bsumone | ❝ You fairies love where love is wise and just ❞

Oh. This was nice. That warm hand on his knee. Of course it made him think of other things it could do but he was aware that should only be fantasy and not while James was driving. Stupid was not something he could ever be claimed to be.

Pointing the way to get to his place from the library, he got them back there again then got out after so he could let them inside. It was a tiny studio apartment that had a desk for his studies and a bed. The bed was a queen so that way he could have space to enjoy relaxing. And now to mess around too.

He smiled at James after setting his back to the side and kicking his shoes off. "It's not much. But it's better than a pullout bed, right?"

"I'm willing to bet it's a lot more comfortable than a pullout bed," he agreed with a nod. James followed suit in taking off his shoes, setting them neatly by the door. He didn't care so much about shoes being off in his home (Malory never took them off!), but he was more respectful of others' space. Plus, he wasn't going to need them soon.

James waited a beat, then he stepped closer, a hand moving to Eli's hip and he leaned in for a slow but hungry kiss. It's barely been a handful of hours and he was already so hungry for Eli, so eager to taste more of him.

Now that they were here and in privacy it was so easy to lift his arms up to wrap his arms around his neck. Sighing into the kiss, Eli pressed himself against the older man for just a moment before he started to walk back toward the bed. To get them over there so they could be more comfortable.

The door was great and all but it wasn't at the bed at all.

James' fingers curled into Eli's shirt and he followed where the boy led. Once they made it to the bed, he didn't hesitate to simply nudge Eli back onto it and crawl on it beside him. He quickly pulled Eli against him, this time daring to sneak a hand beneath his shirt. He pressed his palm to that toned muscle, fingers spreading wide as his hand moved upward beneath the garment.

He felt a shiver run through him at that hand touching him so directly. It was so easy for him to press into it, fingers moving up into James' hair again. He'd seen how much that was liked so he wanted to do it some more. Maybe even find other ways that James loved to be touched too.

When the kiss broke this time, he panted softly and let himself crawl back onto his boyfriend's lap so he could press close like he had in the library.

Now that they were alone, James felt more comfortable rocking his hips to grind against his young partner. He was still hard and eager for everything Eli was willing to give him. When their lips parted, James returned to pressing kisses and light nibbles along Eli's jaw and the side of his neck.

It really did not take much at all got get Eli fully hard. Even before the grinding started he'd been partway there so this just enhanced everything in the best way possible. It left him gasping as he tilted his head back to let James have all the access he wanted to his neck, rolling his hips forward so he could return the favor.

"You're...so hard already..." He didn't know why he pointed it out but the words of fascination were already out there.

It's the fascination in Eli's voice that left James breathless. He mouthed his way back toward Eli's ear and simply murmured hotly against it, "Because I want you so much." Did Eli not realize how sexy he was? The thought of James being able to put his hands and lips against his skin, feeling those muscles against him was easily enough to turn him on.

Pulling back a little, already flushed and breathless, James took one of Eli's hands and guided it to the obvious bulge in his pants. "You can touch it."

He was actually getting to touch the man of his dreams in ways he'd only, well, dreamed of. Licking his lips, Eli's hand pressed to that bulge he's been rubbing against, feeling how hard James was for him already. His hand fit so perfectly over it, rubbing slowly as he wondered what it would be like to feel him directly.

"Wow. I really get to touch you like this now," he murmured. "I thought I'd never have this chance."

He watched Eli's face closely, eyes following his tongue as it darted over his lips. Oh, but he couldn't stop from imagining the things that mouth might do in the future. James' eyes fluttered when Eli began to rub him and a soft sigh escaped him. Even though the contact was muted, he could still feel the warmth of Eli's hand through his trousers.

James lifted a hand, running his fingers across Eli's jaw to cup his face. "You can touch me however you like," he advised softly.

"You too."

Looking up, he met his gaze and turned his head to kiss that hand that was cupping his face. All without breaking eye contact with him. "You can touch me however you want to. I mean that."

He kissed his palm again then shifted his and so he could really feel how long that cock was. Sure they weren't having sex today but that didn't mean he wasn't curious for later.

Even with that blanket permission, James was still going to ask before going ahead with too much. Unlike him, Eli didn't have the experience to know what he liked yet, so it was important to keep his needs in mind.

