Page 23 of Rocking the Receiver
Imagine how amazing it would feel against my sex-deprived dick.
Ever since Elliot barged into my well-organized life, I can’t seem to get a grip. Whenever he’s around, lust clusters my brain. It started when he tricked me at that French café and hasn’t returned to normal since. First, the occasional texts to thedesperate kisses and innuendos… How I found the willpower to resist his plea during the wedding eludes me.
On the other hand, my pleading was met with little resistance and we had an absolute blast at Christmas in Colorado. Hardy brought his seven-year-old son to a Santas vs. Grinches charity hockey game. We tagged along, and guess what? Elliot recognized one of his brothers’ former rugby mates among the players and introduced us. Small world…
My band members and their significant others were oddly unfazed by my guest. Hardy’s met Tim many times, but he never pressed about my friendship with his younger brother. As for his wife, she declared that Elliot “being uprooted from his country” made her feel protective of him. Coward me couldn’t speak out the truth…
But what was it then, and what is it now?
All I know is that since then, we’ve done our best to get to know each other better, spending time together as much as our schedules allow and resisting the urge to touch or kiss. I encouraged him to find a deserving boyfriend rather than an older, closeted British country singer who won’t pursue commitment. He knew that I hooked up here and there. He didn’t know those men were faceless to me. He should have known I was trying to protect us…
So, for Thanksgiving, I aimed for the traditional experience, down to having way too much food (granted, most of it is catered). The original plan was a quiet dinner, catching up on my latest artistic news and his recent football feats, and maybe a movie afterwards.
With an NFL game on in the background, I opened the door to a gleeful Elliot, who played nice and helped with my late dinner prep—European time—since we agreed to watch the game first. He teased me when I admitted that I’d never watched an entire football game, aside from ones he played in. There’s a first for everything.
Another first was Elliot staying at my place for an extended weekend. But clear boundaries were drawn: He knew I had a two-bedroom, and that Sally’d moved in with her boyfriend.
Once everything was either in the oven or slowly reheating on the stove, I took Elliot’s duffel to the guest bedroom. From then on, the brat made a point of pushing the envelope.
“Damn, you can be such a snooze sometimes,” he called out.
Next thing I know, he effortlessly pushed me onto the sofa like I weighed nothing. In the blink of an eye, he straddled me and claimed my zealous mouth.
Yup, my soul is definitely going to rot in Hell at the pace things are progressing between us today. But then again, I don’t believe in Hell. Derailing from my principles is another story, though.
And that’s where we’re at!
“Come on, Rupert, give me more,” Elliot whimpers, wrenching his swollen lips from mine. “I’ve been behaving… for years…” The little devil’s darkened eyes dare me to stop him as he shamelessly grinds against me, creating a delicious friction.
A guttural strangled sound escapes from my throat; a battle between yearning, frustration, and reason.
About to wave the tired friendship excuse, I’m saved by the bell when the timer beeps. Elliot makes atssknoise, doesn’t budge,and concludes in a fevered tone, “Sex first, food later.” Then, he slides down my lap, so that his fingers have access to the zipper of my black jeans.
Swiftly, my hand presses over his. “Don’t! There’s no rush, please…” He surprisingly obeys, his hands grazing the side of my clothed body instead. Sucking in a breath, I add, my free hand cupping his cheek, “You’re here for a few days.” I’m not sure why I said that. Convincing myself that this is indeed inevitable? Luring him in the hopes that I’ll cave, although I’m not sold on the idea? Tempting fate to see where this extended weekend will lead?
“Damn, I can’t believe I found someone more stubborn than me! Sometimes, I wonder if you’re just an old, bigoted, virgin gay country star!”
With that, I grab his hips and swap positions, forcing his powerful body to lie down and snatching his wrists over his head. An amused smile flashes on his face when I use the other hand to align our erections. My free hand is everywhere. In his silky hair. Along his strong neck. Under his dress shirt. Too bad I can’t reach his ass!
So much for not rushing things…
“You’re gonna pay for this, trust me… and I’m no virgin.”
“Are you attracted to me at all?”
“How can you doubt that?” His face scrunches in confusion. “Listen, I am 100 % into you, Elliot… The thing is, I haven’t made peace with this idea just yet… and taking your virginity isn’t to be taken lightly. You’re my best fr?—”
He eats my words with moans, until he comes up for air. “Look, in case you haven’t noticed, patience isn’t my strong suit, and it’s wearing thin. Sorry, not sorry…” He shrugs. “I’m gonna turn twenty soon! This is Thanksgiving, and I’m thankful you invited me, so I’ll behave… tonight. Do you realize how fucking hot you are?”
I chuckle at his bluntness. “Right back at you.”
“It’s really difficult for me to slow down, but, you’re right. We have time. But this is only about us… Your friendship with my brother has nothing to do with us. He was never part of the equation. If he was such an issue for you, your dick wouldn’t be throbbing against mine right now. So, enough about him!” He pecks my lips and motions to get up.
I don’t stop him. Without asking for instructions, he opens drawers like he owns the place and sets the table while we make small talk, pretending we’re not sporting boners. Then, I tend to the turkey before we sit back down to watch the game. His animated comments melt my stupid heart.
In between numerous expletives, he explains how it all works. “See, I’m handling your football virginity and not making a big deal out of it!”
“Ha-ha!” I take notes, which he finds endearing. Of course, he’s rooting for Dallas. “My endgame is the NFL, as you know, but my college choice in Austin is also tactical. I want to play for The Austin Troopers.”
