Bad Boyfriend (20 page)

He wished he could give that to Quinn. It wasn’t theoretical now, but a genuine desire to know how it felt to have Quinn’s come inside, to know there was nothing between their skin. Eli could wish all he wanted, but he hadn’t been cautious as hell all these years to throw it out the window because Quinn seemed like a nice guy.

Quinn stopped rubbing his cock against Eli and moved back again. This time the belt stung rapid-fire kisses at the bottom of his cheeks, like Quinn was waving the tail end back and forth. Quinn worked the sting inside Eli’s thighs, and Eli jacked his cock fast to ride out the burn, but before Eli could jerk away, Quinn cracked the belt hard again then stepped back. How many times had Quinn done this? He said he’d never done the Daddy stuff before, and Eli couldn’t picture Peter wanting his ass blistered for all he was a butt slut. Quinn was doing this just for him. Knowing that made the sensations sweeter.

Quinn ran his hand over Eli’s ass. “So hot and red. I love watching you. Love the way you show me everything you want.”

Knowing Quinn was paying that close of attention made heat pool in Eli’s belly in a way that had nothing to do with the fire in his balls or ass.

Quinn leaned forward and ran his tongue down Eli’s spine. “Want more, or you gonna come now?” Quinn’s voice rumbled into the spaces inside.

Eli wanted to do what Quinn wanted to do. Fuck the script and the bet and the illusion of control. Eli wanted to give it all to Quinn.

Quinn smacked the belt deep into the crease at the bottom of his ass, and Eli jumped again.

Stroking the belt gently down Eli’s spine, Quinn murmured, “Took it good, boy. Jerk yourself off now.”

Eli folded deeper into the bed as he got one hand on his dick, ass high in the air, legs as far apart as he could keep them.

Quinn used a hand to pull Eli’s cheeks apart and worked the tip of the belt in quick lashes against his hole, a hot stinging little tongue.

“That’s it, honey. C’mon.”

Eli kept his lips together, but the desperate groan managed to whine through his head. He’d been high on the edge for so long, it only took a few strokes to put him right there again, the warning prickle not only in his balls now, but everywhere on his skin and deeper inside his ass.

The sting increased, or maybe Eli’s skin got too sensitive, but the spike of pain sent him over, heat filling him, flooding him, burying him. Quinn switched to lighter taps of his hand on the cheeks until Eli collapsed uncaring into the streaks of his come.

“Christ.” The belt hit the floor, and Quinn scooped Eli up with an arm under his hips. “You are so fucking hot.”

Quinn’s dick was plenty hot as it slid under Eli’s balls and between his thighs, along skin scalded from the snap of leather. After a few thrusts, Quinn drove them both forward into the mattress, his cock riding the crack of Eli’s ass, the root driving more pressure on the hot swollen skin around Eli’s hole, pleasure and pain making the blood try to stir his own dick to life.

“Christ,” Quinn grunted again as his hips jerked faster. But when he spurted warm and slick along Eli’s back, it was Eli’s name he kept repeating, and Eli fell asleep to soft wet kisses on his back and neck.

Under the insistent pressure of his bladder, Quinn shifted out of sleep. Eli was lean muscle and warm sleepy skin underneath, and Quinn really didn’t want to move. He dragged his watch up to his face. Oh three thirty. Carefully separating their sweaty, comey skin, Quinn eased away and stumbled into the bathroom. On his way back, he switched off the lamp and tripped over Eli’s jeans. The streetlight showed him a flash of white as a folded note fell out of a back pocket.

If he got busted, Quinn’s story was that a teacher’s instincts for apprehending note-passers kicked in, but he knew when he unfolded it he had no reasonable excuse. Eli shared a lot of his body in bed and his opinions with his mouth, but very little of his life. Eli knew everything about Quinn, but was hoarding his own details like an old lady hoarded cats.

The note wasn’t addressed to anyone, but the content was clear. Eli hadn’t made his share of the rent payment in two months and his roommates wanted him out. Because he’d lost his job? Because he spent his money on clothes like his vintage magenta shirt that reminded Quinn of something he’d seen in the eighties?

