Elias

by Amy Aislin

  The whine Ty let loose as his lips were hotly overtaken was desperate and aroused but he didn't care. Tongues tangling and fighting for dominance, neither one of them gave in, settling into a kiss made of want and ferocity that had them both panting.

  Ty loved it. Loved that Elias wasn't careful with him. Simply took what he wanted, no apology.

  Elias tasted like he smelled, spices and wood. Ty licked into his mouth again, grabbing every taste of Elias's desire that he could. Elias's body pressed his firmly against the wall, and Ty could feel every inch of him...including what felt like an incredible eight-inch boner in his pants.

  Pulling away to gasp in a much-needed breath, they stood forehead to forehead, breathing hard. But Ty wanted more, and he wanted it now. Palming the back of Elias's head, he brought his mouth back down to his. Elias's beard rasped against his chin, scraped his face.

  He revelled in it, the prickles against his skin ramping up his need.

  Elias's thumb pressed against Ty's chin, encouraging him to open wider. His other hand squeezed Ty's ass, grinding their erections together. They lost time as they made out against the wall, rutting against each other. Elias had shed his jacket at some point—Ty didn't even remember when, just knew that he'd gone from gripping the back of Elias’s jacket to gripping his T-shirt. Then his hands were finding their way underneath said T-shirt to spread over Elias's strong, smooth back.

  God, oh fuckity, fuck, he needed to come, had to come, right now, and the friction of their dicks rubbing against each other through their jeans simply wasn't enough. Elias must've read his mind—or his body, as it were. He took a single step back, unzipped them both, and had both their hard dicks in one hand a second later.

  Ty's head thunked against the wall behind him, eyes clenched shut, the feel of their bare erections together in Elias's hand too much and yet not enough. "Oh, God, oh, fuck, Eli," he sobbed. Forcing his eyes open, he looked down, because God, did he want to see.

  Ty was right about Elias's eight inches. His brown cock nestled next to Ty's pale one in Elias's tight fist was enough to have pre-come leaking out of his tip. Elias's dick wasn't only darker and longer than Ty's but wider as well. Ty wanted it in his mouth so badly he had to swallow past the saliva buildup, but he didn't want to move too much in case Elias came to his senses and changed his mind about this.

  "Yes," Elias whispered, using a thumb to rub Ty's pre-come along both their lengths, making it easier for him to slide his hand up and down. "Fuck, that's hot."

  "I gotta come," Ty whined.

  "I know, baby," Elias said, voice heavy. For some reason the endearment had little butterflies fluttering in Ty's stomach. "Gonna come for me now?"

  "Fuck, yes. Eli, harder."

  Elias took him at his word, tightening his grasp to the point of pain. Grabbing Elias's T-shirt, he brought him forward until their mouths were again locked together. Elias's free hand wound its way down the back of Ty's boxers—which were still half on his ass—his fingers lightly playing at Ty's taint.

  Ty tore his mouth away from Elias's. "Fuck, Eli."

  "Gonna come?" Elias asked again, the words sounding torn from his throat. Sweat dripped off them both, Elias's pre-come mixing with Ty's.

  "Yes. Please. Harder."

  Elias buried his face in Ty's neck, biting the sensitive skin between Ty’s shoulder and neck at the same time that he once again tightened his hand on their dicks.

  Ty lost it. One hand yanking on Elias's hair, nails of the other digging into Elias’s broad back, Ty bucked as fire took over his body and came all over Elias's fist.

  Elias was right behind, growling Ty's name into his neck.

  They stood there, slumped against the wall for a few minutes, trying to get their breathing under control until Elias lifted his head and said, "Yes," with a wrung-out voice that sounded like it came from the bottom of his reserves.

  "Yes, what?"

  "Yes, I'll stay the night."

  An orgasm, as it turned out, made Ty sleepy. Or it was possible he was tired from the move. Either way, he passed out, cuddled against Elias, almost as soon as Elias returned from cleaning himself up and using his finger and a bit of Ty's toothpaste in the bathroom to clean his teeth.

  Snuggled together in Ty's big bed, the cuddling told Elias this wasn't a one-time thing for Ty, and that made him feel a whole lot better about breaking his own rules. Actually, more like rule—singular. Namely to wait before jumping into bed with Ty, so they could get to know each other better. Ty had seemed to be on the same page.

