by Darien Cox
Elliot on the other hand was getting sloshed. It was the only indication that maybe he wasn’t as comfortable around Nolan as he seemed. Elliot’s gaze flicked across the table to Nolan often, but never lingered. Nolan couldn’t help stealing glances at Elliot as well. He looked so damn hot, even covered in sparkles with the silly black mask. Nolan wanted to eat him up. But he controlled himself, and kept his interactions light and friendly.
Rudy joined them shortly after, having just flown in from New York City where he’d been working on an article. His brown hair was slicked back and he wore a black tuxedo with a bow tie. He made a seat on JT’s lap, his pretty hazel eyes lazy with lust as he ran a finger over JT’s bare chest under his overalls.
“What are you supposed to be, Rudy?” Nolan said. “A butler?”
“What?” Rudy huffed. “Dude, I’m James-fucking-Bond.”
“You look like a butler.”
“You look great, babe,” JT said, squeezing his arms around Rudy’s waist. “A sexy international man of mystery.”
“You need props,” Brett said. “You should have brought a gun and a martini. Without them you do look like a butler.”
Rudy’s brows rose as he turned to Brett. “I’m sorry. Who are you?”
JT whispered in Rudy’s ear, and Rudy’s eyes shot back to Brett. Brett smiled and waved. “Hi.”
“Oh,” Rudy said. “You’re that guy.”
“Aw,” Brett said. “Has JT been sweet talking about me at home?”
“Seeing the bruise on his chin was all the sweet talking I needed,” Rudy said, his eyes going hard. “I’m thinking maybe you need a matching one.”
“Ooh.” Brett grinned and wrinkled his nose. “You’re all so tough, aren’t you?” He rubbed his nipples and feigned a shiver. “It’s invigorating.”
One of Rudy’s eyebrows cocked up and he looked at Nolan. “Is he for real?”
“Unfortunately.”
“You’re that teacher, right?” Marybeth said, leaning in to Brett. “I’ve seen you around. How do you know these guys?”
“He doesn’t,” Christian said.
“Sshhhhh!” Elliot said drunkenly. He wagged his finger. “Everyone stop talking in front of the…” He hiccupped. “Oompa Loompas.”
When Nolan started having fleeting thoughts about taking advantage of Elliot’s drunken state and what it would feel like to peel his sparkly tank top off, he decided to leave. Things had gone well. He and Elliot were friends again. But the longing was returning with each sip of tequila, so he figured he’d better make his escape before he succeeded in fucking it all up again.
“I’m gonna head out.” Nolan stood. “Been a long day.”
“But…” Brett shook the bottle. “There’s still some tequila left.”
“Yeah.” Nolan chuckled. “Not for long, I’m sure. See you guys.”
“Bye Nolan,” Christian said. “Love you.”
“Love you too.”
“Night Nolan.” Elliot waved but didn’t smile, watching Nolan, a question in his eyes.
Nolan smiled, nodded, then forced himself to walk away.
He drove home with the windows down, enjoying the cold, smoky air, allowing it to sober him up. When he pulled into his driveway and parked, his phone beeped with a text.
He pulled it out and read it, grinning when he saw Elliot’s words.
‘I lied. You’re the hottest vampire I’ve ever seen.’
Nolan smiled at the text for far too long, sitting outside in his driveway. He texted back. ‘Not hotter than you. Enjoy the rest of your night.’
He was mindful of Elliot’s buzzed state of mind, so didn’t want to push it. Elliot didn’t respond again, but that was all right. Because Elliot’s text was flirty. Whether it was fueled by tequila or not, Nolan was happy to receive it. So by the time he stripped down and got into bed, he was content.
Until twenty minutes later, when just on the cusp of sleep, he heard someone trying to get in his front door.
Chapter Twelve
Nolan sat up in bed, his heart pounding as he listened. He was reaching for the nightstand where he kept his gun then paused, hearing keys jangle as the front door opened. He relaxed a bit. It could only be one of his friends. The only person outside of them who had a key to his house was Ogden, and Nolan doubted very much it was him.
“Who the fuck is that?” Nolan shouted, flicking the bedside lamp on.
He heard keys thrown down on the coffee table, then shuffling footsteps. Elliot appeared, still painted and glittery. He smiled and raised his arms, resting them against the doorframe. “Just me, baby. Just me.”
