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Sam sat at the bar of the Stardrop Saloon alone, just like he did almost every night, casting longing glances over at the game room. It was Friday night, the night when he should be playing pool with Sebastian while Abigail ran commentary or played Prairie King. He hadn’t seen either of them since they’d been home for Winter Star several months ago. Abigail was off living the adventure of her dreams with her new girlfriend, and Sebastian was settled into an apartment in ZuZu City. Both of them had gotten exactly what they wanted out of life. Meanwhile Sam was about to turn 30, still here in this tiny, middle of nowhere town, doing absolutely nothing with his life. He drained the rest of his beer at the thought, motioning for Gus to bring him another when his phone buzzed twice in quick succession. He pulled it out, sighing softly when he saw it was from Sebastian.

Sebastian: Hey, dude. Hope you’re okay. Wanted to remind you that my offer still stands.

Sebastian: Getting out of P Town really helped me. I think it could help you too.

Sam closed his eyes, trying to drive away the dull ache in his head. He didn’t want to have this conversation again. Before Sebastian had even moved, he wanted Sam to come live in the city with him. It had been a childhood dream that had grown with Sebastian into adulthood. But they weren’t children anymore. Sam couldn’t spend his days goofing around with his best friend, no matter how much he might have wanted to. He had responsibilities that he couldn’t get out of. Sebastian couldn’t seem to understand that.

Sam: Thanks. You know I can’t leave my mom though. She needs me.

It was his usual excuse, one that he’d given Sebastian time and time again. Sam’s dad had taken yet another tour. Kent had told them it was because it was what was best for their country, that he had an obligation to protect and serve, but Sam was fairly certain he just liked his life better without them. Sometimes, in his worser moments, he imagined his dad living a second life, with another family he actually adored. The thought didn’t even make him angry anymore. Kent was basically a stranger to him by this point. What he did or didn’t do with his life wasn’t of any concern to Sam.

The only good thing his father had ever done was give them Vincent. Sam loved that little dude more than he loved anything or anyone in his entire life. Not that Vincent was really little anymore. He was just starting high school at a very elite, very expensive boarding school outside of Grampleton, and he was excelling. Vincent had managed to get a scholarship, but it wasn’t enough to completely cover the costs of tuition and the room and board. Sam had to take more shifts at the JoJa Mart to help cover the extra costs. Even though he hated his job, it was worth it. Anything to make sure that Vincent had a good life ahead of him. Sam couldn’t stand the thought of him being stuck here like he was.

Sebastian: Whatever. Let me know if you change your mind.

Sam grunted in response to the message, completely aware that Sebastian couldn’t hear him. He wasn’t even going to bother texting him back. He was tired of having the same conversation over and over again. Actually, he was just tired in general, tired of his sucky job, tired of taking care of everyone in his life except for himself. He muttered a thank you to Gus as the other slid a beer his way. Was it his third or his fourth tonight? He’d lost count, and honestly, he didn’t care. Three, four, ten, it was all the same. It wouldn’t do much to fill that gaping hole inside him, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t valiantly try.

Raised voices behind him broke Sam out of his thoughts before he could spiral farther. He blinked, turning his head ever so slightly to get a glimpse of Elliott and Leah talking at one of the hightop tables behind him. He wasn’t sure what either of them were still doing in Pelican Town. He didn’t know them well, but he was pretty sure both of them had the means to move if they wanted to. It wasn’t like they had any family connections here, after all. Yet for some reason, both of them stayed. It was almost like they enjoyed living in the middle of nowhere. Sam snorted at the thought. Artists and their weird habits.

“Elliott, for a romance author, you really don’t get enough action,” Leah teased. Part of Sam felt bad for eavesdropping, especially when he realized they were talking about Elliott’s sex life, but what else was he supposed to do in a town this small? “You’re starting to get… is there a word for when you’re horny and angry? Horngry?”

Elliott let out an indignant little huff. “I do just fine, thank you very much,” he told her. Now that didn’t surprise Sam. Elliott was downright gorgeous. Tall, lean, and that hair . Not to mention that he was supposedly filthy stinking rich thanks to both his bestselling romance novels and his family’s inheritance.

“If you were doing “just fine” you wouldn’t be biting my head off every chance you got,” Leah replied matter-of-factly. Her voice lowered to the point that Sam had to strain to hear him. “ And you wouldn’t be looking at Sam like you’re starving and he’s a four course meal.” Color quickly spread across Sam’s cheeks. Wait, was that really what Leah had said? He hadn’t noticed Elliott staring at him before, but now that she mentioned it, he could feel Elliott’s eyes on his back. Sam swallowed the saliva quickly pooling in his mouth. This had to be a mistake. There was no way that Elliott could ever be interested in him.

“Alright,” Elliott admitted, the word nearly a hiss. “I’ll admit that I’ve been… wound a little tight recently, and I apologize.” He paused, and Sam exhaled. He hadn’t realized he’d even been holding his breath, not wanting any kind of sound to keep him from hearing the conversation behind him. “It’s just difficult to find a compatible partner when you have interests like mine. And I’m getting bored with always having to travel into the city.” Interests? What was Elliott talking about? Sam silently begged Leah to ask him for clarification.

“I’m sure there are tons of guys who’d be into you domming them.” Sam’s hand jerked when he heard Leah say that, knocking over his mostly fully glass of beer. He jumped back with a startled little yelp, his stool clattering to the floor. Great, now everyone was looking at him and his pants were soaked through. This was turning out to be an even better night than he expected.

“Sorry,” Sam quickly said to Gus, attempting to mop up his mess with the tiny drink napkin he’d been given. Gus gave him a small smile, grabbing a washcloth and beginning to wipe up the spilled drink.

“Hey, no broken glass, no problem,” Gus assured him, picking up the glass and adding it to the tub of dirty dishes. “Accidents happen. You want another? I won’t charge you.”

“Uh, no, I’m fine,” Sam stammered, glancing over to where Elliott and Leah were sitting. He accidentally met Elliott’s gaze, watching as the other’s scanned down his body, eyes lingering on his wet crotch. Sam quickly looked away, hoping Elliott couldn’t see how brightly he was blushing. “I’m just gonna pay my tab and get out of your hair before I cause any more trouble.” He quickly pulled out his wallet and paid what he owed, plus what he hoped was a reasonable tip. Ugh, he didn’t have that much cash left, and his paycheck was still a few days away. He pushed the thought to the side, unable to worry about that now. All he wanted was to get out of here as quickly as possible before he did something even more humiliating.

“Sure thing, kid. See you tomorrow.” Sam gave him a little half wave as he headed out the door. This time, he resisted the urge to look over at Elliott and Leah, even though he could feel them both still staring at him. Great. He was sure he’d return as the topic of their conversation now, and they wouldn’t just be talking about how Elliott was checking him out. Maybe he’d lay low for a couple of days, avoid the Saloon until people forgot about it. Drinking alone in his childhood bedroom, which really hadn’t changed since they’d moved in 20 years ago, would be a brand new low for him. He hadn’t realized that was even possible, and yet here he was. Always finding new lows to fall to.

The house was dark except for the light coming from the TV. His mom was laying on the couch, staring vacantly at an infomercial for some kind of weird mop. She didn’t even acknowledge his presence as he walked by her to get to his bedroom. Now that Vincent was off at boarding school, it was like she had lost her zest for life. Most days she didn’t even move from the couch, no matter how much Sam encouraged her. He couldn’t imagine how she’d act if he actually took Sebastian up on his offer and moved to the city. He pushed the thought out of his head, focusing instead on getting cleaned up and into bed. He had an early shift the next day, and he couldn’t be late. He already had two warnings. He couldn’t risk another one. Morris might actually fire him this time.

Sam pulled out his phone once he was showered and curled up in his slightly-too-small twin bed. He pulled up his favorite search engine, fingers hovering slightly above the keyboard as he considered what he wanted to type in. He’d given up on pornography months ago. It just didn’t satisfy him the way it had when he was younger. But Elliott’s conversation with Leah and the way he had looked at Sam stirred a heat inside him that he hadn’t felt in a long time. So instead, he typed “what is domming” into the search bar. He had a pretty good idea of what the results would be–he wasn’t completely stupid, and he’d seen a lot of porn–but it never hurt to make sure his intuitions were correct.

The search led him down a rabbit hole that kept him up half the night, and the next morning he had to literally run across town to make it to JoJa Mart on time. It was worth it though. There’d actually been a lot for him to learn, once he’d sifted through the porn and weird matchmaking sites. He couldn’t believe that Elliott, who always seemed so gentle and kind, could actually be into that . It made Sam realize that even though they’d lived in the same small town for over ten years, he really didn’t know Elliott at all.

Three days later, Sam found himself standing outside of Elliott’s immaculate beach side home. He wasn’t sure what had brought him here. Curiosity? Lust? His complete lack of shame? He hadn’t been invited. He didn’t even know if Elliott was home, or if he actually even had a passing interest in Sam. Maybe Elliott had just been ogling him because he was one of the only available men in town. He thought about turning back, about ignoring his impulses and getting back to his daily life. It might have been more tempting if his daily life hadn’t sucked so much. So he gave in and knocked on the door, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans as he waited for his fate.

He stood there so long that he wondered if maybe Elliott wasn’t home after all. Just as he turned around, Elliott opened the door. “Oh,” Elliott said, clearly surprised to see Sam standing there. “Hello, Sam. What can I do for you?”

Sam chewed on his lower lip, trying to decide if he was really going to go through with this. He supposed it was too late now that he was here and Elliott was staring at him expectantly. “I, uh, are you busy?” he asked, wincing at how stupid he sounded. He cleared his throat in an attempt to even out his tone. “I was hoping we could talk.”

Elliott perked up at that, his expression suddenly brightening. “No, I’m not busy at all. I was just answering a few emails, but I think I’ve accomplished enough for the day,” he replied. “Come in. Just make sure you take off your shoes. I try not to track sand everywhere, as impossible of a task as that may be.” He stepped out of the doorway as he spoke, allowing Sam to come through the door. Sam took off his shoes, carefully setting them on the rack next to Elliott’s. His Converses looked more ratty than ever next to Elliott’s leather wingtips. “Let’s move to the living room so we can chat. Would you like something to drink?”

Sam found himself nearly asking for a beer, just barely managing to stop the words before they came tumbling out. He probably needed to be sober for this. The drinking could wait until after. “Um, water would be great, I guess,” he muttered, following Elliott into the living room. The inside of the house was just as beautiful and pristine as the outside, and rows of bookshelves lined the walls of the living room, filled nearly from top to bottom with books. “Whoa. It’s like a library in here.”

Elliott chuckled, walking into the attached kitchen. “I have quite the soft spot for books,” he admitted, opening the fridge. “Would you prefer still or sparkling?”

“Huh?” Sam ripped his eyes away from the books to look at Elliott again.

“For the water.” Elliott grinned at him, holding two liter sized bottles of water. “Still or sparkling?”

“Sparkling is fine,” Sam told him, sitting down on the couch. It was a beautiful, brown leather. Sam skimmed his fingers along the surface, marveling at how smooth it was. He took the glass from Elliott when he brought it over to him, taking a sip in an attempt to calm his nerves. Elliott sat in the chair across from him, crossing his legs at the knee. “So…” Sam really didn’t know where to begin. How exactly did you ask someone you barely knew if they would dom for you? “I kinda overheard you and Leah talking at the Saloon on Friday.”

Elliott groaned, head falling back against the chair. He looked mortified. “Sam, let me apologize. Leah was exaggerating in how long my gaze lingered, I swear.” He looked Sam over, head tilting to the side. Sam watched the way it made Elliott’s hair shift across his shoulder. “Although I can’t promise I won’t admire you again, I can at least attempt to be more subtle about it. It was never my intention to make you feel uncomfortable.”

Sam let out a nervous little laugh, heat blooming across his face. “Thanks, I guess. But that’s not the reason I came here.” He toyed with his lower lip again, noticing how Elliott’s gaze seemed to zero in on his lips. “I actually wanted to discuss your… interests.” Elliott’s brow furrowed, his eyes quickly lighting up when he realized what Sam was referring to.

“ Oh .” Elliott smirked at him, clasping his hands around his knee. “If I had realized that was what you were interested in, I would have invited you over myself.” Sam glanced away from him, unable to meet his smoldering gaze. It still seemed to bore right through him. “Is this visit purely informational, or are you hoping to come to some sort of mutually beneficial arrangement?”

Sam’s mouth went completely dry, and he took another shaky sip of his water. He regretted going with sparkling. The bubbles weren’t combining well with his flip-flopping stomach. “The second,” he admitted, the words coming out softer than he expected. He forced himself to raise his voice back to a normal volume. “If you’re interested, I’d be willing to try. You, you know… doing that to me.” He swore Elliott’s smile was nearly predatory by this point.

“How could I ever deny such a gorgeous young thing?” Elliott asked with a dramatic sigh. Sam shifted to the edge of his seat, ready to do whatever Elliott asked of him. Apparently he looked too eager, judging by the way Elliott laughed. “My sweet, sweet boy, as much as I’d love to devour you right this instant, it’s not that simple. There are things we must discuss, and I prefer to at least have dinner with my subs before tumbling into a night of pleasure.”

“Things?” Sam slumped back against the couch, trying not to feel as disappointed as he felt. He needed release, both physically and emotionally, and he was hopeful that Elliott could give him both. “What kind of things?”

“A “no” list, for instance,” Elliott explained. “My no list, for example, is fairly short. I don’t share fluids with untested partners, I don’t do blades anywhere near my hair, and I don’t do gags.” That grin was back. “At least, not on me. I’m happy to gag you if that’s something you're interested in.” Sam felt his cock twitch at just the mention. He’d never tried it before, but he thought it might be something he was very interested in. “Other than that, I’m fairly open to going wherever the mood might take us. I have a variety of implements I like to use for my partner’s pleasure, depending on their preferences, and I’m always delighted to acquire new additions.”

