course, theyâd have had to push past my barbed wire, which nobodyâs suicidal enough to do.â He rolled his eyes and ashed his cig. âExcept Aaron, the shithead.â
Baz passed over the flask. âAaronâs a good kid. He and Giles are right together.â
Yes, and sometimes Elijah hated that. He withdrew his now-Oban-filled flask. âI fucked Giles, you know.â
Baz chuckled and blew a stream of smoke. âI fucked Aaron.â
Elijah rememberedâmostly how upset Aaron had been when it ended. âIs he as sweet and innocent as he looks?â
âYep.â
âBet he purrs like a kitten.â
âAffirmative.â He stubbed out his cigarette into the gravel with half of it remaining. âI assume Giles takes a second to get over himself, then fucks with abandon?â
âHeâs got ninja skills. Total top, though. No switching except maybe for novelty. Surprised the hell out of me.â
âHmm. Too bad I passed him up.â
Elijah hit him with the flask, laughing. âShut up. Really? You want to rearrange?â
âWeâll save it for next time.â They were at the car now, and Baz pressed Elijah into it. âSomebody got me in a mood .â Baz sucked lightly at Elijahâs neck, inspiring him to tip his head to the side. âWeâre climbing into the backseat, Iâm firing up some Maino, and youâre sucking my cock until I decide to put it in you.â
Thatâs what they did. Baz leaned over the console from the backseat and fussed for a second, and once the sultry beat of R&B pulsed from the stereo, Baz settled against the door, spread his legs wide and arched an eyebrow over the top of his sunglasses.
Elijah didnât need a second invitation.
He tugged at Bazâs fly, palming him through the expensive fabric to get to the goods. He admired the pretty, cut length of Baz curving to the rightâthen stuck his ass in the air, nestled into Bazâs crotch and sucked him fast and deep into his mouth.
He pulled off quick, mostly wanting to get Bazâs attention and make it clear he meant business. Sucking cock was Elijahâs greatest skill. Heâd worked on Grindr to get a rep as a hot, talented mouth, which meant if he priced fucking higher, he could mostly stick to blow jobs for cash because they were still great and seemed like a bargain. When he actually wanted a guy, his talents got him gratitude and affection.
For Baz he got out the big gunsâlots of attention to his balls, sucking them gently, running his tongue around the tender sacs, massaging them as his mouth returned to the shaft. The music wouldnât have been his first choice, but it workedâapparently Maino was a fan of blow jobs, because the beat let Elijah climb on top, bob and weave and lick in time to the rhythm. The car was silent, shutting out the world, keeping them in a sleek, futuristic red bubble. Elijah glanced up, lips spread, figuring by this point Bazâs eyes ought to be rolled back in his head.
He shuddered, a moan escaping when he found Baz staring intently at himâas far as he could tell with the shadesâcompletely contained, a small smile on his face. His hand moved down Elijahâs back, slipping beneath his waistband, moving insistently south as he pressed Elijah deeper onto his cock with his free hand.
âI should have saidâ¦â his fingers tightened on Elijahâs hair, ââ¦I like a little desperate on my dick. Let me at your ass.â
Elijah fumbled with his own fly, getting his waistband slack in time for Baz to push his dress pants down, his briefs. Bazâs fingers teased the sweat of Elijahâs crack, but only for a moment. When those same fingers brushed Elijahâs jaw, he turned, whimpering, to take them in his mouth.
When they left, he latched on to Bazâs cock, took him deep and moaned as Baz pressed at the pucker of his ass.
One stroke was