“Oh, my God.”
Kirk smiled, but then thought of something he should find out. “With an ass like yours it’s definitely made for fucking.”
Elijah nodded. “Yes, please.”
He closed his mouth over Elijah’s dick, his fingers curving over the shaft to slide it deeper inside. Elijah’s blue eyes were huge and he leaned back on his elbows, his cock pushing in farther still. Having the luscious organ in his mouth, Kirk reached down to unfasten his own pants and pull his straining cock out so he could stroke it in rhythm to the thorough sucking he was doing of Elijah.
Kirk decided Elijah tasted so good he was going to suck him right to orgasm. And then he would kiss his bare skin until Elijah was quivering and begging Kirk to pound into him.
Elijah moaned, gasping and grinding himself into Kirk’s mouth, his fingers digging into the quilt on the bed. Kirk hollowed his cheeks, sucking harder and faster, his fingers gently squeezing the other man’s balls. It occurred to him he ought to keep an eye on Elijah’s leg, he didn’t want to do him injury, so he glanced over. It seemed Elijah had managed to keep it in a pretty stable position. A strange thought, Kirk supposed, while giving someone a blow job.
“Kirk!”
Elijah tensed under him, his balls drawing tight, his cock stiffening even more as it pulsed and then emptied into Kirk’s mouth. He thrashed a bit, but Kirk held on to his leg to keep him from moving it too much as his orgasm slammed through him.
“Oh, oh, God,” Elijah said. “That was…was…“
He slipped the now flaccid member from between his lips, and leaned back on his haunches, smiling. “Don’t talk. Unless it’s to tell me the answer to my earlier question.”
“What?”
“Condoms and lube, Elijah.” Kirk stood and undid Elijah’s leg brace so he could scoot the man’s briefs and jeans off completely. When the offending garments had been disposed of, he refastened the leg brace, while a still stupefied Elijah just watched him. “Elijah.”
“Bathroom, under the sink.” Elijah smiled impishly. “Sorry, it was kind of nice watching you take care of me.”
Kirk chuckled. “Take your shirt off and get comfy.”
On the way to the bathroom he slipped out of his own pants and boxers. He found the supplies, tore off a condom, and grabbed the tube of lube.
Elijah had removed the quilt and pulled back the blankets and top sheet of the bed. He lay on his stomach, legs spread, the injured leg carefully laid, and his perfect round ass displayed. Kirk’s jaw dropped open and he wouldn’t be surprised to find out he was drooling. But he couldn’t shake the feeling he was pushing Elijah into this.
He lay down next to Elijah, their faces just inches apart and met the other man’s gaze. “Hey.”
Elijah frowned. “Hey. What?”
“I just want to make sure I’m not pushing you into this too soon. I’m coming on strong, I know it. I’ve been fantasizing about this for months, but you haven’t been. I know this is our first real date. Do you want to stop?”
He blinked. “Wouldn’t that be selfish of me after you just did what you did?”
“I didn’t do anything I didn’t want to do, Elijah.”
“Still—”
“Elijah, I don’t want you to feel obligated to reciprocate because I sucked your cock,” he explained gently.
Elijah blushed. “Well, no, but, I’d…I’d like to continue if it’s all right with you.”
Feeling suddenly worlds better, Kirk smiled and leaned in to kiss Elijah breathless. When they came up for air, he whispered against those plump lips, “It’s definitely all right with me.”
Kirk stole one more kiss before scooting down Elijah’s body. “God, you really have a beautiful body,” Kirk said, unable to help but admire the smaller man. Kneeling on the bed, he began to rain kisses all over Elijah’s bare back, enjoying the goose bumps that appeared after each kiss. Reaching the firm round, buttocks, Kirk was unable to resist a small bite.
“Hey.” But Elijah laughed.
Kirk moistened his lips and as they trailed close to Elijah’s crease, he flicked his tongue along it, watching the man shiver. Next time—and Kirk decided there would be a next time—he fully intended to further explore with his tongue. For now though, he reached for the lube and squirted out enough to thoroughly prepare Elijah for his cock.