“I…” Sam trailed off, his face flushing. How could Elliott speak like that without even batting an eye? Sure, they were alone, but they were basically strangers. Strangers who were apparently going to have hot, kinky sex together. “This is kind of embarrassing but… I actually don’t have a lot of experience. I’ve only ever been with one person. So I’m not really sure what kinds of things I like or don’t like. And…” Okay, this next admission was going to be an important one, considering what Sam was here asking for. “I’ve actually never like… bottomed or whatever. Is that going to be an issue?”

Elliott’s eyes widened, though he managed to keep the rest of his expression fairly composed. “Sebastian never wanted to top with you?” he asked. Sam let out a nervous little chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck. Was it really that obvious that Sebastian was who he was talking about? “How long has it been since the two of you broke up? Since he relocated to the city?” He paused, realizing he hadn’t actually answered Sam’s question. “And no, that’s not an issue for me. I appreciate your honesty, as it allows me to better plan what I would suggest for our first time together.”

Sam definitely wanted to hear more about that , but he had something he needed to clarify first. “So Sebastian and I were never actually like, a thing,” he explained, his face burning hotter. He hadn’t expected to get into all of this so soon. “There’s just not a lot to do around here, and we were young and horny. So we fooled around sometimes.” Elliott wasn’t the first to assume they were dating. Even his mom had been completely convinced they were a couple. They’d considered it, but with Sebastian wanting to move and Sam wanting to stay, a friend-with-benefits situation had been easier. “But I can still get tested. Dr. Harvey does that, right?” Elliott nodded, opening his mouth to reply, but Sam quickly cut him off. “Wait, how many partners have you had?”

Elliott arched his brow, attempting to hide his smile. “Is that a question you really want to know the answer to?” Sam considered it for a moment before nodding. Elliott was quite a bit older than him, or at least Sam assumed he was, and he seemed to be pretty adventurous. Sam assumed he’d had quite a few sexual partners. Elliott considered the question for a moment, tapping his fingers against his leg as he counted. The longer he took, the more nervous Sam felt. “Hm, let’s see. I believe when I last checked my count, it was around 57, give or take a few in either direction. I’ve been in a bit of a dry spell the last couple of years.”

Sam’s eyes widened comically. “You’ve slept with 57 people ?!” he gasped, hand flying up to cover his mouth. He hadn’t meant to have such a strong reaction. He swore he wasn’t a prude, but that seemed like a lot of people. Sam didn’t even know 57 people.

“It depends on how exactly you want to define “partners,”” Elliott said with a shrug. He didn’t seem embarrassed even in the slightest. “I enjoyed all of them in different ways. It didn’t always involve penetration. If they experienced an orgasm, then I add them to the count.” That only made Sam feel slightly better.

“If they did?” That seemed very specific. “What about you?”

“Pleasure isn’t always about reaching a climax.” Sam gave him a look of disbelief, and Elliott laughed. “Not to say I don’t enjoy indulging in one, but my main goal in these encounters is always my partner’s enjoyment. It’s never my own. If we decide to move forward, you’ll quickly learn that yourself.”

Sam frowned, feeling a little uncertain. He enjoyed savoring his partner’s climax. And he really enjoyed… “That’s not like, an always thing though, right?” Sam asked. Elliott blinked at him, waiting for him to go on. “Because, uh, one thing I always liked was when Se–” He caught himself before he said Sebastian’s name. Even though Elliott knew that’s who he was referring to, it didn’t seem right to state it so clearly. “My partner would… come on me. Like on my chest or face or whatever.”

Elliott chuckled, the sound coming from low and deep in his throat. “I’m certain that’s something we could arrange, sweet boy, if it would further add to your enjoyment. I think you’d look stunning painted in my release.” The thought had Sam’s mouth watering, and he found himself leaning in towards Elliott again.

“We could do that now, if you wanted,” he said, his earlier shyness apparently gone completely. “I guess you just shouldn’t get it in my mouth before we get tested or whatever, but I’d totally be down.”

“Needy boy,” Elliott scolded, clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth. Sam swore all the blood in his body rushed to fill his cock when Elliott called him that. “Be patient. Everything in good time.” He pulled out his phone, and Sam frowned when his attention was taken from him. “Are you free on Sunday? I’d like you to come over for dinner so we can get to know each other a bit better. That should give us enough time for the tests to come through, assuming Harvey can be quick about it, and iron out any other details.”

Sam swallowed thickly. Sunday. That wasn’t that far from now. He could wait until Sunday. “Yeah, I should be free then,” he told him, nodding slightly. “Just let me know what time. And if I can bring anything.” He really hoped he didn’t need to bring anything. He could barely cook a frozen pizza.

“Just yourself,” Elliott assured him, getting up and leading Sam towards the front door. Sam shivered when he felt the gentle pressure of Elliott’s fingertips at the small of his back. “Let me see your phone, darling.” Sam unlocked his phone before handing it to him without question. Elliott typed in his number, sending himself a text before giving it back. “I’ll let you know if I have any follow-up questions. You should feel free to text me as well.”

“O-okay,” Sam stammered, staring at the new message thread. He couldn’t believe this was actually happening. He felt like his heart was going to beat out of his chest. And his cock was throbbing . He was certain Elliott could see the bulge in his jeans, though the other had the decency to at least pretend he hadn’t noticed. “I guess I’ll see you on Sunday then.” He bent to slide on his shoes, attempting to subtly adjust himself in the process. It had been a long time since he’d been this worked up. He’d have to go down to the pier and calm down before he walked home.

“I suppose you will.” Elliott leaned against the doorway as Sam headed down the stairs, his eyes never leaving him. “I’ll be thinking of you every second you’re away. I hope you’ll be thinking of me as well.” Sam closed his eyes, letting out a soft groan. By the way Elliott laughed, Sam figured he knew exactly what he was doing to him. They’d only had one conversation, and Sam was already in trouble. He couldn’t imagine what Sunday would bring.

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Sam woke up Sunday morning feeling better than he had in a long time. Well, “woke up” probably wasn’t the right word, since he was fairly certain he hadn’t done much sleeping. He’d spent all night counting the minutes down until it was time to get up, too worked up by the idea of what was to come to get any actual rest. Maybe if he got up and was productive the day would go by faster. Part of him even wished that he had a shift that day; at least it would have given him something else to think about besides Elliott.

He spent the morning cleaning up the kitchen, making sure all the dishes were washed and the floor was mopped. It seemed like he was doing more and more of the housework nowadays. His mom had always prided herself on maintaining a sparkling clean house, even with two rambunctious boys. Now she left dirty dishes scattered all around, as if she didn’t even have the energy to bring them to the sink. It broke Sam’s heart every single time he saw it, but he couldn’t bring himself to say anything. So instead he just washed, dried, and put away the dishes and continued to pretend like everything was okay. 

Eventually Sam finished all the chores he could think of, at least without disturbing Jodi, who he assumed was still in bed. He flopped down on the couch and scrolled through the texts he and Elliott had shared over the past few days, reminding himself of the plan even though he knew it by heart by this point.

Elliott:

Hello, sweet boy. Does 6:30 work for dinner tomorrow?

Sam:

Hi! Yeah, 6:30 is great.

Are you sure you don’t need me to bring anything? Or do anything?

Elliott:

All you need to bring is yourself.

As for doing, I hope you’ll take the time to wash thoroughly before your arrival.

Sam:

Oh, yeah, okay, I can do that.

Sam resisted the urge to scroll up and read through more of their conversation. He’d told himself he wasn’t going to text Elliott every day. That had lasted all of about ten minutes. He was bored, lonely, and craving attention. If Elliott was willing to give it to him, he was going to take it. He was probably being too eager, too needy, but Elliott didn’t seem to mind. Elliott had called him a needy boy and it was true. Surprisingly, it didn’t make Sam feel guilty. He liked being a needy boy. He especially liked the thought of being Elliott’s needy boy.

He stared at his phone, as if doing so would summon a text from Elliott. He hadn’t heard from him today. Should he text him again now, to confirm their plans were still on? Elliott was probably awake, though he did seem to keep somewhat strange hours. One day, Sam hadn’t received a reply from him until nearly three in the morning. Sam hadn’t asked what Elliott had been up all night doing. It didn’t seem to be any of his business. Being needy he was fine with. Nosy, not so much.

Sam: 

We’re still on for tonight, right?

I’m gonna hop in the shower soon so I’m all nice and clean for you.

Is there anything specific you want me to wear?

He watched the screen after he hit send, waiting to see if the three dots would appear. Elliott was probably busy prepping for dinner or… actually, Sam wasn’t even sure what Elliott did all day. Write? That was probably the obvious answer, given his profession. He gave up waiting after a few moments, though his phone buzzed as soon as he shoved it into his pocket. He nearly dropped it in his fumble to get it back out. Oh, wait, that wasn’t Elliott. The text was from Sebastian.

Sebastian:

Yoooo Sammy you wanna game tonight? I’m finally free from that huge project I’ve been working on!

Sam toyed lightly with his bottom lip as he read through the message. Typical that Sebastian finally had time for him now that Sam had other plans. He brought up the keyboard, ready to respond, when he realized he didn’t know what to say. He didn’t exactly want to tell Sebastian that he had plans with Elliott, mostly because he wasn’t exactly sure what the plans were. Dinner, obviously, and then what? Sex? Sam certainly hoped so, but Elliott had never said it explicitly. Maybe they were just going to get to know each other better. Either way, it probably wasn’t any of Sebastian’s business.

Sam:

Can’t tonight. I’ve got plans.

Sebastian:

Plans? What kind of plans? With who? Did someone new finally move to town?

Sam:

They’re just plans. I do have other friends, you know.

Sebastian: 

Sounds sus but whatever. Have fun with your “plans.”

Sam wrinkled his nose, deciding not to answer him back. Literally any other night he would have been free and would have loved to game with Sebastian. They didn’t even have to game. Sam would have been thrilled just to actually talk to him over something other than text. He hadn’t realized how hard it would be to go from seeing his best friend every day to not seeing him at all. It had crushed his soul in a way that he’d imagined only a break up could.

Everything in this stupid, small town reminded him of Sebastian. Everything was filled with memories of their time together. He was sitting on the same blue couch he’d sat on with Sebastian when the other had made him watch all those fantasy sci-fi movies that had gone over Sam’s head. The couch where they’d first kissed when Jodi and Vincent had been out visiting Jas and Marnie. The couch where they’d sat nearly a year ago, when they’d both spoken at the same time and interrupted each other. Sam had been planning to finally tell Sebastian he loved him. Sebastian had told him he was moving to the city. Sam wished every day that he hadn’t let Sebastian speak first. This house, this town , was exactly the same as it had been then, a gut-wrenchingly painful reminder of the life he’d once enjoyed. Except Sebastian was gone. Sam was completely alone.

Sam didn’t know what to do, so he did the one thing Elliott had told him to do: shower. There was something weirdly sensual about cleaning himself so thoroughly and knowing that Elliott knew exactly what he was doing. It was enough to push all those swirling thoughts about Sebastian back into the deep recesses of his mind where he kept them. As he washed, he couldn’t stop thinking about how Elliott had asked him to do this. Well, Elliott hadn’t really asked as much as told , and the thought sent a shiver up Sam’s spine. He could already tell he wasn’t going to mind Elliott telling him what to do. He was tired of thinking, of making decisions. He needed someone to take over for him, even for a short amount of time. Maybe then he’d finally feel better. He got out of the shower, grinning when he saw messages from Elliott waiting for him.

Elliott:

Wear whatever’s most comfortable for you, darling. You’ll look absolutely stunning no matter what you wear.

Have you finished your shower? Were you thinking of me?

Sam let out a giggle so high he didn’t even recognize it as his own voice, and he quickly clapped his free hand over his mouth in an attempt to muffle it. He was going to have to get a hold of himself before he went over to Elliott’s. Otherwise, he had the feeling that he was only going to embarrass himself. It was hard to not get carried away when Elliott was flirting with him. Of course they’d flirted a little bit over the last few days, but this, this was far bolder. Or maybe thoughts of that evening had Sam wound too tight. It made him feel brazen enough to send his own flirty text back in response.

Sam:

I haven’t stopped thinking about you since I left your house.

If you’re asking if I touched myself, then no.

Wasn’t sure if that was allowed.

Elliott:

Look at you, so eager to be a good boy for me.

You can do whatever you want, darling. There aren’t rules outside of our time together unless you want them.

I’m happy to talk about it more tonight. Unfortunately, my hands are going to be quite busy here soon, so I won’t be able to text you back.

Sam:

Because you’re cooking or because you’re… you know…?

Elliott:

Because I’m cooking, you filthy little thing.

I’m going to have to teach you some manners.

Sam hadn’t realized that he’d been standing in the middle of the bathroom, dripping wet, until he realized he was shivering from the cold. He dried himself off, careful around his already hard cock. Regardless of what Elliott said, he felt bad jerking off now when he knew they’d be fooling around soon. He could wait. He could totally wait. He wrapped the towel around his waist, taking in a deep breath as he looked at himself in the fogged over mirror. 

Who was he kidding? He couldn’t wait. That would involve self control, which he had absolutely none of. He stuck his head out the door to the bathroom, checking that the coast was clear to rush across the hallway. Just as he was about to step out the door, he heard soft sobbing coming from the kitchen. The sound had him running to his room to throw on clothes, his arousal flagging almost immediately.

“Mom?” Sam called as he pulled a t-shirt over his head. He was in such a hurry that he stuck his arm through the head hole, but he managed to at least have it pulled down over his chest by the time he walked into the kitchen. Jodi was sitting at the kitchen table, her face buried in her hands as she quietly cried. Sam slid into the chair beside her, scooting close so he could wrap his arm around her shoulders. “Hey, mama, what’s up?” Jodi turned her head, burying her face against Sam’s chest.