Nolan sighed, smiling. “The fuck you doing breaking into my house?”
“Didn’t break in. Have a key. Remember?”
Nolan was frozen where he sat in bed, sheet draped over his hips. It was like he was afraid if he moved too fast Elliot would cease to be there, standing at the entrance of his bedroom. “Did you want to talk? Probably a bad idea with all you had to drink tonight, El.”
Elliot’s eyes trailed over Nolan and he grinned. “Are you naked?”
“Yes.” Nolan tugged the sheet up. “I was going to sleep.”
“You sleep naked? I never knew that.”
“Because you don’t normally break into my house in the middle of the night.”
Elliot remained in the doorway, eyes on Nolan. He’d made the bold move of coming over here, but now it seemed he was stuck there at the portal, afraid to go any further.
“What do you want? Why’d you come over?”
Elliot stepped tentatively into the room, his stride slow, weaving slightly. He stood at the end of the bed and kicked his shoes off. “I want to get glitter all over you.”
Nolan tensed, laughing nervously. “And I would fucking love you to get glitter all over me. But not when you’re this drunk.”
Elliot knelt on the end of the mattress, grinning mischievously. “Why not when I’m this drunk?” He began a slow crawl toward Nolan.
Nolan shifted back. “Because you might regret it tomorrow, obviously.”
“Tomorrow can suck a dick.” Elliot crawled over Nolan’s legs. “But not as well as I can.” He leaned over and buried his face in the sheet at Nolan’s crotch. “Wanted to do this all night at the pub. Just drop to my knees in front of you and—”
“Whoa, whoa!” Nolan grabbed Elliot under his arms and lifted him up. “Stop that.”
Elliot snickered and dragged his knees up, then lowered himself down, straddling Nolan’s lap. Okay, so that was the wrong move on my part.
Still holding Elliot under his arms, Nolan shook him. “Snap out of it. We’re not doing this now.” Even as he said it, his dick swelled under Elliot’s weight.
Elliot’s fingers brushed Nolan’s cheeks, eyes darting to his lips. “Why aren’t we doing this, Nolan? Why shouldn’t we? I have no good answers anymore.”
Nolan blinked slowly, struggling to slow his beating heart. “You know what they say. You shouldn’t make important decisions when you’re drunk.”
“They also say your true feelings come out when you’re drunk. So here I am. Shitfaced. Wanting to rub my glitter all over you.”
Nolan frowned. “You smell minty.”
“I used some mouthwash at the pub.”
Nolan chuckled. “Planning on kissing someone, were you?”
“Yeah.” Elliot leaned in and Nolan pulled back.
“Don’t.”
“Nolan,” Elliot whispered, running fingers through his hair. “We’re still us.”
Nolan’s heart melted, and he couldn’t stop his hands from gliding up and down Elliot’s sides. “I know we’re still us. But you’re still drunk.”
Elliot’s gentle touch left his hair and he grabbed Nolan’s shoulders, shoving him hard onto his back. “Elliot—”
“I thought wanting you was a glitch in the Matrix and I could go back in time and undo it,” Elliot said, painted face hovering over Nolan’s. “But when I saw yo
u tonight I couldn’t breathe.”
Nolan shivered. “Yeah?”
“That’s when I realized I won’t ever look at you again without feeling this. No matter what my head tells me.”
“I wish you could say these things to me when you’re sober.” Nolan’s eyelids fluttered as Elliot rested more of his weight on top of him. “I believe you want me but you’re acting with drunken abandon right now. I won’t take advantage of you.”
“Then I’ll take advantage of you.” A hand slid under the sheet and ghosted down Nolan’s side to his hip.
Nolan grabbed Elliot’s arm and lifted him as he sat up. “Stop, Elliot. This isn’t fair and you know it. You know how much I want to touch you.” Elliot ended up straddling his lap again and Nolan cursed.
“Then touch me. You started this.” Elliot tilted his hips, rubbing his ass against Nolan’s boner. “That’s what’s not fair,” he whispered. “You made me want you. You can’t deny me now that I’m finally seeing clearly.”
“You’re not seeing clearly. You’re just drunk and horny.”
Elliot peeled his tank top off and tossed it aside. “Just cuz I wanna suck your big dick doesn’t mean I don’t love you so much it hurts.”
