by J. M. Lamp
***
“Ready to go?” I ask Elliot, as I pull up to the curb outside of his apartment.
“Since you invited me,” he says grinning from ear to ear.
He puts his bag in the back seat and checks his pockets to make sure he has everything before getting inside.
“I think I have everything,” he says, bringing his seat belt over his chest. “If not, oh well.”
“Were they pissed that you took today off on such short notice?”
“No,” he says. “Andrew made a comment about how it must be nice to take days off because he works nonstop, but other than him being his normal, cocksucker-self, it’s fine.”
I laugh and make my way out of the small streets towards the interstate.
“The reviews for the hotel we are at are pretty good,” I say swerving into the far, interstate lane.
“Well that’s good, Will,” he says, laughing.
“Sorry,” I say, rubbing my neck. “I don’t know what to talk about to be honest.”
“How’s your sister?”
“She’s good,” I say. “She told me to be careful with you this weekend.”
He looks at me and smirks and says, “Don’t drop me or I’ll break.”
“She just thinks it’s a bit weird that you are going with me this weekend. Too quick.”
“Well,” he says, “just think of it as new friends who really enjoy kissing each other and touching each other inappropriately getting a much-needed vacation.”
He digs in his pocket and takes out his phone.
“I agree with her somewhat, though,” he says. “It is really fast, but I don’t know. How else are you supposed to get closer to someone?”
“I like your reasoning,” I say.
“To be honest, I don’t think it’s weird. Maybe I’m just too comfortable around you already or something, but I am really glad you asked me to come with you. It means a lot. Especially since you are paying for the flight and stuff. Which I will still pay you for if you want me to.”
“If the weekend ends up being terrible then I’ll let you pay me back. Deal?”
“Deal,” he says, nudging my shoulder.
***
“I have a secret,” Elliot says, as I’m putting the carry-on bags in the overhead storage. “I hate flying.”
“Afraid of heights?”
“No,” he says, practically sewn into his seat. “I just don’t understand how it all works and it freaks me out and I know these things rarely have crazy-huge problems, but you never know, you know?”
“It’s only a few hours,” I say, sitting down next to him by the window. I grab his palm and lock his fingers with mine. “I’ll protect you in the meantime.”
He stares straight ahead and takes a breath and says, “I appreciate that, but if I’m falling to my death this high in the air then there isn’t much you can do for me.”
“True. And I forgot to bring our parachutes, so I guess you’re fucked, bud.”
“It’s a lot of hours from here to London,” he says, looking over at me and then to the window.
“Have you been thinking more about that lately?”
“Yeah,” he says. “Honestly, since I’ve met you, I’ve been thinking about the fact that they don’t want me to run anything where I’m at. They are opening a new office on the west coast and Andrew already has his eyes on one of his associates going down and getting things started. She hasn’t even been there that long. It’s just a spite thing with him. As long as he is there, my position is set in stone and I’m not moving up no matter what.”
He looks out the window and lets out a sigh.
“Not that I even want to go over there,” he says. “I wouldn’t even if he asked me to, but the fact that I am not the first choice is ridiculous and sad and I just need to move on and stop bitching and feeling sorry for myself. Right?”
“Right,” I say. “Why did knowing me suddenly make you feel all this?”
“Because you made me realize life isn’t about waiting. You have to take opportunities when they present themselves and see where things go.”
He looks me in the eyes again and laughs. “Sorry, enough about me and work. Is the hotel ocean-view?”
“It’s beautiful,” I say. “At least the pictures look like it, but yeah, we should have a nice view of the ocean from the balcony.”
“Would you ever have sex on a hotel balcony?”
I look up from my phone and look at him with raised eyebrows.
He laughs and says, “Sorry. It’s like a fantasy of mine. Two hot guys fucking on a balcony with a gorgeous view and people possibly staring.”
“You like it when people are watching you?” I ask, beyond curious.
“No,” he says. “It just seems a little dangerous to me and I like that.”
“The idea sounds nice,” I say. “Depending on the positions.”
“Let’s say, for example, me and you are on the balcony and this is happening.”
“Alright,” I say, smiling.
“Let’s say I’m looking towards the ocean and I have my hands planted firmly on the rails.”
“Are you clothed or no?”
“Completely nude. Obviously, William, I mean come on.”
“Okay,” I say, putting my hands up. “Continue.”
“I’m standing there and you come up behind me. You rest your head on my shoulder and kiss my neck. You wrap your hands around my stomach and squeeze into me until we are practically the same figure.”
He stops and gets on his phone.
“And then what?” I ask.
“I don’t know,” he says. “You’ll have to decide that on your own I guess.”
Elliot looks over towards my crotch area and laughs. I look down and notice the firm bulge outlined through my pants. I set my jacket across my lap and laugh.
***
“Do you want to go out or order in?” I ask Elliot, as he takes out his laptop and sets it on the counter top.
“Go out of course,” he says, smiling up at me. “And I’m buying so don’t even argue with me on the fact. What sounds good?”
