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Chapter 13

It was completely possible they weren’t even going to make it out of the elevator this time.

Unlike last time they’d been in this elevator together, when Elliott had kissed Mal and he’d been shocked, this time, to Elliott’s surprise, Mal had him against the wall the moment the doors clanged shut.

“You’re a quick learner,” Elliott groaned as Mal’s mouth slid down his neck to just the spot that made him full body shiver.

“Am I?” Mal murmured into his neck.

“You know you are.”

To Elliott’s disappointment, Mal lifted his head. The look in his blue eyes was smoky and intimate. Elliott had known for awhile this was way more than sex, but that look? If he hadn’t been sure before, he’d be sure now. “Guess I don’t need to keep setting your expectations low, then.”

“You never had to do that,” Elliott said.

Mal shrugged and the elevator dinged, indicating their floor. He gestured towards the door and Elliott exited, still feeling the warmth as Mal followed close behind, palm flat against his back.

He fumbled with the keys, and when he finally got the door open, Mal practically dragged him to the bed.

It was really fucking cute how he’d been trying to rely on his thinly stretched self-control at the arcade, but it was even cuter that it was snapping now.

Mal pressed him to the bed, kissing him hard and then soft, but every single meeting of their mouths was deep and intense.

Elliott had always enjoyed kissing, but he’d never kissed anyone like Malcolm before. Mal made even the kissing a full fucking meal, and Elliott could barely get enough, greedily stealing every single bit that he could.

He ran his fingers down Mal’s shirt and plucked the buttons open one by one, enjoying the way Mal inhaled sharply as his fingers, probably cold, found a wedge of warm, bare skin.

Mal broke the kisses only to pull Elliott’s sweatshirt over his head, then his T-shirt. His fingers were cold too—thank you, Portland in November—but they only felt good against Elliott’s overheated skin.

His hands drifted lower, pressing against his cock, hard and aching and confined in his jeans.

“Yeah, yeah,” Elliott begged mindlessly.

He wanted it to be good, of course, but they’d both learned that they were so wild for each other—especially Mal, who had spent way too many years in painful self-denial—that they almost needed an orgasm each when they first got going, just to take the edge of desperation off.

“You want this?” Mal cupped his dick more firmly, making him groan.

“ Yes .”

“How ’bout more?” Mal asked as he unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, then slid off his briefs.

“More?”

Elliott would definitely not mind getting fucked again. Just the thought of it made his cock twitch against his abs. But the truth was, some of the best orgasms he’d ever experienced Mal had given him with his hands. Or even his big, muscular thigh. Elliott was definitely not above just riding the big man under him to oblivion.

But to his surprise, Mal leaned in and Elliott gasped as he slipped the head of his cock into his mouth.

“I wanna try this,” Mal said, and Elliott could only nod like an idiot as more of his cock was enveloped in the sweet heat of Mal’s mouth.

Part of Elliott wanted to just shut his eyes and enjoy the pleasure. But another part of him wanted to make sure Mal was okay. Was he handling this okay? Was he overthinking? Was he biting off more than he could chew, metaphorically ?

But Elliott was sure that looking at him was going to feel like staring into the sun, and if he did look, it was going to exponentially increase his need to thrust into Mal’s mouth until he lost himself in the ecstasy of finally seeing a long-fantasized desire come to life.

He took a chance, glancing down, and groaned again. Because Mal was as gorgeous with his mouth full of his cock as he’d imagined he would be.

Elliott couldn’t resist the urge to reach out and touch him.

“Is it okay—”

But Elliott interrupted him before Mal offered another apology for his lack of experience. “Yes. God , yes. You’re freaking brilliant.”

Mal flushed. Curled his tongue around Elliott’s cockhead in an expert move that had Elliott swearing.

“No lessons required,” Elliott added. “Though if you wanted to spend more time practicing, I’m not gonna complain.”

Mal’s gaze was hot on him as he sucked Elliott’s cock with the perfect pressure.

It was so goddamn good he wasn’t going to last. Between the act itself and the way Mal fucking looked, sucking his cock, he was going to come his brains out in a minute.

He tried to pull back as he grew closer to the edge, but Mal put a firm hand on his hip, which, frankly, sent him over before he’d even been able to hold off.

He was coming, long, sweet pulses down Mal’s throat, and when it finally ended, Mal crowded him against the headboard and kissed him.

When it finally ended, Elliott was still panting. Whether from the incredible orgasm or the kiss, it was hard to say. Maybe they could try that experiment again. Very soon.

“That was hot when you did it to me, and I hoped you’d like it too,” Mal said, licking his red, wet lips.

If Elliott could’ve gotten hard again, less than five minutes after his last orgasm, he’d have done it.

“Getting a blowjob? Listen, I’m never—”

“Tasting my come on your tongue,” Mal said, shaking his head, and ugh , Elliott’s cock gave a feeble attempt at finding another erection.

“God, why do you have to be this way?” Elliott complained.

“Clueless?”

“Completely fucking hot, in every single goddamn way,” Elliott said firmly.

“Oh. Oh .”

“ Oh .” He shook his head, affectionate and in awe of how much he really liked this guy. Even more than he’d ever imagined he would—and he had a fucking fantastic imagination. Elliott regained the last of his energy and found it was actually easy to muscle Malcolm into the spot he’d just occupied.

“Aw, baby,” Elliott cooed as he leaned in, finally relieving Mal of his jeans and boxer briefs, “that looks like it’s painful.”

His cock was hard and twitching, flushed red and drooling onto Mal’s abs.

Elliott couldn’t help but lean in and clean that up a little. Mal gasped as he slid his tongue around the head.