“Vincent called.” Sam felt the hair on the back of his neck stand when she said that, barely able to get the words out between her sobs. Normally Vincent calling was the best part of her day. It was one of the few things that could actually make her act normal. A cold bolt of fear surged through him. Something must be wrong.

“Mom,” Sam said, guiding her face up so she was looking at him. “What happened to Vince? What’s wrong?”

“N-nothing,” Jodi told him, shaking her head. “He… he got into this engineering summer program, and he really wants to go.”

Sam let his hands drop into his lap as his heart settled back into his chest. He had no idea why she had scared him like–oh. He understood why she was so upset. Vincent wouldn’t be coming home, or if he did, it probably wouldn’t be for very long. That meant she’d still be stuck here with only him, her second choice kid. He didn’t even feel upset about it anymore. He just felt… numb. “That’s great,” he said, though his tone didn’t match the words. He cleared his throat, managing to make his voice a little more cheerful. “I mean, that’s really fantastic for him! It’ll be super cool for him to spend the summer away learning about all that stuff.” Sam wasn’t entirely sure what an engineer did, but he knew that it was a good job. That was enough to earn his stamp of approval.

“Sammy… the program is $4,700.” Jodi looked away from him when she said it. The other shoe had dropped. He knew that she couldn’t afford that on the amount of money Kent sent them every month. She needed him.

“That’s not that bad,” Sam replied, forcing himself to be optimistic. “I can help. I’ll try to pick up some extra shifts or something. Maybe I can clean gutters or do some yard work around here to make some extra money.”

“I thought Morris said he wouldn’t give you any more shifts.” Oh, right, because if Sam worked any more hours, he’d be a full-time employee, and Morris would have to start paying him benefits. Sam ran his fingers through his hair, tugging lightly at the damp strands.

“I’ll… figure something out,” Sam sighed, closing his eyes. Whatever he had to do to get Vincent into this program, he’d do it. He suddenly regretted all of the money he’d been wasting on beer and pizza at Gus’s. “You can cover some of it, right?” Jodi nodded. “And we can cut back on some stuff. I can… I’ll figure it out.”

Jodi’s shoulders sagged like Sam had lifted a weight off of them. “Thank you, Sammy,” she muttered, pulling him in for a hug. He awkwardly hugged her back. “Vince is going to be thrilled .”

“Uh-huh.” Sam swore he could physically feel the burden he was taking from her. Once again, everything was falling on him. Hopefully this wouldn’t be the time he finally buckled under the weight of it all. “So, um, I need to head out here soon. I’m not sure how long I’ll be gone. Do you want me to make you a sandwich or something?” Although he didn’t think they had any lunch meat left, he was fairly certain they at least had peanut butter and jelly. He made a mental note to grab things the next time he was at JoJa. His employee discount was miniscule, but they were going to have to start saving every penny they could if Vincent was going to go to this summer program.

Jodi shook her head as she stood. “No, I think I’m going to go lie down,” she told him, shuffling back towards her bedroom. Sam hated how she didn’t even ask him where he was going. She’d gotten what she needed out of him. He watched her go, the feeling of dread that had been building inside him growing stronger and stronger. How in the world was he going to pull this off? Groveling, maybe. That seemed to be the only way to get anywhere with Morris: complete and utter humiliation.

Sam sat at the table contemplating his life choices until he realized that it was nearly six o’clock and he was nowhere near ready. He quickly changed into a pair of dark wash jeans and a blue flannel. It wasn’t anything special–he didn’t really have a lot of spending money for clothes–but it did the job. Hopefully Elliott meant it when he said he thought he’d look good in anything. He spent the next several minutes fussing over his hair. He’d had Emily even out the layers a couple of years ago, and he’d let it get shaggy since then. It fell just past his chin in a thick, wavy bob. He managed to put half of it up in a knot, letting the rest hang around his face. It was either this or be late. Plus, it wasn’t like Elliott hadn’t seen him before. There were no surprises tonight, at least when it came to what Sam looked like. Elliott knew exactly what he was getting into.

Sam’s phone vibrated as he walked out of the house. He locked the door behind him before checking it, smiling when he saw it was from Elliott again.

Elliott:

I’ve left the front door unlocked for you. Come right in.

Sam:

👍

On my way now.

It was 6:30 on the dot when Sam let himself into Elliott’s home. The smell of food had his stomach growling loudly. He’d been so distracted today that he hadn’t had anything for lunch, and his body was definitely letting him know it was unhappy about it. He took off his shoes before heading deeper into the house, letting his nose lead him to the kitchen. He found Elliott at the island carefully layering two bowls full of food. His long, auburn hair was up in a tidy bun, with two strands hanging down to frame his face. Sam wasn’t sure if his mouth was watering from the thought of food or Elliott. Both looked equally delicious.

“Hey, Elliott,” Sam greeted, lifting a hand in a nervous little wave. Elliott glanced up at him, a smile breaking across his face.

“Sam! You’re right on time,” Elliott hummed, sprinkling some kind of chopped herb on top of each of the bowls before going over to wash his hands. “I hope you're hungry.” Sam’s stomach gurgled loud enough for Elliott to hear, and he laughed. “I believe that’s answer enough. Come, sit with me.” He led Sam over to the dining room table, which was already set for the two of them, wine glasses and all.

Sam sat in the seat Elliott motioned to and looked down at the food Elliott placed in front of him. Shrimp, a variety of carefully chopped vegetables, with some kind of green sauce on top. He picked up his fork and carefully poked at it as Elliott filled his wine glass. There was some kind of weird, round grain underneath that didn’t quite look like rice. “What’s this?” When he looked up at Elliott, the other was giving him an amused grin.

“Quinoa. Have you never had it?” Elliott asked, sitting in the seat adjacent to Sam after filling his own glass.

Sam shook his head, taking a small bite. It was much better than he had been expecting. Whatever that green sauce was, it had an herby kick to it. “Oh, that’s really good,” he said, shoving a larger bite into his mouth. “I’m guessing you like to cook?”

“It’s one of my favorite hobbies,” Elliott told him, sipping at his wine as he watched Sam eat. He extended his long legs under the table, catching Sam’s attention when his foot brushed against Sam’s. Sam found himself savoring the contact, and he adjusted his own legs to prolong it.

“But not eating?” Sam tilted his head towards Elliott’s bowl, which remained untouched. He looked from the food to Elliott to the glass of red wine in his hand, and then back to Elliott again, studying his face. Elliott looked exactly how Sam remembered him looking ten years ago when Elliott had first moved to town. It was like he hadn’t aged a single day. If anything, Elliott had only gotten more gorgeous. The next question came tumbling out of his mouth before he could think to stop it. “You’re not like a vampire or something, right?”

For a second, Sam thought he might have offended him, but then Elliott laughed, his head falling back as the sound shook his entire body. “Oh my sweet boy,” Elliott said, still chuckling even as he shook his head. “I suppose you have a type, don’t you?” Sam blushed at the obvious reference to Sebastian. He’d definitely joked that his friend was secretly a vampire multiple times, mostly because he stayed up half the night… which, now that he was thinking about it, was a trait Elliott and Sebastian shared. But he’d known Sebastian most of his life and had seen him physically mature over time.

“You didn’t answer my question,” Sam said in reply, licking a bit of dressing off his fork as he held Elliott’s gaze. Elliott’s eyes followed the movement.

“No I’m not,” Elliott finally assured him. He put down his glass of wine, reaching for his silverware instead. “I just enjoy watching you eat.” Sam quickly glanced away at that, his ears burning. “Although I’m happy to bite if you’d enjoy that.” His tone was light, teasing, but Sam got the feeling the offer was real. He tried not to linger on images of Elliott digging his teeth into his neck or shoulder, instead focusing solely on the food in front of him.

“I’ll, uh, keep that in mind I guess,” Sam muttered, attempting to seem as unfazed as Elliott. The hard on he’d been nursing all day was quickly making a reappearance, no matter how many shaky breaths he took.

“Are you alright?” Elliott’s voice was filled with a soft concern that actually seemed genuine. He placed a hand on Sam’s arm, though he pulled away when it caused Sam to tense. Guilt pooled in Sam’s stomach. He’d clearly given Elliott the wrong impression. He didn’t tense because he was uncomfortable with Elliott touching him. He was just a bundle of raw nerves that could spark at the slightest touch.

Sam took a deep breath before speaking. “Yeah, I’m alright,” he promised, taking Elliott’s hand in his own. “I’m sorry. All of this is just so new for me, so I’m kinda nervous. But not in a bad way, I swear.”

Elliott smiled at him, his thumb skimming over Sam’s knuckles. “You do seem tense,” he agreed, slowly nodding like he was considering something. “I believe I have just the thing for that, once we’ve finished enjoying our dinner.” Sam perked up at that, his eyes wide and eager.

“I can be done now,” Sam said, glancing down at his half-eaten bowl. That was rude, considering that Elliott had gone through the trouble of preparing all of this for him. Once again, his mouth had gotten ahead of his brain. “Or, er, I mean…” There was probably no way to come back from that. Luckily, Elliott didn’t look upset with him.

“Eat,” was all Elliott said in response, and Sam returned to his food without questioning him. He tried not to wiggle in his seat as his excitement got the best of him. The silence between them was charged with his anticipation.

Sam looked at Elliott as he finished his last bite, licking the remnants off his lips. “I do really appreciate you cooking for me,” he told him, watching as Elliott continued to eat. “It’s been a long time since I had something besides frozen food or sandwiches.”

“I’ve heard your mother is a lovely cook,” Elliott said, tilting his head ever so slightly.

“She’s great,” Sam agreed. He opened his mouth to go on before hesitating. He wasn’t sure how much he wanted to reveal about his current home life tonight. The last thing he wanted to do was kill the mood. But Elliott was looking at him so attentively, and Sam desperately needed to talk to someone. “She doesn’t really cook anymore. She doesn’t really do anything anymore, other than lay around. Ever since Vince left it’s like she just gave up. I try to keep the house going but I don’t know how to cook or do any of those things, so we pretty much just eat frozen stuff that I get at work.”

“No wonder you’re so tense,” Elliott replied, his voice soft and soothing. Sam let out a long, loud breath. Yeah, no wonder. “Here. Let me help you.” Elliott stood, taking both of Sam’s hands as he led him down a back hallway. It led into several rooms. Sam spotted a bathroom and what looked to be an office before Elliott pulled him into a bedroom. “Wait here. I’ll be right back.” He disappeared further down the hall, leaving Sam perched on the edge of the bed.

Sam wasn’t sure what to do, so he just sat there, nervously wringing his hands in front of him. It felt like Elliott was gone for hours, though in reality it was only a few minutes. Elliott returned with a small toiletry bag tucked under his arm. He’d removed his jacket, showing off the white button up and rust colored suspenders he’d been wearing underneath. Sam watched as Elliott carefully rolled his sleeves up to his elbows, his nervousness quickly morphing into excitement.

“Take your shirt off,” Elliott told him as he moved to the second sleeve. Sam looked down at himself, hesitating briefly. He’d figured he’d have to get undressed at some point, but he’d been hoping it would be in dimmer light or at least in a moment of passion and not in full light with Elliott watching him. His body had changed as he got older, and the pizza, beer, and mostly sedentary lifestyle he’d recently taken up hadn’t helped him any. He curled his fingers around the hem of his flannel, trying to work up the courage to actually pull it over his head.

Elliott had finished rolling his sleeves up and was rifling through the bottles he had brought with him. He glanced over at Sam, sensing his hesitation. “Darling, you’ve got nothing to be ashamed of,” he told him, taking a few steps closer. “But if it would make you feel more comfortable, I can turn around.”

“No,” Sam said, quickly shaking his head. He’d already given Elliott enough mixed signals tonight. He’d known that coming over here probably meant getting naked in front of him. He’d already decided that he was going to do it. He jerked his shirt over his head before he could overthink it, letting it fall to the floor.

Elliott’s eyes skimmed over him, and he let out a low, appreciative little hum. “ Perfect . Now lay on your stomach and make yourself comfortable.”

Sam nodded, crawling further up into the bed so he could do as Elliott asked. The bed was huge compared to his tiny twin bed at home, and for a moment he just enjoyed being able to fully stretch out. He took in a sharp breath as he felt Elliott straddle him, the other sitting on his backside.

“Shhh,” Elliott soothed, his hands playing up Sam’s back to rest on his shoulders. Sam’s skin tingled where Elliott touched him, like he had some kind of oil on his fingers. “Just enjoy while I take care of you.” Sam closed his eyes, burying his face in his crossed arms as Elliott expertly kneaded at his muscles.

Whatever was on his hands burned a little, but in a way that was more pleasant than painful. As Elliott leaned forward, his thumbs skimming along the line of his shoulder blades, the hard ridge of his length pressed against Sam’s backside. Sam whimpered softly at the feeling, fingers curling into the comforter. He wanted to move, to grind down against the bed and attempt to get some friction, but Elliott had his hips trapped against the bed. When Sam tried to shift, Elliott tightened his legs around him to keep him in place.

Sam had read that there was often some physical domination in these kinds of situations, and he’d been skeptical on how Elliott could exert that kind of control over him. Although Elliott was a few inches taller, Sam figured he had at least 50 pounds on Elliott. Then Elliott had pinned him down so effortlessly that Sam hadn’t even realized what was happening until it was too late. It had his heart beating faster and faster until he thought it might pound out of his chest, but it was from excitement, not fear. He was absolutely loving the way Elliott was overpowering him, making him feel helpless but also safe. It was a confusing mix of emotions that Sam was having trouble wading through, especially as each push of Elliott’s hands stoked the arousal building in his gut.

“Elliott.” The word turned into more of a moan as Elliott worked a knot in his lower back. He hadn’t realized how tense he was until Elliott had started massaging him. He felt relaxed, pliant, and needy under the other’s skilled hands. “P-please. Don’t tease.”

“Tease?” Elliott asked, leaning forward. “I was unaware I was teasing you, sweet boy. I can stop.” He adjusted his position, no longer pressing his hips down into Sam. Sam whined more loudly than he really meant to at the loss of contact.

