[NSFW] The Waiting Game

Elliot fastened his trousers and combed his damp hair out of his eyes. Behind him Andreas was taking his time toweling off, and was unusually quiet considering he had just treated Elliot to a fantastic dicking-down in the shower. Elliot smiled to himself as he buttoned his shirt. His ass and thighs ached pleasantly, in a way that told him he would be feeling it for the next day or two.

It was the perfect time to leave. Elliot’s weekends had become a blur of delicious food and indulgent sex thanks to Andreas, but it was best for both of them if Elliot didn’t let himself linger (at least, not anymore than he already did). He told himself that twenty-four hours together still only counted as one day and one date, but more than that pushed him beyond the realm of plausible deniability.

Andreas brushed behind him as he moved to his dresser, trailing fingers over the small of Elliot’s back. Elliot glanced at him with a smile, eyes gliding over the planes of Andreas’ body in admiration, only to be brought up short: Andreas was half-hard, his cock thick and red, and Elliot was struck by a sudden thought.

“Did you not come?” he asked.

Andreas laughed softly as he stepped into a fresh pair of boxers. “Don’t worry about it. As usual you just wore me out this weekend.  Besides, if I’d kept going until I finished you would’ve ended up spending the night here after all.”

Elliot narrowed his eyes. From anyone else he would have taken that statement at face value and left well enough alone, but from Andreas it sounded like absolute bullshit. It wasn’t like him to prevaricate and Elliot disliked the thought of ending what had been an extremely satisfying weekend together on an ambiguous note. “Uh huh. So are you just waiting for me to leave so you can rub one out by yourself?”

“Uh…” Andreas blinked and flushed slightly. Despite his adventurousness in the bedroom, Elliot had quickly discovered that Andreas’ years in the closet combined with his habitual good manners made him delightfully easy to scandalize.

“Yeah, I don’t think so,” Elliot said. “Lose the boxers and get on the bed.”

Andreas laughed again, sounding more genuinely amused. “Now I know you haven’t recovered that quickly,” he said, even as he slipped his underwear off and headed to the bed.

“Nope,” Elliot said, and leaned in, following Andreas down as he laid back against the sheets. “I am too tired and too well-fucked to do anything more than watch,” he said and smiled, watching Andreas blush harder while his cock lifted higher. Whatever Andreas’ earlier reticence had been about, it seemed he was getting over it. Elliot dropped his voice to a low, deliberate purr. “C’mon, Daddy. Touch it for me.”

Andreas shut his eyes and visibly shuddered. “Christ…” he said, and moved his hand to his cock. He opened his eyes almost as quickly as he’d shut them, his gaze locking onto Elliot’s face as he massaged his erection.

Elliot watched, deeply regretting that there was no way he was getting hard again tonight. “I’ve gotten up close and personal with your dick plenty of times, but now it occurs to me that I’ve never seen YOU get close and personal with your dick.” He studied Andreas’ vivid blush and searching expression. ”You’ve never masturbated for anyone before, have you?”

Andreas shut his eyes again and shook his head, his hand stroking steadily. “No, I—it never came up.” He paused, eyes roaming Elliot’s face. “Will you touch me?”

“Nope, this is your show,” Elliot said, smirking, but he put a light hand on Andreas’ knee anyway. “I don’t want either of us to be distracted from the performance.”

Andreas moaned softly and gripped his thigh, holding his legs open wide for Elliot’s gaze and watching Elliot avidly in return. There was something open and vulnerable in his expression that told Elliot he should tread carefully, but being the focus of Andreas’ intensity and passion was still a novel and thrilling experience for him. He opened his mouth to tell Andreas how hot he looked, or how much Elliot wished he could fuck him right now, but instead he asked, “What are you thinking about?”

“You,” Andreas said. “Just you.”

Elliot swallowed. They were definitely straying into dangerous, feelings-laden territory here. He needed to go home before he was tempted into staying another night. He needed Andreas to make himself come. Elliot slipped his phone out of his pocket and opened the camera app.

“Oh God,” Andreas said. “Are you—?”

“Don’t stop,” Elliot said. He held the phone aloft, watching through the screen as he moved the viewfinder slowly over Andreas’ face, taking in his flushed, yearning expression through the safe barrier of the screen.

Andreas’ arm moved faster and his breath quickened as the eye of the camera moved down his body, finally stopping to hover over his swollen prick as he pleasured himself. He was nearly there.

“Come for me,” Elliot said.

“Oh, yes—,” Andreas gasped, and came. Semen streaked his stomach and coated his fingers. Elliot’s mouth watered, but he bit his lip and held himself back from doing or saying anything stupid.

Andreas slowed his strokes, and then lay still for a moment catching his breath, eyes closed, body open and defenseless. Elliot was struck anew with twin urges to both run away as fast as his legs could carry him and to crawl into bed beside Andreas, never to leave.

“Did you really record all that?” Andreas said, cracking an eye open and watching Elliot with a half smile.

“Oh, uh, no,” Elliot said, looking down at his phone and swiping away from the camera app. “I would’ve asked first before doing that for real.”

“I wouldn’t have minded.” Andreas grinned and reached for the tissues by the bed to clean himself.

Elliot smiled and put his phone away. “Maybe next time, then. Something to look forward to.”

“I always look forward to spending time with you,” Andreas said. “What’s that saying? ‘Hurry up and leave so you can hurry up and come back?’”

“Is that a saying?”

“I guess it is now.” Andreas sat up and kissed Elliot slowly. The heat from his naked body bled through the fine fabric of Elliot’s dress clothes. “I suppose the sooner this weekend ends, the sooner next weekend will get here.”

“Yeah,” Elliot said, leaning in for one more kiss before he left. “Can’t wait.”