against each other that he knew the moment Eli got an erection. The kid whimpered as his body betrayed him.
Dimitri broke the kiss to give him a chance to breathe. “Why fight it, Eli? We both know the real reason you’re here. You’re just a little curious.”
“You’re crazy,” Eli said, pushing Dimitri off him.
“Am I? You can call me what you want, but your dick’s about to rip through the seams of those fancy trousers.” He lowered one of his arms, reached between Eli’s legs, and squeezed gently to demonstrate.
Eli flinched and tried to get away from Dimitri’s prying fingers.
“There’s no need to be embarrassed. This happens to the best of us.” He leaned in and kissed him again and continued to massage Eli’s swollen cock.
Eli trembled and whimpered again.
Maybe he should take it easy. He remembered his first time with a man. He nearly wet his pants. “I’ll be gentle,” Dimitri whispered to him.
Eli continued to tremble as his dick hardened. “Please stop. I don’t want this.”
Dimitri freed him. He didn’t want to take him by force either. He felt bad for manhandling Eli this way, but the kid had his nose wide open. He backed away. “Some other time maybe?” His answer came in the form of a fist. The preppy boy punched him in the face and then kicked his legs from under him. “Don’t you ever touch me again. I hate you.” He ran from the apartment.
“Ouch,” Dimitri said, shaking away the pain in his jaw. The lick had packed quite a wallop. And the little bastard had kicked him on his ass. He’d laugh if he didn’t hurt so badly. Dimitri struggled to sit up. “Oh?” Damn, he had a boner. He groaned and rose to his feet.
What kind of nut got turned on by physical violence? He hobbled to the kitchen and fixed an ice compress. He placed it to his jaw for a couple of minutes and then lowered his pants and placed it against his dick. He grimaced as the cold got to his skin. Maybe he’d underestimated Eli. Someone had apparently taught him how to defend himself against predators. He raised his pants, tossed the compress away, and limped back downstairs. Both Greer and Jose looked up when he entered the shop.
“What happened to you man?” Jose asked. “You look like hell.”
“I’m fine,” Dimitri lied, limping over to his station.
Greer grinned at him. “Pretty boy too much for you to handle?” Dimitri scowled at him. “I’m wearing him down.” Greer scoffed. “He hightailed it out of here like the place was on fire. You’re slipping, bro.”
Dimitri felt his jaw again. It still hurt like crazy. “I think I just went about it the wrong way. He’s the type that needs to be romanced.”
Jose laughed. “Did he hit you?”
Dimitri nodded. “I guess he didn’t appreciate my hands on his dick.”
Jose growled like a tiger. “He’s an alpha male, hombre…a seme.
You should have crawled on your knees and begged him to take you.” Dimitri frowned. What? He’d never been submissive to any man before, and he wasn’t about to start now. “Never. There’s only room for one king in my den. You’ll see, I’ll have him on his knees soon enough. But first I have to find out his last name and where he lives.”
“You can start by asking his teacher,” Greer said. “The name on that SUV he and that other violinist left in earlier said Dubisson School of Music.”
Dubisson ? That was the name of his music teacher and the school he’d attended. Could it be the same? He limped over to the telephone book and looked up the school. Yes, it was the same place. Tomorrow he’d pay a visit to his teacher and catch up on old times.
Chapter Three
Eli lay in his bed angry at what had happened and angry at himself for responding to a man’s touch. What was with his body lately? He’d gotten erections around girls plenty of times since puberty, but never one so forceful. The thought shamed him. He wasn’t gay. So why had Dimitri’s touch turned him on? Even
Dimitri broke the kiss to give him a chance to breathe. “Why fight it, Eli? We both know the real reason you’re here. You’re just a little curious.”
“You’re crazy,” Eli said, pushing Dimitri off him.
“Am I? You can call me what you want, but your dick’s about to rip through the seams of those fancy trousers.” He lowered one of his arms, reached between Eli’s legs, and squeezed gently to demonstrate.
Eli flinched and tried to get away from Dimitri’s prying fingers.
“There’s no need to be embarrassed. This happens to the best of us.” He leaned in and kissed him again and continued to massage Eli’s swollen cock.
Eli trembled and whimpered again.
Maybe he should take it easy. He remembered his first time with a man. He nearly wet his pants. “I’ll be gentle,” Dimitri whispered to him.
Eli continued to tremble as his dick hardened. “Please stop. I don’t want this.”
Dimitri freed him. He didn’t want to take him by force either. He felt bad for manhandling Eli this way, but the kid had his nose wide open. He backed away. “Some other time maybe?” His answer came in the form of a fist. The preppy boy punched him in the face and then kicked his legs from under him. “Don’t you ever touch me again. I hate you.” He ran from the apartment.
“Ouch,” Dimitri said, shaking away the pain in his jaw. The lick had packed quite a wallop. And the little bastard had kicked him on his ass. He’d laugh if he didn’t hurt so badly. Dimitri struggled to sit up. “Oh?” Damn, he had a boner. He groaned and rose to his feet.
What kind of nut got turned on by physical violence? He hobbled to the kitchen and fixed an ice compress. He placed it to his jaw for a couple of minutes and then lowered his pants and placed it against his dick. He grimaced as the cold got to his skin. Maybe he’d underestimated Eli. Someone had apparently taught him how to defend himself against predators. He raised his pants, tossed the compress away, and limped back downstairs. Both Greer and Jose looked up when he entered the shop.
“What happened to you man?” Jose asked. “You look like hell.”
“I’m fine,” Dimitri lied, limping over to his station.
Greer grinned at him. “Pretty boy too much for you to handle?” Dimitri scowled at him. “I’m wearing him down.” Greer scoffed. “He hightailed it out of here like the place was on fire. You’re slipping, bro.”
Dimitri felt his jaw again. It still hurt like crazy. “I think I just went about it the wrong way. He’s the type that needs to be romanced.”
Jose laughed. “Did he hit you?”
Dimitri nodded. “I guess he didn’t appreciate my hands on his dick.”
Jose growled like a tiger. “He’s an alpha male, hombre…a seme.
You should have crawled on your knees and begged him to take you.” Dimitri frowned. What? He’d never been submissive to any man before, and he wasn’t about to start now. “Never. There’s only room for one king in my den. You’ll see, I’ll have him on his knees soon enough. But first I have to find out his last name and where he lives.”
“You can start by asking his teacher,” Greer said. “The name on that SUV he and that other violinist left in earlier said Dubisson School of Music.”
Dubisson ? That was the name of his music teacher and the school he’d attended. Could it be the same? He limped over to the telephone book and looked up the school. Yes, it was the same place. Tomorrow he’d pay a visit to his teacher and catch up on old times.
Chapter Three
Eli lay in his bed angry at what had happened and angry at himself for responding to a man’s touch. What was with his body lately? He’d gotten erections around girls plenty of times since puberty, but never one so forceful. The thought shamed him. He wasn’t gay. So why had Dimitri’s touch turned him on? Even
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