Page 61 of Wingmen

Dustin turned him gently around by the shoulders and put his lips to the back of Elliot’s neck. “On your hands and knees. We’ll go slow.”

Elliot climbed up. He looked ridiculous – the world’s pre-eminent hockey star on all fours with his ass in the air.

“This is so stupid,” he muttered, “I look like a donkey.”

Dustin stepped up behind him and settled his hands on his hips. “Yeehaw.”

Elliot scoffed, but pushed back as Dustin pressed into him. Dustin ran his hands down Elliot’s spine and pressed his shoulders gently down into the mattress. There was a mole on the back of his right shoulder. He stroked it with his thumb. “I like this.”

Elliot stuck his thumb up in the air, his voice muffled by the sheets. “Good to know.”

Dustin reached for the nightstand and poured out a generous puddle of lube. He smeared it onto both hands and stepped back to evaluate the situation.

Just…staring into another man’s asshole. Truly never thought this would be where life took him.

“Ready?” he said. Elliot nodded with his face in the sheets. “You have to say it. I can’t–”

Elliot turned his face sideways. “Ready.”

Dustin reached around and took him in his hand. He stroked once, slowly, and Elliot arched like a cat, stretching his fingers wide. Dustin pressed back, pushing his erection between Elliot’s thighs, feeling him slick and hot and hard in his hand. He stroked him like that as he slid his other hand between them and put his finger against his hole. He tapped it, and Elliot gripped the sheet with both hands. Dustin paused, feeling like he should say grace or something, then slipped in.

“¡Puñeta! Fuck!”

“Relax.”

“Fuck off,relax.Why don’t we stick something inyourasshole and we’ll see how relaxed you are, pendejo?”

Dustin smiled. “Maybe next time.”

He started to work Elliot open like they’d read about – slow circles, one finger, then two. Elliot shivered, and Dustin bent to kiss his spine.

“How does it feel?”

“Ummm…” Elliot was holding tight to the sheets. “Good?”

“Actually good?”

“Weird.”

“Okay…”

“Keep going.”

The clinical part of it should have killed the mood. It didn’t. The way Elliot pushed back into Dustin’s hand as he began to relax, the small sounds he made into the sheets when Dustin curled his fingers, even the constant checking in that Dustin had to do because Elliot refused to volunteer any information – that was hotter than anything they’d done so far.

“How’s it going?” he said, slowly stroking Elliot’s cock, fingers crooked inside him.

Elliot turned his face again. But instead of saying anything, he just nodded.

Dustin removed his fingers and stepped back. He prepared himself with a condom and lube. He took Elliot by the hips and lined up. “Are you sure?”

Elliot nodded, turning his face into the sheet again. Dustin pressed in slowly, sucking in a breath, his fingers digging automatically into Elliot’s hips. Elliot went still.

“Okay?”

He nodded. Dustin carefully pushed in another inch. His voice was rough as he said, “Elliot? Talk to me, please.”

Elliot made a tiny muffled sound against the mattress.