“That’s not what I meant,” Sam huffed. His cock was throbbing by this point, and the position had the zipper of his jeans digging into it painfully. He desperately needed something, anything. He tried to rock down against the bed, but Elliott firmly held him in place. So he tried asking again. It was sad, really, how quickly Elliott had him begging. “Elliott, please . I… I need you. It hurts .”

Elliott stopped prodding at the knot he’d been working on, letting his hands rest flat on Sam’s back. “If I’m hurting you, I can stop,” he hummed as his hands slid back down again, until they were right above Sam’s waistband. “Would you like me to stop?”

“N-no,” Sam stuttered. He wished he could see Elliott’s expression or read his body language. Did Elliott realize what he was doing to him, or was Sam just overreacting to finally getting some physical attention?

“Use your words, darling,” Elliott told him, thumbs rubbing circles in the small of his back. Sam whined, squeezing his eyes shut. “Tell me what you need me to do.”

Sam desperately searched his brain for any kind of coherent thought and came up short. What did he want? How bold could he be with his request? “I need you,” he decided to say, the words forming around quick breaths. He spoke his next request quickly, wanting to get it out before he lost his nerve. “Want your cock, please , Elliott. I’ll… I’ll do whatever you want.” He would. Whatever dignity he’d been trying to scrape together was completely gone by this point. He was nothing but a puddle of molten hot need.

This time, Elliott’s chuckle was lower, darker. He didn’t respond, instead moving to work at the knot again. He shifted his position to reach it more easily, and with each forward push his hips rocked against the swell of Sam’s backside. Sam moaned loudly, quickly attempting to muffle it in his arms. That hadn’t been what he had meant, and Elliott likely knew it, but it was enough for now. Each roll of Elliott’s hips pushed Sam’s own against the bed, causing pleasure to shoot down Sam’s spine. He could feel himself hurtling towards his release, and he writhed under Elliott, attempting to stop the friction before he came too quickly. Elliott placed a hand flat against his back, pinning him down more forcefully. It was enough to send Sam over the edge, his cock kicking against the confines of his pants as he came all over himself. Sam bit into his arm, muffling his cry of pleasure as relief surged through him.

Sam realized what had happened as soon as Elliott’s hands stilled. He buried his face in his arms, embarrassment making his skin burn. No, no, no, this wasn’t happening. He definitely hadn’t just come in his jeans like he was a teenager. He was a grown man who was supposed to have some sort of control over himself, or at least enough control to not immediately climax as soon as a hot guy started giving him a massage. He felt Elliott push at his sides, encouraging Sam to roll over, but Sam refused.

“Sam.” The word was so warm and affectionate that Sam couldn’t help but peek out at Elliott over his fingers. At least Elliott didn’t seem upset. He was still smiling at him. “Darling, it’s okay. You don’t have to be embarrassed. I could tell you needed that.” Elliott nudged him again. “Let’s get you out of these soiled clothes.”

Sam had to admit that his damp jeans were uncomfortable, but he still felt too shy and ashamed to let Elliott see him. “I’m really sorry,” he told him, sighing heavily. “I didn’t mean to cut our night so short.” Elliott tilted his head, brow furrowing. Sam watched as something seemed to click, and Elliott laughed.

“Oh my poor, sweet boy. Is that why you’re so upset?” Elliott asked, running his fingers through Sam’s hair. “What a tragic life you’ve lived, if your dalliances have only ever involved one orgasm.”

Sam turned to look up at him fully, blinking slowly. “Wait… you mean we’re not done?” His cock twitched at the thought, like it wasn’t quite done either. Elliott grinned at him.

“Only if you want to be, darling.” This time when Elliott attempted to roll him over, Sam let him. Elliott deftly undid Sam’s jeans, shimmying them down his legs before tossing them off the side of the bed. “You’re young and virile. I’m quite certain I can work at least two or three more orgasms out of you.”

Sam nearly choked on his own saliva at that. “Two or three ?” he repeated once he finally got himself to stop coughing. Elliott was giving him that amused look again, like Sam had been living under a rock or something. “I’m gonna need like… at least half an hour before I can go again.” And that was probably being ambitious.

“We’ll see about that,” Elliott replied, the smile never leaving his face. He curled two fingers around the waistband of Sam’s boxers, tugging at it lightly. “But if you’d prefer to be done for the evening, we can move to alternate activities. It wouldn’t upset me at all.”

Sam looked up at him, trying to decide if Elliott was being genuine. He had felt Elliott’s own arousal against his backside. Judging by the bulge in his slacks, it hadn’t flagged at all since then. He knew Elliott had told him that he typically wasn’t concerned about his own release, but Sam was. He needed to know he had given Elliott pleasure too, that he wasn’t just taking from him. And honestly, he wanted to see if Elliott could be true to his word and make him come again and again.

“No,” he finally said, shaking his head. “I don’t want to be done. I want to keep going, Elliott. I want you to…” He took a deep breath. “I want you to do whatever you want with me. As long as you get off at least once.”

Elliott laughed, leaning down to brush their noses together. “Such a sweet, considerate boy,” he teased, the words coming out warm against Sam’s lips. Sam grinned up at him, enjoying both Elliott’s compliments and his attention. Elliott seemed to catch on quickly. “So gorgeous too. I can’t wait to worship every single inch of your magnificent body.” Sam blushed and attempted to look away, but Elliott caught him by the jaw. “I mean that, Sam. I find you incredibly attractive.” His grip on Sam’s jaw tightened until it was nearly painful, and Sam’s mouth fell open in a gasp for breath.

“Th-thank you,” Sam stuttered, unsure of what else to say to that. He wasn’t sure if he believed Elliott, no matter how much he wanted to. “You’re super hot, Elliott. I mean, you’re like, unbelievably attractive.”

Elliott made a pleased little sound, his grip on Sam’s face loosening slightly. Sam found himself missing the firmness, and the thought had him blushing all over again. He distracted himself by pulling Elliott down for a kiss. Sam had kissed exactly two people before: a girl from his high school (Sara? Skylar? he honestly couldn’t remember her name anymore) and Sebastian. He and Sebastian had made out so frequently that kissing was one of the only things he had any confidence in. Or at least, he’d had confidence until Elliott.

Elliott made him feel like he’d never kissed anyone else in his life. He claimed Sam with his lips and tongue, dominating the kiss as effortlessly as he had pinned Sam to the bed. Sam attempted to fight him for some sort of control, but Elliott overpowered him easily. Sam gripped at the back of Elliott’s shirt as the other nipped and sucked and licked at him in ways that Sam hadn’t realized were possible. Sam forced himself away when his head began to spin. As he sucked in a greedy breath he realized he’d completely forgotten to breathe.

“I’d ask if you enjoyed that, but I’m familiar with my reviews.” Elliott winked at him, though his voice wasn’t as calm and collected as it had been before. Sam could see some of his control slipping.

“Y-yeah,” Sam managed to reply, swallowing thickly. Elliott leaned forward, capturing Sam’s lower lip between his teeth and nibbling at it lightly. Sam groaned against him, hands sliding down Elliott’s back to tug his shirt free from his slacks. “It’s really not fair that you’re still dressed.”

Elliott gave his lip one more little bite before pulling away. “I find it helps me keep all my focus on you,” he told him, pressing a kiss to Sam’s jaw. “Skin on skin contact can be too distracting when…” He paused, catching himself. “Never mind. It’s not important.”

Sam frowned, brow furrowing. “When what?” he asked curiously, hands still gripping at the bunched fabric. He had been so open and honest with Elliott. He didn’t know why the other felt like he couldn’t do the same. “You can’t make me come in my pants and then think that I’m going to judge you . I mean seriously, Elliott, you could have already shamed me so hard and you didn’t. Do you really think I’m gonna forget that?”

Elliott laughed softly, a bit of pink tinging his cheeks. There was something he was embarrassed about. “I suppose when you put it that way,” he said with a little sigh, trailing his fingers down Sam’s stomach. They stopped dangerously close to his already hardening cock. “It just occurred to me that it has, in fact, been a while since I’ve been intimate with someone.”

Sam wanted to laugh. That was what Elliott was embarrassed to tell him? “So?” he asked, tilting his head. “It’s been a while for me too. Since before… well, before you-know-who moved.” Sebastian had tried to initiate things with him when he’d been home from Winter Star, but Sam had refused him. He hadn’t really been in the mood to fool around knowing how hard it had already been when Sebastian had left. “How long are we talking about here?”

“Longer than that,” Elliott admitted, his blush darkening. Sam thought it made him look even sexier. “It’s been a dry couple of years. I’ve been focusing on work, so I haven’t had much time to invest in finding an appropriate partner.”

“Ah, so when Leah said you were looking at me like you were a starving man, she really meant it.”

Elliott huffed, a stray strand of hair fluttering up from his face. “I’m going to kill her for saying that,” he muttered, shaking his head. His tone was playful though, and he was smiling again. “Although if she hadn’t, I’d be alone tonight instead of with you, so I suppose she’s owed some credit.”

Sam nodded, sliding his hand around to slowly start working his way down the buttons on Elliott’s shirt. “It sounds like maybe we should focus on you then,” he hummed, glancing up at Elliott from under his lashes. “You know, so you stop being so distracted.”

Elliott caught Sam’s wrist in his hand as he slid the fourth button free, keeping him from reaching the next. “Oh, don’t worry, darling. You’ve yet to see just how patient I can be.”

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Elliott was right. Sam had absolutely no idea how patient he could be. More patient than Sam, though that wasn't saying much. He exercised control over himself so much in his daily life that when it came to the bedroom, he desperately needed to let go. With Sebastian, that had meant quick, sloppy rounds with some light kissing afterwards; foreplay was always left for round two, when they had a bit more time. With Elliott, letting go meant being literally tortured. Though Elliott claimed him with a kiss so hot that it bordered on feral, his hands explored Sam’s body at a frustratingly slow pace. Sam gripped him tightly as he focused on trying to remember to actually breathe this time. It was like a game of who would break their kiss first, and Sam was determined to be the victor this time. When Elliott pulled away from him after a long, heady moment, Sam couldn’t help but grin.

“If kissing pleased you that much, then I’m about to make you very happy,” Elliott muttered, his smirk making Sam’s grin falter. He may have won this small battle, but Elliott was making it incredibly clear that he was far from winning the war. Elliott dipped his head, trailing hot, open mouthed kisses down Sam’s neck and chest.

"Ell-i-ottttt," Sam whined, breaking up each syllable as Elliott sucked his nipple into his mouth. The slow kisses and touches were driving Sam absolutely wild with desire, but somehow, Elliott still didn't seem to be in a hurry. Part of Sam worried that Elliott wasn't actually into this, that he didn't want Sam the way Sam so desperately wanted him. At least, that’s what he thought until Elliott shifted to grind the hard ridge of his cock down against Sam's thigh. It was like he was taunting Sam, reminding Sam that Elliott could wait, while it was becoming clearer and clearer that Sam couldn't.

Elliott pulled away with a little pop, licking his lips as he smirked up at Sam. "Something wrong, darling?" he asked, as if he hadn't just been working Sam up into a frenzy. He slipped his hand down, teasing his fingers along the waistband of Sam's boxers. "You're not about to make an even bigger mess of yourself, are you?" Sam went beet red at that, quickly averting his eyes from Elliott. He didn't think he'd come again untouched, but it had been a while since he'd gotten this much attention. Actually, he didn't think he'd ever gotten this much attention.

"N-n-no," Sam stuttered. He managed to meet Elliott's gaze again, holding it as he continued. "Unless you want me messy. Then I probably could." Elliott laughed loudly, dipping his head down between Sam's pecs to muffle the sound.

"As delightful as that would be, I'd rather spend this time cleaning you up," Elliott hummed. He hooked a finger around the waistband of Sam's boxers, freeing his cock with one quick tug. Sam inhaled sharply when he was suddenly put on display, especially since Elliott was really taking the time to look him over. His gaze was so hot that Sam swore he could feel it as it hungrily swept over his now naked body.

Elliott finally looked up again, making a soft tsking sound as he shook his head. "Just look at you," he said, tone edging on scolding. "You're filthy ." The word sent another sharp bolt of arousal down Sam's spine, and all he could do was whimper in response. He could already imagine how good it was going to feel to have Elliott's mouth wrapped around him. If their kiss was any indication, Elliott was incredibly good with his tongue.

"I'm sorry," Sam replied, even though he wasn't. But Elliott was looking at him like he expected Sam to say something, so he did. Anything to get Elliott’s mouth on him faster. "I'll try to be better next time." That part was true. He wanted to be good for Elliott, to do everything the other wanted from him.

"It's alright, little one," Elliott assured him, leaning up to press a soft kiss to his lips. "It's your first time. I know you can be a good boy." Sam's breath caught when Elliott said that, and the exhale came out as more of a moan than he’d meant it to. Elliott immediately noticed. Sam could tell by the way his smirk returned. "Oh, you enjoyed that, didn't you? Being called my good boy."

"Yes," Sam groaned, unable to help himself. He desperately wanted to be Elliott’s good boy. He wanted Elliott to fully take control so all he had to do was whatever Elliott told him. "Yes, please. I'll do whatever you want. Just tell me what you want me to do, and I'll do it. Anything." He was putting a lot of faith in someone he barely knew, but it wasn't like Elliott was a complete stranger. Even if he had been, what did Sam have to lose? Nothing, absolutely nothing. His words lingered in the air for a moment as Elliott considered them. Right when Sam thought he was about to explode from embarrassment, that slow, easy smile spread back across Elliott’s face.

“Lay your head back and close your eyes.” It was so simple and said so softly that Sam thought at first he must have misheard Elliott. Elliott looked up at him, arching a brow. “Or were those only words?” Sam blushed, letting his head fall back against the bed. He quickly closed his eyes, his breath coming faster as he felt Elliott shift down his body and then suddenly, he was gone. Sam resisted the overwhelming urge to open his eyes and search for the other. He could do this. He could trust Elliott and be his good boy.

