In his bedroom, door closed and locked behind them, Eliot wound himself around Andrew and went back to work on that patch of skin. It was still tingling from the club and Andrew groaned as the sucking sensation at his neck seemed to reach right down inside him and pull at his dick.
“You’re so fucking hot,” Eliot mumbled as he moved down Andrew’s neck and across his throat. “I couldn’t believe it when you showed up today. Even if you weren’t bi and here like this, you would have played a part in me getting off tonight.”
Andrew’s laugh was strangled, then choked off as Eliot pushed him back onto the bed and scrambled to straddle him. One arm around Andrew’s neck, he sent his other hand down between them and cupped him.
“Jesus,” Eliot hissed and squirmed even more on his lap. “Please, tell me you do anal.” He rubbed the heel of his palm along Andrew’s straining length.
“Oh god.” Andrew squeezed his eyes shut. He could blow at any moment. “I, ah, don’t know what I do and don’t do. Still working it out, remember.”
Eliot’s smile went from seductive to fully debauched in an instant. “Only one way to work out what you like. Ever had a blowjob from a man?”
“Nope.” Words were getting hard to say or understand. Andrew’s cock was hurting it was that hard and that trapped in his borrowed, tight jeans. He wanted to rejoice because he’d honestly doubted he would ever feel like this again. The pain was part of the miracle.
“That’s so fucking sexy.” Eliot slid off him and down to his knees on the floor. He pushed Andrew’s legs apart and got to work on his jeans. “I guess that means you’ve probably never given one, either.”
A head shake was all Andrew could muster.
“Good. Then pay attention. There will be a practical exam after.”
“Oh fuck,” Andrew moaned, his dick pulsing at the thought.
Eliot winked, then reached into the open fly to stroke him again. “This is going to be amazing. Lift your hips. I want to get the jeans off you.”
Andrew leaned back on his elbows and did as instructed. The jeans inched slowly down over his hips and thighs, and his dick throbbed as it was released into the more forgiving material of his boxer-briefs. At his feet, Eliot cursed out his heavy work boots, but once they and the jeans were gone, Eliot sat back on his heels and stared at the tent in the black underwear. He licked his lips and Andrew’s pulse kicked up into dangerous territory. Eliot’s hands landed on his knees, then slowly made their way up his thighs, curving inward and then up over his dick and onto his tensed abs.
“I might cry,” Eliot whispered. He leaned in and pressed his face into Andrew’s crotch.
Shocked, Andrew could only watch as this guy he’d only met that morning rubbed his cheeks over his hard dick like Archy mushed his face into him. Andrew laughed at the comparison and Eliot shook his head against him.
“Not a laughing time, Andrew,” he scolded.
“I know.” Andrew was breathless with the visuals of Eliot’s face so close to his cock. He could feel puffs of warm breath through the stretched cotton of his briefs. He could almost imagine the wet heat that would surround his aching flesh, and holy shit, he was leaking precum. “It’s just you remind me of—”
Words and air were cut off as Eliot tugged down the top of his undies, one hand curled around, ready to scoop him out.
Andrew snapped backwards, scrambling across the bed so far and fast he fell off the other side.
“What the fuck?” Eliot, too, had sprung backwards in shock, pressed against a cheap IKEA tallboy.
Exactly. What the fuck? Andrew stayed sprawled on the floor for several more moments. His heart was racing erratically and he felt sick and clammy. It felt like he was back in the club, a dark, heavy beat thumping in his ears, but it was just the blood pounding through his head. And it was every drop he had in him, because there was none left in his cock at all. It had shrivelled in abject fear.
“Andrew?” Eliot crawled across the bed and sat on his knees on the mattress, looking down at him with confusion and . . . pity?
“I’m okay.” He sat up and drew his knees to his chest.
Eliot’s eyebrow quirk said he didn’t entirely believe him. “Did I go too fast for you?” He blinked several times, then in a lower, harsher tone, said, “You said I reminded you of someone. Do you have a boyfriend?” Left unsaid was all the follow-on accusations. Are you not really a same-sex virgin? Have you been lying to me all night? Am I the other man?
Andrew shook his head and deep breathed to get enough air to speak. “No. No boyfriend. No anyone. You reminded me of my cat, when he wants something and he smashes his face into my leg.”
Some tension left Eliot’s body. “I’m more of a dog person, but that’s okay.”
It wasn’t enough. It didn’t explain the sudden end of what could have been a mind-blowing experience.
“I, uh . . .” Oh fuck. He couldn’t even talk about this with his friends. How did he do it with a relative stranger? “I . . . had cancer.”
Eliot melted. He slithered down off the bed and curled around him. “That’s horrible. Are you . . . okay now?”
Andrew nodded. “All clear, as of Monday this week.”
“Thank god.” Eliot’s arms tightened around him. “My mum had breast cancer. She lost both boobs but is all good now.”
Squeezing the hand holding his, Andrew nodded. “I’m glad you still have her. I lost a testicle.”
Eliot went still for a moment, then sighed. “Oh.” He kissed Andrew’s temple. “That doesn’t matter to me. In fact, I think it’s amazing. You survived. Be proud of that.” Another kiss that lingered. “You’re sexy as hell, regardless. Don’t think you’re not. I still want to suck you.” His hand slowly made its way down to Andrew’s groin and gently held him. “You don’t have to suck me, or fuck me. But I’d really like to get your dick in my mouth.”
Andrew chuckled and wiped away a few tears. “You’re classy at least.”
“I work in construction. What did you expect?”
Laughing harder, Andrew let himself be pulled up and sat back on the bed. Eliot straddled his lap and got to work on making up for lost time.
The rain that had made the end of the week a soggy slog cleared up on Saturday, and Sunday morning was full of bright sunshine and endless blue sky. Brian packed up his gear and put it in the boot of the Jag and he and Carly headed to H2GO. He was ready to go home, to apologise to Andrew and to talk. However Andrew got to the park, Brian would be driving him home.
“You and Andrew going to play nice today?” Carly asked as they circled the car park for an empty space. The show wasn’t until one thirty, but they’d come before lunch to spend some time at the wildlife reserve attached to the park. At this time of day, the car park was almost entirely full.
“Yup. Well, I am. Fingers crossed he will too.” Brian scanned the rows around them for an empty space and tired to sound cool. In reality, he’d been itching to talk to Andrew since Friday.
His first week in A&E had ended much better than it had started and he wanted to tell Andrew all about it. He’d missed that simple thing a great deal. Carly listened but she didn’t respond with the same genuine interest Andrew did, didn’t laugh at the gross bits or pretend to vomit into her mouth at the really gross bits. She was truly concerned for the patients’ wellbeing but didn’t have the patience to listen to him go through his diagnostic method, didn’t ask the questions that helped Brian understand his own thoughts better and solidify the processes in his brain.