Unable to help himself, Nolan ran his hands over Elliot’s pale, glittery stomach and chest. “And I’ve loved you for a thousand years, Elliot. But I’m not gonna do something to fuck things up with us again. My heart can’t take it.”
Elliot wrapped his arms around Nolan and pulled him into a tight hug, their bare chests pressing together. Nolan sighed and slid his arms around Elliot’s back, nuzzling his face against his neck. “I’m sorry we fought,” Elliot said.
Nolan rocked Elliot on his lap, breathing him in. “It’s already forgotten.”
“I want things to be like they were before,” Elliot whispered.
Nolan leaned back. “You mean when we were just friends? Because this isn’t the way to achieve that goal.”
“No.” Elliot squeezed his thighs around Nolan. “I mean when you were coming at me and forcing me to acknowledge what was happening. When you pinned me against my fridge and kissed me like your life depended on it.”
Nolan lifted Elliot and flipped him over, pressing him into the mattress and settling between his legs. “You come to my house in the middle of the night, let yourself in, try to blow me, then climb onto my lap. Then you ask me to take control?”
Elliot’s head rested on the pillow, lips parted, masked eyes staring up at Nolan. “Yeah.” He breathed slow and heavy, wrapping his legs around Nolan. “That a problem?”
“No. But this sheet is problem.” He tugged the sheet out from between them. He grabbed the front of Elliot’s pants. “And these…spandex things are a problem.”
Elliot propped up on his elbows and stared down the line of their bodies. “Holy shit. I’ve never seen you completely naked before.” His eyes lifted to Nolan. “You look amazing.”
“Kind of forgot I was naked for a minute. Made me lose my cool, you little shit.”
Elliot grabbed Nolan around the shoulders and pulled him down. “You gonna kiss me or what?”
Nolan propped on his elbows and held Elliot’s face in his hands. “If you regret this tomorrow I’m gonna beat your ass,” he said, but his voice was soft, awed by the sight and feel of Elliot laid out beneath him.
“You can do whatever you want with my ass,” Elliot said, gripping handfuls of Nolan’s hair.
“Now I know you’re drunk. You’ve never been much of a bottom.”
“Never been half-naked in bed with my best friend before either,” he said through hard breaths. His hands glided over Nolan’s chest. “Never wanted anyone this much.”
Nolan inhaled softly, stunned by Elliot’s words. It was everything he wanted to hear, and at the same time he was still aware of all the tequila shots Elliot had sucked down at the pub. But his control had been slipping from the moment Elliot appeared in his doorway, and before he knew it he was attacking Elliot’s mouth, drowning in the taste of his tongue.
Elliot’s body jerked like a live wire, arching up against him as they kissed frantically with mouths wide open. Nolan’s brain switched off, lost in the intimacy, the glide of hot bare skin, the sound of Elliot’s soft moans. Silky spandex slid against Nolan’s cock as Elliot bucked his hips, but neither made a move to finish undressing him, too lost in each other’s mouths, their bodies locked together, clinging like they were afraid of losing this moment.
But Nolan had been aching to touch Elliot, to taste him everywhere, and ultimately his lips slid over his chin and nibbled down his neck. He licked and kissed and bit down Elliot’s chest, his ribs, moving to the hollow of his hip.
Elliot reached down and hooked his thumbs on his waistband. “Take them off me,” he said with a deep growl.
Nolan continued tonguing Elliot’s hip as he gripped the sides of the spandex and pulled them down. He pushed them to Elliot’s knees as his mouth drifted to his other hip. Elliot kicked the pants off the rest of the way, and Nolan moved between his legs. He nudged Elliot’s displayed erection with his nose, then rubbed his cheek against the length of it. When he glanced up Elliot was watching him with glazed green eyes, but he suddenly barked out a laugh.
Nolan scowled then laughed, crawling back up the mattress and hovering over Elliot. “You are not gonna start laughing again, are you?”
Elliot grabbed Nolan’s chin. “You have glitter all over your face.”
“Oh yeah? Hope it’s non-toxic, pretty sure I ate some of that shit.”
“I wanna eat you. Roll over. Now.” Elliot slid out from under him and Nolan rolled onto his back, watching as Elliot licked down his chest and stomach. “God, this body,” Elliot whispered as he kissed his way down, hands trailing over Nolan’s chest. “Can’t believe I’ve been missing out on this all these years.”
