Page 51 of Wingmen

“Can I?”

“You’re not serious.”

But the way Elliot was looking up at him with a half-innocent, half-wicked gleam in his eye, made him lookdeadserious.

“Why?” said Dustin.

Elliot shrugged, shaking his head. “I don’t know.” His eyes went to Dustin’s cock, gleaming and sticking straight up between them. “It’s there. It’s…pointy. I just wanna try it.”

There was something extremely hot about the way Elliot stared at his cock. Dustin hadn’t seen anyone that excited about it since, like, high school, when it was new and no one knew what to do with it. And if Dustin shut him down, then what? The kid was literally asking for consent, exactly like Dustin had tried to say he should, and he probably didn’t even realize he was doing it.

So…was this mentoring? Technically?

Just let him do it, said a voice in his head.Worst case scenario, you get your dick sucked.

He shook his head and blinked. “Alright.”

Elliot’s eyes sparked. He got to his feet and took a donut out of the box, hesitated with it in both hands, then shoved it onto Dustin’s cock, sugar sprinkling everywhere.

“Easy…” growled Dustin, and Elliot’s eyes flicked up – just wicked,wickedfucking eyes – then he went to his knees again and started to nibble it off.

“Jesus Christ,” Dustin breathed. His hands fisted the table edge. “You’re a fucking menace.”

Rodriguez laughed nervously and put his hands on the inside of Dustin’s knees and kept going. Dustin couldn’t watch. It was like the weirdest, most intense edging he’d ever done. Every swivel of Elliot’s dark head. Every tentative breath and brush of his nose and tiny, accidental scrape of his teeth, and never…actually…touching…

Within minutes, Dustin was losing his mind; his cock was drooling and his thighs were shaking, and his frustration had turned into something hotter, dirtier, than he knew what to do with.

“Fuck,” he moaned, gazing at Elliot’s dark head through a haze of lust, “this is fucking crazy.”

Elliot nodded. “Mhm.”

“Are you gonna…is that all you’re – are you just – gonna do that?”

Elliot lifted one shoulder, and Dustin was pretty sure he was smiling as he nibbled off another bite.

“Fuck– you. Fuck you, Rodriguez. You little – Oh – fuck–”

He was going to come. Holy shit he was going to come and Rodriguez wasn’t even sucking his dick, which meant if this was a competition he wasdefinitelylosing. Elliot flicked his dark eyes up, questioning, and as they met Dustin’s, he came.

“Shit–” he gasped, and looked down at what was happening. “Oh God…”

It spurted once as Elliot scrambled backward on his knees, mouth open and full of donut. He looked fascinated. Or horrified. Or both.

“It’s just coming out,” he murmured. “I didn’t even…”

Dustin shut his eyes and tipped his head back, groaning as his balls pulsed and his cock jerked and dribbled, and when it was over, he fell back on the table, staring at the ceiling. He lay there hearing nothing but the sound of his own breathing until Elliot said, “Sorry.”

Dustin looked up. “Don’t be sorry.”

“I didn’t mean for that to happen.”

“It was good.”

Elliot looked skeptical.

“It was…weird,” Dustin amended. He blew out a breath and put his head back down. “I think that was probably too advanced for your first attempt.” He looked at Elliot. “Did you want me to…?”

Elliot slowly started chewing again, shaking his head like he couldn’t quite believe what he’d just done. He swallowed and said, “I think I’m good? I’m just gonna go outside.”