“Good boy .” The words were whispered so close to Sam’s ear that he jolted at the suddenness of them. Elliott chuckled, the tip of his nose tracing the shell of Sam’s ear. “I was wondering if I might need to blindfold you, but you’re proving yourself quite capable of following my directions.” Elliott moved away from him again, and after a few moments, Sam felt him climb onto the bed near his feet. “Have you ever been blindfolded before, darling? I find it elevates your other senses to intoxicating levels.”

Sam shook his head in response, sure Elliott could see him even if he couldn’t see Elliott. He could feel his eyes on him. Elliott’s weight shifted to between Sam’s legs, and Sam hurriedly spread them as wide as he comfortably could. “No, I’ve never. It was always, uh, pretty straightforward before.” Anticipation was building hot in his gut. He curled his fingers into the sheets in an attempt to keep himself from squirming. He had a feeling that Elliott wanted him to be still, even if he hadn’t said it aloud.

Sam opened his mouth to say something else, but words quickly left him as Elliott licked over his perineum. “Elliott!” he gasped, unable to keep his hips from bucking up off the bed. Elliott laid one arm across Sam’s hips, keeping him down against the bed as he sucked one of his balls into his mouth, expertly licking up the cum drying there before moving to do the same to the other. Sam fisted the sheets, breath coming in ragged pants as he fought to keep himself still.

“See what I mean?” Elliott asked, his breath warm against Sam’s aching cock. “ Intoxicating .” He slowly ran his tongue up the underside of Sam’s cock, pausing to suck up the precum dribbling from the tip. “You can open your eyes now, darling.”

Sam opened his eyes and quickly wished he hadn’t. Seeing Elliott lounging between his legs with the head of Sam’s cock in his mouth was one of the sexiest things he’d ever seen in his entire life, and it immediately spiked his arousal to near uncontrollable levels. “Elliott, wait, I’m–” He trailed off in a moan as Elliott sunk down around him, engulfing his cock in the warm, wet heat of his mouth. He was hurtling towards his release by this point. Elliott either didn’t know or didn’t care, and Sam didn’t have anywhere near enough mental capacity to tell him. Elliott bobbed his head once, twice. Sam could nearly see the tidal wave of his release, ready to crash over him, and then suddenly, Elliott pulled away.

“What was that?!” Sam exclaimed, pushing up onto his elbows so he could look down at Elliott, who had that smug look on his face again . “I was right there!”

“I know,” Elliott said simply, clearing his throat when the words came out a little raspy. “Did you think they’d all be easy?” He studied Sam’s expression, laughing lightly. “I suppose you did.” Sam sighed, flopping back against the bed. Well, at least he didn’t have to worry about coming too quickly this time. He could already feel that wave of pleasure withdrawing to more of a tingle. “Don’t pout. I promise it’ll be worth it.” Elliott pressed a kiss to the inside of Sam’s thigh, though he pulled away quickly. “...Is that a slice of pizza on a skateboard?”

Sam jerked back up into a sitting position, heat flushing his cheeks and chest. He’d completely forgotten about that stupid tattoo. It wasn’t like he saw it very often. He’d purposefully put it on the inside of his thigh to make sure no one saw it, including him. “Uhhhhh yeah,” he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. “I made the mistake of telling Sebastian I’d do anything for a slice of pizza from Joe’s in the city.”

“That explains why it says “do it for the pizza.”” Elliott skimmed the pad of his thumb over the small, messy letters. Sebastian hadn’t been willing to spring for more than a mediocre tattoo artist. Sam considered himself lucky that it wasn’t worse.

“It wasn’t worth it,” Sam said with a nervous little chuckle. “I didn’t realize I shouldn’t wear boxers, so I just had a towel over my junk. And…” He trailed off, dragging his hands down his face. He couldn’t believe he was about to tell Elliott this, but he couldn’t stop the words from bubbling out. Something about Elliott turned him into an open book. “I uh, didn’t realize how sensitive I am there, so I was sporting a massive boner the entire time.” He hadn’t gotten any sympathy from Sebastian, who’d teased him about it the entire time and for weeks after. “He did buy me a whole pizza at least.”

“I would hope so,” Elliott laughed, shaking his head affectionately at him. He sat up a little, angling the forearm that was across Sam’s hips so he could see the underside. He had the most beautiful, intricate quill pen tattoo Sam had ever seen across the length of his arm. That was definitely no $50 special. It fit the flow of Elliott’s body perfectly enough that he could have been born with it. “My experience wasn’t quite that traumatizing, but it did take forever .”

“That’s incredible,” Sam replied, brushing his fingers along the curl of the feather. Part of him expected to feel texture, but Elliott’s skin was perfectly smooth. Meanwhile, Sam still had ridges that hadn’t healed, even though it had been ten years. “I can see why it took so long. That thing looks real.”

“I’m quite fond of it,” Elliott agreed, gently guiding Sam back against the bed again. Sam moved without a fight. If Elliott wanted him to relax and just enjoy things, who was he to complain? “You might regret telling me that story, little one.”

“Why?” Sam asked curiously. He wasn’t quite sure what to do with his hands, so he gripped at the sheets again. Elliott was up to something. Sam just didn’t know what yet. “I’m pretty sure you don’t need the promise of pizza to make me do whatever you want. Just saying.” How many times had he already told Elliott that he’d do anything he wanted? At least three times, and this was their first time together. But in case it hadn’t been enough, he said it again. “I’ll do anything you want to do, Elliott. Anything .”

“So I’ve been told,” Elliott laughed, brushing the tip of his nose over Sam’s tattoo. The touch sent a pleasant shiver up Sam’s spine. “But that’s not what I meant.” He glanced up at Sam, tongue slowly running along his lower lip. Sam frowned, unsure of what Elliott was talking about… and then the other bit down hard on the inside of his thigh. Sam inhaled sharply as pleasure fogged his brain, with just the slightest tinge of pain behind it. He writhed as Elliott nipped and sucked a mark into the soft flesh, Elliott’s name leaving his lips over and over again like it was some kind of prayer. He was going to do it, he was going to come untouched yet again, but by this point he couldn’t even bring himself to care.

“Yes yes yes, Elliott!” Sam groaned as Elliott dragged his teeth over the fresh mark he’d made. “Please, El, touch me, please .” His groans got louder as Elliott wrapped his hand around him, though he kept his touch light, too light to give Sam that final push over the edge. Sam took in harsh, ragged breaths, his heart hammering in his chest.

“I told you it wouldn’t be easy,” Elliott reminded him, pressing a soft kiss to the mark he’d left. At least it was on the thigh without the tattoo. Sam didn’t want it to get any more messed up than it already was. “You’re not going to come until you need it so badly that it physically hurts .” He dropped his hand, giving Sam a moment to try to catch his breath. “And I don’t believe you’re there quite yet.”

Sam huffed in response, his thoughts still too cloudy for him to come up with anything even resembling a coherent sentence. He watched as Elliott grabbed the bag he’d been using earlier and pulled out another small bottle. “What…” Right, he wasn’t coherent. He pointed at the bottle in Elliott’s hand, hoping he’d get the idea.

“This?” Elliott asked, tilting the unlabeled bottle towards him. “Do you trust me?” Sam nodded quickly, and Elliott let out a little chuckle. “It’s just lubricant, darling. Nothing to be concerned about.”

“Oh.” Just lube, that’s– oh . Right. If Elliott was getting lube out, then Sam knew what was coming next. He realized he had tensed and exhaled slowly, trying to get himself to relax. If he didn’t, this wasn’t going to be enjoyable for either of them. Not that he thought Elliott was anywhere near ready to bury his cock in him. Elliott wasn’t even undressed yet. No telling what kind of sexy torture awaited Sam before they finally got to that.

“Oh?” Elliott echoed, arching a brow. “Is penetration not something you’re interested in tonight?” He pressed a soft kiss right below Sam’s belly button, carefully avoiding his cock. Sam opened his mouth to speak, but Elliott continued before he could get the words out. “You know we can stop whenever you like, darling, with no consequences. All you have to do is say the word, and we’re done.” There was Elliott, once again reminding Sam that he was safe, that they were doing this because Sam wanted to do this. And he did. He very much wanted to do this.

“I know,” Sam replied, struggling to keep the whine out of his voice. Would Elliott remind him so frequently every time they were together, or was this because tonight was their first time? Hopefully he’d find out. He already knew he definitely didn’t want this to be a one and done kind of thing. “I want it. I want everything. I want–” He gasped as Elliott slid the tip of his finger into him, gently massaging the ring of muscle. “ El! ”

“Use your words, little one,” Elliott hummed as he slowly breached him with one long, slender finger. Sam fisted his hands into the sheets, gripping so tightly that his knuckles went white. “What do you want?”

Sam blinked like he expected it to clear the fog in his head. What had he been about to say? It was hard to remember when Elliott’s finger was sliding deeper and deeper into him. “You,” he whimpered, experimentally rocking down against Elliott’s hand. Elliott pulled away from him when he started moving, and Sam let out a high pitched whine at the loss of contact. “Want your cock so bad, Elliott. Please. Please , I’ve waited so long, I’ve tried so hard to be good.” He was rambling by this point, need coursing through his body so hot that it had tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. Any other time he might have been embarrassed about crying–he wasn’t really a crier–but now he didn’t care. He couldn’t think about anything other than how he was going to explode if Elliott didn’t give him something, anything .

Elliott studied him for a long moment, watching a single tear slip down Sam’s cheek. He let out a breath as he tucked a loose strand of hair back behind his ear. “My, my, aren’t you a delight ,” he muttered. He slid up Sam’s body until they were face-to-face again, Sam’s breath coming quicker as Elliott cupped his face and forced him to look at him. The tension between them was so electric Sam swore he could see sparks at the edge of his vision.

Elliott dipped his head down, slowly licking up the tear, and something in Sam cracked. He came so suddenly and so quickly that it hurt , it hurt in a way that he’d never experienced before. It was soon followed by pleasure so overwhelming that a few more tears slipped out. Elliott softly kissed each of them away as he wrapped his hand around Sam’s cock, jerking him roughly through the last few moments of his release. Sam melted back into the bed once he was spent, completely and utterly boneless. Elliott had been right. The waiting had been worth it. One hundred percent worth it.

“More?” Elliott asked once Sam had at least mostly fallen back into his body. “Yes or no.” Sam nodded, just a quick jerk of his head. Apparently that wasn’t enough of a confirmation for Elliott, who repeated himself more firmly. “ Yes or no .”

“Yes.” The word came out in an exhale of breath as Sam looked up at Elliott. He felt more sated than he ever had in his entire life, but if Elliott had more to give him, he’d happily take it. “Yes, more, please. I want it.” Elliott’s eyes roamed over him, taking in every detail of his expression as if he was trying to decide if he was being truthful. Sam decided to save the trouble. “I’m being honest. I know it’s okay to say no, but that’s not what I want.” 

The confirmation visibly relaxed Elliott, and he gave Sam a little nod of his own. “Good,” he replied, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of Sam’s mouth. “Because although I promised you one more orgasm tonight, I’m going to shoot for two.” Sam whimpered at just the thought. Two more?! He was pretty sure that was physically impossible, no matter what Elliott said.

“I’m gonna disappoint you,” Sam promised, the words barely a whisper. He hated to say them, but he felt like Elliott should know. “Cause there’s absolutely no way I can come again.”

Elliott tilted his head as he ran his hand down Sam’s leg. “But you still want to keep going?” he asked with a smirk, pulling Sam’s leg up until it was bent at the knee, his foot resting flat against the bed. Sam started to nod, but quickly caught himself.

“Yeah, I do.” Sam wasn’t going to let this encounter end until Elliott got off too. He couldn’t wait to see this gorgeous man find his release because of him. If he got off again, great. If he didn’t, that was fine too. “There’s… there’s not that much more before you take me, right?”

Elliott laughed. “Oh my sweet boy,” he teased, pressing a kiss right above Sam’s still hammering heart. “So eager for my cock, and I haven’t even fully prepped you yet.” His fingers skimmed over Sam’s entrance. “Should we do that now?”

“ Yes ,” Sam moaned, and this time, his hips barely even twitched when Elliott pressed a finger into him. He was still sensitive after such an intense release, but it only made the experience more erotic. Elliott slowly pumped his finger in and out of him, giving Sam plenty of time before he added another. Sam had never felt so full. It was deliciously painful, and if he hadn’t already been reduced to a puddle, he’d be struggling to not rock down against the intrusion. “El, yes, that feels so good.” He clenched around Elliott’s fingers, and this time it was Elliott who moaned. Ah ha, so Elliott wasn’t completely impervious after all. “More. I can take more.”

“Patience,” Elliott reminded him, his voice huskier than it had been moments ago. Maybe he was closer to losing control than Sam thought. The idea sent a shiver of excitement up his spine. He couldn’t wait to see what Elliott was like when he finally unleashed himself. He wouldn’t press it though; if he did, he knew Elliott would punish him by stopping, and the last thing he wanted Elliott to do was stop.

Elliott continued to work two fingers into him, eventually crooking them to brush against Sam’s prostate. Arousal surged through Sam at the contact, his cock giving a painful twitch of interest. He let out a soft keening sound, which was apparently enough to get Elliott to press against the spot again. And again and again and again until Sam was reduced to little more than a writhing, screaming mess.

“Stop stop stop!” Sam gasped, pushing frantically at Elliott’s shoulders. Elliott immediately pulled away, rolling off of Sam and to the side. He felt empty without him, his body clenching helplessly around nothing. It had just been too much, too overwhelming. But Elliott didn’t look upset. He didn’t even look surprised. He looked like… he had been expecting this to happen. “You dick ! You did that on purpose, didn’t you?”