But he had another goal in mind. A plan he hoped Mal would be down with.

With one hand he reached into his drawer, grabbing what he needed, and the other, he trailed down Mal’s thigh, enjoying the way the muscle tensed under his touch.

He slid his thumb against Mal’s hole, and Mal stiffened again—not in a good way.

“We don’t have to, if you don’t want to,” Elliott promised.

“I want to.” Mal hesitated. “I’m not sure I’m—I want to.”

“Do you trust me?” Elliott asked, before he could psych himself out, thinking of the possible answers Mal could give to that question.

But Mal nodded, expression solemn and serious. “I do,” he said. “I trust you.”

Elliott knew what that meant—to him, and to Mal.

“I got you,” he said.

He took his time, warming the lube between his fingers then carefully spreading it around Mal’s hole, only breaching him a little at a time. First a single finger, then two.

Not everyone liked this, and Elliott wouldn’t have minded if Mal didn’t. But he did. Liked probably was an understatement. He was biting his lips, face and chest flushed red, and his cock was twitching with arousal against his stomach, not flagging in the least as Elliott fucked him with his fingers.

When he finally slipped them out of the white-hot tightness of Mal’s body, Mal groaned in disappointment.

“Trust me some more, okay?” Elliott asked. “You’re gonna like this even more.”

He had a vibrating plug, but he thought that was going to be a step too far for Mal today, so he took his simpler one, lubed it up, and then slid it carefully inside him, slow and deliberate.

Mal tensed and groaned low in his throat. “I’m so fucking close,” he begged. “God, let me come.”

If this worked the way Elliott hoped, the plug would rest right against his prostate, driving him crazy with pleasure, when Elliott returned his attention to his cock.

Sure enough—Mal gave a shout when the plug came to rest and practically every muscle in his body vibrated.

“Yeah, that’s good, right?” Elliott teased, tapping the base of the plug, enjoying the intensity of Mal’s reaction. He loved how responsive he was, how incredibly into this he was. Not just the ass play, but every single minute of their time together.

From the moment they started to kiss, Malcolm was always all-in, intently focused on Elliott, like he couldn’t even think about anyone else.

“God, yes,” Mal said with a rough groan. “Please let me come.”

“Oh, honey, I’ve got you,” Elliott said, and he’d barely gotten his mouth around Mal’s cock when he lost it, rope after rope of come falling across his tongue and down his throat.

Mal’s cry sounded like it came from deep inside him, and it went on longer than Elliott had hoped, even.

When it finally ended, he slumped back on the bed, the widest smile Elliott had ever seen breaking his face practically in two.

“Fuck,” Mal said. “How did you—how did I— ”

“Good, right?” Elliott reached down and carefully worked the plug out, trying to ignore how his own fingers were trembling. Watching Mal fall apart like that had been so hot he’d definitely found his second wind and he wanted nothing more than to slide right in. But Mal was brand-new at this, and he didn’t want to push him, or rush him.

You’re playing the long game, Elliott reminded himself.

“Unbelievable.” Mal pinned him with those blue eyes. “Fuck me.”

Elliott’s fingers slipped on the plug as he tossed it onto his shirt to clean later.

“You don’t need—”

“I want to. I want to feel you inside me. It’ll still feel good, right? Even if I’m soft . . .” Mal trailed off and glanced down at his cock, which was really not all that soft.

“It might, I enjoy it no matter what but—”

“Stop worrying and just do it,” Mal begged. “Come on.”

And how was Elliott supposed to resist that?

He was just a guy—a guy with plenty of inconvenient feelings, who really wanted the man lying down in front of him.

Elliott let out a gust of air. Maybe this was inevitable. Grabbing for a condom, he ripped open the package and rolled it on—resolving that he’d fit in some blood tests this week so they could dispense with the extra protection—and slicked himself up.

“Just breathe,” Elliott told Mal as he positioned himself and began to slide his cock in.

“Shouldn’t you be telling yourself that?” Mal had reached down and was slowly jacking off his half-hard cock, which was extra hot, frankly. Next time, he was going to need to sit there and watch as Mal got himself off, maybe with that vibrating plug in his ass.

“Uh, probably,” Elliott said, panting as he slid home. Mal was tight and hot, and even though he’d come plenty hard earlier, his self-control was already slipping. Mal felt so goddamn good, and it was Mal . He was fucking Malcolm McCoy, and God, that was almost enough to make him lose it right now.

He gave a short, gentle thrust and Mal moaned underneath him.

“Fuck, this shouldn’t be so . . .”

“Shouldn’t it though?” Mal wondered. He was fully hard now, and that pushed Elliott in even deeper. He was barely holding himself back from just thrusting mindlessly into Mal.

Enjoying every goddamn second of his glorious body.

“Come on,” Mal murmured. “Fuck me like you mean it.”

Elliott’s control broke and he couldn’t say later if he did Mal justice on his first penetrative fuck but it was wildly good for him—and maybe it hadn’t been so bad for Mal, either, because less than thirty seconds later, he was coming again, groaning as come splattered up his chest.

Elliott’s rhythm broke and he ground in, coming hard.

His knees gave out and he collapsed between Mal’s legs, groaning.

“Goddamn,” Mal murmured, one of his hands carding through Elliott’s hair. “That was—”

“Yeah,” Elliott agreed.

Afraid that if he said more, he’d say every single word on his mind.

Which was that he’d never been in so deep before. He’d never felt this way about anyone—wasn’t sure that he could fall any harder or deeper.

I love you .

But Elliott pushed the words away. There’d been a time, not that long ago, when Mal could barely stand him. Nevermind like him.

This would need to be enough.

For now, anyway.

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