He refolded the note and stuffed it back into Eli’s black jeans. When Quinn sat back on the bed, Eli’s eyes opened so suddenly and so full of a wary alertness, Quinn’s heart jumped at the thought that he’d been caught reading the note.

“Fuck.” Eli groaned. “Now I’ve gotta pee.” He rolled off the bed.

Quinn was sure Eli wouldn’t have wasted any time tearing into Quinn if he’d been caught, so he lifted the covers and climbed underneath while waiting for him to come back.

Eli had lost some of that alertness on the trip to the bathroom, like he’d fallen back asleep while pissing. He hit the mattress hard and let Quinn tuck him down into an embrace without complaint. Quinn reached over his head to the alarm, giving him enough time to either drive Eli home or fuck him before he had to go to work. That decision he’d leave to Eli in a few hours.

Quinn might have felt guilty about trying to influence that decision if when the alarm chirped Eli didn’t instantly arch his ass into Quinn’s hand.

“Do we have time?” Eli asked.

“Not if you want me to drive you home.”

Eli sank back down.

“But if you want to stay here today, you’re welcome to hang around. Or you can lock up. The bus stop is about half a mile, though.”

“Ooo. You’d leave me here to go through your porn stash and dig through your medicine cabinet?”

“I think my life can withstand your scrutiny. So, shower now or later?”

Eli arched his ass toward Quinn’s hand.

“I was hoping you’d say that.” Quinn leaned over to switch on the lamp and find lube and a condom.

As he rolled back, the sight of the bruises and welts on Eli’s ass drove the breath out of Quinn’s lungs. He hadn’t thought he’d hit him that hard. At the same time, a possessive pleasure curled around Quinn’s spine, the primitive part of his brain whispering
mineminemine
.

“Christ.” He reached out to touch and then his hand fell away. “Your ass. I didn’t—”

Eli sat up. “I did. I’ve spent way too much of my life trying to justify myself. I like how getting spanked feels, and no one’s going to make me feel bad about it. You can guilt all you want—”

“Whoa.” Quinn dragged Eli down on top of him. “Save fighting for when there are enemy combatants around.”

“Sometimes those enemies pretend to be friends.”

Quinn pulled Eli close against him, wrapping him in arms and legs. “I wouldn’t betray you, Eli.”

Eli didn’t try to get free, but the waiting tension in his muscles said he was still ready for war. “You make a good shield, but I can handle my own battles.”

“Don’t turn your back on valuable resources. I got top grades in military history and strategy.” Quinn winked. “Brief me.”

Eli ground his hips against Quinn’s. “Briefing later. Fucking now.”

“Deal.” Quinn knew the advantage of a tactical retreat. He rolled Eli under him and closer to the lube.

Eli jerked a little as Quinn slid a finger inside. Quinn raised his head.

Eli grabbed Quinn’s arm to keep him there. “Don’t worry. Anything I don’t like you’ll hear about.”

Quinn knew one thing was a guarantee. He took the sweet waiting dick in his mouth and sucked until the hard length stretched his jaw all the while fucking his finger in and out of the soft, tight heat.

Eli’s hands tugged at Quinn’s hair. “Fuck me, c’mon, fuck me, fuck me.”

Quinn knelt between Eli’s legs and rolled down a condom, Eli’s eyes tracking his every move.

“You miss it,” Eli said out of the blue.

“What?”

“Fucking bare. It must feel really good.”

“It feels good fucking you.”

“That was almost sweet enough to make up for being so patronizing. Do. You. Miss it?”

“No.” Not when it meant trading Eli for it. Eli looked as if he was going to say something else, so Quinn went on. “Fucking bare feels good, fucking feels good. Fucking you, Eli Wright, feels amazing with a rubber on, so Christ, please, can I?”

“Yeah.” Eli flashed that crooked tooth and hiked his heels up on Quinn’s shoulders.

