Page 103 of Wingmen

“Oh, yep.” Elliot went to get them and dumped them in the blender with everything else. He stood back and handed Dustin the lid. “Now we blend it.”

“And this is what, exactly?”

“It’s just a base. You put it in stuff. Soup or stew or whatever.”

“So I can’t eat just this?”

“I mean…youprobably could. It would be terrible, but you are pretty into smoothies and you seem fine with terrible coffee.”

Elliot was giving him one of his sassy looks. Dustin put the lid on the blender and turned it on. He pulled Elliot in by the hip as it ran.

“You have towatchit, Bendito,” said Elliot, angling his face away so Dustin couldn’t kiss him. “Or it’s gonna blend too much and turn into water.”

But he was smiling, so Dustin pulled his face around and kissed him anyway. He turned him by the hips and pressed him into the counter, and Elliot sighed and slid his hands into Dustin’s back pockets as Dustin pushed in more insistently.

“Are you watching the blender?” Elliot said into his mouth.

“No, I have my eyes closed.”

Elliot’s hand found his and he used Dustin’s finger to feel around on the counter for the blender and turn it off while they kissed. Dustin pulled him away from the counter and started backing toward the bedroom.

“So we’re done with cooking,” said Elliot.

“For now.”

Elliot rolled his eyes. “You’re never gonnalearn, Bendito.”

They stripped each other as they went, and Dustin pushed Elliot down naked on the bed and crawled onto him as Elliot went backwards on his elbows. Elliot was already hard and it was taking everything in Dustin’s power not to just hold him down and start sucking him off – but he wanted to kiss him. He wanted very badly to kiss him, because it felt like a fucking miracle that he was here, in bed with him, after everything that had happened, and Dustin wanted to feel all of him.

He slid his hand to Elliot’s shaft and rubbed it with his palm, and Elliot moaned and pushed back with his hips. Dustin wrapped his hand around him and stroked once, sliding his thumb over the head, feeling how wet he already was. He ground into Elliot’s hip and felt Elliot match the rhythm, and he rolled all the way on top of him, pressing up on his hands abovehim as they rutted against each other. He kissed him again. He sank his tongue all the way into his mouth so he could feel him there too. He felt thirsty and happy andgrateful, and he said, “Thank you,” without really meaning to.

Elliot snorted as he tipped his head back and Dustin pressed his lips down the middle of his throat. “For what?”

“Not giving up on me. You could’ve left.”

“Of course I wasn’t gonna do that: you can’t even makeeggs, Viejo.”

Dustin laughed softly and kissed him under the ear, which was one of the places he’d discovered recently was one of the most fun to kiss. Elliot shivered and rocked harder against his thigh.

“I feel like I haven’t done anything for you,” said Dustin.

“What? Of course you have.”

“Not like that, though.”

Elliot paused. He pushed Dustin away by the shoulders and looked at him very seriously. “Yes. You have. And I am also grateful.”

“I guess I’ll take your word for it. But let me know if there’s anything else I can do. Because I feel hugely indebted.”

Elliot tilted his head as Dustin’s lips made their way back toward his ear. After a moment, he said, “Actually…”

Dustin paused and looked at him. Elliot had gone a little pink, but was holding his gaze firmly. “You could fuck me.”

Dustin’s heart kicked in his throat. In the two weeks since they started doing this again, they’d done plenty together in this bed – but not that. Elliot hadn’t brought it up and Dustin didn’t want to push it. He was perfectly happy with what they were doing.

He put his lips to the tip of Elliot’s chin. “Okay…”

“I’ve been practicing.”