You May Have Met Him

by Sebastian Carter

  Theo laughed. He kissed him again, lightly. “I was there. I saw it happen.”

  Elliot surprised him by reaching up and putting a hand on Theo’s shoulder. He ran his hand up and down the back of Theo’s arm. “Believe me, I know.” Then, he said, “I don’t smoke, but I feel like I should.”

  Theo laid his head down on his arm, and he moved in close to Elliot’s naked body laid out on his back. “That’s a cliché.”

  “Until five minutes ago, I thought a mind-blowing blow job was a cliché.” His brow wrinkled, and he turned his eyes up to the ceiling. “Or maybe I mean a myth.”

  As Elliot spoke, the vibrations radiated up through Theo’s hand where it rested on Elliot’s chest. “You don’t have to feel that way anymore,” Theo said.

  They lay in silence for a minute or two. Theo caressed his hand over Elliot’s torso until Elliot giggled when Theo’s hand moved down to Elliot’s hips. Unbidden, he asked, “Why is it called a job?”

  “What?” Theo lifted his head.

  “It’s called a blow job. I mean, is it work?”

  “To get a guy off? I don’t know. We both sweat a lot.” He kept his hand on Elliot’s stomach.

  “But it’s not a job. You’re not getting paid for it. It’s enjoyable. I think it’s something fun for both parties, therefore, it makes no sense to refer to it as a job.”

  He was getting paid for this though. Theo didn’t see fit to mention that, however. “Can’t you have fun at your job?” he asked. But even as he asked, he knew he didn’t believe it. Every job he ever had was nothing but menial work for low pay. Except for this one, because technically, that’s what this was. There would be an exchange of money for his service here, which was the very definition of a job. This right now, making Elliot happy was his job. And maybe that as a job wasn’t so bad after all. “I guess it depends what kind of work you have, doesn’t it?”

  Elliot laughed. “Would you ever suck dicks for a living?”

  Theo tried to join in on the laughter. “Some people do.”

  “God,” Elliot said. “I just think you have to be at rock bottom to do something like that.” He giggled. “Right?”

  Is that what this was? Rock bottom? He didn’t respond. He wanted to change the subject. “You got a good thing here,” Theo said to Elliot.

  “Huh?” Elliot said.

  “You have it good. I don’t think you realize how good you have it.”

  “What do you mean?”

  Theo propped himself up again so he was looking at Elliot’s face. “I mean your apartment, your career. You have it made.”

  Elliot’s chest jumped as he sputtered a laugh. “Yeah, right,” he said with an eye roll of sarcasm.

  “I mean it. Your work,” Theo said. “You do it because you enjoy it, right?”

  He weighed this with a tilt of his head. “Yeah, I guess. It gets a little repetitive.”

  “But it lets you live in a decent place.” Theo lifted an arm to take in the whole room. “And you get to follow it with something you love. You come home to your own house, your own stuff, and you do something you really love.”

  “What I really love is game programming,” Elliot said.

  “And you’re doing that.”

  “Not getting paid for it, though.”

  “But you could.”

  Elliot frowned. “Nah. It’s just a hobby,” he said.

  “But you’re good at it.”

  He shook his head. “I’m not that good.”

  “Come on. That stuff you showed me earlier? I don’t know much about this stuff, but what I saw was amazing.”

  “It’s pretty much reinventing the wheel,” Elliot said. “I’m not really bringing anything new to the gaming world. I just wanted to see if I could do it.”

  “And you did it. How is that not amazing?”

  “It’s not, though.” Elliot’s forehead furrowed, and the air thickened between them. He glanced to Theo then looked away. “Besides, I have an interview on Monday for a promotion.”

  “Oh,” Theo nodded. “That’s good. Is it for something you want?”

  Elliot didn’t meet Theo’s gaze. “Sure.”

  “Okay.” Theo tittered. “That was convincing.”

  Finally, Elliot did lift his eyes to meet Theo’s. “It’s a fine job. It’s the head of the IT department.”

  “But is it what you want?”

  A sigh escaped from Elliot. “It’s a good job. It’s more money.”

  “But…”

  “Can we not talk about this?”

  Theo held up a hand and crouched his head. “Okay.”