“Tell me if anything hurts your leg or anything else, okay?”
Elijah nodded.
He slipped two fingers inside, trying to be patient, going slow, even though his own cock was hard enough to break off. He grasped his erection and stroked it as he continued to spread Elijah for the intrusion.
Elijah wiggled. “It’s all right, Kirk. I’m ready.”
“You sure?”
“Yes.” He tightened around Kirk’s fingers.
“Ah, God.” He withdrew his fingers and reached for the condom. Tearing open the foil packet, he sheathed his cock in mere seconds.
Kirk rose above Elijah, careful to position himself so as not to jostle his injured leg. He pushed in, gasping when the man’s tight ass closed around him.
Fuck, Elijah was almost impossibly tight.
He pushed past the tight ring of muscle until his cock thrust all the way inside. “All right?”
“Uh-huh.”
Kirk decided that was Elijah’s way of saying conversation was over, so he began to pump the man’s ass, slowly at first, then picking up the pace when Elijah’s little whimpers became his undoing. Elijah rose a little, thrusting back, meeting his own powerful thrusts.
“Ah, damn, Elijah, can’t—”
His release slammed through him and he pumped through it before collapsing partially on Elijah, avoiding the leg brace.
After a moment he slid off the smaller man and after discarding the condom, pulled him close. “Thank you, that was amazing.”
Elijah smiled. “Glad you thought so, too.”
“I did.” Kirk yawned. “Wow, I’m suddenly exhausted.”
“S’kay. Kind of tired myself.”
* * * *
When Kirk woke up he noticed the clock on the bedside table said 5:00 A.M. With a groan, he disengaged himself from Elijah. He had to get ready for work. Which meant driving back to his place for his shower and clothes. He hadn’t meant to spend the night here, but Elijah was a comfortable bed partner.
“Elijah, I’ve got to get going. I need to go to work.”
Elijah just groaned and turned over.
Grinning, Kirk picked up his clothes and dressed quickly. Before leaving Elijah’s room, he leaned over and kissed him. “I’ll call you.”
Chapter 6
After Elijah’s opened his eyes, it didn’t take long to realize he was alone in bed. The heat of Kirk’s body was gone and the room was freezing. He grabbed the quilt that had been flung aside in the middle of the night and huddled under it.
Okay, he had not expected to have Kirk spend the night with him. Hadn’t expected sex, either. Not that he was complaining. It had just surprised him.
He vaguely remembered Kirk getting up very early and telling Elijah he had to work. And there was something about calling him. Which Elijah hoped was true and not just one of those lame, I’ll call you sort of things.
Eventually he decided he ought to get out of bed and start his day. He’d be returning to work soon enough and he needed to get back into a routine. And that reminded him. He needed to call his boss.
“Hi, it’s Elijah Cartwright,” he said, when his boss, Sherman Alberts, answered the phone.
Sherman chuckled. “Elijah, you’re the only one working here with that name, just say Elijah. I know who you are.”
Elijah scowled. “Well, anyway. Did you get the doctor’s reports?”
“Yep, looks like you’re cleared for duty in about a week.”
He rolled his eyes. “It’s not duty. You make it sound like we’re in the military.”
“How are you really feeling?”
“Antsy,”
he admitted. “I’m not used to so much time to myself. I’m finding out I’m kind of boring.”
“Nah, everyone gets like that when they’re home alone. You wouldn’t be alone, Elijah, if you’d let me fix you up with my cute friend.”
“Isn’t that weird to let your boss get dates for you?”
“Who cares if it means you’re getting laid? Besides, we’re friends, too. I showed Harry your picture and he thought you were hot.”
“Oh, please…wait, what picture?”
“The employee picnic one.”
Elijah groaned. “There is no way anyone could think I was hot from that picture.”
“He does,” Sherman insisted.
“Well, anyway, I’m seeing someone now.” Elijah realized how good it felt to say that. Really good. He just hoped it was true.
“All right, if you say so. If you change your mind, let me know. So, this report seems to say you don’t need any special accommodations.”
