his hopes and dreams spilling out of him faster than he can form the words, he’s the most beautiful man I’ve ever laid eyes on. I think not kissing him right now might go against the very foundation of life itself. So, I don’t resist.

  He gasps when my lips cover his, the feeling in my chest exploding to fill my entire body as he grasps the front of my shirt in his fingers and melts against me. I wrap my arms around his middle and pull him flush against me, forgetting where we are, forgetting anything exists except Elijah. His mouth is pliant under mine, our lips moving in tandem with the occasional scrape of his teeth against my bottom lip as I swallow his little sounds of pleasure.

  “Let’s go home,” he murmurs when I pull back to catch my breath.

/>   “We don’t have to rush, you can enjoy the telescope a little longer.”

  “Fuck the telescope, take me home,” he insists, catching me off guard with the use of a four-letter word that isn’t typically part of his vocabulary. He pushes his glasses up his nose and looks up at me, his eyes burning and his cheeks pink. His lips are puffy and wet, parted as he drags in ragged breaths. “Please.”

  As if I could deny him anything.

  “Yeah, Nerdlet, let’s go home.”

  Elijah

  I know I’m not supposed to feel anything other than lust for Pax. That’s kind of the whole point of our not complicated arrangement. But what am I supposed to do when he takes me somewhere so thoughtful and looks at me like I’m someone? What am I supposed to do when he kisses me like he doesn’t have a choice? If he doesn’t want me to fall in love with him, he’s doing a really crappy job of keeping that from happening.

  I know better than to say any of that out loud, of course.

  I glance over and find Pax gripping the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles are white, his face pale even in the dim light from the streetlamps. Maybe he already knows I’m breaking the rules. Did I give myself away somehow?

  “Pax.” I say his name softly, but it sounds like an explosion in the silence of the car. I reach over and put a hand on his arm, feeling the tension ease under my touch. “Are you okay?”

  He lets out a long breath, glancing over at me quickly before looking back at the road. “Sorry, I’m fine. I have a lot on my mind, that’s all.”

  I nod and then clear my throat. “Make a right into the next neighborhood.”

  “We’re still twenty minutes from your apartment.”

  “I know. Do it anyway.”

  My heart slams against my ribcage, and I wipe my sweaty palms on my jeans as Pax does as I asked and turns into the next neighborhood.

 

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