  “I don’t want to fall out over this.”

  “Who’s falling out?” He touched Elliot again. He was a little bewildered by the sudden turn of the conversation. “I’m not falling out.”

  The way Elliot acted, not making any more eye contact, told Theo that the conversation was over, and they lay in silence for a period. Theo put his head back down on his arm, and he hung his arm further over Elliot’s chest.

  To lift the mood, he moved his hand down to touch the head of Elliot’s cock. “How we doing down there?”

  With a little twitch of his body, Elliot smiled. “It’s good.”

  “You want to move to your bed?”

  Elliot nodded his head, and Theo stood up to pull Elliot with him. They stood inches apart from one another, their naked bodies touching. Their eyes locked onto one another. There was a tingle on Theo’s skin, at where his heart was, as Elliot’s breath lit upon the hairs on his chest when he dipped his head and moved in closer.

  Then Elliot lifted his face up to kiss Theo on the neck. Theo liked this, Elliot taking initiative. Elliot’s hand touched his cock, and his cock responded by stiffening.

  “Come on,” Theo said, and he turned away from Elliot only to lead him out of the room and toward the other room in Elliot’s apartment that, Theo assumed, had to be the bedroom. He flipped on the light switch, and it was a neatly kept room, the bed made, and the pillows fluffed up at the head of a queen-sized bed. They wouldn’t be so neat and tidy for long.

  At the bed, Theo pushed Elliot down onto the mattress, and he fell back with a laugh, then Theo moved on top of him on the bed.

  Elliot stared at Theo for a long moment as Theo hovered over him. The whole time, he had his hand down on Elliot’s cock, stroking him to hardness. “Are you going to fuck me?” Elliot asked him.

  “I don’t think you’re ready for that yet,” Theo said.

  “Then what did you have in mind?”

  “I’m going to bottom for you.”

  Elliot’s eyes widened. “Really?” He responded to Theo’s touch, his hips grinding as Theo still stroked his cock. “I pictured you as more of a top.”

  Theo kissed him. “The night is full of surprises.”

  “Yes it is,” Elliot said, his voice a husky whisper. He put a hand on Theo’s chest. “What if I want to try bottoming?”

  “This is your night, remember? We have time.” Theo hushed the next thing Elliot was going to say by kissing him.

  Until Elliot pulled back and said, “I don’t have anything, you know, for…”

  Theo understood. He grinned. “Just a sec,” Theo said. He got up off the bed, and he trotted back to the kitchen where he left his clothes. Because he knew this was the turn that the night would take, he’d come prepared. A stack of condoms and a small squirt bottle of lube that looked like it could pass for hand sanitizer. Then he went back into the bedroom.

  When Elliot saw the condoms. “Aren’t you quite the boy scout?”

  Theo ripped off a condom pack from the strip. “I figure it’s always best to be prepared. You never know what an evening might bring.” He didn’t want to tell him that this was all a setup, that he knew this was how their night would go, because it’s what Brianna ordered.

  “How do we do this?” Elliot asked, and Theo had to pause for a second to consider if he really meant it. But he guessed that he did. T
his was, after all, his first time.

  Theo moved onto the bed, taking up his hover once again. “I’m going to lie down on the bed, and you’re going to fuck my brains out. That’s how we’re going to do this.”

  “I mean, I’ve never fucked a guy before.”

  “There’s always a first time,” Theo said.

  Elliot laughed, a small, uncomfortable laugh that gave away his uncertainty. “But, I mean…” Elliot blushed and grinned, biting his bottom lip. “I don’t know what I’m doing.”

  Theo kissed him in a way that he hoped squashed that uncertainty. “I’ll walk you through it. You’ve seen porn before, right?”

  Elliot nodded.

  “Gay porn?” Seemed a moot point, but he still thought it was a good idea to ask.

  Elliot rolled his eyes. “Of course.”

  “Then you already have an idea.” Theo rose up over Elliot. “And I have a feeling this already knows what to do.” He gripped Elliot’s stiff cock in his hand and gave it a couple good strokes that caused Elliot to grin wide.

