Page 68 of Wingmen

Not til this afternoon.

He lowered the phone, chewing his lip. He felt bad about running away after practice last night. Bennet could obviously see there was something he wasn’t telling him. He still didn’t want to. But it’s not like Dustin could force him.

He checked the time; he needed to be back at Force that afternoon, too. But he had a couple of hours.

Okay.let me shower

A moment with nothing, then three dots, then a devil emoji, then,Shower here.

The shower took aboutfour times longer than it needed to, because Dustin kept finding places where Elliot ‘still wasn’t clean’. Elliot had never actually washed behind his ears before. Or had his cock so thoroughly polished.

“Diablo,” he moaned, as Dustin locked his hips to the wall with his forearm, tonguing his slit while he palmed his balls like he was weighing a bag of oranges or something. “Holy shit, have you been – ah, God – have you been practicing on someone?”

Dustin smiled around him, flicking up his eyes. “Just researching.”

“Researchingwhere?”

Dustin answered by slipping his finger into Elliot’s ass. Elliot jolted and clutched his hair.

“You’re gonna make me come. Ay – fuck, Dustin…” He tried to push him off, but Dustin grabbed his wrist and pinned it to the wall behind him as he took him all the way down, and before he could stop it, Elliot was spilling down his throat andDustin wasswallowing it, which was sort of terrifying because they’d never done that before, but alsoso sohot.

Dustin sat back on his heels and wiped his mouth and blinked up through the water.

Elliot looked back, skeptical. “How was that?”

“Kind of weird.” Dustin ran his tongue around his teeth. “But this way we don’t have to keep dumping it all over my rental car. Plus, I just had to see if I could get it all – so much comes out of you.”

Elliot blushed. “Is it a lot?”

“Ithink so.”

“Someone else told me that once. She was pretty mad.”

“Mad?”

“She had all her clothes on still, it kind of got everywhere.”

Dustin stood, lining his whole wet, naked body up with Elliot’s and flattening him to the wall. He kissed him, and Elliot tasted himself in Dustin’s mouth as he slid his hand to his erection. “I’m not mad,” said Dustin. “I think it’s crazy hot.”

When they got out, Dustin wrapped him in a towel and they stood face to face in the clearing steam while he dried him. The way he was looking at Elliot made a big, weird feeling swell and pop inside Elliot’s chest, and he looked away and said, “What?”

Dustin shrugged. “Just happy you’re here.”

Elliot rolled his eyes. “Gay.”

He drew the line at Dustin toweling his hair, because there was no way this white man was going to get that right, and Dustin went out to the kitchen to make another round of eggs. Elliot stood in front of the mirror, carefully scrunching his curls.

This big, weird feeling made him very nervous. Not because it felt bad – exactly the opposite. He really liked it. But he couldn’t stop thinking about Sal now – because it’s not likegetting a dick in his ass the other night was theonlything he’d been doing with Dustin. It’s not like Sal would approve of what they’d just done in the shower, oranythingthey’d done in the car.

He finished his hair and shook out the towel, looking around for a place to hang it. There was a metal rail on the wall beside the sink, and as he draped the damp towel over it, his eye fell on a bottle beside the soap dish.

He smoothed the towel along the rail and picked it up. It was a prescription for something, and it looked disturbingly familiar. But all prescriptions looked the same until you read the label. He turned it over and did that.

He had to read it three times, because the gut punch that hit him on the first read-through was so viscerally awful it made him feel temporarily blind. The second and third time through, the words were the same.

It was the same thing they’d given to Sal.

Elliot stood naked at the sink with the bottle in his hands while stuff he’d been suppressing for a year came gurgling up inside him. Without Dustin’s dick even forcing it out.