Page 89 of Just Business
“I’ve been in therapy more than half my life. You learn some things after all those years.”
Justin tightened his hold. “His name was Francis. He... Well, I guess you can figure it out.”
Enough, anyway. “Yeah.” He rubbed Justin’s back. “When you’re ready, tell me. Don’t if you’re not.”
“Not... not tonight.” He sucked down a breath. “Too much.”
That he understood. He was pretty overloaded himself. Eli leaned back against the couch, pulling Justin with him. It was going to be all right. “We can just... be here. Now. For a while.”
Somehow, they ended up lying on the couch, Justin above him. “Good.” Justin leaned down and brushed his lips against Eli’s “Because I want now. And here. And you.”
There was only one answer to that. Eli tangled his hands into Justin’s hair and kissed him like there was no other man in the world.
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The way Eli kissed Justin left no doubt to his desire. Nor did the press of Eli’s cock against Justin’s thigh. He grasped the front of Eli’s shirt and pulled him closer.
Fingers at Justin’s throat, working his tie loose. How was he still wearing it? Why were there clothes between him and Eli? He wanted Eli against his flesh without linen and cotton in between. Grappling at Eli’s shirt seemed futile.
“Tie first.” Eli spoke against his lips, all heat and husk. “And if you tear the buttons off this shirt, I swear I’ll make you sew them back on while nude.”
The things that came out of Eli’s mouth. Eli had Justin’s necktie free and the top button of his shirt open. He pressed lips against Justin’s throat and Justin rocked his dick against Eli’s hip in response.
He needed Eli undressed. Wanted both of them naked. He tugged at the silky fabric around Eli’s neck. A real bow tie, not one of those premade clip things, so it unraveled. A quick flip and it was somewhere past the coffee table and out of their way.
“Bedroom?” It came out as a gasp, because Eli had worked enough of Justin’s shirt open to nip at the skin over his clavicle.
“Yes.” Depth to that word. Heat and lust. Eli rose, even as Justin stood, both still working at each other’s clothing. It took time to cross the living room, what with Eli’s mouth on his, hands pulling shirts from pants. Along the way, Justin took off Eli’s cummerbund. He pulled hard at either side of Eli’s shirt and sent silver-rimmed buttons clattering against the wood floor. A white-and-black puff of fur chased one, thumping back into the living room.
Eli moaned. “Hope you can sew.”
Yeah, he could. “Naked, even.” Justin pushed Eli’s shirt over his shoulders, sending it to the floor before he found himself up against a wall with Eli’s knee between his legs, pressing against his balls. “Fuck.”
Between kisses, Eli spoke. “Can’t—take clothes off—on the stairs.” He unbuttoned the rest of Justin’s shirt and they both stripped it off Justin’s body. Between nips and kisses, hands touching everywhere, they worked pants and underwear off. Eli gripped Justin’s shaft and drew his teeth down Justin’s neck.
Sparks in his vision and pinpricks to his fingertips. How he’d missed this—the way their bodies fit. How they moved, touched, ground, and pressed, each knowing what the other needed. Justin moaned. “Upsta—”
Eli swallowed the end of the word with a kiss.
When he relented, he grinned in the way that always made Justin want to drop to his knees. “After you.”
He would have run up the stairs, but for the gentle touch of Eli’s hand on his back. Though Justin led, Eli set the pace his leg would allow.
When they reached the hallway, they were back in each other’s arms. A seductive dance of touch, taste, and sound had them at the bed, then on top of it.
The scent of lavender slipped around them. That would always mean Eli.
“Still have condoms and lube in the drawer?”
Eli scraped his nails against Justin’s scalp and pulled at his hair through another long kiss. They both moaned. “Yes. Get them.”
Never so happy to obey Eli’s command. So right to do so. He crawled only as much as he needed to find the bottle and the box and settled back, straddling Eli’s legs.
Eli’s skin was flushed—hot to the touch. The telltale traces of stress and tears still blotted Eli’s face, but desire sparked in his eyes and rippled the muscles of his stomach. Eli stroked himself, his gaze claiming Justin as sure as cuffs and a collar would.
“Put one on.”
Gladly. Hell, he’d ride Eli’s dick all night. He needed skin against skin, the tangle of arms, the sound of Eli’s moans and the release only Eli had ever given him. He reached for Eli’s cock.
