Chapter 2

The watery warmth of the sun on Rob’s skin, the almost imperceptible ebb and flow of blood under the flesh, and the way he simply lay and waited, as though knowing what Eli would do before Eli himself…

It brought a smile to Eli’s face as he pulled away from Rob’s intruding thumb, a kiss to be placed over Rob’s heart just shy of the nipple, and made him drop his hand from where it had idled on Rob’s inner thigh to more important places. Rob’s cock was soft, warm in Eli’s hand when he took it, and pale against the dark bruise Eli had bitten into Rob’s thigh the previous morning.

“You want me?” Eli whispered, even as he shifted away from Rob’s heavy hands and blew gently over the head.

Rob was uncut, and it had been one of Eli’s favourite afternoons, quite literally tying Rob to the bed and thoroughly exploring him.

But not this time. This morning, Eli wanted one thing and one thing only—he shifted to throw his leg over Rob’s shin and settle over his legs, bracing both hands on those narrow hips and taking the swelling cock in his mouth.

Eli was still a little unused to this—the sharp taste, the odd angle of his jaw, and the trick of trying to anticipate Rob’s movements. But at the same time, Eli enjoyed it, the way Rob’s smell would surround him, the guttural groan Rob would make deep in the back of his throat, the way his hand would—

Fingers fisted in Eli’s hair as he rasped his tongue up the hardening shaft and rubbed his lips around the head. He rolled his throat, deliberately lathing Rob in as much spit as possible, because Eli had designs on more than just opening his throat for the god in his bed. He was going to get that cock as deep as he could, so deep it fucking hurt, and if Rob wasn’t going to move, then Eli could fuck his own brains out on him anyway.

With a last parting suck, Eli pulled off and rose from the bed to drop his boxers without fanfare or finesse. Rob was watching, eyes raking Eli’s body with something unfathomable in the ice-white gaze. Eli smiled, biting his lip in the way he knew Rob liked best.

“You look,” he whispered, trailing a single finger up the wet shaft jutting out from Rob’s still-prone form, “like you’re just waiting to be served. Like you’re the master of some decadent Roman villa and you’re just waiting for some flexible slave to come and finish you off.”

A smirk pulled at that stern mouth, and Eli grinned, bending over Rob’s face to kiss him with open lips and a demanding tongue.

Rob would be able to taste himself, Eli knew, and the return of a fist to clutch at his hair was no surprise.

“You want to fuck me?” he whispered in a breathy tone. “I want to feel you. I can still feel you from last night, but it’s fading. I’m still loose, but it’s going to sting, just how I like it—”

The fist tightened, and then Rob was sitting up. His gaze was feral, and then both hands were around Eli’s head and his jaw was being forced open by something that could have been termed a kiss, or a plundering. He smiled around it, hands fumbling for purchase on Rob’s broad shoulders, closing the kiss into something softer when one huge paw let go. Eli loved this, the aggressive attraction in Rob’s movements, the way he left no fucking doubt as to his opinion of Eli’s body…

Something crinkled, and Eli groaned.

“Oh, Rob, c’mon…”

Rob’s face was stern, and the condom packet cool against Eli’s fingers.

“We don’t need it,” Eli coaxed. Rob’s expression didn’t so much as flicker. “Oh c’mon, Rob, the test would have come back with something by now, surely?”

Not a twitch. And Eli knew the rules—question too much, push too hard, and the opportunity was taken away. And this morning…fuck, this morning…

“Fine,” he grumped, and took the packet. He tore it open with his teeth, and got his lip bitten for his efforts before the lube was handed over. “You know my bedside drawers too well.”

The grin was nothing short of lecherous, and Eli kissed it away before perching on the edge of the bed and wrapped his hand absently around Rob’s cock. He hadn’t softened in the slightest.

Eli sighed.

“I want to feel this,” he breathed, “properly.”

Rob raised a dark eyebrow, then tensed and closed his eyes entirely when Eli rolled the condom on. He gave a sadistic squeeze at the base of the shaft before reaching for the lubricant, silently willing next month—and next month’s test results—to hurry the fuck up already.