Just Friends

...Grant tugged Eli inside, closing the door behind them. “You’ve been here before. Didn’t look like a wonderland of kink then, did it?”

Eli grinned sheepishly. “I thought maybe you cleaned the place up before I came over.” And that maybe Grant had stuff out and ready for whoever he’d been planning to bring home tonight. Eli hadn’t missed that Grant had the extra helmet on his Harley for Eli to use once they left the club. He wondered briefly if Grant was disappointed that he’d ended up bringing Eli home instead of one of the submissive boys from the Eagles. He pushed the thought out of his mind. This had been Grant’s idea, Grant’s suggestion, so at some level Eli must be who he wanted.

If he kept that in mind, he’d be fine.

“Sorry to disappoint, but I generally keep the place pretty vanilla.” Grant casually tossed his motorcycle keys on the gray and tan granite-topped island separating the large kitchen from the rest of the living space. He crossed to the couch. “Most of my gear is in the bedroom.”

Eli swallowed and glanced at the closed door in the far corner of the living room. “That where we’re headed?” he asked, trying to act like his cock wasn’t practically tearing through his pants at the thought.

“Eventually,” Grant responded, clearly not fooled by Eli’s casual tone. “Thought we’d stay out here for starters.” He settled himself in a comfortable sprawl on the couch, studying Eli in a way that made Eli’s breath catch in his throat. “You ready?”

“Jump right in, huh?” God, he was lightheaded all of a sudden. Must be all the blood rushing to his dick—uh, brain.

“If that’s all right.”

“Sure.” This is Grant, he reminded himself. You’ve had fantasies about this. “Umm, what should I…?”

“Could start by losing the shoes and the shirt,” Grant said easily. “I liked the way you looked tonight.”

“Yeah, okay.” He’d stripped off in front of a club full of horny leathermen earlier, so this should be no big deal. Still, he couldn’t keep his hands from trembling, his eyes from dropping as he pulled off the polo shirt and toed off his boots. Just making sure I don’t trip over my own damn feet, he told himself.

Right.

He raised his eyes, gulped when he realized Grant had removed both his motorcycle jacket and the x-shaped harness, leaving the tattoo artist in nothing but those tight leather pants. The tanned, ink-patterned skin of his torso gleamed dull gold against the emerald couch. His sheer beauty, loose hair shining like fire, was enough to take Eli’s breath away.

“Like what you see?” Grant asked, husky voice amused.

Eli lifted his chin a fraction. “Yeah.”

“Good.” Grant draped an arm across the back of the couch and gave Eli a sexy, come-hither look. “Wanna come sit on my lap, little boy?”

Eli tried to hide his grimace, but Grant was watching him too carefully to miss it.

“What’s wrong?”

Eli’s jaw tightened. “That asshole Ted called me ‘boy.’”

Grant shrugged. “Some submissives like it. They pretend they’re helpless, at the mercy of their dominants. Not uncommon for a top to call his bottom ‘boy,’ or for a bottom to call his top ‘daddy.’”

“That’s…kinda perverted.”

Another shrug. Grant apparently wasn’t offended. “Everybody’s got a kink.”

“That’s what this is? A kink?”

“No, this is lesson one,” Grant said, with a slight grin at Eli’s confusion. “Know your sub. Discover what turns him on, and what doesn’t. From your reaction, I’d say feeling young and helpless doesn’t crank your engine.”

Eli laughed shortly. “Gigantic no on that one. Leave fathers and sons out of my sex life, please.” He could have bitten his tongue at the sympathetic look Grant gave him.

Damn, I forgot he knows about the disaster that was me coming out to my family. C’mon, Grant, just pretend I didn’t say that and get back to the kinky lessons, okay?

Something on his face must have clued Grant in, because the other man relaxed. “Can do.” His gaze raked Eli’s body, lingering on the bulge at Eli’s crotch until Eli’s toes curled against the pale Berber carpet.

Grant’s eyes flicked up, met Eli’s. He smiled, slow and sure. “So why don’t you come over here and sit on my lap anyway?”

Eli rolled his eyes. “Because…?”

Grant’s throaty voice was pure sex. “Because I want to know how your tight ass feels nestled up against my cock, that’s why...”