Elliott threw his head back and laughed, the sound echoing through the quiet room. It was so joyful that Sam really struggled not to smile. “Just testing you, darling,” Elliott said, kissing Sam’s sweaty forehead. “I had to make sure you would actually tell me to stop if you needed to.” He reached over Sam, grabbing a bottle of water off the nightstand and cracking it open. “Here. Drink.” He helped Sam sit up before holding the bottle to his lips. Although Sam was perfectly capable of drinking on his own, he let Elliott help him. It was nice, being cared for like this, and the cool, crisp water did make him feel better.

“Okay.” Sam licked the last drop of water off his lips before looking up at Elliott, who was kneeling next to him. He couldn’t help but linger on the opening of Elliott’s shirt, which was hanging open wide enough to reveal a delicious looking slice of his torso. Maybe he would be able to come again, if just getting a glimpse of Elliott’s naked body did this to him. His cock was already starting to harden. “I’m good now. Promise.” Elliott nodded, though instead of pressing Sam back against the bed, he got up out of it. Sam’s eyes flew open, his heart beating faster as he imagined Elliott leaving him here. Before he could beg him to stay, Elliott spoke.

“You’ve been such a good boy,” Elliott began, wiping his hand off on a towel near the bed. Sam whimpered softly as all the blood in his body rushed down to fill his cock again. He’d never known he was so into praise until tonight. “I think you deserve a reward.” Sam immediately perked up at that. A reward? How could Elliott give him anything more than what he’d already done? “Come undress me.”

Sam stared at Elliott, his mouth hanging open. Oh yeah, that was an incredible reward. He scrambled out of bed so quickly that he nearly fell when his foot got trapped in the sheet. Luckily, Elliott was there to catch him. “Careful,” Elliott chuckled. “If you’re injured tonight, it’s not going to be from falling out of bed.”

“I like the sound of that,” Sam replied, grinning at him for a moment before letting his eyes roam over Elliott’s body. He couldn’t wait to finally see him naked.

“Somehow, I knew you would.” Elliott ran his fingers through Sam’s hair before pulling him in for a disappointingly chaste little kiss. Sam understood though. Elliott needed to be undressed first, and then they could focus on really kissing one another, or doing whatever else Elliott had planned. They’d already worked their way through quite a list of activities. “Start with the suspenders, darling.”

Sam nodded, reaching around Elliott’s waist to carefully unhook them in the back. He pulled them up over his head before undoing the front clasps and letting them fall to the floor. He went for Elliott’s shirt next, ready to finally undo those last few buttons, but Elliott caught him by the wrist, his fingers digging into Sam’s pulse point. “No. Socks next.”

He didn’t let go of Sam’s wrist until Sam dropped to his knees in front of him. He let Elliott’s foot rest on his thigh, pushing the leg of his pants up to reveal long, silk dress socks. They looked expensive too, probably more expensive than any piece of clothing Sam owned. He carefully rolled one down before sliding it off Elliott’s arched foot. He then turned to do the same with the other, glancing up at Elliott for guidance once he was finished. When Elliott didn’t give him any, Sam went with his gut and reached for the button of Elliott’s pants.

Elliott let out a low little groan as Sam undid the zipper, alleviating the pressure on his cock. Sam tried not to get distracted by the sound, instead focusing on guiding Elliott’s slacks down around his hips and into a puddle on the floor. Elliott stepped out of them, kicking them to the side as Sam dragged his gaze up Elliott’s legs, his breath catching as he took in the enormous bulge in the other’s boxers. They were silk as well, in a dark red color that went perfectly with Elliott’s pale complexion. Most importantly, there was a rather large wet spot across the front, the final confirmation Sam needed to convince him that yes, Elliott really did want this as much as he did.

“El,” Sam whispered, forcing his eyes up to find the other watching him. “How can you–doesn’t it hurt?” He swallowed. Okay, maybe seeing Elliott’s obvious erection hadn’t cleared up all his insecurities. “Don’t you want me?”

“Sam.” The word was soft and affectionate and filled Sam with warmth as soon as he heard it. Now he felt silly for even asking. “Yes. To both of your questions. But I know it’s worth the wait.” He tugged Sam up until he was standing, cupping his face in both hands. “ You are worth the wait.” Elliott kissed Sam again, and this time, there was absolutely nothing chaste about it. Elliott dove straight into Sam’s mouth, forcing his lips apart so he could tangle their tongues together. Sam threw his arms around Elliott, gripping at the back of his shirt as they tumbled back into bed together. Once again, Elliott didn’t have any issues manhandling him. Sam was pinned back against the bed before he could even fully comprehend what was going on.

“I’m going to give you what you want,” Elliott told him, his breath coming quickly after such a heated kiss. He shrugged off his shirt, letting it fall over the edge of the bed.

“And you?” Sam asked, trailing his hands down Elliott’s lean stomach to rest on his hips. “You’re going to get off, right?” He remembered what Elliott had said before, about not always climaxing with his partners. He definitely didn’t want that to be them.

“Do you want me to?” Elliott asked, bracing himself on Sam’s chest as he leaned forward. Sam was suddenly very well aware that the only thing separating their cocks was a thin layer of silk. He wished he’d taken Elliott’s underwear off when he’d had the chance.

“Yes,” Sam said the word quickly, so quickly he blushed. “Yes, please, I need you to come.” It might have been ridiculous to beg for his partner’s release, but Sam was far past that by now. If Elliott didn’t care about him being ridiculous, Sam wouldn’t either. Maybe this was even normal for this kind of dynamic. Sam really wasn’t sure. Elliott pressed his lips together in a thin line, his arms trembling ever so slightly. Oh. He was close, and Sam begging for to come obviously wasn’t helping anything. Pride surged through him at the fact that he could make a man like Elliott feel like that.

But the moment quickly passed, and by the time Sam blinked, Elliott looked like he had complete control of himself again. It was almost like Sam had imagined the entire thing. “Fine,” Elliott agreed, smirking down at him. “Where do you want it, darling? Here.” He lightly pressed his fingers to Sam’s lips. “Here.” He skimmed his hand down Sam’s chest and over the curve of his stomach. “Or here.” He slipped his hand around, groping Sam’s backside so roughly that it made Sam squeal.

“In me.” Sam heard himself saying the words before he even realized he’d made a decision. It was obvious though, so obvious. “I want you to come in me. Make me yours, El. Please .” There’d be time for all that other stuff later, or at least, Sam hoped there would.

Elliott nodded slowly, the smirk never leaving his face. “Then this is how the evening will go,” he said, as calmly as if he were explaining what they were having for dinner. “You’re going to get on your hands and knees, and I will pleasure you until you find your release.” He grabbed Sam by the chin, forcing him to focus on him completely. Even without Elliott holding him, Sam couldn’t have looked anywhere else even if he wanted to. Elliott was nothing short of magnetic now that they were in the bedroom together. “When you’re completely spent, and only when you’re completely spent, I’ll roll you over and use you for my pleasure.” The smirk softened into more of a smile. “Yes or no, little one?”

“Yes.” This time, Sam remembered to say the word aloud as he nodded. All of that sounded incredibly hot. It was like Elliott knew exactly what he wanted without Sam having to tell him. He loved the idea of Elliott using him like that, and he couldn’t wait to watch the other come completely undone.

“Perfect.” Elliott stretched his arms above his head as if he were preparing for some kind of vigorous exercise. Sam supposed he was. “Now on your hands and knees, facing the headboard. I’ll allow you to drop to your elbows if that’s more comfortable for you, but you aren’t allowed to cover your face. I want to hear every single one of those gorgeous sounds you make.” Sam hurriedly moved into position, placing his palms flat against the bed. He was sure it wouldn’t last, but he at least wanted to attempt what Elliott wanted. “Mm, yes. That’s my good boy.”

“Elliott,” Sam whined, arching his back ever so slightly to give Elliott a better view of his backside. Now that the moment was here, what little patience he had was quickly fading. He wanted Elliott, and he wanted him now.

Elliott made a soft shushing sound, his fingers dancing along Sam’s spine. “You look beautiful like this, darling.” He nudged Sam’s legs apart a little further, and Sam heard the soft click of the lube being uncapped. He groaned as Elliott pressed two fingers against his entrance, though he paused before breaching him. “Sam, I believe I just paid you a compliment. What do you say?”

Sam’s face burned when he realized his misstep. “Th-thank you, El,” he replied, so eager to get the words out that he stumbled all over them. Elliott rewarded him by pushing his fingers into him, going quicker now that he knew Sam could take them.

“You’re welcome, little one.” Elliott leaned down, placing a kiss between his shoulder blades. “You can move this time, if you need to.” Sam immediately began to rock back against him, moaning loudly when it caused Elliott’s fingers to sink deeper. Elliott focused on working him open, twisting and pumping the two fingers until Sam was easily taking them. He added another then, groaning as Sam clenched around him.

“I’m ready,” Sam panted, resisting the urge to bury his face against the bed. Elliott had only given him one real rule, and there was absolutely no way he was going to break it. “Please, El, I can take it. I promise.” That was enough to convince him, or maybe even Elliott had reached the limit of his patience tonight. There was a slight rustling as Elliott tugged off his boxers, and then the pleasantly obscene sound of him lubing himself up. Sam wanted to watch, but he didn’t dare move from the position Elliott had told him to hold, no matter how much he wanted to get an eyeful of Elliott’s cock. If the bulge in his boxers was any indication, Elliott was very well endowed.

Sam was so caught up in fantasizing about Elliott’s cock that he didn’t realize the other had moved until he felt the head of said cock tease against his entrance. Sam let out a little yelp of surprise, hands clawing at the sheets under him. Elliott chuckled, the sound far lower and breathier than it had been before. He didn’t speak as he slowly guided himself into Sam’s warm, waiting body. The stretch was nothing short of exhilarating, in a way that quickly had Sam gasping for breath. He’d thought he’d felt full before with Elliott’s fingers buried inside him, but that was nothing compared to this. Elliott paused every now and then, letting Sam adjust before he began moving. A gentleman, as always. This had to be torture for him.

“Tell me what you need,” Elliott muttered, one hand stroking along Sam’s flank as the other tightly gripped his hip.

“I need you to move,” Sam replied as he rocked back into him. Elliott wasn’t fully sheathed, not yet, and Sam wanted all of him. Every single inch. He wouldn’t be satisfied until he felt Elliott flush against him. “Want all of you.”

“You’re awfully slutty for your first time, little one.”

Apparently, being called slutty was nearly as much of a turn on for Sam as being called a good boy, and he let out an appreciative groan in response, his body clenching around Elliott. Elliott bit back a groan as he started to move, working more and more of himself into Sam with each thrust of his hips. Sam eagerly met each one, trying to coax Elliott deeper and deeper into him until he was finally taking him completely.

“ Ellllll ,” Sam moaned, his head falling forward as Elliott sped up his pace. Each stroke was confident, calculated, like Elliott knew exactly what to do to alight every single nerve in Sam’s body. The force of it knocked Sam down to his elbows, but he didn’t care. All it did was stoke the fire that was building hotter and hotter inside him.

Sam whimpered when Elliott snaked his arm around him to wrap his hand around Sam’s weeping cock. Apparently there wasn’t going to be anymore teasing tonight, at least not based on the way Elliott began furiously jerking him off. He matched each stroke to the movement of his hips until Sam was rolling back onto his cock, only to then drive forward into his hand. The dual sensation was scintillating, and it sent Sam hurtling towards his release. He attempted to cling to some kind of control, not wanting this to be over so soon. He could hold on just a little longer, he was positive he could… and then Elliott grabbed him by the hair, forcing his head back so that he could whisper into his ear.

“Come for me,” Elliott muttered, nipping at Sam’s earlobe as he spoke. Any control Sam thought he had immediately disappeared at the request–no, the command –and he was soon spurting ropes of hot, sticky seed over the top of Elliott’s fist. Elliott worked him through his release, the pace becoming a little more erratic as his own control began to slip. But right when it seemed like he was about to fully let go, he pulled away from Sam. Sam slumped forward without the support of Elliott’s arm, his breath coming in ragged little bursts. That had been… incredible wasn’t a good enough word. What was better than incredible? Sex with Elliott, apparently.

Elliott rolled a completely limp Sam over onto his back. “How are you feeling?” Sam responded with a wide, breathy grin, too overcome by bliss to offer much more than that. Elliott laughed lightly. “I’m going to assume good things, based on that expression.” He ran his hands along Sam’s legs before tugging them up around his waist. Sam took the hint and hooked them loosely around him. Hopefully Elliott wouldn’t expect much movement from him for whatever came next. Even his blinks were slow and lazy. “Mm, darling, I know I said you looked beautiful before, but you’re even more gorgeous like this.”

Sam blushed at the compliment, looking up at Elliott through his eyelashes. This time, he knew exactly what to do. “Thank you, Elliott,” he said, eyes widening at how low and rough his voice sounded. Well, that was new, though he supposed he had been abusing it tonight. Elliott had made sure of that. Elliott looked stunning too, of course, naked and flushed with loose strands of hair curling prettily around his face. Not to mention his cock, which was still standing proudly at attention for him. “You’re not done.”

Elliott leaned down, kissing him softly. “Do you still want more?” he asked, brushing his nose against Sam’s in a shockingly intimate way, intimate enough that it made Sam’s breath catch. Sam nodded, following it with a vocal agreement. With Elliott, he always wanted more. A brief flash of surprise crossed Elliott’s features, but it was quickly replaced by pleasure, and maybe a bit of pride? Whatever it was, it made Sam blush. He hadn’t done anything to deserve that kind of attention from Elliott. Still, he basked in it. If Elliott wanted to be proud of him, Sam definitely wasn’t going to complain.

“You are perfect ,” Elliott said, the last word coming out in an exhale as he buried himself in Sam again. Sam tightened his legs around him, grunting softly as Elliott quickly returned to the hot, heavy pace he’d set before.

