Page 35 of The Lonely Hearts Guide

Elliot bit his lip, keeping his eyes locked on Alexander’s as he slowly slid down his Speedo, revealing his flaccid seven-inch penis. He looked down at it, silently inviting Alexander along for the journey. When he glanced up at Alexander, his cheeks were burning red with heat, and he wore an expression Elliot couldn’t read.

“Okay, now I’m really worried about showing you mine. Jesus, Elliot. It’s like a third leg.”

“Unfortunately, with Mother out of the picture, I’m unable to have it shortened.” Elliot sighed sadly. “I apologize if it’s too large. I understand if you wish to send me away.”

“Are you kidding me?” Alexander asked, stretching a smile across his face. “It’s like a work of art.” He stared at it, a bit too intensely, if Elliot was being honest, because it made him feel like Alexander thought he had the penis of a god, and he’d never been terribly comfortable with compliments.

“You really like it?”

Alexander stood and made his way across the small suite until they were standing face to face. “Whenever you’re ready, I’m going to show you just how much I do. May I touch it? I won’t go any further than that, I’d just like to—”

Elliot cut him off by placing his hand on top of Alexander’s and guiding it to his shaft. He wrapped their fingers around it, just resting them there with no expectations or goals of sexual release.

“May I see yours?” Elliot asked.

“All right,” he said, taking a step back. “Just remember, it’s a grower, not a shower.” Elliot didn’t understand what in the world that statement meant, but he didn’t dally on the topic. When Alexander stepped back, Elliot tracked his movement like a hunter observing his prey. His body was perfect on every level. The way his abdominal muscles had valleys between each one, and his rather large biceps which bulged out at the perfect angle. Alexander slid his slacks down, revealing a tight pair of baby blue boxer-briefs. He folded his slacks and turned to drape them over the small loveseat, and when he did, it gave Elliot an unobstructed view of Alexander’s backside.

Elliot whined with need like a cat in heat. He never once looked at Jared’s butt this way. He never felt the need to explore the soft flesh like a sexual archeologist. With Alexander, the need felt undeniable, as if his ass were meant to be claimed. To be adored and explored thoroughly until the man lay beneath him, writhing on his tongue.

Alexander looked over his shoulder and grinned at Elliot. “Yeah, it’s always been my calling card.” When he turned around, Alexander slid his underwear off, letting them gather at his ankles. His modest cock was on full display, and Elliot stared intently at it, trying to memorize every inch. There weren’t very many inches to it, but it didn’t bother Elliot. In fact, he found it quite endearing that his savior had an average-sized penis. In the time Elliot knew him, Alexander had been so poised and put together. A textbook image of masculinity, except for this one small hiccup in his DNA.

“I know it’s not much, but it’s yours if you want it.”

Elliot nodded. “It’s a very beautiful penis, Alexander.” Following in the footsteps Alexander left earlier, Elliot approached slowly and stared at it. “Can I touch you?” When Alexander nervously grunted his approval, Elliot reached down and wrapped his fingers around the shaft, carefully grazing his finger back and forth against the head. “I’m going to become very good friends with this penis,” he promised.

“Yeah?”

Elliot looked up at Alexander, pink light blasting in his eyes. Crouching, Elliot looked the penis dead in its eye and nodded. “You’re mine now, too, and I’m going to take care of you.” Leaning closer, he pressed a kiss to the tip, then stood, wrapping his arms around Alexander's shoulders and burying his face in his neck.

“You don’t know how relieved I am,” Alexander whispered. “I want you to like all of me. Even it.”

Elliot pressed a quick kiss to Alexander’s lips. “I do. I love it a lot.” He wanted to say more. To voice the feelings he’d been feeling ever since his trip to Sugarplum Island.

“I think it might love you, too, Elliot,” he whispered. “Now, what do you say we cuddle in bed and watch a movie?” When Elliot gave him a rousing nod of approval, they climbed into bed and wrapped their limbs around each other, getting nice and cozy for the film. It was an old film about wizards and ruby slippers and flying monkeys. Songs poured from the speakers, each one just as good as the last. When the girl, the lion, the man of metal, and the scarecrow sang about wanting a heart and courage and a brain, Elliot felt the words in his soul. They wanted to be human. They wanted to be normal, just like everyone else, and Elliot craved that so badly, he almost couldn’t stand it. By the end of the number, Elliot was in tears, and Alexander hugged him closer.

“My sweet boy. It’s going to be okay. I promise I won’t let anything happen to you.”

Elliot sniffled. “You deserve a real man.”

Alexander lifted Elliot’s gaze by gently tugging his chin with a finger. “I know what I deserve, and I know what and who I want.” He gave Elliot a kiss, more passionate than any of the ones they’d shared before. It went on for days and seconds and hours, and through it all, Alexander mumbled words of praise and reassurance. When the kiss was done, Alexander stroked his cheek. “We need to get some rest, baby. I don’t want you feeling tired tomorrow.”

Elliot resisted the urge to tell Alexander he didn’t actually get tired. He could feign symptoms of exhaustion should he want to, but why would anyone want to do that? Instead of giving Alexander a crash course in an automaton’s power supply, Elliot gave Alexander a nod and grabbed the end of his charging port beside the bed. Once it was inserted into his toe, Elliot lay on his back, staring up at the ceiling. The boat rocked ever so slightly, then Alexander hooked an arm over Elliot’s chest, his penis pressed flush against Elliot’s thigh. Elliot wanted Alexander to feel him, so he turned toward him, keeping his foot kicked back so his charging station’s cord wouldn’t get in the way.

“Will you hold me all night long?” Elliot asked.

Alexander placed a hand on Elliot’s butt and pulled him even closer. “Try and stop me,” he said with a wink. “Will you show me how you put yourself in . . . What was it called again?”

“Stasis,” Elliot answered, lifting his arm, his palm facing Alexander. “You draw the shape of a star on my arm and it opens my interface. You just have to touch the purple light at that point.”

“Does it hurt?”

Elliot shook his head. “It was very peaceful last night. Powering down, on the other hand . . .”

“It’s like death,” Alexander finished for him. “That’s what you said before.” Alexander drew the shape of a star on his arm, and three lights shone through his pale skin. “It’s beautiful, sweetheart.”

“Thank you,” Elliot said, his heart fluttering. “Would you like to do the honors?”

Alexander nodded, but backed away. Elliot wanted to ask where he was going, but he was given his answer only a few seconds later when Alexander scooted down the bed and pressed a kiss on the bump. “Night-night, baby girl. I can’t wait to meet you.” He looked up at Elliot with a genuine smile, stroking his tummy. “I love you like this. Full of life, yours and hers.”

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