Who would I be if I let you get away without doing body shots? [There was a tsk that died on Eliot's lips the second Quentin actually touched his body. When and why in the hell did he ever imagine that this would be any sort of a good idea? Yes, Eliot had a million and one bad ideas, and he loved to make them with lots of hot guys, but there was something endearing and special about the man who had his hand curling against the hem of his pantline.
It might have been fine if Eliot could have controlled his body's response to it all, but men have not the foresight or luxury to know exactly when their bodies will seek to betray them and announce to the world at large that they are attracted to the person who is looking at them, and now currently touching them very near a rather sensitive and growing part of their anatomy.
Shit. Fuck a motherless goat and her handmaiden. Eliot knew that Quentin would notice the jump in his dick, and there was no way that he could have read the younger male's thoughts about it being hot. Heat rushed to the future king's cheeks but he managed a nod.] Whoo boy. I do believe that I am ready. It's a little cold down there, you might want to be careful, Q.
[Actually, it was the absolute opposite, heat fled from every other area and pooled in his center-- flooding his cock so that it grew bolder and bolder with each passing second.] Baseball, grandma's oatmeal pies, cornfields, ice cold water, apple pie and GO ON, get on with it.
[Eliot huffed out a breath, finally giving up on being shy about anything and licked his lips as he glanced down at Quentin with a shrug and a mildly helpless look. They were both men, and well, Quentin had to know by now that Eliot fancied him. Surprise!]
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It might have been fine if Eliot could have controlled his body's response to it all, but men have not the foresight or luxury to know exactly when their bodies will seek to betray them and announce to the world at large that they are attracted to the person who is looking at them, and now currently touching them very near a rather sensitive and growing part of their anatomy.
Shit. Fuck a motherless goat and her handmaiden. Eliot knew that Quentin would notice the jump in his dick, and there was no way that he could have read the younger male's thoughts about it being hot. Heat rushed to the future king's cheeks but he managed a nod.] Whoo boy. I do believe that I am ready. It's a little cold down there, you might want to be careful, Q.
[Actually, it was the absolute opposite, heat fled from every other area and pooled in his center-- flooding his cock so that it grew bolder and bolder with each passing second.] Baseball, grandma's oatmeal pies, cornfields, ice cold water, apple pie and GO ON, get on with it.
[Eliot huffed out a breath, finally giving up on being shy about anything and licked his lips as he glanced down at Quentin with a shrug and a mildly helpless look. They were both men, and well, Quentin had to know by now that Eliot fancied him. Surprise!]