Page 17 of Charmed By You
“No strings attached.” Henry repeated. “I want you in my life. I want to be with you. I can’t explain it but something about you gets to me.”
“It’s probably my winning personality.” Elliot deadpanned and Henry felt his heart fill with hope for the first time since the other man had pushed him away.
There was the man he’d fallen for. Sarcastic and sassy. He took that as a good sign Elliot wasn’t completely out of reach yet.
“You’re right. You’re one of a kind, Ell.”
“Damn right I am.”
“You’re a cocky, smart-mouthed, little brat that needs to be spanked and then fucked into submission at least once a day and I’m the man for the job, if you’ll have me.”
Elliot ran a hand through his hair, his tongue gliding through his teeth in a nervous gesture, the barbell tapping, “Look, Henry… I’m not the guy for you and we both know it. I’m a smartass with a sailor’s mouth and if you put me in a room with all your fancy friends I’ll say something to embarrass you in a minute flat. They’ll hate me and then, eventually, you will too.”
Henry shook his head and took another step forward. Elliot didn’t back away so he took another and another. He closed the space between them and when he raised his hand to cup Elliot’s cheek, to make him meet his eyes, he felt the way Elliot’s breath caught and pressed on.
“Not possible. I could never hate you. Ever.”
“Your friends…”
“Will be absolutely charmed by you, just like I am.” Henry cut him off and stroked his thumb across Elliot’s bottom lip, “You’re a breath of fresh air, Ell. You’re young and alive. You remind me that I am too. You make me want to live for the here and now, not some distant future when I’m set up in the highest office in the land and can finally stop and breathe and have everything that I want. You’re what I want and I want you now, today, tomorrow and every day after that.”
Elliot trembled slightly and his eyes darted over Henry’s face, searching, as if he thought the things he was hearing weren’t possible, “Henry...”
“Just be with me, Elliot. Please. Give me a chance and I promise you won’t regret it. Anything you’ve ever wanted. Everything you’ve ever wanted. I’ll do my damndest to give it to you because everything that I am is yours now. Just, let me love you.”
“What did you say?” Elliot blinked at him.
“Let me love you, Ell. Please, I…”
He didn’t get a chance to finish but it didn’t matter. Elliot launched himself into Henry’s arms and he caught him with a grunt. A second later, long arms were wrapped around his neck, pulling him down, and Elliot’s mouth was on his.
They both moaned at the contact. Henry didn’t know if he was the one that deepened it instantly or if Elliot had and that didn’t matter either. Because he had the man he loved in his arms again, his taste on his tongue, and nothing had ever felt so right in his life.
He pushed forward, wrapping Elliot up tighter even as he backed him against the island in the middle of the room. Elliot’s hands slid down, gripping his shoulder and Henry didn’t hesitate. He picked Elliot up, deposited him onto the countertop and moved between his legs.
“Want you.” Elliot broke the kiss, trailing his lips across Henry’s jaw. “Fuck. I want you.”
“Did you miss me today?” Henry smiled as he untied the apron the other man had been wearing and pulled it over his head, tossing it aside.
“Yes.” Elliot admitted with a nip of his earlobe, “You were all I could think about.”
“You didn’t have to miss me. You could have just stayed. We could have spent the day in bed. I could’ve fucked you until you passed out and then woke you up rimming your ass. We could’ve had all that and more, if you’d just stayed.”
Elliot made a small sound in his throat, “I didn’t know…”
“That I wanted you to stay? How could you? You didn’t wake me up before you ran off like a thief in the night with my heart.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Me too, baby. Me too.” Henry hummed at those sweet words, “No more running from me, okay? Promise me. Whatever happens, whatever arguments we might have, you don’t run. You stay and you talk to me. You let me figure out a way to fix it.”
“Okay.” Elliot nodded quickly, “Okay just… fuck me? Please, Henry? I’ve needed you all day. I feel so empty.”
Henry shook his head, “Can’t. No time. I’m going to come as soon as I touch my cock. That’s how much I want you. I won’t last until I get inside.”
Elliot whined and Henry chuckled as he unbuttoned and unzipped the other man’s pants carefully.
“You’re going to come just like this, with me,” Henry freed his own cock from the confines of his jeans and then took both of them into his fist, causing Elliot to hiss and a groan to escape his chest, “I’m going to jerk us both off right here, right now, so we can get some relief and then I’m going to take you home and fuck you properly.”