The rest of your balcony story, I think.
“Anything really. Steak sounds good.”
“Steak does sound good,” he says. “I’ll look up a nice steak house around here. Something we don’t have back home.”
I go to the bedroom and set my bag on the table beside the TV. I get my laptop out and check my emails. The newest one is a schedule for tomorrow and I see that the meetings last from eight in the morning until five in the afternoon.
I jot down the address of where it’s taking place and close my laptop back up.
Outside, the view of the ocean is beautiful. Outside the limits are boats and people parasailing. There are planes going by with banners advertising different stores around town and I can hear people laughing down at the beach enjoying the sun.
“I found a place,” I hear Elliot say behind me, pulling me away from the beauty of the ocean.
He walks over and looks out the window with me and says, “Reminds me of the pier back home. I bet that sand is scorching.”
“Where’s this place at?”
“A few miles down the road,” he says, turning back around towards the living room. “We can either walk there or get a ride. Up to you.”
“A walk sounds good,” I say. “I haven’t had a run in a few days, so I need the exercise.”
“I didn’t know you were a runner,” he says. “Hadley is one, too. She drags me with her sometimes and I want to die.”
“It’s a nice way to clear my thoughts, I guess.”
I get my wallet and my phone and make my way back to the kitchen.
“Ready to go?” he asks.
“Should I change first?”
“Will,” he says, “you’d look good in dish rags. Let’s go.”
***
“How thick is it?” Elliot asks our waitress. She tilts her head and places her thumb an
d middle finger about an inch and a half apart.
“And how long you want it cooked matters too with that,” she says.
“I like mine real thick,” Elliot says, looking over at me.
I smile and look up at the waitress who is blushing now, trying to hide her need to laugh.
“I like mine real thick, too,” she says, laughing.
“I’ll have the same thing as him,” I say, handing her my menu.
“Alright, you guys just hang tight while I go put this in for you.”
“You just have a filthy mind today, don’t you?
“I can’t help it,” he says. “I like my meat thick, what can I say.”
“This is a pretty nice place,” I say, looking around the room.
“Third time’s a charm - hopefully.”
Elliot unrolls his silverware from his napkin and puts them to the side and says, “So what’s the plan for tomorrow?”
“I got an email before we left. I have to be at my meeting from nine till five.”
“That’s not too bad,” he says.
“Nah,” I say, taking a drink of my water. “I just hope you can find something to do while I’m gone.”
“Don’t worry,” he says. “I’ll find something or someone to do.”
“Haha,” I say. “You’re too funny.”
“I’ll probably just sit on the beach and read all day to be honest. Work on darkening myself up. I love the exhaustion from being in the sun all day. It’s weird.”
“And then taking a nap once you get back in?” I say. “That would be the life: tan, eat, nap.”
“Literally the life,” he says, smiling.
Within the next half hour our food comes and Elliot’s meat is thicker than he had hoped and he loves it.
“I never order steak,” he says. “Honestly, I always go to a burger instead. This is delicious though.”
“Thick enough?” I say, placing a piece in my mouth.
It really is delicious.
“I could handle something a little thicker, but yeah, it’s sufficient.”
I watch him as he takes each piece and places it in his mouth.
“What?” he says with food in his mouth.
“Nothing,” I say. “Just watching you.”
“Creeper,” he says. “How’s yours? Done enough?”
“It’s perfect,” I say. He looks back down at his plate and finishes off the rest of the meaty-parts on the steak.
Everything is perfect, I think to myself.
***
We get back to the hotel and sit down on the couch. The room is starting to get darker the later it gets and the sunset looks beautiful just from the living room window.
“Wanna watch a movie or something?” Elliot asks, grabbing the remote.
I sit my feet up on the table top and lay back against the couch.
“Whatever you want, stud,” I say.
He flips it on a horror movie that I’ve never seen before and sets the remote back on the table.
He flips around and lays the length of the couch, sitting his legs on my lap.
“Do you mind?” he asks.
I set my left arm along the back of the couch and set my right palm on his leg, moving up and down from his ankle to his knee. His gaze is focused on the TV, but I see him smile as I rub back and forth.
“Do you like scary movies?” he asks.
“I love them,” I say. “They don’t exactly scare me, though.”
“Yeah,” he says, bringing his right arm behind his head. “Serial killers don’t really match up to real-life fears. I mean neither is good, but at least killers disappear once defeated. Real things don’t always disappear.”
A woman screams on the movie and Elliot jolts a tad.
He looks up at me with his eyebrows raised and says, “It was a loud noise. Don’t judge me.”
I look over to my right and see my phone light up. It’s Lydia.
How’s the trip?
Good. Watching a movie right now.
I sit the phone back down on the counter. A minute later it lights up again.
Good. Enjoy yourself. And be careful.
I roll my eyes and sit the phone back down again.
“Not someone you want to talk to? Elliot asks.
“Just Lydia,” I say.
