“And you’re still not entirely normal, but I can take that amount of crazy on board.”
Elliot took a deep breath. “I lied to you though. I can’t pay. Yet. I’ll have some money in two weeks if you can wait. But that should be fine, right? If I ended up dead, I wouldn’t have paid at all.”
Knight licked his lips, surprised by how freely Elliot was speaking about the possibility of his death. Knight hadn’t come here because of the money. He actually completely forgot about that part of the massage, but with sparks flying between him and Elliot, he decided to go along with it. “Maybe we could come up with a different arrangement.”
Elliot must have been oblivious to the possibility of Knight being attracted to him, because his eyes wandered to the trailer behind Knight, the makeup bag, his phone. “Illegal?”
Knight frowned. “No. No, entirely legal,” he said and slowly spread his thighs to expose his crotch.
A light bulb must have finally lit up in Elliot’s brain because his eyes went wider, and he pushed his bangs out of his face again. Knight loved seeing Elliot’s breath become shallower and his pupils widening as if he’d just snorted coke. “As a… like a revenge thing, or because you want my lips on your dick?” he whispered hoarsely.
Knight could barely swallow from the tension that had built up in his body unnoticed. “Your lips on my dick.”
Elliot stared at him, hypnotized, but then he slid down to his knees, keeping his hand steady on Knight’s thigh. He kneeled right there, among the broken glass and vinegar, and without another word, he kissed the bulge already growing in Knight’s jeans.
Knight couldn’t keep in the deep groan that escaped his lips. He leaned forward and moved his fingers through the damp, sour-scented hair before tugging on the belt that was still around Elliot’s neck. “Let’s take that off. Don’t want you on a leash, although I admit it’s pleasant to see The Count on his knees for me.”
The helpless expression on Elliot’s face pushed all of Knight’s buttons.
“You’re so hot,” Elliot whined and buried his face in Knight’s crotch, as if he wanted to cuddle up his smooth cheek to Knight’s dick.
The words, spoken in Elliot’s surprisingly warm voice trickled down Knight’s body like heated maple syrup. He groaned and rubbed the back of Elliot’s head with his fingertips, watching his clean, pale face rub against his bulge. Which was growing so fast Knight was getting lightheaded.
Elliot’s greedy fingers were already unbuckling Knight’s belt, but Knight’s eyes went a bit wider when Elliot licked along the zipper with hunger painted all over his face. Knight knew the guy was obsessive over Fane, but now all his attention seemed to be focused on Knight and Knight only.
Knight exhaled and rocked his hips forward while keeping Elliot’s head close. The touch wasn’t enough, but rubbing through two layers of fabric had his skin burning already. “Aren’t you a slut.”
Elliot swallowed audibly and looked up with eyes so unfocused they looked like two pots of molasses. His fingers worked like magic, unzipping Knight’s jeans and pulling on them already. “It’s been a while,” he whispered, his pale cheeks now red and his lips trembling as if he couldn’t wait for dick.
“Yeah? But you like cock, right? You’ll like mine,” Knight whispered and pushed down his jeans until they pooled around his ankles along with his underwear. The cool air was a shock to his skin, but he spat on his hand and pumped his cock gently, watching Elliot’s reaction.
And he got exactly what he wanted. The glazed-over eyes, the wanton look full of both lust and admiration followed the movement of his fingers and made Knight’s dick grow. Elliot’s breath was coming in fast, shallow gusts.
“I will. I do.” Elliot leaned forward and sucked on one of Knight’s balls, still watching the cock in Knight’s hand.
Knight groaned as the warm, smooth mouth eagerly took him in, creating a vacuum around one of the most sensitive spots on his body. He grasped some of Elliot’s hair and slowly jerked off, their eyes meeting just above the stiff cock that was waiting to replace Knight’s balls between Elliot’s lips. “That’s it. I saved you. I deserve your attention.”
Elliot nodded frantically, playing with his tongue over the sensitive skin of Knight’s sac. Heaven. Pure fucking heaven in this deteriorating trailer. Elliot’s fingers were still cool but slowly heated up as they ran up and down Knight’s thighs. “I want to swallow,” he said as if there was need to ask for permission. He coughed and licked his damp lips before touching them to Knight’s cockhead with a pleading expression.
Knight roughly pulled back Elliot’s head, yanked down the black turtleneck, and nipped at his exposed throat, tasting salt, and vinegar, and even a distant aftertaste of leather. “Yes. I want you to drink it all up. And if I cum too much for you to handle, I’m gonna feed it to you with my dick,” he rasped, pulling on the pale skin with his teeth.