Page 8 of Overeager
He hummed against Eli’s skin one last time before lifting his head. “Gonna ask me up to your loft?”
“Yeah, I—” Eli paused, consternation taking over his features.
Noah stiffened. “What’s wrong?”
“I didn’t—I don’t have any condoms.” Eli bit at his lower lip, his brows furrowed. “Do you?”
“No, I didn’t—didn’t think.Fuck.” Noah could feel panic tightening his chest at the thought of this moment getting taken away from him. “But I—I mean, I’ve never been with anyone. And you—you’re—?”
“I got tested when Richard and I separated. I haven’t been with anyone since.”
Noah let out a breath. “And you’re on birth control?”
“Yes.”
“Okay.” Noah laughed with relief. “I still want to, if you do.”
He yelped as Eli smacked him on the arm with surprising strength. “Hey! What was that for?”
Eli wagged a finger in his face. “You can’t just take some random omega’s word for it that they’re on birth control. That’s just asking to knock someone up.”
It was a good fucking point. Noah wasn’t looking to be a daddy anytime soon. He wasn’t looking to be a daddy, period.
But he still wasn’t letting this chance get taken away.
“Okay.” He nodded agreeably, brushing his fingers down Eli’s side, already missing the comforting calm he’d gotten from scent marking him. “I won’t.”
“Okay.” Eli let out a slightly hysterical laugh. “Oh god. I’m such a horrible hypocrite. Come on.”
He climbed up the ladder, and Noah tried not to drool at the pert bottom flashing in his face. It was a tough battle—Eli’s swim trunks were tiny, and plastered to his skin from soaking in the tub.
Noah followed him up, remaining bent down once he was in the loft, mindful of the low ceiling. Eli lay back on the mattress, leaning on his elbows, beckoning with a tilt of his head. “Come here, Noah.”
Noah crawled until he was crouched over him, barely daring to breathe. He was hard in his trunks, had been since they’d entered the cabin.
Eli looked him over, his gaze pausing at Noah’s throat, where his pulse was no doubt obviously thundering. “You’re nervous?” he asked.
Noah was, his previous ease after scent marking Eli having left him at some point on the climb up. He could try to lie, to fake confidence, but his scent was probably giving him away. “A little,” he admitted.
Eli’s eyes crinkled at the corners with his smile. They were kind eyes, the type that made someone feel at ease with just a look. “We can stop at any time.”
Noah nodded. “I know.”
“You want to kiss me again?”
Noah didn’t need a second invitation. He leaned down and captured Eli’s mouth, groaning as Eli’s tongue met his, letting his pelvis drop into the cradle of Eli’s hips. Now he did grind down, grateful to feel Eli’s hardness against his.
Eli moaned his approval, his knees coming up against Noah’s sides, his hands delving into Noah’s curls.
Noah smiled into the kiss. This he could do. This felt natural as hell. He could have been in his bedroom back home, sneaking Eli in for a clandestine dry hump during his school break.
He made to grind again and froze, cock twitching, as he caught wind of a delicious scent. Even more delicious than Eli’s usual pheromones. Richer and deeper and …
Noah broke the kiss, rising onto his arms. “Holy shit. Is that your slick?”
Eli flushed his deepest red yet. “Oh my god.” He covered his face with his hands. “You can’t just say that.”
Noah cocked his head. “Why not? We’re about to have sex. Slick is part of it.” He inhaled deeply, letting out a groan. “Ohfuck, that smells good.”
