be—but he was. Because of the look in the man’s eyes. Broken. That’s the look. A broken man. One he could shatter with a careless flick of his hand. Jesus Christ, it was Creed. Creed was far from fragile. What the hell was he thinking?
He leaned in and his gaze locked with Creed’s. Eli tasted, a touch of his tongue on the now dripping head. God, he tasted so good. Eli wanted to go slow. Wanted to make this last. He burned to know everything. Now. The muscles in Creed’s thighs flexed when Eli took him deep inside. Creed’s muffled cry startled him. He looked up to find him biting his palm to keep from making noise. His eyes wild. But he tasted so good and Eli couldn’t stop now. He wanted everything.
He used his tongue to suck him in deep, sliding it along his length, swirling it around the rim of his head, inside the small opening. And still Creed fought to keep quiet. His body betraying him. He thrust into Eli’s mouth. Slowly, awkwardly at first. Eli took him, all of him, down his throat. Letting him take control. A hand snaked into his hair, holding him, not pulling, not rough, just there.
Eli ran his hands along the muscles behind Creed’s legs, over his ass, one hand around to rest on his stomach.
“Eli.” His voice was a rasping gasp. “Eli.” He stopped moving. His belly heaving as he fought off orgasm. “Stop. It’s too much.”
The hand in his hair dragged him away. Eli stumbled back onto his feet, breathing hard. What the hell was that? The man against the wall didn’t move. He wouldn’t meet Eli’s eyes. He seemed embarrassed. “I’m sorry,” he said in a dull tone.
Eli took his hand, tracing the teeth marks with his fingers. Creed had done this to himself. Why? He held it in his as he climbed to his feet. “It’s all right, Creed. It’s been a long time since I’ve done that.”
“Wasn’t you.” Creed looked at him finally, his eyes blank again. “I was too close. Sorry. Not ready to…” He shrugged away the rest.
“Me either.” Eli wanted to take him in his arms and hold him. He’d had this urge before. The day he nearly died. This overpowering out of the blue need to protect Creed scared him. “Okay. It’s fine.”
“Yeah, fine.”
Creed let him lead him to the bed. He let Eli lay him down. Eli left his shorts on the floor and climbed in beside him. “Creed?”
“Yeah?” His voice shook, he lay so still.
“Touch me.” He wasn’t sure why he said that.
“Where?” came the startled reply.
“Anywhere. Just … I want to feel your hands on me.” Because right now he couldn’t escape the idea that Creed wasn’t interested in him. Just sex. And Eli was the only available person.
Creed rolled to face him; his lean, tanned body agile, catlike. “It’s been a long time, Eli,” he said instead of touching. “A really long time.”
“Okay,” Eli whispered watching the emotion play across Creed’s face. “So we’re just blowing off steam. No harm. No foul.”
“What does that mean?” The shuttered gaze again. Creed was possibly the most frustrating man he’d ever met. “Just fucking around because there isn’t anyone else. Is that what this is? I’m here, and not averse to taking it up the ass, so you thought you’d use that to your advantage?”
The change from cold to hot left Eli momentarily stunned. “Yes … I mean no. Shit, Creed, I don’t know.”
Creed moved swiftly, almost like that day he’d come from a deep sleep, and much like that day Eli found himself on his back with a naked, furious man on top of him. “I guess it’s either fuck or fight. Is that it? Like yesterday. Or fight then fuck. The question is, which do you really want from me?”
Somehow the man changed while he watched, and Eli wasn’t entirely certain what he’d done. Creed lost the hard look; his face became sensual, eyes glowing with lust. His smile was languid, flirtatious. Even his voice changed. Softer, sweeter. He licked his lips with the tip of
He leaned in and his gaze locked with Creed’s. Eli tasted, a touch of his tongue on the now dripping head. God, he tasted so good. Eli wanted to go slow. Wanted to make this last. He burned to know everything. Now. The muscles in Creed’s thighs flexed when Eli took him deep inside. Creed’s muffled cry startled him. He looked up to find him biting his palm to keep from making noise. His eyes wild. But he tasted so good and Eli couldn’t stop now. He wanted everything.
He used his tongue to suck him in deep, sliding it along his length, swirling it around the rim of his head, inside the small opening. And still Creed fought to keep quiet. His body betraying him. He thrust into Eli’s mouth. Slowly, awkwardly at first. Eli took him, all of him, down his throat. Letting him take control. A hand snaked into his hair, holding him, not pulling, not rough, just there.
Eli ran his hands along the muscles behind Creed’s legs, over his ass, one hand around to rest on his stomach.
“Eli.” His voice was a rasping gasp. “Eli.” He stopped moving. His belly heaving as he fought off orgasm. “Stop. It’s too much.”
The hand in his hair dragged him away. Eli stumbled back onto his feet, breathing hard. What the hell was that? The man against the wall didn’t move. He wouldn’t meet Eli’s eyes. He seemed embarrassed. “I’m sorry,” he said in a dull tone.
Eli took his hand, tracing the teeth marks with his fingers. Creed had done this to himself. Why? He held it in his as he climbed to his feet. “It’s all right, Creed. It’s been a long time since I’ve done that.”
“Wasn’t you.” Creed looked at him finally, his eyes blank again. “I was too close. Sorry. Not ready to…” He shrugged away the rest.
“Me either.” Eli wanted to take him in his arms and hold him. He’d had this urge before. The day he nearly died. This overpowering out of the blue need to protect Creed scared him. “Okay. It’s fine.”
“Yeah, fine.”
Creed let him lead him to the bed. He let Eli lay him down. Eli left his shorts on the floor and climbed in beside him. “Creed?”
“Yeah?” His voice shook, he lay so still.
“Touch me.” He wasn’t sure why he said that.
“Where?” came the startled reply.
“Anywhere. Just … I want to feel your hands on me.” Because right now he couldn’t escape the idea that Creed wasn’t interested in him. Just sex. And Eli was the only available person.
Creed rolled to face him; his lean, tanned body agile, catlike. “It’s been a long time, Eli,” he said instead of touching. “A really long time.”
“Okay,” Eli whispered watching the emotion play across Creed’s face. “So we’re just blowing off steam. No harm. No foul.”
“What does that mean?” The shuttered gaze again. Creed was possibly the most frustrating man he’d ever met. “Just fucking around because there isn’t anyone else. Is that what this is? I’m here, and not averse to taking it up the ass, so you thought you’d use that to your advantage?”
The change from cold to hot left Eli momentarily stunned. “Yes … I mean no. Shit, Creed, I don’t know.”
Creed moved swiftly, almost like that day he’d come from a deep sleep, and much like that day Eli found himself on his back with a naked, furious man on top of him. “I guess it’s either fuck or fight. Is that it? Like yesterday. Or fight then fuck. The question is, which do you really want from me?”
Somehow the man changed while he watched, and Eli wasn’t entirely certain what he’d done. Creed lost the hard look; his face became sensual, eyes glowing with lust. His smile was languid, flirtatious. Even his voice changed. Softer, sweeter. He licked his lips with the tip of
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