Page 61 of The Lonely Hearts Guide

“Alexander,” Elliot whined again, his erection twitching against his shorts. “It won’t go down. Why won’t it go down?”

“It could be your pregnancy hormones.”

Elliot growled and poked him in the chest. “I would appreciate it if you didn’t attribute my extremely valid bodily responses to pregnancy hormones. I don’t care for that.”

Alexander snickered, reaching down and cupping the tented erection. “Fine. It’s not your hormones. You’re just popping a boner in public for fun.” Was Alexander goading the man he loved? Yes, but how could he not when Elliot looked adorable when flustered?

“Well, unless you plan on deflating it, you can remove your hand. Honestly, Alexander, do you wish to get us arrested for public indecency? You’re practically masturbating me.”

God, he wanted that. He wanted to feel Elliot’s cock in his fist. To bring him pleasure. “There’s an employee restroom in the back.”

Elliot blinked confusedly at him. “While I’m appreciative of your unnecessary need to describe the store’s many amenities, I’m not sure what it has to do with anything.”

Alexander dragged his finger up the length of Elliot’s erection. “If you’d like, I can take care of this for you in the bathroom.”

Elliot’s eyes bulged. “In a public restroom? I don’t know if that’s appropriate. We could get in trouble.”

Alexander looked over his shoulder and smiled. Duck and Goose were finally back behind the counter, drawing pink hearts on the chalkboard on the wall behind them.

“They work here part-time. They won’t mind.” He looked over at Goose and waved. “Good morning!”

Goose’s face lit up when he saw his friend. “Alexander, good morning!”

“Listen, I was hoping you wouldn’t mind if I took Elliot into the back. I need to . . . talk with him.”

Goose nodded. “You can use the office. It’s empty.”

“Actually, I was hoping we could commandeer the bathroom for a few minutes.” Heat flooded his cheeks. “For reasons.”

Goose’s lip curled into a knowing smile. “By all means. Enjoy yourselves.”

Alexander pulled Elliot into the restroom, which, if Alexander was being honest, didn’t seem like the most sanitary rendezvous destination. It clearly hadn’t been cleaned in ages. Alexander looked up at Elliot, expecting to see him recoiling in disgust. Instead, his hands were fumbling awkwardly with the button on his shorts.

“Alexander,” he whined, sounding like a steaming kettle. “I can’t get them off.”

“Oh, I’ll get you off, baby,” he teased, but Elliot stared at him confusedly. “Never mind. It’s a euphemism.”

“I don’t know what that word means.”

Alexander freed the button, ripped down Elliot’s zipper, then affectionately caressed his bulge through the baby-pink briefs he’d selected for the day. “It means I’m going to suck your cock, sweetheart.”

Elliot swallowed. “Oh, my.”

Alexander pulled Elliot’s shorts and underwear down, staring hazily at the erection in front of him. “Jesus.” He wrapped a hand around it and slowly stroked the shaft. “You’re so hard for me.”

Elliot nodded, then looked at the door, nervous orange light flickering in his eyes. “I don’t want to do this.”

Alexander immediately released the hold he had on Elliot. “I’m sorry. I thought you wanted to. We don’t have to do anything sexual. Not if you aren’t ready.” To Alexander’s surprise, Elliot rolled his eyes.

“I’m not saying I don’t want to ejaculate, because I do.” He stared down at his throbbing shaft, watching as it twitched up and down. “Clearly, I want that quite a bit. I just don’t want to do it here. I know we’re supposed to be shopping, but could we go home? Please?” He chewed his bottom lip as he watched his cock jolt. “I want to be able to relax when we’re being intimate, and I’m a nervous wreck.”

Alexander cupped his cheek, thankful they were on Sugarplum Island so their home was less than a five-minute walk away. He gave Elliot a kiss. “Okay. Let’s go home.”

Seven minutes later, Elliot, Alexander, and their matching erections were in bed with their arms and legs tangled around each other to the point Alexander wasn’t sure whose legs were whose.

Alexander slid his finger between Elliot’s cheeks, softly petting his hole like the head of a dog. Elliot moaned obscenely, a sound Alexander had never heard. “Do you like that?”

Elliot rolled his hips, his eyes closed as he nodded in agreement. “You make me tingly all over. Like little bolts of lightning down there.” He stared down at his chest. “Should I remove my clothes?”

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