Page 98 of Wingmen

“Fuck,” he murmured. “That got you.”

He wrapped his hand around Elliot and stroked him through the fabric, and Elliot’s back arched further, his mouth falling open, Dustin tipping his head back by the hair now. It was weeks since Dustin touched him like that – it felt like years. When he slid his hand inside and pulled out Elliot’s erection, Elliot moaned and tried to look down, but Dustin’s fingers tightened in his hair to keep him still. He began to stroke him.

Elliot was overwhelmed. He felt totally exposed: lying half-naked in his lap with Dustin holding him down by the hair. Telling him about the picture. It should have been terrifying.

It was intoxicating.

When he opened his eyes, Dustin’s gaze was locked on his face. He let go of Elliot’s hair and reached into his boxers, and started to work himself at the same rhythm.

“Can I suck your cock?” he asked, his voice low and tight.

Elliot nodded, and Dustin rolled onto all fours with his hands either side of Elliot’s hips and his knees bracketing his face, taking Elliot in his mouth. Elliot stared at the thing that was sticking out of Dustin’s waistband inches above his nose. He’d been thinking about it for weeks. He took it in his hand and sucked the tip into his mouth.

Dustin’s mouth popped off as he looked under his arm at Elliot. “Jesus.”

Elliot lifted his head to take more, and Dustin groaned and seemed to forget what he was doing. Elliot sucked him down as far as he could, feeling filthy and desperate. Dustin put his mouth back on him as he began to thrust his hips against Elliot’s mouth, and Elliot stopped working and just let him do it.

Dustin Bennet was fucking his mouth.

Holy shit it was hot. He felt like he was completely at Dustin’s mercy, and he’d never wanted anything more. He liked that feeling. He remembered what it felt likebeforehe broke down in the bed that night, when it was Dustin’s fingers inside him and he felt more terrified and alive than he ever had in his life.

He tapped Dustin’s thigh and when Dustin looked down at him he said, “Will you – um…do you remember last time…” And then he blushed furiously and couldn’t finish the sentence.

Dustin’s mouth quirked. Like he knew exactly what Elliot was trying to say. He kissed the tip of his dick. “Will I what?”

“Fuck.” Elliot squirmed. “You know.”

“Mm mm.” Dustin kissed it again. “You have to say it.”

“Oh my God,fine.” Elliot huffed and glared at the ceiling. “Please, Dustin Bennet, greatest hockey player of all time, will you put your finger in my asshole.”

Dustin choked on a laugh like he hadn’t been expecting something quite so direct, then stuck his finger in his mouth and pulled it out gleaming. He wrapped his mouth around Elliot’scock and took him all the way down as he slid the finger in, and Elliot’s mouth fell open, his hands wrapping around Dustin’s thighs as he bowed off the couch. Dustin made a low noise and started to work him like he had that night. Better than that night. His fingers hit something that made sparks shoot up Elliot’s spine, and Elliot made a noise he didn’t know a human was even capable of making.

“Ah,” said Dustin. “Found it.”

“Fuck. What? Do it again.”

Dustin did it again. A jolt of pleasure shot through Elliot, and when he felt Dustin’s mouth around his cock as well he bit his lips together to keep the weird inhuman sound inside where it probably belonged.

“Like that?” said Dustin.

“Yes! God, just stop talking and do it again.”

He did it again. Elliot moaned. The feel of it all happening all at once was like nothing he’d ever felt. “I wanna try again,” he gasped. “The thing we did before, can we try it again?”

Dustin paused. He stopped what he was doing and climbed around to kneel between Elliot’s thighs. “Try what again?”

Elliot squirmed. “You know.”

“If you can’t say it, I don’t think you get to do it,” said Dustin. Elliot glared at him, and he returned it with a firm look. “I don’t wanna hurt you.”

“You won’t, I can do it.”

“Roddy, you don’t have to prove anything. No one’s competing with you. There’s no Stanley Cup for getting your ass fucked. If you likethis, why don’t we do this?”

Elliot gazed down at Dustin’s cock, sticking up out of his waistband. Part of him wanted to find out what it felt like inside him now he knew there was a button in there that made animal noises come out. But part of him was terrified. He’d said thatmorning after he cried that he’d never do it again, and he’d meant it.

Dustin was watching him closely. A look went across his face that was firm and decisive. “No,” he said. “We’re not doing it.”