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Lavi vanished into the darkness of the kitchen, then reappeared, rubbing his face against the edge of the doorframe.
Eli hobbled up from the couch. “Bedtime, sweetheart. Breakfast tomorrow.”
The response was a long, pitiful meow.
“Oh, don’t give me that.” He limped toward the kitchen. “Fine. A few treats.”You are such a sucker.
Once Lavi was placated, Eli took to the stairs, pulling himself up each step. Justin lay exactly where Eli had left him. Even when he flicked off the light, Justin didn’t stir.
In the light from the street, Eli stripped and slid into bed next to Justin.
No, he wasn’t a monster—just tired. Top drop.
He and Justin had given and taken what they needed, finally consummating the desire they’d been dancing around for two months. They’d make it work, somehow.
Because lying next to Justin was sublime. Sleep washed over Eli and pulled him under.
Chapter Nine
The first hint Justin wasn’t home was the bed. Both too firm and too soft, it wasn’t a lumpy mess. The room was light and airy and smelled of lavender, wood polish, and sex, not of damp mildew under awful air freshener.
Eli’s house. Eli’s bed. Justin stared out into the bedroom. His back and ass ached with a dull glow he knew would flare the moment he moved.
Last night he’d been stripped, flogged, and fucked by Eli. Now they were dating? Or in a Dom/sub thing? Justin’s head swam. Rolling on his back would hurt, but he needed to see if Eli really slept next to him. He turned, gritting his teeth when his back connected with the mattress, and looked.
Mussed black curls and stubble that made Eli’s jawline look so sharp by the end of the week. Relaxed and still, Eli looked younger, nearly Justin’s age, if he had to guess. Beautiful.
Justin rotated to his side and Eli’s eyes flickered and opened.
Eli cupped a hand against Justin’s face and stroked his cheek with a thumb. “Justin. You’re here.”
Drenched in sleep, Eli’s voice slipped through Justin, stirring desire and need. “Yeah. I am.”
“Good.” Eli closed his eyes, but the gentle swirling of his thumb didn’t stop.
“I thought it might be a dream.”
Those gray eyes opened again. “A good one, or a nightmare?”
He slid closer and kissed Eli’s chin, running his tongue over the stubble there. “Dreams of you are always good.”
“Even when you hated me?”
Justin flinched, but he deserved that. “Even then.” Eli shifted his hand to the back of Justin’s head, pulling his hair, the sharp tug thickening Justin’s cock. “I don’t hate you now.”
Eli’s laugh vibrated Justin’s body. “I should hope not,” he whispered in Justin’s ear.
After that, time slipped away into touch and taste and bites and moans. Fingers and lips and tongues moved over flesh. Hard cocks rocked together until Justin realized the whimpers weren’t all his and that the last “Fuck, please,” hadn’t come from his mouth.
They were equals, at least at the moment. It had never been that way with Francis. He kissed Eli’s shoulder, breathing in the deep, rich scent of his skin. “I like this.”
“Me too.”
The spell broke. “What’s going to happen, Eli?”
Nimble fingers brushed over one of Justin’s nipples, and pinched—hard enough that Justin threw back his head and gasped.
“Well, first I’m going to fuck you until scream, then I’m going to make you pancakes.”