Now that he wasn’t completely distracted by his own need, Sam rallied what little energy he had left to focus on making this as good for Elliott as he had made it for him. He grabbed him around the neck, tugging him down for a messy, breathless kiss. His hand wandered to Elliott’s hair, most of which was still tied up in a bun. Sam slipped two fingers under the hair tie, tugging it experimentally. It started to loosen, so he gave it one more sharp pull to finally free it, accidentally yanking on Elliott’s hair in the process. Elliott’s rhythm faltered momentarily, his teeth digging so hard into Sam’s lower lip that he swore he drew blood.

“Careful, darling,” Elliott muttered, running his tongue soothingly over Sam’s lower lip before pulling back enough to look at him. He shook his head, sending his long, auburn hair cascading over his shoulders. Sam whimpered softly when it brushed against his chest. “Pull my hair like that again, and I’m bound to act feral.”

Feral? Sam liked the sound of that. He wrapped a thick strand of hair around his hand before tugging on it hard . Elliott’s eyes fluttered shut as he groaned, and when he opened them, his pupils were blown so wide from arousal that his eyes were nearly black. He drove into Sam so hard that each thurst sent Sam’s entire body scooting back along the bed. Sam scrambled for some kind of anchor, his nails raking along Elliott’s back as he tried to cling to him. This… this was nothing like before. No part of this was about Sam (although Sam was still thoroughly enjoying himself); it was entirely about Elliott using him to get off. Elliott chased his own release now, nipping and sucking along Sam’s neck as his fingers gripped at Sam’s backside.

With a few more deep shoves Elliott was there, his teeth sinking into Sam’s shoulder to muffle his groan as he pumped Sam full of his seed. The feeling was enough to draw one final orgasm out of Sam as well, though it wasn’t much more than a trickle. They collapsed together in a hot, sweaty pile as both of them attempted to even out their breathing. Sam was breathing so hard he was wheezing a little, and Elliott hurriedly moved off of him to give him some space. Sam winced when the other slid out of him, feeling far too empty. Guess that was something he was just going to have to get used to now, because he was definitely planning on doing this again.

“Sam?”

Elliott saying his name–his actual name, not one of the pet names he seemed to be so fond of–pulled Sam out of his post-sex stupor. He turned his head to look at him, the movement languid. Elliott looked… concerned, and doubt curled in Sam’s stomach. Had that not been good for him? Was Elliott going to kick him out of his house now that they had finished? “Mhm?”

“Are you alright?” Elliott asked. He cupped Sam’s cheek, lightly skimming his thumb over his swollen lips. “I’m concerned with how hard you’re still breathing.”

“Oh.” Sam laughed with relief, allowing himself to melt into Elliott’s touch now that he realized what was going on. “Uh, yeah. Yeah.” He paused to take a breath. He really was breathing heavily, probably because that had been the most physical activity he’d gotten in months. “I’m just super out of shape. I’m good. Great. Promise.” He pretended like he was catching his breath again, when in reality he was just working up the courage to ask what he wanted to ask next. “That was good for you, right?”

This time, it was Elliott who laughed. “Oh, my sweet little one,” he cooed, leaning in to meet Sam’s lips. The kiss lingered, though it definitely lacked the heat they’d shared earlier. It seemed like, at least for the moment, they were both completely spent. “Yes. That was phenomenal. You were phenomenal. You did everything I asked you to and more.”

Sam let out a sigh of relief, his body fully relaxing under the praise. He knew he probably shouldn’t have been worried, especially since Elliott was also breaking a dry spell, but he wanted to do this again. And that wouldn’t happen if he was terrible at it. “Thanks,” he said, reaching up to absently toy with Elliott’s hair. “You were… wow. Really incredible.”

Elliott grinned at him for a moment before nuzzling against Sam’s neck. “You should stay,” he said, the words warm against Sam’s skin. “I want you to stay.” Sam blinked, surprised by the request. He hadn’t been planning to stay, but now he couldn’t remember why. It was hard to think of anything besides Elliott when they were wrapped up in each other like this.

“I’ll stay,” Sam agreed, turning to kiss Elliott’s temple. Why not? There was simply nowhere else he’d rather be.

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Sam groaned softly as he woke, burrowing further down under the blankets. He smiled when his nose brushed against Elliott’s shoulder, though he didn’t open his eyes. Opening his eyes meant it was a new day and that what he and Elliott had enjoyed last night was over. He’d have to leave this warm, comfortable bubble and get on with his normal life. But it was early, which meant he could put off starting the day for just a little bit longer. At least, it felt like it was early. He honestly had no idea what time it was. Or what day it was. He supposed multiple orgasms and a great night's rest would do that to a guy. Not that he was complaining about either of those things.

Eventually, the urge to use the bathroom overwhelmed his desire to stay curled up in bed. Sam carefully untangled himself from Elliott, pausing for a moment to take in the other’s sleeping form. Elliott was gorgeous, there was absolutely no doubt about that. Sam lightly brushed a strand of hair away from his mouth, resisting the urge to kiss him awake. They’d been up late last night. Elliott had insisted on bathing him and finishing the massage that had been interrupted. Sam could still feel Elliott’s talented fingers digging into the muscle along his back and legs, working out the last bits of tension that hadn’t been released during sex. Elliott’s sleep was definitely well earned, and Sam wasn’t about to interrupt it. It was literally the least Sam could do after everything Elliott had done for him.

Now that Sam was thinking of it, maybe he could do something to show Elliott how much he appreciated him. Like cook breakfast. He really didn’t know much about cooking, but scrambled eggs and toast couldn’t possibly be that hard. Or, at least, toast couldn’t be that hard. He’d pretty much mastered how to use a toaster by this point in his life. He slid out of bed once his decision was made, freezing when he caught a glimpse of the time. No. The clock on Elliott’s night stand read 8:40 am, but that couldn’t possibly be right. Today was Monday. He was supposed to start his shift at JoJa Mart at nine. His alarm should have woken him up forty minutes ago. Oh, right, except his phone was in his pants , which were currently laying somewhere in Elliott’s guest room. He really should have planned this out better.

That was further proven when he crept out of Elliott’s bedroom and to find his clothes. Somehow, he’d forgotten that his boxers and pants were covered in cum, cum that had dried overnight into something crusty and incredibly gross. He chewed on his lower lip as he considered his options. He could wake Elliott up and ask if he could borrow something, but the other was still very much asleep. Plus, he was about two sizes smaller than Sam, so it was unlikely he’d have anything that would fit him anyway. He pulled on his shirt as he thought about it. Maybe if he just hurried across town while holding his bundle of clothes in front of his junk, no one would see him. It wasn’t like his parents’ house was that far, and who would be out this early in the morning? Half the town, knowing his luck. Crap , that meant half the town was going to see his walk of shame, no matter how dressed he was. He really, really should have thought this through more.

Sam had to make some kind of decision, and quickly. The more time he spent standing here panicking, the less time he’d have to change into his uniform and sprint across town. After a few more agonizing minutes, he decided to just grab a towel from the bathroom and wrap it around his waist. It was faster than trying to unstick his jeans enough to get them on, and, most importantly, it kept him from flashing any of his unsuspecting neighbors. After running home to throw on clean clothes, he managed to clock in at Joja just one minute past the hour. Morris would still yell at him for it, Sam was sure, but it wasn’t a fireable offense unless Morris was feeling particularly vindictive.

Once he was past the initial panic of potentially being late for work, Sam found himself smirking. He’d forgotten how thrilling it was to take risks and have them pay off. He used to pull stunts like this all the time, always spending that extra 15 minutes sleeping, playing guitar, or hanging out with Sebastian until he was almost late for work. Ever since his family started relying on him, on the money he made from this job, he’d started to always make sure he was here at least ten minutes early. Even though it may have been small, cutting it close to the wire like that made him feel more like himself than he had in months. It had been selfish, yes, to put his livelihood on the line for a night of pleasure, but for once, Sam didn’t feel guilty. Elliott’s unwavering attention and praise had boosted his self-confidence to a level it hadn’t been at in years, and Sam thoroughly planned on enjoying every minute of it.

Monday was one of their slower days, which meant he’d spend the majority of his time out on the floor restocking products and straightening the different displays. Out of all the things Morris made him do, it definitely wasn’t the worst. At least he’d get to put all of the broken down cardboard boxes into the compactor. Was it sad that using the compactor was usually the most exciting part of his day? Probably. Actually, definitely. It was definitely sad. If he’d been able to stay home with Elliott this morning, he was sure they would have found far more exciting things to do than crush cardboard into cubes. 

Sam was sitting on an overturned bucket rearranging cans of beans on a lower shelf and fantasizing about what exactly he wished Elliott was doing to him when Shane wandered down his aisle. He took out an earbud, shooting Shane a little half smile before wincing. The bucket wasn’t exactly comfortable after the mind-numbingly good pounding Elliott had given him the night before, but he was attempting to ignore it. Apparently, he wasn’t doing a good job of it, at least, not by the look on Shane’s face. His gaze flicked down to where Sam was fidgeting before moving up to linger on his neck.

“Dude, is that a hickey?!” Shane exclaimed, a smug smile spreading across his face. Sam’s hand flew up to cover his neck. He hadn’t had the chance to look in the mirror that morning, so he had no idea how visible the marks Elliott had given him were.

“Dude!” Sam hissed, glancing around the thankfully empty aisle. He tugged the hood of his company issued zip-up jacket over his head in an attempt to keep Shane from staring at the marks along his neck. “Shut up! People can hear you!” Shane grabbed an empty milk crate, turning it over so he could sit next to Sam. Sam handed him a can so he could at least pretend to be working.

“Are you squirming like that because he used the paddle on you?” Shane asked, giving Sam a knowing look. Sam stared at him blankly. Shane returned the look. “Wait, you hooked up with Elliott, right? If you look like that because of the doc or Alex, you’re never hearing the end of it.”

Sam continued to stare at him, his mouth hanging open. He had so many questions, starting with how in the world Shane knew that he’d been with Elliott. Sure, there weren’t a lot of single guys in town who were interested in other dudes, but Shane had narrowed it down immediately. That wasn’t the question that came out of his mouth though. “What do you mean by “the paddle?”” Shane cackled in response while Sam’s brain finally caught up with what was going on. “Wait, have you hooked up with Elliott?”

Shane shrugged, and Sam swore he saw a little bit of a blush creeping up his neck. “We fooled around a little once,” Shane admitted, sliding the can onto the shelf before reaching for another. “It’s not like there are a lot of options around here.”

Sam bristled at the comment, then felt guilty. He wanted to tell Shane that Elliott deserved a lot better than being his last resort pick, but wasn’t that exactly what Sam had done? Hooked up with Elliott because there was no one else in town that was interested in him? The thought had his empty stomach churning. “You didn’t answer my first question, you know.”

“I’m definitely too sober to tell you that story. Especially at work,” Shane replied. “It’s inappropriate.”

Sam snorted. “Since when have you ever cared about being appropriate at work?” he asked, adding cans onto the shelf next to where Shane was stocking.

“Since this.” Shane tapped his name tag. Sean. Assistant Manager. Sam rolled his eyes.

“Are you ever gonna get that corrected? Or are you gonna keep letting Morris think that your name is actually Sean?” Shane shrugged, and Sam shook his head. “And don’t think I’m going to let you change the subject so easily. You have to tell me something , dude, I mean, c’mon.”

“Fine,” Shane sighed, his head falling back. He stayed like that for a moment, clearly trying to decide what he wanted to say. Or stall long enough for Sam to give him an out, which wasn’t happening. After a few moments, Shane seemed to realize that. “Without getting into all the details, let’s just say that I… embarrassed myself in front of him, and then ran at the first opportunity. And I may have avoided him for two months after that.”

“You embarrassed yourself?” Sam repeated, brow furrowing. What did Shane mean by that? And he still hadn’t answered his question about the paddle.

“Please don’t make me say any more than that,” Shane groaned. “Ask him if you want the details, I guess. Just don’t ever mention it to me again.”

Sam frowned. There were pieces here that he clearly wasn’t putting together. Thinking about it was starting to make his head hurt. It probably wasn’t that important. Whatever Shane and Elliott got up to together was their business, especially since it was in the past. There was only one thing that he really wanted to know. “Do you regret it?”

This time, it was Shane’s time to snort. “Do I regret the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had? No. I definitely don't regret it.” Shane stood, grabbing the box they had just emptied and cutting through the tape on the bottom. “The only thing I regret is ghosting him. Not my finest moment.”

“Oh crap ,” Sam gasped, pulling out his phone. That was exactly what he’d done to Elliott: ran out on him without even leaving a note or sending him a text. If he messaged him now, that’d probably be good enough. He doubted Elliott was up yet.

“Sam, dude, I know I’m like, a chill boss or whatever, but can you at least pretend you’re not on your phone right in front of me?”

Sam ignored him, pushing the unlock button on his phone over and over again. Still a black screen. Right, he hadn’t charged it last night, so now it was dead. “Do you have a charger?” he asked, completely ignoring Shane’s previous statement. When Shane shook his head, he sighed. Great. Now Elliott was going to think he’d ghosted him, when in reality, he was just an idiot. He’d have to wait to text him at the end of his shift. Only seven hours to go.

Sam:

I’m so sorry. I had to rush to work, and then my phone was dead and I couldn’t charge it until I got home.

I totally wasn’t trying to ghost you or anything.

I really wanna see you again.

Elliott:

It’s fine, darling. I assumed you had a prior obligation. You staying over was rather spontaneous.

Next time, wake me before you leave to say goodbye. I promise I won’t mind.

Sam:

Okay, good. I can do that

So there’s going to be a next time????

Elliott:

Yes, my sweet boy. There’s definitely going to be a next time.

Tomorrow? I’m free in the afternoon and evening, depending on your schedule.

Sam:

I have to work in the morning again, but I can come by after! Like 2?

Elliott:

Perfect. I’ll leave the door unlocked for you so you can let yourself in.

Sam:

💗

Can’t wait!