  Theo ripped open the condom pack, and he put it between his lips. Elliot’s eyebrow lifted into a question, but Theo ignored him as he bent down toward Elliot’s cock. He put his lips on Elliot’s cock head, and keeping his lips tight, he worked the condom down Elliot’s shaft while Elliot groaned and bent his head back into the pillow. Then Theo gave his cock a couple more laps with his tongue as he made sure the condom was in place.

  After, he squeezed a glob of lube into his palm and worked it over Elliot’s cock while Elliot’s eyes glazed over in a hazy grin. He moved up to kiss Elliot while he worked some of the lube into the slit of his ass with the tips of two of his fingers.

  “You want to do me from behind, or you want to watch?”

  “What do you mean?”

  “I mean, do you want me on my back or would you prefer to take me from behind?”

  Elliot continued to grin like he’d won the lottery. “I want to watch you. On your back.”

  Theo rolled over onto the bed and laid down. Elliot leaned up on an elbow. As Theo lifted his legs up and held onto them with his hands on the backs of his knees, Elliot got up slowly and raised to stand on his knees on the bed.

  It took Elliot a moment as he stared down at Theo presenting his puckered hole. He looked unsure what to do now.

  “Get some of the lube,” Theo said.

  Elliot searched the small bottle out on the bed, and he grabbed it. It was almost comical how he seemed as if he were following a tutorial on Youtube.

  “Now, put some on your fingers, and rub a little onto my hole.”

  Elliot did as he was told. His lube-slicked fingers touched at the ring of muscle of Theo’s hole, and it caused him to moan. Urged on, Elliot got a little brave, and he put a finger inside. He worked it in and out a bit, and then he worked a second finger inside.

  “Yeah, that’s good,” Theo said. Elliot went at it a little longer before he stopped. Theo prepared to give the next instruction, but Elliot took the initiative without being told. Instinct took over, and he pushed the head of his cock up against the ring of muscle at Theo’s hole. It caused Theo to suck in a breath when he finally breached the tight rim of his ass.

  Theo wasn’t always a bottom. He wasn’t averse to it. If anything, he considered himself more versatile. Reid, however, always treated him like a bottom. There wasn’t a choice. He learned through Reid how take it rough. Reid was an angry lover, a lot of grunting and unforgiving thrusts with Theo’s face pushed into the mattress. Sometimes he put a hand on the top of Theo’s head to push him even deeper into the mattress so Reid could power into him in rapid thrusts like a rabbit on a tight schedule.

  With Elliot, this was a pleasant change. There was something sweet in the way Elliot hesitated, the way he watched Theo’s face as he moved his cock deeper inside to see if he was hurting him. At any moment, he seemed ready to pull out and stop it all if he thought he was causing too much pain.

  And he wasn’t. There was the initial sting. There was always some burn at first, a slight discomfort no matter how used to it he was. But he moved slow enough at first that the sensation passed quickly and was soon replaced with acceptance that then morphed into pleasure as he got used to Elliot inside of him.

  He moved in and out in slow, sensual thrusts. He kept his hands on the backs of Theo’s thighs to brace himself, which allowed Theo to lay back and let it all happen.

  When Elliot’s dick brushed against Theo’s prostate, he gasped.

  “Am I hurting you?” Elliot asked, and he stopped.

  Theo breathed hard. “No, babe. You’re doing good. Real good.” He reached up and ran a hand over Elliot’s chest. “You can go faster if you want.”

  Again, Elliot did as he was told. He worked his cock in and out of Theo’s ass, and again and again, he found that sweet spot that made Theo spread his legs even more to open himself up even wider.

  Elliot leaned forward as he started getting into the rhythm of each thrust. He was close enough that Theo raised up and kissed him hard on the lips. “Faster,” Theo whispered as he cupped a hand on the back of Elliot’s head. And he went faster. Sweat beaded on his forehead, and his mouth hung open as he vocalized each push inside.

  When Theo slid higher on the bed, Elliot grabbed Theo by the thighs and pulled him closer. He liked the way the wiry muscles of Elliot’s arms grew taut, each abdominal muscle on his sweat-slick stomach tightened, his chest heaved with each heavy thrust. The pleasure on Elliot’s face, his mouth in a silent O of passion, was enough motivation that Theo tried to push himself more into Elliot’s pelvis. But Elliot didn’t need the help. Theo moaned. “Fuck yeah,” he said.

