Getting it up

Excerpt: Zane turned on one bedroom light, just one, the lamp on Eli's bedside table. With its dark shade, it produced only a soft, buttery glow that warmed the room. Eli knew this room like the back of his hand. A place to sleep, and ever since he'd lived here, pretty much nothing more than that.

Not so now.

All of Zane's attention was fixed on Eli, drinking him in slowly with long sweeps from head to toe. A curious fascination and concentration made Eli feel—he wasn't sure how to describe it.

“You have me at a disadvantage,” Zane finally said, the suddenness of his voice making Eli jump. He fingered the buttons on Eli's shirt. “May I?”

What? Oh. Eli backed up until the backs of his knees hit the bed and he could sit, needing the support. Zane followed him and went down on one knee in the spread vee of Eli's legs.

Zane drew Eli's shirttails out of his belt and began to work his way up the buttons, pausing between each to feather touches over the bare skin beneath. “Eli? Let me take the wheel.”

When Eli began to demur, male pride protesting being treated—well, like a woman—Zane shook his head almost firmly, almost vulnerable. “Please. I need this.”

Eli never could say no to Zane. He didn't start now. He swallowed down the last of his trepidations, or tried to, and deliberately ignored the rest until they melted into anticipation that brought butterflies instead of knots to his stomach. He nodded, not trusting his voice, but it
was enough.

“Thank you.” Zane pressed a kiss to Eli's chest and stood to push Eli's shirt off his shoulders. Eli shook his arms to let the shirt slide down and off.

A thought occurred to him. Zane could take the reins, but that didn't mean much if the horse didn't want to run. He slid his arm around Zane's waist and tugged lightly. “Down here?”

“Thought you'd never ask.”

They were of a size, he and Zane, Zane perhaps a little smaller and less broad in the shoulders, but he had strength where it counted and he was able to push Eli down on his back in the bed. The comforter smelled familiar to Eli. Soothing. Adding Zane's scent to the mix made it exciting. Cinnamon to coffee, spicier, warmer, slightly exotic but comforting at the same time.

Zane lay half on, half off Eli, one leg thrown over him and the rest of his body weight propped on his elbow. “Come here,” he said, drawing Eli to him.

Eli knew how to kiss Zane now, but it was no less exciting for being familiar. Maybe even more so. Couches and floors, those were great. Beds made everything somehow more real. He found the place he liked best to hold Zane, the flat of his hip and the tight curve of his ass, and kneaded him through the slow, deep kiss.

That wasn't all he did. Somewhere in the middle, when Zane's breath grew tight and Eli could tell he wanted to shift forward, Eli let go of Zane's hip and teased his way around front.

He was getting used to finding and feeling the rigidness of a cock instead of the warm softness between a woman's legs. Maybe even liking it better.

No. No maybe about it. Curious to see if it would have the same effect on Zane as it had on him, Eli palmed Zane's dick and pressed in, giving him something to push against.

“Oh” tasted sweet from Zane's lips to his, as did his tiny, broken whimper. “Don't stop.”

“Not planning on it.” Eli found the tab of Zane's zipper and drew it down. He drew the edge of his thumb up and down the side of Zane's dick. Curiosity overcame the last of the shyness.

“Let me see you.”

“Oh, fuck.” Zane abruptly pulled away and braced himself on his arms over Eli.

“Christ. What?” Eli tried to rise to his elbows. “You okay?”

Zane laughed, choppy and a little too excited. Ah. That told Eli all he needed to know. He lowered himself to the bed again, then on second thought inchwormed his way up higher until his head rested on the pillows. “Whatever you want,” he said and meant it, though making the
offer turned him light-headed. “You've got the wheel, remember?”

“As if I could forget.” Zane surged over Eli and pressed his mouth to Eli's neck, kissing him hard. The first press of bare chest to bare chest made them both hiss, and the slick heat of tongue and teeth sent bolts of want to Eli's hardened dick. “Something I've been thinking about.”

“You never stop thinking,” Eli said, almost out of breath already, and wasn't that odd? Or not. “Tell me.”

“I'd rather show you.” Zane's hand drifted down to undo Eli's slacks and clumsily tried to nudge them off. Eli lent the man a hand, though the room temperature felt shockingly cold and brought goose bumps to his skin. He thought he knew where Zane was heading here.

And God, did he want it. “Really?” he asked, just to be sure.

Zane's eyes were fever bright. “One hundred percent,” he said. He kissed Eli, one rough press to his lips that almost stung, almost too hard and rough and lingering. “Say yes?”

“Fuck, yes,” Eli said, voice gone baritone with need, already strung out. He watched Zane crawl backward on the bed, not between his legs but to the side, tugging his slacks farther down.

Zane stopped then, staring. Eli wanted to squirm. Women didn't do this, stare as if they couldn't believe their eyes. He had nothing to be ashamed of in the size department. That didn't worry him.

“Fuck,” Zane breathed. He braced himself on the bed, and on Eli, and lowered his head.

The fringes of his hair tickled Eli's stomach and hid what he was doing from view, but there was no mistaking the first tickling touch of a tongue to his cockhead, or the sudden, engulfing, wet warmth of an eager mouth.

Eli jackknifed up. “Oh, fuck!”