And that thought flew right out the window when Eli moved his hand again. A groan bubbled up in James' throat and his cock twitched under the attention. His hand fell from Eli's face and both moved to the hem of the young man's shirt, tugging it slightly upward.

"Can I take this off you?"

He had seen plenty of cock in locker rooms and dressing rooms. But that hardly meant he was an expert on sizes since he hadn't been going out of his way to look between the legs of all the people around him. James felt big in his hand thought and it was fascinating how he seemed thick too.

That was going inside him one day. His heart raced at the thought.

"Huh? Oh, yeah."

Lifting his arms up, he made it easier for James to slide his shirt up and off of his head.

In Eli's defense, some people are growers, not showers. You never really know how big someone can be when they're walking around flaccid. James was bigger than average, for sure, but he didn't expect Eli to know that.

James tugged the shirt over his head, sucking in a quick breath to finally get a closer look at the body he admired from afar not long ago. Dropping the shirt beside them, his hands quickly pressed to that toned frame. They moved up from his stomach to his chest, fingers lingering to tease at Eli's nipples.

"You're so sexy."

"Ah..." He'd never had someone else touch his nipples before and he was very suddenly finding out those were sensitive. In a good way of course. Enough to make his cheeks flush as he lowered his arms again. Shaking his hair out, he gave him a smile as he leaned back to put his hands on James' knees. All the better to let the man really see him for real now.

"Dancing can really tone you up. Especially when you do it as often as I do." That rock hard body was all for this man though. Well to touch. One day it would be all his without question but he just had to get by enough to no longer work at the club.

What a lovely view. James drank in it, letting his eyes roam over Eli's body, admiring that hard musculature. Finally, he wound an arm around the young man's waist and James leaned forward to press wet, hot kisses along his collarbone. Then further on, down his sternum and along one pec. It was really as far as he could get without actually laying Eli back. Unlike his young boyfriend, James was not a terribly flexible man.

But his free hand wandered, caressing his side in long, soothing strokes. Ah, but his skin was so warm under James' hand and he's sure Eli's pulse was racing just as quickly as his.

Lips parting, he watched James press kisses to his skin. If this was just a prelude to when they'd actually have sex he couldn't wait to see what that would be like. Because this was already making Eli's heart race, his breathing speed up. He could feel the goosebumps forming across his skin as he arched his back into that mouth, displaying some of the flexibility that he had.

"Your hands are so warm." He let out a breathless little laugh and cocked his head to the side. "Tell me another fantasy you had about me? I really wanna hear what you've been thinking about since you saw me at the club."

Fucking him in ways various and sundry, to put it bluntly. They've both had fantasies about sex while at the other's workplace. None of his fantasies up to this point factored in Eli's virginity. "I've imagined you laying back with your legs slung over my shoulders while I take my time with you." Something he's sure Eli would maintain comfortably given his flexibility. He pulled Eil closer, caressing his back and delighting in the strong muscle he found there as well.

"I've imagined us making love slowly until you beg for release." His hands slipped lower, once again groping Eli's ass and pulling his hips closer. "I've imagined my mouth on every inch of your body and you squirming in delight beneath me. I've imagined your mouth on me and your face splattered with my cum..."

James had always come across so refined. To hear him talk like this now and have such control like this as well? It was beyond sexy and Eli found he'd stopped breathing for a moment as the man pulled him closer to him. Hands going to those strong shoulders, he gazed into his eyes and licked his lips again.

"I really love your imagination..."

And that was putting it so very mildly. He didn't want to push them too fast but he also wanted all those things his boyfriend was describing. "Can I take your shirt off too? You feel really solid and strong. I want to see..."

Just because James was an English teacher didn't mean there couldn't be muscle under there too.

"Of course," he answered, his voice breathless.

And Eli was right. After college, James realized he wasn't going to just stay fit sitting at a desk writing and grading papers, so he made time to exercise regularly. Nothing more serious than three days a week at the gym. He wasn't getting younger, so staying healthy was something he needed to put effort toward. Which was to say, at least he wasn't rocking a dad bod under his shirt.

"What about you, Eli? Do you touch yourself when you're thinking of me? Tell me about it."

Undoing the buttons, he pushed that shirt away. Sure enough he found a strong body under all that teacher and he gasped softly. Soon his fingers were running over the warm skin, exploring the lines there. James was broader than he was, the muscle giving him a thicker look. But it was gorgeous and it made him feel small in the most perfect way.

