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

With James' grip on the back of his neck, Eli couldn't get too far away. He tipped his head forward to rest their foreheads together, breathing out softly panted breaths as they continued to touch each other. It was almost like a sort of feedback loop, the act of stroking Eli and having his own dick stroked by the boy in turn. Those unsure fingers felt so good wrapped around him. And since Eli confessed his previous relationships hadn't lasted long, James could safely assume he was the first person Eli touched like this.

And that was thrilling.

For a moment more he simply enjoyed the heat of Eli's hand around him, that delicious friction it brought as it moved. But also that hot, hard length in his own hand. The one only James has touched. His hips rocked beneath Eli, pressing into his grip. James' every move was slow, steady, and exploratory. His lips sought out the boy's skin once more, trailing a line of soft kisses along his jaw to his ear.

"Tell me how you like to touch yourself."

He really should have known that James was a very sexy man. After all, he always was in his fantasies. So sexy and so in charge, that power to him so thrilling in the best way possible. But none of that compared to how he was in person. Even that hand at the back of his neck keeping in him in place had his heart pounding in his chest. He was so sure that the man could feel it. Hear it.

Eli swallowed and moaned quietly.

"It's hard...hard to describe. Because nothing I've ever done feels as good as this. This is so much better. It's like you're doing things I've never even dreamed of."

"Then, tell me what feels better." His voice is sure, but breathless. First, he tightens his fingers around Eli's shaft as he strokes it. He gives it a couple of pumps before shifting a much lighter, more teasing touch. He can't see Eli's face with his lips so near the boy's ear, but he listens closely for any change in his breathing, to see which earns more of a gasp or moan.

He nodded to let him know he understood and soon he was being more free with his noises. Not that he wasn't before but he was truly letting himself go. It seemed that anything lighter would get gasps and jerks but anything firmer would make him moan. He was just a very sensitive young man. Especially since he'd never been touched by someone else before.

But when that thumb went so perfectly over the tip of his cock, he whimpered softly. "That...that, James..."

And he went to do the same back to his boyfriend, trying to imitate well enough to show him what he meant.

Ah, his reactions were so very thrilling. Every move, every sound so earnest they made his blood run hot. Even his vivid fantasies couldn't have prepared James for this. His breath hitched then Eli's thumb rubbed across the head of his cock. Then he sighed, stroking his young boyfriend slowly, only teasing the tip every now and then.

James wrapped his arm around Eli's waist and tugged him until they almost pressed chest to chest. For a brief second, he let go of Eli's dick -- but only long enough to wrap his fingers around both of their erections and stroke them together. He sucked in a breath at the first touch of that hot, hard cock against his own, but quickly began to jerk them off at a slow, steady pace.

"How's that?"

He wasn't sure what was happening at first but quickly got an answer. The man was going to stroke them both at the same time. It was a shock through his system to feel that cock touch his own and for a moment he had no idea what to do with his hands. In the end, he settled into James' hair as he pressed their foreheads together.

With a whimpering moan, he nodded. "It's good. It's so good. I'll..."

Cum. Already. It almost seemed pathetic but he really wasn't sure how much longer he could lost when James was finally the one plucking all of his strings like the expert he was.

The arm around Eli's waist moved so James could press his palm to the boy's cheek. He let his eyes fall closed, savoring the closeness of Eli's forehead against his. His breath was growing heavier and his voice rougher.

"It's okay," he assured, rubbing his thumb gently against Eli's cheek. "Don't fight it. I want you to cum for me."

God, how he wanted it. To that end, he squeezed his fingers a little tighter and quickened the pace. Knowing that he's the first person to touch Eli like this, to make him squirm and writhe, to draw those sweet sounds from his lips... It's such a powerfully erotic thing. And all he can do is keep rubbing their cocks together and cant his head to press his lips against his student's once more.

Whimpering into the kiss, he clung to his boyfriend as his hips jerked. It was like something snapped inside him and he came between them, covering both of them with the splatter. It made his entire body tremble as he cried out against James' lips, accidentally pulling his hair in the process.

He'd never had an orgasm like that before and Eli moaned softly as he dropped a hand between them to wrap around the one around both their cocks. "...want to feel you too..."

The tug at his hair pulled a muffled grunt from James. He knew Eli didn't do it on purpose and all this must be a little overwhelming for him. Ah, but feeling that splatter made his heart stutter. It was hot and sticky on his hand as he continued to stroke them. His hips rolled with each downward stroke and the feel of Eli's hand on his pushed him even closer still.

"Just... a little more..."

Just a little longer with Eli in his lap, with those inexperienced fingers wrapped around his, the evidence of his orgasm dripping between them. A white-hot jolt of pleasure finally lanced through him and the steady pace of his stroke went staccato. James gasped for breath and choked on a moan as he came.