  Too bad their libidos had other ideas. Oh well. No use dwelling on it. The deed was done, so to speak. It was the first time Elias had engaged in sexual activity of any kind and not felt awful afterward. He’d like to think that was because this wasn't a one-night stand. Ty's quick blindingly joyful smile when Elias had said he would stay the night was proof he was as invested as Elias himself.

  He dreamed of sex with Ty, of Ty tonguing him, licking up his length then back down until he reached Elias's testicles. Pulling one into his mouth with his tongue, sucking hard, he used his hand to squeeze Elias's shaft.

  "Fuck yes, suck me," he said in the dream.

  Ty obeyed. Abandoning his balls, he played with the tip of Elias's cock, licking underneath the rim, tonguing his slit. Hand massaging the skin between his balls, Ty bent forward and sucked him all the way in.

  Elias groaned loudly. Everything tightened, preparing to bust apart, heat lapping down his spine, curling his toes into the mattress. Ty hummed, and Elias woke up coming down Ty's throat, hands fisted in the sheets, screaming Ty's name.

  Ty cleaned him up with his tongue as Elias lay there, blinking dumbly into the bright Sunday morning sunshine, utterly spent yet invigorated at the same time. Ty kissed his way up Elias's body, paying close attention to his nipples then sucking gently on the skin of his neck. Elias ran his hand through Ty's soft hair and brought his head up so he could look at him.

  "Hi," Ty said, smiling. His hair was plastered to his head on one side and sticking straight up on the other. It made him look even more like the eighteen-year-old Elias kept thinking him to be. The morning stubble, however, bumped him up to, oh, about twenty-one.

  He should keep the stubble.

  "Hi," Elias said, smiling back at him. He cleared the sleep and sex out of his voice. "Can you wake me up like that every morning before I go to work?"

  Ty laughed and pecked him quickly on the lips. "I start work three hours before you," he pointed out, straddling Elias's stomach. "So really it would be you waking me up before work."

  Elias took in Ty's muscled torso, the sleep creases on his shoulder, the pink nipples, the tapered waist. His treasure trail was a darker blond than the hair on his head, and it arrowed straight down into curly pubes and a painful looking erection.

  "Gonna fuck me with that?" he asked.

  "Can I?" Ty asked, eyebrows winging up to his hairline, clearly surprised that Elias enjoyed being fucked as much as he enjoyed doing the fucking, but then Ty's shoulders slumped. "But I couldn't find the condoms. Or lube." He looked mournfully at something in the corner of the room. Elias followed his gaze to where a couple of boxes marked bathroom sat open next to the door.

  Hmm, no condoms? No lube? That was fine. They were gay men. There were workarounds.

  "Get up here, then," he said. "Fuck my mouth."

  Red spots stole over Ty's cheeks when he was really turned on—like last night—and they did so again now. Ty swore softly and readjusted himself over Elias's chest, legs splayed wide on either side of him. Elias opened up, letting Ty feed him his cock. Batting Ty's hand away, Elias grasped the base of Ty's dick and tongued the tip, giving him a proper tongue bath that had Ty sucking in a harsh breath through his teeth.

  Elias took him in, using a bit of teeth as well as tongue and lips. Judging by yesterday, Ty appeared to enjoy a bit of pain with his orgasm. Elias bit down—very, very gently—and it was enough for Ty to fall forward, forehead landi
ng on the arm braced along the top of the headboard.

  "Mother...fucking...shit," Ty gritted out through a clenched jaw.

  In this position, Ty's face was directly above Elias's. A muscle worked in Ty's jaw; his eyes squeezed shut. Inserting a finger into his own mouth next to Ty's salty dick, Elias got it good and wet before sneaking it behind Ty and fingering his ring. Once the muscles relaxed under his ministrations, he inserted his finger in one go and sucked hard on Ty's dick at the same time.

  Ty shook uncontrollably, so hard Elias thought he might hurt himself.

  "Eli," Ty said through a groan, thighs shaking against Elias's chest, hand fisted in the pillow by Elias's head. Above him Ty's eyes opened, ice blue desperately searching for something. "I need…"

  Yeah, Elias knew what he needed.

  Crooking the finger swallowed by Ty's hole, he found Ty's prostate and massaged it, letting his teeth come out to play on Ty's dick again. A flush stole up Ty's chest, and he came in Elias's mouth, come hitting the back of Elias’s throat. Elias swallowed reflexively, Ty trembling around him, babbling incoherently.