“It’s yours now,” Nolan said, breathing hard as he watched Elliot move lower. Each hot brush of his tongue and lips set Nolan’s skin on fire, and his dick was so hard it was getting painful. With no hesitation, Elliot went down on his cock, wet heat making Nolan see stars, and his head fell back onto the pillow. “Elliot, Jesus.” He held onto Elliot’s head, fingers threading through his soft blond hair, slightly sticky with glitter gel. “Oh God. Holy shit.”
Nolan allowed relief and joy to wash over him as Elliot expertly pleasured him, sucking his cock with such enthusiasm he was afraid he’d explode. But the physical ecstasy was all tangled up in emotions, having had to hold back and stomp down his feelings in the pub all night, watching Elliot on stage, knowing so many people in that crowd probably wanted him too. Having to keep a tight grip on his own jealousy and possessiveness. But now Elliot was in his bed, naked, and it was happening.
He’s mine. That’s all there is to it. I’m not sharing. And he’s not getting away this time.
“Elliot stop,” Nolan said when the pleasure became too much. Elliot continued bobbing his mouth up and down on Nolan’s dick, moaning. “Elliot.” Nolan sat up and took him by the shoulders, pulling him up and lifting him off.
Elliot’s eyelids fluttered and his brows pinched. “I need it,” he huffed. “Nolan I need it.”
Nolan tugged him onto his lap, gently squeezing his firm naked ass. “I’m gonna come if you don’t stop. And I’m not done with you yet.”
Elliot shuddered and smiled, his eyes blinking. “What do you wanna do with me?” he asked, wrapping his arms and legs around Nolan. He pushed forward, making Nolan hiss when he felt Elliot’s most intimate parts pressing against his own.
“I wanna make you come,” Nolan said. He kissed Elliot softly, sucking his bottom lip. “I wanna make you come harder than you ever have.”
“Fuck,” Elliot breathed into Nolan’s mouth, still undulating against him. “Gonna make me come just saying that.”
“Lie back and let me suck you.”
“No. I wanna stay like this. With you looking at me like that.” Elliot pushed his coc
k harder against Nolan’s, arms wrapped tight around his back as he stared into his eyes. “I’ve never seen you look the way you do right now,” he said. “Never seen your sex face. It’s so hot, Nolan.”
Nolan reached between them and slid his fist up and down Elliot’s hard cock, getting a moan for his efforts. His arm held tight around his lower back, holding him in place. “I’ll hold you here as long as you want,” he whispered. “Do anything you want. Anything for you.”
“I wanna fuck.” Elliot captured Nolan’s mouth and devoured him with his tongue. He released him with a breath. “I want us to fuck. I may have been drinking but know what I want. I need to claim you tonight. I need it.”
A rush blasted through Nolan’s body, and though a tiny voice inside urged him to hesitate, Elliot’s words did him in. “How do you want it?” He cupped Elliot’s face with his hands and searched his eyes. “Tell me. I’ll give you whatever you want just tell me what you need, Elliot.”
A long breath leaked out of Elliot and he smiled, his hip movements slowing. “Thought for sure you’d deny me.”
“I can’t deny you anything. Especially right now.”
Elliot stopped moving. “I wanna lie back, you on top of me.” He kept his arms around Nolan’s neck and rolled over, taking Nolan down with him.
Nolan followed him down. He simply looked at Elliot for a long moment as he stroked his face. Elliot reached down between them and grabbed Nolan’s erection, then shimmed his hips, trying to align it into position. When the head of his dick rubbed the cleft of Elliot’s ass, Nolan flinched.
“What’s wrong?” Elliot whispered, frowning up at him. “You said yes.”
“Are you sure this is what you really want? That you’ll still be sure tomorrow?”
Nolan was stunned when Elliot’s expression crumpled and a tear leaked from his eye. “Yes,” he said, voice cracking. “I’ve had a giant hole in my chest all night watching you at the pub acting all cool and reserved with me and thinking I’d lost you.”
Nolan lost his breath, so shocked for a moment he couldn’t move, couldn’t respond. He’d never seen Elliot shed a tear in all the years he’d known him. “Elliot. I’m sorry. I was trying to give you space. And Christian said—”