He couldn't believe he could to watch this man finish. The evidence was all over them and he gazed at his own hand in fascination. Wow. Just wow. Leaning against James, he nuzzled his head against his shoulder then let out a happy little laugh. That had been amazing.

"I feel...so good."

The hand at Eli's cheek shifted back so those fingers could curl at the back of his neck. Silently, James lamented his rookie mistake of not getting a towel before they started all this. This is what happens when you're too eager for your brand-new partner. James kept his hand wrapped around them, delighting in the feel of Eli's cock against his.

"Me too."

Eli wrapped his other arm around the man's neck as he settled for resting against him. Dancer though he was he honestly didn't have sexual stamina yet. Most of the time he didn't really have the energy even to masturbate. So that orgasm had left him nicely boneless.

"Nap with me?"

"We should clean up." But there's something in his voice that indicates he doesn't really want to move. Or have Eli move. The hand at the boy's neck followed the line of his spine downward until reaching the small of his back. Then James wrapped that arm around him and he gave a slight nod. If Eli didn't mind being sticky, James could deal with it.

"I don't mind waiting." There was no hurry. They weren't going anywhere and they could rest a bit then maybe shower together or something. Eli was still feeling his way around for how all of this worked. What he did know was that now that they'd unlocked this much he was so content to be naked with his boyfriend.

"Nap?"

"Nap," he agreed. He didn't wait for Eli to move at all, he just flopped to one side with a satisfied little smile. They could wiggle around and figure out something comfortable together. All James really cared about right now was staying close to Eli. Even just laying together and stroking his skin until they both drifted off to sleep sounded ideal.

Eli slept peacefully and could easily say the rest of their date was easily the best he'd ever had. They even had dinner together and by the time Monday came around, he was looking forward to when they'd be able to have another date. Of course they were busy so that was delayed and days passed but getting to give his boyfriend a secret smile during class meant the world for him.

Weekend crowds were always rough and Eli really tried to get out of them when he could. But this one was unavoidable since he was the new guy. So he'd gone in and the entire night there had been issues with one of the people there. Not only would he not keep his hands to himself but he had to be thrown out. Twice. No one was sure how he'd gotten back in.

But the second time he swore he'd give Eli a ride home. Enough so that he felt seriously creeped out and scared to go anywhere near his own place. Going to one of the bouncers, he asked for him to wait with him outside then went to go get changed before calling up his boyfriend.

"James? Can you come get me? There was a really creepy guy all night and I'm...I'm scared to go to the bus stop." As soon as he had confirmation, he was outside with the bouncer in the pouring rain, clutching his bag tight until he saw the car and his boyfriend behind the wheel.

Without hesitation, he ran over to him and waved that he was okay now before getting into the car and sinking low in the seat. He was cold and wet and shivering. Though that last part wasn't just from how cold it was outside.

"...if Malory isn't home can we go to your place?" he asked quietly.

It was late but James answered the call. Even before they became a couple, he offered to help Eli if he needed it. That was the promise when he gave Eli his cell number. He hoped, for Eli's sake, that such a call wouldn't come, but when it did James didn't dawdle. He didn't even bother to dress properly, he just threw a hooded jacket over his pajamas to keep the rain off and slipped barefoot into shoes to head over.

"I'll be there as soon as I can," he assured over the phone.

And truly, he made no stops, took no detours, and had taken all of five minutes to get from his cozy bed to the road. Seeing the bouncer waiting with Eli took the sharpest edge of worry from James' mind. As soon as he saw them, he pulled into the alley and leaned over to open the passenger door for his young boyfriend. As soon as that door was closed, he put the car in gear and started to drive through to the other end of the alley to get back on the road.

In the dim light, he could tell that Eli was really rattled. Seeing that made his lips press into a thin line and he kept a careful watch in his rearview mirror for anything that might be suspicious.

"She went back to her mom's today." Which meant that they could go back to his place. Even if his daughter hadn't left, he wouldn't have taken Eli anywhere else. Scared and cold? No, he would've let him have the hideaway bed and he'd have taken the couch and worried about making up so story later. James dawdled for a few blocks to ensure they were safe to head back. At the first red light, he wiggled out of his jacket to drape it over Eli.

The ride to James' house was blessedly uneventful. He held Eli's hand the whole time, right up the time he had to let go to unlock the front door. It was late and dark and who in the world would see them? He flicked the foyer light on once they were inside, both of them now wet from the rain, though James significantly less so. In clear lighting, he could still see how upset Eli was. But also... with his hair dripping and makeup smeared, he looked absolutely debauched.

