I grind my palm into his cock, running it along the hard ridge and we both moan.
“My technique might be a little rusty, but it’ll get the job done.”
I’m about to drop to my knees when someone outside the bathroom door begins banging incessantly against it.
“Dude, open up! I’ve got to take a leak like a mother fucker.”
Eli’s eyes are blown wide and I shake my head, covering his mouth with my hand. He nips at it with a smile and I gesture for him to keep quiet with a finger to my lips.
“Go into the women’s, man. I’m sick in here,” I lie, adding a groan for good measure.
Eli presses his lips together to keep from laughing. His lips are plump and swollen from my kisses and from sucking on my dick.
There’s a moment of silence and I think we’ve thwarted the would-be intruder. Taking the opportunity, I remove my hand and place a kiss on his lips, dropping my hands to his waist to trap him against me. He clamps his hands along my jaw, tilting my head for better access and we moan into each other’s mouths. I haul his hips toward me, his hard length rubbing against my already semi-hard wood, in search of friction.
As I wind my hand down the front of his pants, I dip into his waistband and finally get to cop a feel of his hot, velvety head. Eli sucks air between his teeth as I press my thumb at his slit, sliding the dewy moisture there around the tip.
And then the intruder outside returns. This time with another guy.
“Open the fucking door!” they both demand, voices filled with argumentative drunkenness, ready to start a fight at the drop of a hat.
I don’t know who it is, but it doesn’t sound like they are going away anytime soon.
“Shit,” Eli mumbles as he straightens and zips up his pants.
I’m momentarily bewildered and confused by the interruption. He begins to walk out when I grab his bicep and spin him around.
“That’s it? You’re leaving?”
Maybe he sees the crushing panic across my face. The worry stemming from both not finishing the night with him and the concern over walking out this door together and someone finding out what we’ve been doing in here.
No one out there knows I’m bisexual. I’ve never shared that part of me with anyone else, including Sasha. And while it makes me feel guilty as fuck, this is not how I ever envisioned coming out to my friends, many of whom are outside this door tonight.
Eli washes his hands at the sink and nods at me to shut the stall door.
“I’ll go out. Stay in here ‘til the coast is clear.”
He dries his hands and deposits the paper towel in the wastebasket before stepping toward me again.
“I’ll see ya Monday, doc,” he says, kissing me on the cheek. “It was fun.”
I touch the spot on my face which is warm and flushed from my orgasm. I try to find something to say. Some way of getting him to stay with me, without being found out. A way to ask him not to leave. To come home with me tonight.
But I don’t do any of that and all my words are silenced with insistent knocking and curses at the door.
Eli stands at the door and before unlocking it, peers back at me.
“Don’t worry, doc. I always collect what’s owed to me. That favor will be returned some other time.”
And with a wink, he’s gone.
And I go back to hiding behind the stall door, as noise fills the restroom with boisterous drunken male voices, but all I hear is the question inside my head, “what the hell just happened?”