“Making sure you’re being careful?” he says, smiling.
“She just worries,” I say. “I’ve had things happen in the past that make her on edge when I meet new men.”
“Story for a later time?” he asks.
“Story for a later time,” I nod. “I feel gross after being on that plane and in the sun. I’m gonna go shower real quick if that’s OK?”
“I’ll be here,” he says, smiling up at me.
I make my way to the shower and close the door behind me.
As soon as the hot water touches my shoulder, I drift off into my own mind and I immediately start thinking about Elliot. I think back to the plane ride when he came up with his scenario about hot, passionate balcony sex.
Ever since I laid eyes on Elliot, I wondered what it would be like to have him - stretching my length inside of him and shoving myself deeper and deeper until I was apart of him.
I lather the washcloth with soap and wash my face. I slowly make my way down to my stomach and focus on Elliot again.
I picture him lying on the bed with his hands pressed against the mattress - back arched and ass pointed at a perfect angle for me to access. I lube myself up and stroke back and forth a few times to cover my full length.
I gently massage his hole with my thumb and palm both of his cheeks with my hands. I slowly stretch the muscles in and out, positioning myself over him. I rub myself up and down in between his cheeks and slowly force myself in. Elliot moans and I slowly pull out and push back in - stretching deeper and deeper every time I go back in.
He leans back and makes contact with my lips, positioning his right hand behind my head. I kiss his neck and speed up my thrusts, as he connects with my movements and slowly swings his ass in a circular motion.
I realize I’ve dropped the washcloth and see I’m beating the life out of my dick. I feel myself about to come and focus back on Elliot, as all energy quickly leaves my body and I have to position myself against the wall for balance.
I wash the rest of my body, rinse, and turn off the shower. I wrap the towel around my body and realize that I didn’t bring any clean clothes into the bathroom with me.
I don’t mind Elliot seeing me, but I don’t want him to think I’m trying to lure him into the bedroom already.
I open the door and peek out into the living room, but he isn’t on the couch anymore. I poke my head out into the living room and don’t see him anywhere.
I make my way to my suitcase and notice a note made from the hotel pad.
I’m on the balcony. Want to finish my story for me?
Chapter Seven
Elliot
T HE SOUND OF THE WAVES crashing into the mainland clear my mind and I imagine each one making a pattern in the sand.
The air is cool and comfortable and I spread my feet farther apart and rest my arm on the railing.
If Will doesn’t see my note before he comes out here then I’ll feel like an idiot. Hopefully he doesn’t think it’s too rushed - even though it is. I think he wants me as much as I want him and I know I won’t be able to sleep next to him tonight without rubbing one out at some point in the night.
I hear the sliding glass door softly screech open and then close and instantly get an anxious feeling in my gut
Is he going to say something? Should I turn around? Was this a bad idea?
I close my eyes and wait for him to do something. Seconds later, I feel his hands wrap around my stomach and my nipples instantly harden.
He presses his back into me and I can feel his cock press up against my back; it’s rock solid. All I want to do is turn around and take him in my mouth, but I let things play out and he nuzzles his m
outh into the right side of my neck.
I arch my head to the left and let out a soft moan as he kisses his way to my mouth.
He gently spins me around to face him and the moment my eyes lock with his, my cock hardens and I let out a heavy breath. He rubs the tip of his thumb under my bottom lip and pulls my mouth closer to his mouth, locking lips again. He makes his way down my neck and to my chest, taking each nipple in his mouth and gently biting them as he moves from one to the other.
He runs his hands down my stomach and gently palms my cock with his right hand while bringing his left one to my lips again for another kiss.
I run my hand down his chest and analyze the pattern his chest hair makes as I smooth my hand from his chest to his stomach. I run my hands down his stomach and take in each ridge as I move over his abdomen muscles.
His grip tightens on my cock and I let out a soft moan.
“I just showered and now you’re gonna have me all filthy again,” Will says, biting my bottom lip. “Also, this is nice and all, but it’s getting a bit nippily out here.”
“Agreed,” I say, laughing.
“Come here,” he says, picking me and wrapping my legs around his back. He turns around and I help him slide the door open.
He locks his mouth with mine again and he walks us to the bedroom - my dick bouncing around on his stomach as he switches feet and his dick gently skimming the middle of my ass cheeks as I bounce slightly.
He kneels down on the bed and pulls the covers back with his lips still locked with mine. He lays me back and runs his hands down my body, slowly making his way to my cock again. He grabs it again with his right hand and positions it right next to his lips. He licks the tip, never breaking eye contact with me, and slowly takes my full length in his mouth, moving up and down.
I arch my back with a moan, letting the pleasure of his mouth on me surge through every vein in my body. He looks up and gives a hint of a smile as he takes me deeper in his mouth.
I run my hands through his hair and start motioning my hips into the motion he has going. I feel myself starting to get close already and sit up because I don’t want to come yet. He looks up confused at first, and then it registers and he smiles.