“No, I won’t.”
“See you in a week then.”
“Right. Bye, Sherm.”
* * * *
When a few days had passed without a call from Kirk, he began to believe for Kirk, anyway, their night together had been a one-night stand.
But why not call Kirk himself? He didn’t need to wait for Kirk to call him. That was just stupid and since he’d gotten Kirk’s number during their date, why not use it?
So, Elijah dialed Kirk’s number later that night around seven when he was sure the man would be home from work.
“Hello?”
“Kirk, it’s, uh, Elijah.”
“Oh, hey,” Kirk said, cheerfully. “I’ve been meaning to call you.”
Sure, then why didn’t you?
“Yes, well, I decided to call you.”
“Work’s been crazy busy,” Kirk said. “I planned to give you a call tomorrow.”
Elijah heard a muffled male’s voice in the background.
“Hold on just a second,” Kirk said, but Elijah didn’t think it was for him, but rather whoever Kirk had over.
Crap.
“I’m interrupting something.” Elijah hoped Kirk would say the guy was just a friend or something.
“Nah, it’s okay. We’re just finishing dinner.”
He sighed, pushing aside his disappointment. Or trying to, anyway. “Sorry, I didn’t realize you had company. I’m sorry to bother you.”
“You aren’t. I’ll get back to Tom in a minute.”
“Tom?” he asked casually.
“Yeah, someone I met a while ago when we did a business seminar.”
He blew out a breath. “Oh, so a business dinner?”
“Er, no. Hey, did you want to get together Friday night? I won’t have to work Saturday.”
So, I can be your booty call? No, thanks.
“I’ve already got plans that night.”
“You have?”
“Er, yeah, someone from work wanted me to meet this guy.”
“Oh. Well. How about Saturday then?”
Biting his lip, Elijah said, “Um, I’m not really sure. We should probably play it by ear. Anyway, sorry to interrupt again. Bye.”
He hung up before Kirk could say anything else.
It was true they hadn’t talked about dating exclusively. They hadn’t even had that chance since he hadn’t heard from Kirk, and well, that pretty much explained why he hadn’t heard from Kirk. He had a date with someone else.
Maybe it really had just been a one-night thing. Fair enough, he supposed. Too bad he really liked Kirk.
His phone rang almost immediately and Caller ID listed Kirk’s number. Elijah thought maybe he would ignore it until he decided if he did want to see Kirk again. Maybe give it a few days, try the guy Sherm wanted him to meet.
* * * *
“How is it you know Sherm again?” Elijah asked, sitting across from Harry at a pretty divey diner that Friday night. He’d called Sherm to set up the date shortly after calling Kirk a couple nights before.
Harry was a tall, thin—nearly anorexic really—man who had to be close to fifty. Elijah figured the guy could be his father. Still, he might as well make the best of the evening. He’d brought it on himself, after all. Smiling, he took a sip of his iced tea.
“He used to babysit my kids.”
Elijah choked, swallowing tea wrong, and started coughing.
“Down the wrong pipe?” Harry asked, sympathetically.
He nodded, even as the waitress came by and started thumping him on the back.
“Do you need the Heimlich?” the plump elderly waitress yelled in his face.
Frantically he shook his head. Judging by her strength in pounding on his back, she’d probably kill him.
“Tea went down the wrong pipe,” Harry explained.
The waitress moved away and Elijah’s chest calmed down a bit. He wiped his watery eyes with a napkin.
“Sorry.”
Harry waved a hand. “Don’t worry about it. I’m a little older than Sherman led you to believe, huh?”
“Er, yeah.”
Harry smiled. “You’re just as cute as your picture. Even more so. You changed your hair.”
Elijah had stopped greasing his hair ever since Kirk mentioned liking it better that way. He ran his fingers through his hair self-consciously. “I did. Um, thanks.”
“Don’t let my age fool you. I’m pretty active. Besides, I’m much more attracted to guys your age than my own.”
“You said you had kids?” He figured it was safe to change the subject.