"I do. Right before I go to sleep I lay there and I picture you holding me and filling me. Or I pretend my hand is actually yours as I lean back into you while you whisper poems in my ear."

Finding one of the man's hand, he brought it between his own legs like James had done with his hand earlier. It made him gasp and shudder to feel that hand somewhere so intimate but he loved it. "And I like to picture all the ways you can bend me as you have your way with me."

He bit his lip as he lifted his gaze back to his face. "I'm very bendy..."

What a thing to say! And while James' hand was on his dick. A soft whine sounded from him and he chewed his bottom lip. At the same time, he pressed his palm against Eli's clothed erection. Even through the pants, he could feel how hot it was and James curled his fingers enough to feel the girth of it as he rubbed.

James knew they'd have plenty of time to explore how bendy Eli was once they finally started having sex. Right now? He's just elated to have this much intimacy. Would he like to delve his hand into Eli's pants and jerk him off? Absolutely. His breath was heavy and he leaned in to claim Eli's lips once again.

When he broke away, James smiled against Eli's lips, still rubbing his cock. "I'm looking forward to that," he murmured. The thought of twisting him up like a pretzel and fucking him like that was very, very enticing. He groaned quietly at the thought of how very deep he could bury himself in Eli with all that flexibility.

Well, he can at least make one of Eli's fantasies come true right now. "Can you take your pants off?"

Oh that kiss was so good. He melted into it even as he moaned from that hand touching him like that. But the kiss didn't last long enough and he whimpered a little when James stopped it. Well until that question came. Shivering, he nodded and went to slide off of his boyfriend's lap.

Sliding his pants and underwear off, he let himself be naked for James. There was no hiding how turned on he was now but he didn't want to hide that either. His cheeks were red but he didn't try to cover himself up as he stepped closer to the man again so he'd easily be within reach.

Sliding his own hands down his body, he barely brushed his own cock with a soft gasp. "This is what you do to me. All the time..."

He watched with eager eyes as Eli undressed for him. Oh, how he hungered for that young man. He didn't know how long Eli worked at the strip club, but he certainly knew how to be enticing. The way his hands moved over his own body while his cheeks burned bright... It was easily one of the most erotic pictures one could paint.

James pulled him in close for another kiss, his hands wandering along that hard body once more. Down his sides, over his bare hips and thighs, and back up again. This time he didn't break away until he need a breath. And when he took that breath, he sat back against the pillows and pulled Eli to sit with his back pressed to James' chest. Once the boy was settled, he wrapped his arms around his slim waist. One hand moved upward, stroking across his chest and toying with one nipple, then the other.

The other hand? It moved downward, low until his fingers brushed through the wiry thatch of hair then curled around the base of his cock. His pulse stuttered at that first touch and his breath caught. Those fingers moved along his rigid shaft and James exhaled heavily against Eli's ear.

"'Coming together
it is easier to work
after our bodies
meet
paper and pen
neither care nor profit
whether we write or not
but as your body moves
under my hands
charged and waiting
we cut the leash
you create me against your thighs
hilly with images
moving through our word countries
my body
writes into your flesh
the poem
you make of me.

Touching you I catch midnight
as moon fires set in my throat
I love you flesh into blossom
I made you
and take you made
into me.'"

The poem came in breathless lines, the cadence of the words as steady as the pace James' hand set along his young boyfriend's erection.

He should have expected to have one of his own fantasies fulfilled but he was surprised all the same. To think that he was so naked and being touched by James, pulled back against him. The fingers of one of his hands curled into the man's pants as those hands moved over his body to show him that he really knew nothing about sex yet.

Dropping his head back against the man's shoulder, he let out a breathy moan as someone other than him touched his cock so directly for the first time in his life. Oh sure he'd had the medical exams by doctors to make sure he was in peak physical condition but that was nothing compared to this. For the sheer pleasure of that man touching him so intimately.

And that poem. It left him dizzy as he moved in those strong arms. Were nipples supposed to be that sensitive? He'd never played with his own before and he was quickly finding out that simple touches there felt like electric shocks.

Spreading his legs, he looked down the length of his body, utterly fascinated by hands that weren't his own making him feel this good.

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