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“Thanks.” I took a sip of the ice water and put the washcloth on my forehead and leaned back. Obvious dick tent be damned. Let him look all he wanted.

“I’m guessing you weren’t bothered by the fact that I’ve been on camera with another guy.”

“Fuck, no,” I said with a smile.

“Good to know…for the future.”

What the fuck does that mean?

I tried - I really did - to get my dick to calm the hell down, but the mixture of beer, that super hot prince on TV earlier, imagining doing nasty things in the shower with Eli, and now this whole video thing. It wasn’t gonna happen. I’d be hard until tomorrow.

Seacrest was still talking in the background. I heard him say “a minute to go” and pulled the washcloth off my forehead. Indeed, there were fifty-four seconds left in the year. I took another sip of water and set the glass down on the table.

“Feeling better?” Eli asked.

I nodded.

“Ten-nine-eight-”

“Good. Sorry if I made you uncomfortable with the whole video thing.”

“Four-three-two-”

“I’m the one that asked.”

“Happy New Year!”

We wished each other a happy new year and continued to watch the television. Everyone was kissing, and it made the ensuing silence ten times worse.

My dick was still pushing against the fabric of my pants. Achingly hard. I glanced down, shocked my precum hadn’t bled through yet.

For once, they showed a gay couple on screen kiss and I instinctively moistened my lips with my tongue, risking a glance at Eli. He was staring at me.

“I’d really like to kiss you right now, Gareth.”

Fuck yes.

“I’d really like you to do more than kiss me right now, Eli.”

I didn’t have to say anything else. Eli launched himself across the couch, pinning me underneath his body. His hands went straight to my head, holding my lips in place so he could bring his mouth to mine. I opened for him immediately, letting a whimper escape.

I’m sure I tasted like beer, just as he did, but it didn’t matter. Eli’s tongue was finally inside my mouth again and I was going to savor it.

His fingers slid around the back of my head, threading into my hair. I gasped as he pulled hard, breaking the kiss and exposing my throat. He leaned down and sucked hard, no doubt leaving a hickey, in several places on my neck as I bucked upwards into his body.

“You like that?” he asked.

“Ye-yeah. O-oh…f-fuck.”

“I need you naked,” he said, pushing off the couch to stand up. “Now.”

I shook my head. “You first.” I leaned forward and reached for the button on his jeans. Once they popped open, the pressure inside was enough to push the zipper down halfway, and I was able to pull them off.

I could tell he was fully hard. The black jockstrap barely contained all of him. With a flick of my fingers, his entire length popped out the side and I engulfed the head with one swift lunge forward.

It was clear from the taste that he had been just as turned on as me. His foreskin was slippery and easily slid down his shaft and back over his head, matching the rhythm of my mouth. When his hand grabbed my head and he said, “God damn it, Gareth, your mouth is so fu-ahh!” I wanted to cum right then and there. Instead, I grabbed his balls with my thumb and index finger and pulled down gently.

“Fuck!” Eli thrust forward. My mouth barely fit around his girth. It felt like I had a beer bottle between my lips. “You’re such a stud. I bet you can take the whole thing. Open that throat and give it a try.”