  "Fuck, Eli. God, I'm coming. I'm coming. Eli, fuuuuuuck, ungh…"

  Ty was still shaking long seconds after he finished exploding in Elias's mouth. Elias gently removed his finger then licked Ty's dick clean before letting it fall out of his mouth. The soft cock landed on his cheek. Ty didn't seem capable of moving, so Elias ran his hands up and down his thighs, soothing him back down.

  "Ty? Baby?"

  Ty swallowed hard.

  "You all right?"

  He was still shaking as he shifted off Elias and flopped sideways next to him. "Never...better." Even his voice shook.

  He was asleep thirty seconds later.

  Two hours later, they hit first a chain grocery store in Guelph—Ty didn't even have milk to go with his one cereal box—then a small café where they had a late brunch.

  "Did you know a banana is actually a berry?" Ty asked, apropos of nothing. "Says so right here." He slid his paper placemat—full of random food facts and pictures—closer to Elias. Elias's placemat had a fill-in-the-dots drawing, a tiny crossword, a word scrambler, a maze, and a spot-the-difference challenge.

  "So, it's really a bananaberry?" Elias asked.

  For some reason Ty thought that was hilarious.

  After dropping the groceries off at Ty's, they headed to the Starkey Hill Interpretive Trail for some snowshoeing. Of course, it took Ty all of five seconds to find his snowshoes and poles, and yet the lube and condoms were still MIA.

  But that was fine. They'd stocked up at the store.

  Elias brought his camera. It went everywhere with him anyway, but he'd been an idiot yesterday, leaving it in his car all day and then overnight in the cold. He was damn lucky it had turned on this morning.

  Landscape and wildlife photography were his passions, but he found himself distracted today by Ty's perfect face. Even in his ugly, poofy snowman coat he looked good enough to pounce on. He was a graceful angel on his snowshoes. By contrast Elias felt like an unbalanced bear. He kept forgetting to widen his stance so that he didn't step on his snowshoe frame with the other foot.

  "What are you doing?"

  Elias was on his back in the snow, camera held up to his face as he focused on a blue jay in a leafless tree above him. From below like this, it'd be a really cool shot, the bird's blue feathers stark against the dull brown tree branches. He could submit the photo to CanadaBirds—a sister magazine of CanadaTravels—for consideration. Zooming his lens accordingly and adjusting his manual settings, he tried to keep very still so the bird didn't get scared and take off. He wanted a bit of a blurry background so he set his f-stop to—

  —A nose pinked from the cold appeared in his viewfinder. He was so surprised he hit the shutter-release by accident. And when he saw the image that appeared on his monitor, he couldn't help but chuckle, sending the blue jay scurrying off.

  "What's so funny?"

  Elias turned the camera to show Ty. Ty peered at it, squinted, and said, "I look hot."

  It was a picture of his left nostril and part of his eye.

  Elias kept laughing.

  "Here, take a better one," Ty said and plopped down in the snow next to Elias.

  "Oh, no," Elias said. "I don't really get in front of the cam—"

  Ty had the picture taken before Elias could finish his sentence. Except none of the settings had been adjusted, so instead of a selfie of the two of them, Elias had a blurry picture of what might have been his own beard or maybe the tree trunk behind them.

  Ty cracked up.

  Elias took a picture of him like that, head thrown back, eyes half-closed, mouth wide, teeth glistening bright as the snow that had gotten into his hair. That way he'd have this moment forever and could always look back on it and remember how good it felt to be in that honeymoon phase of dating someone who felt about Elias the same way Elias felt about him, when everything was wonderful and new and fun.

  That carefree laughter was the best kind of kick in the gut. Without thinking twice about it, he moved in on Ty and kissed his still laughing mouth. Ty was still chuckling as he kissed Elias back, mouth cold, tongue warm. It took hardly any prompting from Elias for Ty to roll himself on top of him but Ty's coat was so slick that he landed on Elias and then slipped off him, landing on Elias's other side, which only made him laugh harder. His good mood was contagious, and Elias laughed with him until the snow started soaking into his jeans.

  "Come on, you goof," Elias said, getting up with difficulty. Stupid snowshoes. "Let's head back so we can get out of this cold."

