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Chapter One
Elliot
The more excited you are and more you want time to speed up towards something you’re anticipating, the slower it crawls. I swear it’s true. It must be, because I’m sure the half hour must finally have passed when I glance at the clock again, but to my dismay, it’s been a whopping seven minutes.
I groan impatiently. I feel like a kid on Christmas morning whose parents have confined him to his bedroom until the sun comes up so he’s not bounding in to wake them at four in the morning.
I may or may not have been that kid back in the day, and while I outwardly control my patience reasonably well as an adult, that doesn’t mean I’m not still buzzing on the inside. Although it’s not toys and candy canes I’m looking forward to now, but rather, a third date with an amazing girl.
Well, maybe it’s only our second date, technically, since our first wasn’t “officially” a date. Her face pops into my head and a goofy, lovesick grin spreads over my face. I’d met Lena Donovan at a bar, having gone out for a few drinks with some buddies after work.
The bar had been hosting karaoke that night, and her rendition of “With or Without You” by U2 had completely stolen my attention away from the guys I was with. The rest of the bar had fallen away and all I could see was this stunningly beautiful blonde with the mic in her hand and the haunting melody pouring from those soft, coral-colored lips.
I’d caught her at the bar after and insisted upon buying her a drink, inadvertently stole her away from her group of friends, and we’d wound up spending the rest of the night talking until they kicked us out at last call. And even then, I’d walked her out to her car, and we’d talked a little longer. I’d asked her out for the following night, and she’d agreed, and I’d given her both my number and a kiss on the cheek.
I’d been tempted to go in for her mouth, since I’d been staring at her lips while I watched her talk all night, but I’d reigned myself in, and then on our second date, my patience had been rewarded whenshewent in for the kiss at the end of the night.
We’d been texting back and forth throughout the week, and even earlier today, with her having told me how excited she was about tonight. All of which seemed like a pretty good sign.
I try to distract myself for a little while with a game on my phone, hoping solving a puzzle will help keep my mind occupied long enough to pass a little time, but it doesn’t prove particularly effective, so I decide that maybe getting out of my room will help.
I head down the hall to the kitchen and pull a water bottle from the fridge, cracking it open and taking a long pull.
“You okay?”
I nearly drop the water bottle, jumping out of my fucking skin. I’d been so deeply wrapped up in my own head that I hadn’t even noticed my roommate Shaun sitting quietly on the couch, a book in hand.
And the sight of him does more to cool my excitement for my date tonight than anything I’ve been attempting for the last hour. “Um, yeah, I’m good,” I say simply.
Shaun’s been my roommate for about seven months or so now. He’d apparently grown up here in Lacqua Bend but left a few years ago and now he’d come back, and the two of us had hit it off instantly. After the first month, it felt like I’d known the guy my whole life and he’d slipped into the role of my best friend before I knew it.
Unfortunately, I’d also developed a little bit of a crush on him in the process. How could I help myself? Not only is he clever and funny, but he’s sinfully sexy, with the body of a Greek god and the face of an angel. I told myself I was fine, and I could ignore it…until “The Incident.”
It was about a month prior, we were just spending a Saturday night hanging out in Shaun’s room being stupid, binging one of our favorite shows and playing a drinking game with it, and while I don’t remember what started it, next thing I knew we were kissing.
His mouth is hot on mine, and I can’t tell if my head is spinning because of the rum or because of him. At first, I’m sure he’s just messing with me or that any second he’s going to pull back and come to his senses, but then his tongue traces the seam of my lips and ventures into my mouth.
Maybe I’m dreaming. Maybe I’ve passed out and this is some sort of incredibly vivid alcohol-induced dream. But when his hands slip under the hem of my shirt and his fingertips brush my skin, I know that even the most creative parts of my mind couldn’t conjure the sensations crashing through me.
I draw back to try and catch my breath for a moment. “Wh-what are you doing?”
“Something I’ve been wanting to do for months,” he replies, and before I can cobble together any semblance of a response, his mouth is on mine again.
While I know we’re drunk and I shouldn’t, his words and his enthusiasm break down what little resistance I have left, and I give in. Shaun tugs my shirt over my head, and after returning the favor, I rub the bulge straining against the zipper of his jeans, eliciting a gasp and a groan from him.
I move my lips from his mouth along his jaw, then down his neck, and his breathing grows a little more rapid. While I’m trailing kisses down his chest, my hands work at the button and the zipper on his pants. As my lips reach his navel and I’ve gotten his fly open, I pause for a moment.
“Stop me if I’m going too far,” I tell him, worried that even though he started this, I'm going to cross a line.
But Shaun simply lifts his hips a little and helps me work his jeans and boxers down over his hips. His cock is rock-hard and ready for me, and I wrap my fingers around the shaft, giving it a few long, slow strokes.
Shaun’s head falls back against the pillows, and he groans. Precum beads at the tip of his dick and I wrap my lips around the smooth, flared head to take a taste of him.
“Holy shit, Elliot,” he gasps, reaching down and threading his fingers through my hair.
I take my time with it, licking and sucking the sensitive flesh for a while before venturing lower, taking more of his cock down my throat. The sounds he’s making and the feeling of his fist tightening in my hair spur me on.
The bobbing of my head is slow at first, working my mouth down his entire length and then back up, and gradually I pick up the piece, moving faster. And while I’m sucking him off, I reach down and fondle his balls, giving the swollen orbs a gentle squeeze that makes his breath hitch.
