When Tommy slanted his mouth over Elliot's and thrust his tongue inside the man's mouth, Elliot just seemed to melt against him. Tommy felt Elliot's arms wrap around his neck, his smaller body press closer. Tommy thought Elliot might climb into his skin if he could.
Tommy slid his hands down Elliot's sides to the curve of his hips. He hooked the edge of the sweats with his fingers and started slowly working them down Elliot's body. Getting the man naked was foremost on his mind. Elliot was already on a flat surface, even if it wasn't the wall he dreamed of. It would still work.
When he couldn't push the sweat pants down any farther, Tommy wrapped one arm around Elliot's waist and lifted him up just enough so he could push the sweats down with his other hand. He dropped the sweats on the floor then reached up to push Elliot's shirt from his shoulders. Tommy wanted the gorgeous man naked from head to toe.
His lips never once broke contact with Elliot's mouth. He just continued to plunder the soft, plush lips until he heard Elliot whimper. Tommy reluctantly pulled his mouth away from Elliot's and stared down into his flushed face.
"Are you okay, pretty baby?"
"I need, Tommy, I need bad." Elliot swallowed so hard Tommy heard it. "But you haven't come yet and I've already come three times and … Tommy, if you'd just fuck me against the wall I know we'd both get off and that would be really great because it feels really good and-and, well, you could even fuck me right here on this counter. I wouldn't complain, I swear."
Tommy chuckled and leaned in to take Elliot's lips again. Elliot groaned and threw himself into the kiss again. Tommy was starting to get the idea that Elliot really liked kissing. He'd have to remember that. Not only did it shut the man up when he was talking too much but it seemed to turn Elliot on with the simple touch of Tommy's lips on his.
Tommy inhaled sharply, pulling quickly away from Elliot when he felt the man's hand fumble at the opening of his jeans. He arched an eyebrow when Elliot's face flushed red then leaned back to allow him easier access.
The sound of Tommy's zipper slowly lowering seemed to fill the room only to be overshadowed by the loud gasp that fell from Elliot's lips when he got his first real look at Tommy's hard cock.
"I told you that you would need to be stretched a little more than normal." Tommy shuddered and jerked when he felt Elliot's soft hands wrap around his cock and gently caress him. He needed almost as much as Elliot did. "Damn, pretty baby, that feels really good."
"It's going to feel even better when you're balls deep in my ass."
Tommy couldn't agree more. He also thought Elliot's words were some of the best the man had ever spoken. And those words needed to be rewarded for their rightfulness and their simplicity.
Tommy grabbed Elliot's hips and scooted his butt to the edge of the counter. He reached for his cock, chuckling when he encountered Elliot's hands still wrapped around him. "You need to give that to me if you want me to use it, pretty baby."
Tommy wasn't sure he'd ever been more surprised as he was when Elliot's lush bottom lip slid out and the man pouted as he released his tight grip. The picture Elliot made was one of the most adorable Tommy ever saw.
"Fine," Elliot grumbled, "but I don't have to like it."
"You can play with it later."
"Really?"
"Yep, all you want, but right now I want to play with you. Now lie back, pretty baby, and pull your legs up to your chest." Tommy almost laughed at the eagerness in which Elliot laid back on the countertop. He grabbed Elliot's legs and pushed them up to his chest then nearly swallowed his tongue at the picture Elliot presented.
"Beautiful," Tommy whispered as he looked down at the little, puckered, pink hole waiting for him. Elliot was just about perfect. Tommy held Elliot's leg with one hand and grabbed his cock with the other. He stepped closer, fitting the head of his cock against Elliot's tight entrance.
Just brushing the head against Elliot's hot skin was enough to make Tommy's knees weaken. He started to slowly push in when Elliot winced. Tommy could have slapped himself when he realized he'd forgotten to use lube. He glanced wildly around the room, feeling desperate.
"Where's the lube, Elliot?"
"With my pants."
"Where are your pants, pretty baby?"
"In the car."
"Fuck, are you kidding me?"
"No." Elliot sounded like he was going to cry.
Tommy closed his eyes for a moment, praying for strength as he gripped the base of his cock tightly with his hand. He wanted to come but he wanted to come inside of Elliot, not all over his stomach, which was a very real possibility considering how close to the edge Tommy was right now.
Okay, there had to be something in the kitchen that would double as lube. Tommy opened his eyes and looked around the kitchen. Not finding anything, he opened the cupboard doors above him.
Tommy heaved an excited sigh and reached into the cupboard for the bottle of olive oil he spotted sitting right behind the container of salt. It would be messy and both he and Elliot would need a shower afterwards but damn, it would work. Besides, they could always bathe together and Tommy knew he had a bottle of lube in the shower.
"This should work, pretty baby," Tommy said as he unscrewed the top and poured a liberal amount into the palm of his hand. His cock throbbed as he coated it with the oil. Tommy nearly slammed the bottle down on the counter top and reached for Elliot's legs again.
"You ready, pretty baby?"
"Oh, god, yes, I've been ready since I saw you in the bar. I've been ready since you first kissed me. I've been ready since you first touched me. I've been ready forever, Tommy. If I get any more ready I'm going to pass out."
Okay.
Tommy lined his cock back up with Elliot's tight entrance. He bit down on his lower lip when a growl threatened to break free. The sight of his cock pressing against Elliot's body nearly undid him.
He wondered at the beautiful sight even though he'd seen it only moments before. This was it. This was the moment he would claim his mate. Tommy started to push in, amazed by the way Elliot's body stretched to fit around him as if they were two halves of the same mold. It was breathtaking. It was exhilarating.
It was someone pounding on his front door!
"Oh, fuck me!" Tommy groaned as he let his head fall forward against the cupboard.
"No, fuck me!" Elliot gasped. "Please!"
"Someone's at the door, Elliot."
"I don't care!"
"Elliot-"
"Thomas!" The pounding came again, rattling the front door.
Tommy cringed and closed his eyes when the shouting voice overrode his, even from outside the house. "And that someone would be my father."
Chapter 4
Elliot clutched at Tommy's arms as the man pulled away from him. He couldn't believe they were being interrupted yet again. It just didn't seem possible. Every time they started to get hot and heavy, they were interrupted. It was like everything in the universe was working against them.
"Tommy, please, he can wait. We just need-"
"Elliot, you don't ask my father to wait," Tommy snorted as he grabbed Elliot's arm and pulled him into a sitting position. "Daniel Nash doesn't wait for anyone."
"But … but, we just need a few minutes. Five minutes even. That's it. He can wait that long. Better yet, tell him to come back or … or come in the morning." Elliot snapped his fingers as he hit upon an idea. "He can come for breakfast. I'll even cook and clean up afterwards. You don't have to do a thing. I promise."
"Elliot, I would love nothing more than to tell my father to come back in the morning and fuck you for the next several hours, but it's just not going to happen." Tommy held out his hand. "Now, come on, pretty baby, hop down and get dressed."
Elliot pressed his lips together as he ignored Tommy's hand and hopped off the counter. He grabbed the sweats off the floor and yanked them up his legs then reached for his shirt. His movements were jerky as he pulled his shirt on. He was angry.
He knew keeping his lips pressed together was the best possible thing he could do at the moment. If he opened it, he was likely to start blabbing about what he thought of Tommy's decision not to send his father away.
"I'm sorry, Elliot."
Elliot sighed. This wasn't Tommy's fault. It wasn't even Elliot's fault, this time. For some reason, Tommy's family felt the need to stick their noses into Tommy's business. No wonder Tommy was the bad boy of the family. It was probably the only way he could get away from them.