It was nearly three by the time Sam made his way to Elliott’s house the next day. First he’d been stuck listening to a lecture from Morris–after he’d clocked out, of course–about his tardiness the day before. That was how it always happened though. Morris saved his scolding until after Sam’s work hours. Apparently he considered it a waste of time to do it when he was actually clocked in. Then once Sam finally got home, he’d had to shower, pack a bag, and throw something together for his mom for dinner. He doubted she’d eat it, but he wanted there to be something ready for her anyway. It would make him feel a little less guilty about spending another night away, if nothing else. Hopefully, Elliott wouldn’t mind him being a little late.

The door was unlocked, as Sam expected, and he kicked his shoes off before stepping into the house. It was comfortably quiet, unlike his own, unbearably silent home, and he immediately relaxed into it. Although he hadn’t had a chance to see much of the space during his previous visits, he felt completely at ease here, just like he felt completely at ease with Elliott. Sam walked through the living room and into the kitchen, drawn by the tantalizing smell of something simmering on the stovetop. Hm. No Elliott.

“El?” Sam called, heading down the hallway that led to the bedrooms. A door on the left was open to a room he hadn’t been in last time, and when he peered inside, he saw Elliott sitting in what looked like an office or study. He drank in the sight of the other, lounging in a leather, wingback chair and looking stunning, as always. “Oh. There you are.” He blinked when Elliott didn’t acknowledge his presence and remained hovering in the doorway. Maybe Elliott was mad at him for being late. “Um… I got caught up at work, and then I needed to get dinner together for mom. I came as soon as I could.” He realized now that he probably should have texted instead of leaving Elliott waiting around for him for an hour. His shoulders sagged with relief when Elliott finally closed his book, one finger marking the page.

“You made me wait, little one,” Elliott said, his tone bordering on scolding. Unlike with Morris, Sam didn’t mind it at all. Actually, it made heat curl in his stomach. “So you can wait while I finish this chapter.” Elliott motioned to a cushion on the floor next to him. “Kneel here.”

Sam eagerly followed Elliott’s command, sinking to his knees on the cushion. Elliott opened his book, his attention returning to it. Sam watched him for a while. How long was this going to take? And why was kneeling at Elliott’s feet such a turn on? “Elliott?”

“Quiet, darling,” Elliott tsked, turning the page in his book without even a glance at Sam. Sam pouted a little, but didn’t say anything. If all Elliott wanted him to do was sit here and be quiet, he supposed he could handle that. It kind of felt nice to just be still after a morning of running around at work. He sunk into the position, his cheek resting against the side of Elliott’s knee. As a reward, Elliott pushed his fingers into Sam’s hair and scratched lightly at his scalp. Sam let out a soft moan, eyes fluttering shut. Okay, it was decided. He was completely and totally fine staying like this forever.

After what might have actually been forever, Elliott sat his book down on the side table. Sam probably wouldn’t have even noticed if it hadn’t caused the hand in his hair to shift. “That’s my good boy,” Elliott hummed, his voice so low it was nearly a purr. It sent a shiver down Sam’s spine. “How was work?”

“It was okay,” Sam replied, wrapping an arm around Elliott’s leg as he looked up at him. “I spent the majority of the day in the back moving things around. I’m actually kinda sore.” He grinned at Elliott. “Could probably use another massage.”

Elliott laughed, shaking his head affectionately at him. “I’m sure you could,” he agreed. “I have other plans for us tonight, but I’ll keep that in mind for future dalliances.”

“Oh?” Sam raised a brow as he rested his chin on Elliott’s knee. His heart beat faster. Elliott wanted to see him again. He hadn’t screwed this up, at least not yet. “What kinds of plans?”

“You said before that you were unsure of what you might like or dislike,” Elliott said, his hand sliding down to cup the nape of Sam’s neck. “I know you’ve expressed an eagerness to do anything I’d like, and I’m hoping that extends to full submission.” He squeezed the back of Sam’s neck, drawing a little whimper out of him. “I have a feeling you’ll fall into it naturally, but I’d very much like to test that theory during our time together this afternoon.”

Sam swallowed thickly. He’d known that this was eventually where their relationship would go, since he’d asked for it explicitly. He’d expected to feel nervous about it. Now that the moment was here, he only felt excitement. He’d fallen to his knees for Elliott without a second thought, so he didn’t expect to have any issues with submitting to him further.

“I haven’t changed my mind, El. I’ll do anything you want.” He pressed a kiss to Elliott’s knee, nuzzling against the soft linen of his pants. Elliott was dressed more casually today than normal, probably because it was so warm. He still looked like he could’ve walked off the cover of a magazine. The cream color of his outfit only accentuated the red in his hair, which cascaded over one shoulder. Sam couldn’t wait to bury his hands in it. And his face. The pomegranate shampoo Elliott used smelled intoxicatingly good.

“How I was hoping you’d say that.” The gleam in Elliott’s eye was nearly predatory. Saliva pooled in Sam’s mouth, and Elliott followed the bob of his throat as he swallowed it back down. “Sam, my beautiful, darling boy…” Sam clung to every second of the weighted pause, desperate to know what Elliott was going to ask of him. Sam meant what he had said. Anything Elliott wanted, he would do without question. It was like Elliott had him under some incredibly erotic spell. “Are you hard right now?”

A surprised little laugh escaped Sam. That definitely wasn’t what he had expected Elliott to say. “Yes,” he said simply, his face flushing. He’d been half hard since he had first knelt at Elliott’s feet, and this conversation definitely hadn’t calmed him down any.

“Show me.” Elliott motioned for Sam to straighten, so he lifted from where he’d been sitting back on his heels. Since he’d been in a hurry to get to Elliott’s house, he’d just thrown on the first pair of basketball shorts he’d found. They had ended up being a bit tighter than he remembered. He bit his lip as Elliott’s eyes trailed down his body, lingering on where his cock strained against his shorts. Sam squirmed under the attention, his cheeks growing even redder. He had no idea how Elliott could make him feel so put on display when he hadn’t even removed any of his clothing.

After a long, sexually charged moment, Elliott let out a content little sigh. He withdrew his hand from where it had lingered in Sam’s hair. Sam immediately mourned the lack of touch. “What’s your safe word, little one?”

Ah, that’s why Elliott stopped touching him. He wanted to have a serious conversation. It was disappointing, especially considering the hungry way Elliott had just been appraising him, but he supposed that safe words were an important thing to establish before they went any further. Like usual, he said the first thing that came to mind. “Pepperoni.”

Elliott arched a brow but didn’t question him. “And if you’re unable to speak?”

“Why would I–” Sam cut himself off abruptly when he realized just why he wouldn’t be able to speak. Heat rolled off his cheeks from the strength of his blush. He looked down at where his hands were now clasped in his lap. “Oh, uh, I’ve never thought about it.”

Elliott hooked a finger under his chin, drawing his head up so Sam was looking at him again. “Your comfort is my utmost priority,” he reminded him. “If you need me to stop and you’re unable to speak, pinch me twice. If you can’t reach me, you can snap.”

Sam nodded, wondering if Elliott planned for any of those things to be relevant tonight. Before he could lose himself down that rabbit hole, he asked, “What about you? What’s your safe word?”

Elliott let out a soft chuckle. “There you are, always thinking of me.” That wasn’t an answer to Sam’s question, but before he could point it out, Elliott continued. “It’s lilac.”

“Lilac,” Sam repeated. He’d have to remember that. It was unlikely that they’d be in a situation where Elliott needed to use it, but he wanted to be prepared just in case. “Okay.”

Elliott nodded. He seemed satisfied with their discussion, at least for now. “Are you ready to begin, darling?”

Sam blinked up at him, eyes widening. “You mean like, right now? Like, right now, right now?” The idea made his cock twitch. Elliott just laughed in response. “Uh, yeah, okay. Sure. Definitely.” He watched as Elliott deftly pulled his hair up into a bun, trying not to look too disappointed. Oh well. That just meant Sam got to pull it back down later.

“Oh. One more thing.” Sam forced his gaze back to Elliott’s when he spoke. The corner of Elliott’s lips was lifted, like he was trying to hide a smile. “Typically in scenes, you’d use an honorific to refer to me. Is there one you’d prefer?”

“An honorific?” Sam repeated, tilting his head ever so slightly. Elliott nodded.

“‘Sir’ is a prevalent one, but I’m happy with whatever feels most natural for you.”

Sam’s nose wrinkled when he considered calling Elliott ‘sir.’ It felt… too impersonable for their relationship, even though it was still new. It didn’t accurately capture how cared for and loved Elliott made him feel. Elliott doted on him, whether it was in the bedroom or outside of it. He fed him, bathed him, and actually asked him about how he was feeling. He made Sam feel like he was something special, that he was wanted. Not just wanted. Cherished . “Daddy.” He said the word so softly that he would have assumed Elliott hadn’t heard him if the other hadn’t immediately stiffened. “Can I call you daddy? Please?”

“Oh, yes , my sweet boy,” Elliott groaned, his head falling back against the chair. “Yes, you certainly can.” Sam let out a relieved breath. Thank goodness. He would have been mortified for even suggesting it if Elliott had said no. Luckily, they were on the same page, as they seemed to always be.

Sam stumbled to his feet as Elliott suddenly got up, tugging at the cushion that had been supporting Sam’s knees. “Undress. Now.”

Sam had never gotten undressed faster in his life. He hopped a bit to keep from falling over when he removed his socks, just managing to keep his feet under him. By the time he was done, Elliott had moved the cushion to the middle of the room. Sam walked towards it, hesitating briefly. He didn’t want to kneel if that wasn’t actually what Elliott wanted from him.

“Right here,” Elliott said, pointing to the cushion as he slowly undid the button on his pants. The outline of his cock was obscenely visible against the soft, thin fabric. Sam wanted to mouth his way along it. “Facing the chair.” Sam did as he was told, letting his hands rest on his thighs. His eyes followed Elliott’s long, deft fingers as they pulled down the zipper of his pants, freeing his hard cock. Elliott otherwise kept his clothes on, tucking the waistband of his briefs under his balls. Sam could tell how heavy they were from here. The sight made his mouth water. “Are you hungry, little one?”

“ Yes .” The word came out in a soft, breathy moan. Sam let his mouth hang open, looking up at Elliott expectantly. It closed so hard when Elliott tsked him that his teeth clattered together.

“Yes what?” Elliott asked, looking patiently down at him, even with his erection in hand.

Sam swallowed the sudden bolt of lust that was threatening to steal his ability to speak. “Yes, daddy,” he muttered, looking up at him from under his lashes. “Please, please feed me your cock.”

Sam watched, breath coming quicker and quicker, as Elliott gave his cock a few slow strokes. A fat drop of precum beaded at the tip. Sam desperately wanted to lick it up. Before he could tell his body to move, Elliott closed the space between them, smearing precum all along Sam’s lips. It was thick and sticky, like the lipgloss Sam used to wear. He’d always liked how shiny it made his lips, how it’d felt to have his partner suck the flavor off his bottom lip until it was swollen. Would Elliott enjoy that as much as Sam did? Judging by the way he was currently looking at Sam’s glossy lips, the answer had to be yes. Maybe Sam would dig out a few tubes and see if they were still good.

“Am I pretty, daddy?” Sam asked softly, his eyelashes fluttering. The innocent act was barely an act by this point. Something about Elliott brought this demure side out of him. Sam hadn’t even realized he had a demure side. He barely even understood what the word meant.

“You are gorgeous , sweet boy,” Elliott promised, running his hand through Sam’s hair. “But you’d look even prettier choking on my cock.”

Sam took in a sharp breath, letting Elliott guide his head back. He opened his mouth as Elliott moved toward him again. Elliott tapped the head of his cock against Sam’s tongue before slowly dragging it down the length of it. Sam whimpered, fighting back the urge to fully suck him into his mouth. He wasn’t in control here. Elliott would use him as he saw fit, and Sam would enjoy every minute of it.

After a few more seconds–or maybe minutes, or hours–of teasing, Elliott drew back again. Sam whined, leaning forward to chase Elliott’s cock. His patience was running thin. Elliott better not have been joking about taking him hard and rough. Choking on his cock was the only thing Sam could think about at this point.

“Now now, little one,” Elliott scolded. His tone was breathy. Ah, so he was just as affected by this as Sam. Good. Great. Hopefully it would motivate him to act more quickly. “Are you listening to me?”

Sam forced his eyes away from Elliott’s stiff cock, his head tipping back so he could look him in the eyes instead. “Yes, daddy. I’m listening.”

“Good. Do you remember your safe word when your mouth is full?” Sam nodded. “Do it to me now.” Sam slid his hand up Elliott’s shirt, lightly pinching his waist twice. “You’re going to have to do it harder than that, darling.” Sam pinched him a little more forcefully. This time, Elliott was the one nodding. “Good boy.” Sam groaned at the praise, eyes fluttering shut as it washed over him. There was absolutely nothing better than being Elliott’s good boy. “Keep your hands on me or behind your back. You’re not to touch yourself.”

“Yes, daddy.” Sam barely got the words out before Elliott pushed his way into his mouth, his thick length muffling Sam’s sound of surprise. He sucked at the head as Elliott pulled back, savoring the taste of him. It was better than he remembered, though he wasn’t surprised. Everything Sam did with Elliott was better than he remembered it being with anyone else. It could have been the dynamic–Sam was quickly realizing that he loved being submissive–or maybe it was Elliott specifically. At this moment, Sam couldn’t bring himself to care, not when Elliott was rocking in and out of his mouth, his hand fisted in Sam’s hair to hold him in place.

“You’re doing such a good job, little one,” Elliott praised, his free hand coming to cup Sam’s jaw. His thumb traced the curve of Sam’s lip as he admired the way it pulled taut around his cock. “Being such a good boy for me.”

Sam groaned at the praise, his eyes fluttering shut. The harder Elliott went with him, the more sweet, breathy words that fell from his lips, the more Sam felt like he was floating. His limbs felt tingly, but the numbness wasn’t bad. It was comforting, whispering at him to just let go, to let his daddy give him everything he needed. All Sam had to do was give in.

So he did.