  The wind chill was supposed to drop again overnight, and they could already feel it even though sunset was still three hours away.

  "Let's go winter camping," Ty said, standing much more nimbly.

  "What, now?"

  Never happen.

  "No, not now." Ty headed back onto the trail. Elias followed. "Next weekend?"

  "You have a birthday party next weekend," Elias reminded him, eyes on his feet so he didn't trip himself up again. "Plus," he continued, so that Ty didn't think he was angling for an invite, "I hate to break it to you...but I don't camp in winter."

  "Awww, but I wanna go camping with you."

  "Well, I wanna fuck you silly, so let's go do that instead."

  For the first time since they started snowshoeing an hour and a half ago, Ty fell flat on his face.

  It was Elias's fault entirely that the shower curtain ripped. Had the man not insisted that he needed to shower the day off him before they fell into bed, then Ty never would've followed him in there, lube and condom in hand.

  Chest-to-chest with Elias's hard body, hot water raining onto his back, steam billowing around them, Ty felt safely protected in a cocoon of warmth. Elias's mouth on his tasted so good, like the cinnamon apples he'd eaten as part of his brunch today. His hands were everywhere on Ty's body as they kissed, licking into each other's mouths without hurry.

  "You're so warm," Ty mumbled when Elias switched to kissing his neck. Ty ran his hands down Elias's back and pressed himself closer, craving Elias's heat.

  "We are in a warm shower," Elias pointed out between kisses.

  "Screw that logic. You're always warm."

  Elias snorted, but it was true. He gave off heat. It was incredible.

  Elias made his way down Ty's body, kissing and licking away the water droplets, driving Ty crazy in the process. Ty locked his thighs so he didn't fall, stomach clenching. He was drunk on lust, high on Elias. When Elias finally swallowed his dick, Ty hung on to the shower curtain for balance.

  Elias looked up at him, eyes wicked, his hand following the path his mouth took. He gave a savage twist at the tip, making Ty squeeze his eyes shut in pleasure and pain. Elias sucked him in again, all the way to the back of his throat, and Ty's every thought left him, travelling down his spine and into his hard-on.

  Elias gave one last suck and pulled off. "Turn around.”

 
No, God, Ty needed to come right now.

  "I know." Elias kept pumping his hand. Crap, had Ty said that out loud? "But I want to be in you when you do."

  Elias released him, and Ty turned on shaky legs. He hung on to the shower curtain with one hand and braced the other on the wall in front of him, opening himself up to Elias. Elias ran his hands from Ty's shoulders, down his sides, ending on his ass where he pulled the cheeks apart.

  "God, you're gorgeous," Elias said. Ty barely heard him over the sound of the water hitting the tub.

  "Just fuck me already," Ty said. He could barely breathe with how much he wanted this.

  There was the crinkle of the condom wrapper and then the snick of the tube of lube being opened. Yes, finally! Fuck, he couldn't wait to have Elias inside him for the first time. But instead of Elias's cock, it was Elias's finger pressing at his entrance and then through it, gliding in without resistance. Ty lifted his foot and rested it against the lip of the tub, giving Elias easier access.

  "Fuck," Elias growled. "I'm not going to last once I get in you."

  "Trust me," Ty said through a throat gone dry. "You won't be the only one who finishes fast."

  A second finger joined the first in Ty's ass. His entire body went taut, and he tried not to come too soon. Spread out like this, he felt sinful and wicked. And when Elias bit his butt cheek at the same time that he scissored his fingers, Ty cried out and bucked back against Elias's hand, fire blazing down his spine.

  Elias removed his fingers and squeezed the base of Ty's shaft, staving off his impending orgasm. Ty whimpered at the loss of stimulation.

  "I hate you," he said, voice rough.

  "Do you?" Elias said before the tip of his cock breached Ty's hole, rendering Ty mute and incoherent. The feel of Elias pushing his way inside him was both good and bad—good because Ty was desperate for him, and bad because Elias was purposely taking his goddamn time.

  "You better fuck me hard," Ty demanded.

  "Oh, I plan to," Elias said in Ty's ear once he was fully seated inside him, his front plastered against Ty's back. His breathing was just as harsh as Ty's. They stood still, getting used to each other. Every hard inch of Elias inside him was exquisite. Elias held him steady with one hand splayed across his abdomen. The other reached around and pinched his nipple.