"Wait here, I'll get you a towel and something dry." With that, he vanished into the house. When he came back, James had an oversized towel and some pajamas for Eli. Just a pair of lounge pants and a plain t-shirt. He also had a pair of socks in case Eli's feet were cold, too. "C'mon," he said quietly as he wrapped the towel around the young man's shoulders and used one end of it to tussle Eli's hair so it wasn't dripping. Once satisfied he was dry enough not to drip through the house, he handed Eli the change of clothes.

"Go get changed. I'll get you something hot to drink and you can tell me what happened... if you want." If he didn't want to talk about it, that was fine.

Grateful for the coat, he curled up in it until it was time to leave the car. By the time they got inside he still felt rattled but safe. James was safety and his house was safety. Nothing could get him here because James would keep him safe. Eli was muscular sure but he wasn't a fighter. His friends always told him he was too soft hearted for that.

Guess they were right after all.

Letting his boyfriend take care of him, he didn't resister at all to being dried off then nodded as he took the clothes. Going to where he knew the bathroom was, he didn't even think to take his makeup off. Quite literally he yanked the wet clothes off to hang over the towel rack then he pulled on the borrowed clothes that were a little too big for him since James was broader than him.

But he was glad to have them as he darted back out to the other room. Makeup could always come off later. He wanted to go back to the person who made him feel safe and went to wrap his arms around him from behind.

"...thanks..."

James was in the kitchen making some tea for them when Eli's arms slipped around his waist.

"For what?" Of course he would come when Eli called. Without hesitation. That was true before they were a couple and it's just as true now that they are. He picked up a mug in each hand and nodded toward the couch. They could snuggle up together to chase the chill away while they drank their drinks. And if Eli didn't let go? Well, James would just walk very carefully with the boy leeched onto him.

Once they made it to the couch, James gave Eli one of the mugs and kept the other in one hand. The other arm draped over his boyfriend's shoulder and pulled him against his side. "Do you want to tell me what happened?"

He did let go to make it easier to walk, cuddling into that strong side when they were at the couch. Blowing on his drink, he had a sip of it. Did he want to? No. But he also did at the same time. Because it had been a really creepy experience that had freaked him out quite a bit.

"A guy came in. I don't know if he was drunk or high but he was really into me. He kept reaching for me while I was dancing and the bouncers threw him out. We don't know how he got back inside but somehow he did. And..."

Eli let out a breath. "I felt his hand on my ass when I was paying attention to another person. It was scary to turn around and see him trying to get into the briefs I was wearing. They threw him out again but he called to me and said that he'd make sure that he got me home tonight after my shift. So I asked Joe to stand with me outside and I called you."

A couple more sips and he felt himself calming, feeling so much safer now that he was with his boyfriend. "Why I said thanks earlier... It's because you kept your word and followed through without question. It means a lot to me."

He looked up at him with a smile that he was finally able to find. "You're my hero."

James kept Eli close, rubbing his hand against the boy's arm to help him warm up. What Eli described made him frown. He felt like this probably wouldn't be the last time something like this happened given the nature of his work. Did that make it okay? Absolutely not. Perhaps it bothered him even more that someone not only frightened but laid hands on his boyfriend.

But now that Eli was smiling, James felt more at ease. Well, fixated? He looked like a different person with that makeup, even though it was running from the rain. James leaned forward to set his mug on the coffee table and then turned where he sat so he could better look at Eli. He reached up to cup his face, running this thumb over the curve of his cheek.

"I'll always help you if I can."

He just managed another sip of his drink when he had his chin cupped. Loving that immediately, he wiggled a bit to plop his chin more onto that hand with an even bigger smile. All of the tension was bleeding out of his body now that he was truly safe and warmed up.

"I probably look like a mess. I didn't want to wash my face or fix my hair because I wanted to get back out to you."

James wasn't complaining about it though so clearly it had to be fine.

A mess? James looked him over, eyes drinking in Eli's face. Sure, the makeup was runny, but what remained made his skin look pale and left something of a shimmer on the highest parts of his cheeks. James' lips parted and he sucked in a slow breath. He looked absolutely... fuckable.

"You look amazing."

His eyes widened at that. Really? He looked amazing? With his makeup running down his cheeks, the lipstick smeared, and his hair sticking to him since it was still wet? The glance he'd gotten in the mirror had made him worried he was a disaster but James clearly didn't see the same thing that he did.

Eli watched him a moment then leaned over to give him a quick kiss and a smile. He was glad he was here for the night. Already he felt so much better. Lighter than air. Maybe that was how tired he was but he didn't care. He wasn't ready to sleep yet.

James' hand slipped away from Eli's face, reaching for the cup in his hands to set it aside. Now warmer from the mug of tea, his hand returned to Eli's cheek and he leaned in for a deeper kiss. When he pulled back, Eli's lipstick was smeared even more. The way he looked was how James imagined he would in his fantasy about fucking in Eli's club.

"The way you look right now makes me want you so much, Eli."

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