Page 63 of Choke Up

I don't know the song that's playing. I don't even know what genre it would qualify as. I don't know that I care. What I do know, what I do care about, is the sinful way Ellis' hips move against me. Forgetting that we're in public, smack dab in the middle of hundreds of people, with my best friend and the girl I'm supposed to be interested in not all that far away, I pull Ellis tighter against me. His arms entwine behind my neck, his smaller body curves into mine, and we lose ourselves to it. Grinding to the beat, chasing euphoria, practically dry humping right there on the dance floor.

By the time I come up for air and realize where I am or what I'm doing, we're both coated in sweat. Ellis is hard against me, but seems uncomfortable. Shit. The plug.

"Wanna get out of here?" I ask against his ear, and he nods. I don't know where the others are, but I text the number that Antoni sent the picture from. I thank him and let him know we slipped out.

"Maybe we should wait," I say, stumbling as Ellis pulls me into my room by my shirt.

I said the words, I meant the words, but I still press him against the door the moment it clicks shut, locking the door for good measure. I’m mentally calculating how much time we have before Elliot and Ashleigh figure out we're gone, drop Krysta off at her dorm, and make it back here.

"Who are you, and where is my horny Johnny?”

"Oh, I am right fucking here. But Elliot's going to come back and wonder why we left together, which means he needs to find me in my bed alone when they get home."

"Then I'll leave before they get back."

"I want to take my time with you."

Ellis speaks to me in short words between fevered kisses, fingers working to open my button and zipper. "I've been working myself open for you all night. I've been throbbing with your cum inside me for the past hour because you promised you were going to treat me right. You can't keep putting this off, Gabe."

"I'm not trying to put this off, but?—"

"I'm not fragile. And I want you. I need you. Now, Gabe. Please."

His small hand works magic on my cock, coaxing it from half-mast to steel while my mouth sucks and nips at whatever exposed flesh I can reach. He squirms out of my hold and drops to his knees, placing himself between my body and the door. He takes my cock in his mouth and looks up at me with those electric blue eyes, and I think my heart stops.

"Seeing you look up at me like that is so much better than I ever imagined," I say, groaning as he takes more of me into his mouth, slowly working me up and down, taking me deeper with each pass. "Fuck, Ellis. If you want any chance of me getting inside your ass tonight, you're going to have to stop. I can't… Fuck, that's good."

Jesus, how is he so good at this? I'm seconds away from pounding the back of his head into the door, barely hanging on to the control I desperately need. There are tears streaming down Ellis' face, drool dripping down my balls, and the added vibration of the way he's moaning as he jerks himself is just another level of Oh My God. "Ellis…" I have to physically pull him off my cock before I come.

Pulling him up to stand, I kneel to help guide his legs out of his jeans while he peels off his mesh shirt. As much as I love seeing him in the jockstrap I gave him, I want him completely bare. I peel the material down his legs, kissing his cock and balls, whispering sweet nothings to them before taking him in my mouth and swiping my tongue around the head. The little drops leaking from his slit are sweet, just like he is.

"Gabe," he rasps. "My ass. Please."

I pull off, giving his cock a few more open-mouthed kisses up the shaft before I stand and lift Ellis into my arms. His legs wrap around my waist, kissing the flavor of his pre-cum from my mouth as I walk us to my bed, stepping out of my jeans and boxer briefs on the way to lay him down on the bed. Staring down at him, I marvel at the perfection that is Ellis, in the way he's trusting me. It didn't escape me that Ellis brought us in here for this, rather than his room. He wants to make a better memory, and I want to give it to him.

Slowly, I pull my shirt over my head and crawl over his body. "Are you okay with leaving the light on?" I ask, my voice husky. He nods in response, blushing. "Good. I want to see you. All of you."

I kiss his lips raw, until he's writhing against me and whimpering. It helps calm my nerves and brings me back to a place where I can let my desire to please him take over rather than overthink this.

Gently, I turn him over on his stomach, kissing down his back to his ass. Spreading his cheeks apart, I watch as his needy hole flexes around the plug. I carefully play with it, turning it, pushing and pulling it in tiny increments, slowly working it out of him. A string of cum hangs off the end, his hole wet with the cream I left inside him.

"Fucking hell, Ellis. You're going to ruin me," I whisper, petting over his sloppy hole with my fingertips before leaning in to kiss the dripping wet pucker.

It's dirty. It's filthy. Probably a little gross. But I've never seen anything sexier in my life than my cum trickling out of Ellis' perfect pink hole.

Who am I kidding? He’s already ruined me.

"You're so wet for me, baby. So fucking sexy."

"You're torturing me," he whines, rolling onto his back. Pulling me on top of him, he spreads his thighs wide to accommodate my body. I easily slide one, and then two fingers inside him, feeling him clench around them. Jesus. A third finger is tight but not uncomfortable for him, if his low, throaty moans are anything to go by. I can't decide where to look, wanting to see my fingers disappear in his ass, and wanting to watch his face as I bring him to the edge.

"I'm ready, Gabe. Please. I promise." He pleads like he doesn't think I'll give in to him. But we've established that I'm a selfish bastard. I can't not take him. But I'll do it right this time, at least.

Leaning over to the bedside table, I reach for the bottle of lube I have ready this time. I made sure there's a bottle in my room and his, and one hidden under the bathroom sink for backup. I'll never be unprepared again.

I use more than what's probably necessary, coating my cock and massaging all around his rim with it, adding more until Ellis voices his frustration. He pulls my face down to his and kisses me deeply.

"You're not going to hurt me," he whispers against my lips. "I promise it'll be okay."

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