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Pretty Baby(2)

By:Stormy Glenn


"Uh-uh." A hand under his chin made Elliot look back up. "I want to see  those beautiful baby blue eyes," the man drawled. Elliot opened his  mouth and gently bit down on the thumb pressing against his lips. He  watched the man to see his reaction.

The man's eyes grew openly amused. "You're very oral, aren't you?"

Elliot flushed again but remained silent. It was almost killing him not  to talk. He had so much he wanted to say, so much he wanted to ask, but  the man seemed to want him to remain silent, and Elliot wasn't going to  do anything to fuck this up.

It wasn't often that Elliot got the chance to be held up against a body  of this man's caliber. Men like him didn't go for men like Elliot. He  was too pretty, too feminine, too giggly. If it took him keeping his  mouth shut to get the man to hold him a little longer, he'd staple his  lips together.                       
       
           



       

"My name is Nash, Thomas Nash. Most people call me Tommy, but you can  call me lover." When Tommy tried to pull his thumb out of his mouth,  Elliot protested, refusing to let go until the man arched an eyebrow at  him again. Tommy chuckled. "What's your name, pretty baby?"

Elliot opened his mouth to answer then stopped. He stared at Tommy until  the man nodded and smiled. "My name is Elliot, Elliot Spencer, but I  really like it when you call me pretty baby so if you just wanted to  call me that, well … " Elliot shrugged. "I really like it and it would be  okay with me, I mean, if that's what you wanted to call me and all.  Elliot is fine too, or Ell. Even Spencer, you could call me Spencer, but  that sounds too much like a first name so that might not be right,  but-"

Hard lips suddenly slammed over Elliot's, stealing his words and any  remaining air in his lungs. Elliot grabbed onto Tommy's shirt and held  on as his legs buckled beneath him. His insides jangled with excitement  at the feel of Tommy's mouth.

Tommy's lips were hard, searching, his tongue delving deep to explore  and clash with Elliot's. The caress of Tommy's lips along his, the feel  of the man's hand down the side of his body set Elliot aflame. He burned  for Tommy's touch, the feel of his masculine body, just for more.

When Tommy finally lifted his head, Elliot could only stare up at him,  dazed. Tommy chuckled and brushed the back of his hand along Elliot's  swollen lips. "I do believe I've found a way to keep you quiet, pretty  baby."

* * * * The little man held in his arms intrigued Tommy to no end. He  meant it when he told Elliot he'd never seen anyone as cute as him.  Elliot was adorable, especially the way he talked so much. Contrary to  what Elliot believed, Tommy kind of liked it. Elliot was a ball of  energy. Tommy only hoped that energy transferred to the bedroom.

Despite what Elliot thought, the man was also sexy as hell. Every inch  of Elliot's tanned skin needed to be naked and licked from one end to  the other, and then the little man needed to be fucked until he was  speechless. Tommy knew he was the man for the job.

Tommy picked Elliot up around the waist and lifted him up onto the bar  stool behind him. He took one step closer and pushed his larger body  between the man's thighs, spreading them wide.

Glancing down, Tommy could see a rather impressive bulge rising from  behind Elliot's zipper. He reached down and dragged his fingernail  lightly across the seam, smirking when the hard cock trapped behind the  denim fabric jerked in response.

Tommy heard a small whimper and glanced at the man in his arms. Elliot  had his lips pressed tightly together as if the moan had escaped despite  him trying to remain quiet. Well, that just wouldn't do. Tommy leaned  down and licked the skin just below Elliot's ear before murmuring to  him.

"Uh-uh, pretty baby, that won't do," Tommy said. "That won't do at all. I  want to hear every little sound you make when I touch you- every  whimper, every moan, every cry of my name. I want it all, pretty baby."

Tommy reached around and gripped Elliot's ass cheeks in his hands and  pulled the man so close that their groins mashed together. At the same  time, Tommy bit down on the soft skin of Elliot's neck, making sure not  to break the skin, then sucked up a hickey. He wanted everyone to see  his mark, to know that this particular pretty baby had been claimed.