“Right. I fought with myself for years over my sexuality,” Harry told him, munching on an onion ring. “Actually, to be honest, Elijah, even during my marriage I was seeing men on the side.”
He’d just been about to take another sip of tea, but was grateful he hadn’t. Struggling to keep a straight face, Elijah murmured, “Is that so? It must have been difficult to hide that part of yourself.”
“It was. I no longer have to do that now.” Harry gestured to the waitress. “Check, please. You didn’t want dessert, did you?”
His tone said Elijah better not. He shook his head.
Harry slapped money down on the table and slid out of the booth. “Come on, I’ll take you home. Maybe I can come in for coffee.”
“Um, I don’t know. I don’t really think I have any.”
“Tea will be fine.” Harry attempted a wink but it just made him look rather sinister.
The drive back to his apartment was silent. He didn’t know what Harry was thinking, but Elijah was trying to figure out the nicest way to get rid of Harry. The man was not coming into his apartment.
As Harry’s car pulled into the parking lot, Elijah said, “I’m afraid you won’t be able to come in after all, Harry. I forgot I was expecting someone tonight.”
“Who?”
Elijah was about to say his brother when he noticed Kirk leaning against his front door. His heart racing, he swallowed. “Him.”
Harry pulled up to the curb. “Who is that?”
Kirk had straightened from the door and now made his way to the car as Elijah opened the passenger door. He bent his head to the side. “Elijah, that’s not your father, is it?”
Stifling a laugh, he shook his head. “No, this is Harry, my date.”
“Oh.” Kirk stared the man down. “Hello.”
“This is…my friend, Kirk.”
Harry frowned. “You have another date after me, Elijah?”
“Sorry, Harry. Elijah and I have something to talk about. Thanks for driving him home, though.” Kirk closed the car door once Elijah got out and then waved at Harry.
As Harry drove away, Elijah bit his lip. “I hope he’s not too upset.”
“Who the hell was he? That was the plans you said you had tonight?”
“Yeah, and why are you here anyway?”
“Let’s talk inside,” Kirk said.
Elijah let them into his apartment, wondering why Kirk had come. “You wan
t anything?”
“No, sit down.” Kirk gestured to Elijah’s couch in his living room.
Bristling at being ordered around in his own place, Elijah sat and Kirk took the spot next to him. “Why are you here? I told you I had plans.”
“I know. But you wouldn’t return any of my calls, so I figured I’d come and see you for myself.” Kirk sighed. “I know I shouldn’t have interrupted your…thing tonight.”
“It’s okay, it was over anyway.”
“Were you really on a date with that guy? He’s gotta have twenty years on you.”
“I was set up by a friend. I really didn’t know much about him before that. But, well, what about you, the guy the other night—”
“Is that why you won’t return my calls? Elijah, I made that date with that guy before you and I had ours. I probably should have canceled it, but it was just a casual thing.”
Elijah stared at his hands. “I see.”
“I didn’t have sex with him.”
He shrugged. “It doesn’t…matter if you had. You and I just went out on one date.”
“Like you and Harry?”
“Yes.”
Kirk grabbed his hand. “Elijah, I’m crazy about you.”
Elijah met his gaze, swallowing the lump in his throat. “Yeah?”
“Yeah. I have been for months. Before the accident I had the biggest crush on you and I know you don’t really believe that, but it’s true. I should have talked to you then, but, well, I wasn’t even sure you were gay and I was afraid of being rejected.” Kirk smiled, turning a little red. “Anyway, I know I’m just getting to know the real you, not just my fantasy, but if it’s all right with you, I don’t want to see anyone else and I sure as hell don’t want you to see Harry.”
His heart suddenly filled with hope, Elijah smiled. “I don’t want to see Harry.”
Kirk cupped his jaw, running his thumb over Elijah’s lips. “Great. I’m so glad to hear that.”
Elijah closed his eyes just as Kirk’s lips covered his. He expected a sweet kiss and so was surprised when it turned passionate, probing. Kirk’s tongue slipped inside, tangling with his. Desire slammed through him.
“Kirk?” he gasped.
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