It was amazing. Not just the heat or the tightness or the way Eli worked his muscles on Quinn’s dick. It was this man under him, strong and unbroken, despite the way the world treated guys who were so open about their sexuality. It was the fingers with black nail polish digging into Quinn’s arm, the way those gray eyes kept fluttering closed and then opening to stare back as Quinn fucked faster and harder. It was the outrageously sensual mouth that told the world to fuck itself that was groaning and whispering, “Please, jerk me off,
please
.”

Maybe that was the key. That Eli needed Quinn to meet him strength against force as much as Quinn needed Eli storming into his life to shake him out of his rut.

Then Quinn forgot everything but the way sparkling pleasure washed through him and into Eli while Eli jerked and splashed warmth high up on Quinn’s chest.

As his heart slowed, Quinn remembered that moment of clarity. He rolled out of bed. “I’ll be home by four. Be here.”

Eli propped his head up on his elbow. “What? No sixteen hundred, lieutenant?”

Quinn threw a towel from the bathroom at him. “Be here.”

Chapter Fourteen

Being a housewife was awesome. Eli spent the morning online and the afternoon channel-surfing bad TV, making lots of commentary with no one to tell him to shut up so they could hear. At about three it occurred to him that maybe he should run down for a pile of clothes. Quinn had a washer and dryer in the back hall next to the kitchen. Eli had called Sam, the only roommate he was reasonably sure didn’t hate him, and asked her to box up anything of his that wasn’t in his room and told her he’d pick his stuff up in a few days.

He’d thought he’d either have to sell lots of his clothes or beg to store them at Nate and Kellan’s, but if Quinn wasn’t asking Eli to leave, he wasn’t going anywhere.

Quinn brought home a chicken dinner already made and slid it into the oven to warm. Eli glanced between the oven and Quinn’s crotch and then raised his eyebrows. Quinn made the right decision, dragging Eli onto the couch and making Eli’s toes curl, barely shoving their clothes out of the way as Quinn jerked them both off in his hand.

“Thanks for being here,” Quinn said into Eli’s neck where the T-shirt he’d borrowed was bunched up.

“You are totally welcome.” Eli could really get used to having a boyfriend.

As Quinn pulled out some plates and they served themselves from containers on the counter, Eli began wondering when things would go wrong. There was always a catch, and for the most part, Eli could handle that. He didn’t expect a free lunch, and he wanted to see where the hook was before he swallowed it.

Between forkfuls of chicken and mashed potatoes, Quinn told Eli some of the dumb excuses students had given him for not turning in their projects. Eli thought it was kind of mean to make stuff due on a Friday when most of the kids were probably already thinking about the weekend, but he supposed it was better than having stuff due on a Monday.

“So how has it been freelancing instead of working at the paper?” Quinn asked.

There it was. Clunky segue, but Eli got it. He might not have turned in projects on time and earned straight A’s, but he knew what was going on. Quinn was expanding his Daddy role. Maybe Nate had been a little freer with information than Eli thought.

“It sucks. I’m broke.”

Quinn waited for Eli to go on. Something about his patience dragged the words past Eli’s lips.

“And I don’t know what else to do. It’s not like I didn’t try a lot of those part-time service jobs before. But I guess…” Eli had told more than one customer to shove their I-asked-for-skim/diet/dressing-on-the-side picky shit. “I’m not really a people person.”

“What did you like about the paper?”

As pep talks went, this beat one of Nate’s
pull your head out of your ass, Eli
speeches. Eli thought about it for a minute, then pointed at the logo on the bag the food had come in. “I like using pictures to make people do stuff, think stuff.”

“Like advertising.”

“Did you take a course in career counseling? Look, I know. I think I’d be good at that shit. But they want you to have a degree. I can’t afford a degree, and I barely got my high school diploma.”

“That’s surprising. You’re a hell of a lot smarter than most of the kids I teach.”

Eli sat back in his chair. “You think some compliments and baked chicken entitles you to the history of my life so far?”

Quinn smiled. “No.”

Eli pushed his hair out of his face and narrowed his eyes.

Quinn went on, “I thought awesome sex, bringing you dinner, compliments and streaming your favorite movie on Netflix while I grade some papers entitled me to a tiny bit of that interesting book.”