Page 50 of Rules to Love By

Maybe he only knew one way to do this.

“I’m the problem,” he said, dropping onto the edge of the bed. “I don’t know how to do this.”

“Do what?” Marcus approached him, crouching when he got close. “What’s to know? You don’t have to know anything. You just do it. Whatever feels good to you and to me. Make it up as you go.”

Eli stared at him.

To his horror, Marcus began to laugh, just softly but definitely amused. “You don’t do spontaneous, do you?”

He’d certainly botched this attempt. “Not well. Obviously.”

“That’s okay.” Marcus shifted from a crouch to his knees. “It’s something else I am very, very good at.” He gently pushed Eli’s knees apart.

“What are you doing?”

The tingle of anticipation that sparkled up his spine seemed to know exactly what Marcus was after.

Eyes twinkling, Marcus grinned. “Looks like it’s you who has to trust me, I guess.” He reached in and flipped open the button of Eli’s pants.

“You don’t have to—”

“Iwantto. And it’s okay to let me.” He patted Eli’s leg with one hand as he undid his zipper with the other. “Lift your ass.”

With a bit of squirming and Marcus falling onto his ass once, then laughing hysterically as he righted himself, Eli got out of his pants and boxers. Marcus peeled off his jacket, shirt and opened his tight jeans before he resumed his place between Eli’s legs.

“You’re gorgeous,” Eli said, running fingertips down Marcus’s chest.

Marcus shrugged. “So people tell me.”

“You are.”

He smiled up at Eli. “Thanks.” If he cared about the compliment, his expression didn’t show it. But he probably got told that a lot. “I’m glad you decided to do this with me.”

Eli nodded. He wasn’t sure how to take that, but then Marcus had shifted his focus and was stroking his cock, shouldering his way between Eli’s knees, and there was a lot more immediate stuff to keep track of besides confusing compliments.

Marcus’s hot mouth on him made everything else easier to ignore. Watching him jerk off as he sucked flared Eli’s control instincts, but he refrained from saying anything. At least until the blowjob got sloppy and ineffective. Then Eli had to put his foot down.

He snaked fingers into Marcus’s hair and tugged to get his attention.

Marcus slurped his way off Eli’s dick to gaze up at him.

“Focus,” Eli said.

Marcus nodded, hand stilling on his own erection as he let Eli guide him back. He opened prettily when Eli offered him his cock. This time, when he sank into the rhythm of sucking and licking, letting Eli guide his movements, he didn’t float away or get lost in a haze. His eyes, when he glanced up to meet Eli’s gaze, were clear.

“Let go of your cock,” Eli instructed.

Marcushmmmed around Eli. Maybe it was supposed to be a growl of protest, but Eli dug his fingers deeper into Marcus’s hair, holding tight until Marcus stopped moving.

“Let it go,” Eli said again.

For a heartbeat, Marcus stared at him, but then he complied.

“Both hands on my thighs, please.”

With his mouth full of cock and Eli’s hand at the back of his head denying him movement, Marcus couldn’t speak to protest, but Eli saw the wheels turning as he considered it. In the end, he placed a hand on each of Eli’s thighs. A bit of tension at the back of his neck released.

“Good.” Eli touched his cheek with his free hand. “Thank you. Now.” He shifted his hips forward. “As you were.”

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