Elliot's head fell back. His hips thrust forward against Tommy's. The  legs Tommy stood between suddenly wrapped around his waist. The hands  gripping his shirt tightened. A stifled cry of his name echoed in  Tommy's ear.

Tommy lifted his head and stared down at Elliot in complete shock. The  man's baby blue eyes darkened, his long eyelashes fluttered. The pulse  in his neck beat erratically. A quick glance down at the wet spot  spreading across Elliot's groin told Tommy why the man seemed so dazed.

"Oh, hell, pretty baby, I'm going to enjoy you so much." Tommy rubbed  his hand down the side of Elliot's flushed face then down his chest to  the wet spot on his jeans.

Tommy picked Elliot up and turned around to sit down on the bar stool.  He rested his boots on the metal rung half way up the stool, creating a  lap type ledge for Elliot to sit on. The top of the man's head barely  reached Tommy's chin.

Elliot just seemed to melt again Tommy's chest. Tommy could feel  Elliot's heart beating rapidly against his chest. He gently stroked his  hands down the man's back until his breathing returned to normal before  lifting Elliot's face up to his.

"We've had us some fun tonight, pretty baby, don't you think?" Elliot  nodded but he didn't speak. He still seemed too dazed. "We can have a  lot more fun, you and I, but I would need                       
       
           



       

something from you first."

"Anything," Elliot said. "I've never met someone like you before.

I've seen men like you but I've never actually met one." Elliot

shrugged. "Men like you don't usually give me the time of day. I

mean, I know I'm not a bad looking guy, but I'm small and kind of

girly looking and big guys like you don't seem to like that much. I

just-"

Tommy solved Elliot's speaking problem by leaning in to kiss

him. By the time he lifted his head several moments later, Elliot was

speechless again. Tommy grinned. He liked this little game between

them.

"Now, as I was saying," Tommy said, "if you and I are going to

have any more fun together, then I expect to be the only person in

your bed. I don't share, Elliot. Ever. Is that understood?"

Elliot nodded eagerly.

"Good, good," Tommy replied. "Now, I'd like to take you home

with me tonight. Do you have a problem with that?" Elliot opened his

mouth to speak but Tommy stopped him. "Before you answer, you

need to know that I intend to have my cock in your ass five minutes

after we get through my doorway."

Elliot frowned. "It will take you that long? I have lube and

condoms in my back pocket. I could start getting ready before then,

and then we wouldn't have to wait five whole minutes because that's

a lot of minutes to wait, you know, and I'm not very good at waiting.

I just don't have a lot of patience and I really, really want to feel your

cock in my ass and-"

Tommy burst out laughing and jumped to his feet, tossing Elliot

over his shoulder as he started for the door. He adored the man, he

really did. Elliot was perfect. Between his continuous chatter and his

drop-dead sexy body, Elliot was Tommy's idea of a walking wet

dream. He couldn't wait to get the man home and find out if he

looked as gorgeous naked as he did in tight jeans and a shirt. "Oh wait,  Tommy," Elliot said as they reached the door to the bar.

"I came with friends and, while I don't mind leaving with you, if I

leave and I don't let them know where I am they might get upset. And

I wouldn't want them to get upset, so it would just be easier if-"  "Elliot, where are they?" Tommy asked as he interrupted the man.

Elliot pointed to a small group of people sitting in a booth near the

door. Tommy took the steps between them and the door.

He slid Elliot down to his feet in front of him and covered the

man's mouth with his hand. He figured it would be quicker that way.

"My name is Tommy Nash," he began. "I work here in the bar. You

can ask anyone about me. Elliot is going home with me and he

wanted to let you know so that you don't worry."

"Ah, do you think you might let Elliot speak?" one of the men

asked, eyeing Tommy.

"Seriously?" Tommy asked. "If I take my hand off his mouth I

might never get him out the door."

The man stood up. He wasn't as tall as Tommy but he was

certainly well filled out. "That's kind of why I'd like to hear this from

Elliot's own lips."

"Very well," Tommy replied. Before he released Elliot's mouth,