  “God, I’m going to come,” Elliot said. He pushed harder and harder, faster and faster. “Oh fuck. Oh fuck!”

  Theo grabbed his own dick and started stroking off. Elliot caught him, and he grabbed Theo’s wrist, which surprised him. He pulled Theo’s hand away, and he took over, took command of Theo’s dick and pumped it in time with his thrusts. He kept going until Theo’s head turned sideways and he gasped for air as sticky cream splattered onto his stomach and reached up to the hollow of his throat. Orgasm spasmed through his body much harder than it had in quite some time, stimulated from the inside by Elliot while outside, his cock, under Elliot’s control, unleashed a jolt of electricity that tingled on his spine and caused his legs to tense until they felt weak.

  “Holy shit!” Elliot threw his head back, and his body shuddered as Elliot came too. He realized he liked being fucked by Elliot.

  When he was spent, Elliot fell forward against Theo’s chest. He kissed Theo. A passionate kiss that was almost enough to curl Theo’s toes. This surprised him. Elliot seemed to have found his footing. He grabbed Theo by the hair, and he kissed him hard, his tongue working into Theo’s mouth.

  Afterward, Elliot rolled from off top of Theo, and they lay side by side once again, gasping for breath.

  Elliot turned his head to Theo, and Theo was already looking at him. “I could fuck you all day and not get tired of it.”

  And Theo laughed.

  Chapter Ten

  Elliot

  They lay on the bed, next to one another, Theo’s heat pressed up against Elliot’s side. Theo’s cum was still covering the both of them, and he really didn’t care. He kind of liked the idea of it, not that it was a mess on his stomach, but that it came from this man, the man whose hand he held in his own as they caught their breath next to one another. This whole night was a whirlwind of new things. He was suddenly decadent and part of a new world, a world denied to him before.

  He turned his head to find Theo watching him. “You sure that was your first time?”

  Elliot laughed. A little heat rose to his cheeks, but it wasn’t a major flush of red like before. It was more typical. He was used to blushing, a constant flow of internal doubt and embarrassment. There were times even a stray thought while he was alone caused his cheeks to flare up with that blushi
ng heat. He would make a terrible spy and a worse liar, he knew.

  But this time, he only blushed because he allowed his mind to play back over everything that just happened, over the constant waves of pleasure that his body still struggled to remember and hold on to. It was a blush of elation, not of embarrassment, that he experienced now.

  “What?” Theo turned onto his side, facing Elliot and widening his smile to show his teeth as he propped his head into the palm of his hand. “You’re blushing again.”

  “I thought you said I was cute when I blushed.” Saying that made him blush even more.

  “I did. And you are.” He leaned over and kissed Elliot, and Elliot enjoyed the warmth of his lips pressed against his. “You did well,” Theo said.

  Elliot’s breath caught, and he laughed.

  “What?” Theo put his hand on Elliot’s chest.

  He put his hands to his face and palmed his eyes. Then he dropped them back to the bed again and stared right into Theo’s blue eyes. “I was just thinking how funny it is that I was just talking to Brianna about this very thing. I even told her that I doubted I would ever have sex.”

  “Why would you say a thing like that?”

  “You saw me. You saw how I get. My throwing up in the sink tonight is not the first time something like that has happened. The first time I ever talked to a guy I liked, I tossed my lunch all over his shoes. I was a senior in high school.”

  “I thought you didn’t come out until a couple of months ago.”

  “Well yeah. I was sort of out for a lot longer than that, but I didn’t actually tell many people until last year. Brianna knew for sure long before that.” Then Elliot stopped, and he looked at Theo. “Wait, how’d you know that?”

  Theo’s eyes widened just a little, a quick flicker in his gaze. “Oh, you must have mentioned it.”

  “Did I?” Elliot went back to their previous conversations earlier that night. Granted, a lot of their conversation was a blur, a haze while Elliot was acclimating to the idea that there was a hot guy talking to him in a bar, and then, even more unimaginable, that same guy, naked and straddling him. There was a lot that was said and then lost in the haze of his erratic nerves. “Huh,” Elliot said with a shrug. Obviously, it was said. Otherwise, how could Theo know?