Page 99 of Wingmen

“What?” Elliot pushed up on his elbows.

“We’re doingthis.” Dustin’s head dipped and his beard brushed Elliot’s thigh. “You like this. Lie down, please.”

“You’re such an asshole.Why?”

Dustin’s eyes came up. They were dark with amusement and crinkled at the corners. “Because I’m the grownup,” he said. “And I said so.”

And he slipped his finger back inside as he took Elliot in his mouth again.

Elliot swore and sank back into the couch. He did his best not to writhe and moan as Dustin worked him with his mouth and fingers, because he didn’t want to give Dustin the satisfaction of thinking he was right. But it was impossible. Dustinwasright. Hedidlike this. He was desperate for it. Had been for weeks.

Dustin worked him like that until Elliot was so wild with need he was thrusting into his mouth, and then, when he was certain he couldn’t take a second longer, he stopped. Elliot gasped, furious, as his mouth and finger disappeared, and then he felt Dustin slide his tongue flat and wide down the whole length of his shaft…and then lower…andlower. He looked down as Dustin’s eyes came up.

“Is this okay?”

Wordlessly, Elliot nodded. Dustin smiled and kept going, pulling Elliot’s sweats down and pushing his thighs apart. Elliot watched, tipping up his hips, and then Dustin was spreading him open, and thenhistongue was in Elliot’s asshole.

“Oh my Go–” Elliot’s head tipped back and his legs spread wider.

“Okay?”

“Yes – fuck–”

It wassomuch more than okay. It was unbelievable. The warmth and wetness of Dustin’s mouth, the scratch of his beard…

“Your beard,” he gasped.

“Is good?”

“Yes. Holy shit. It’s – oh fuck – it’s so good.”

Dustin wrapped his hand around Elliot’s cock and kept going with his tongue and finger. Elliot was aware that more totally unhinged sounds were coming out of him, and he didn’t fucking care. He felt exposed and vulnerable and terrified, andit was so fucking hot.

In less than a minute, he was pretty sure he was going to come, and his hand shot up to brace against the sofa arm as the other sank into Dustin’s hair, and he came so suddenly he didn’t even have time to warn Dustin it was happening. His hand fisted tight to keep Dustin still as the first pulse shot out and went God only knew what direction.

“Jesus,” Dustin breathed. “Jesus, Roddy, it’s going fucking everywhere.”

“I know,” Elliot moaned, eyes squeezed shut, one hand braced against the sofa arm as he helplessly spurted. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry, it’s so fucking hot.”

Seconds later Dustin’s tongue and finger went away, and Elliot heard him furiously pounding himself over the edge as well. When he opened his eyes, he saw Dustin aiming his release at Elliot’s stomach to join the absolute swamp Elliot was already making. When they were finished, he sank back on his knees and they sat there staring at each other. Dustin looked around at the mess.

“I guess I’ll get a mop.” He looked at Elliot. “And a bucket.”

Elliot managed a single dry laugh and closed his eyes.

Dustin got up and Elliot heard him go barefoot to the kitchen and fill a glass of water. When he came back he wiped Elliot down with something substantial – bath towel? Beach towel? Circus tent? – and then the couch creaked as he sat beside him.

“Here.”

Elliot opened his eyes and took the glass of water. He sat up on one elbow, finished half, and handed it back to Dustin.

“You were right,” he mumbled, lying down and closing his eyes. “That was the right call.”

Dustin sounded only slightly smug as he said, “I know.” Elliot opened one eye to give him a sassy look as Dustin finished the glass of water, then put it on the coffee table. He put his feet up beside it and leaned back, picking up Elliot’s feet and putting them in his lap.

They sat quietly in the sun coming through the big window until Dustin smirked and said, “I can’t believe my Instagram turned you gay.”