Chapter Twenty
After the spanking, Lee fucked him like he’d never fucked a man, pounding into him, grunting with each thrust. Eli was bent over the bed again, holding like he had for the whipping, but this time it was his insides that took the beating.
Lee had a great dick, thick and curved too, curved just right to bang his prostate beautifully. Eli had topped and bottomed equally, but if Lee kept fucking him like that, he’d never want to top again.
He stopped and made Eli walk into the living room, which wasn’t easy. His knees were weak as the songs spoke about and he was shaking, but he made it and was promptly bent over the back of one of the couches.
Inside his ass, Lee shoved his dick and again started to pound him mercilessly. It was exquisite torture, Eli unable to even squeak out a groan of pleasure. His words and noises were bottled up inside his throat, choking him, but then again, he liked that too. Unable to speak, to worry, to stress out about anything…
Lee busted a nut inside him, slapping his bruised ass as he did, and once he recovered for a couple seconds, heyahooedloudly.
Eli melted to the ground in a heap, the hard wood floor on his bruised ass hurting, but he couldn’t move. “Lee, what the hell? That was…so good, but what’s gotten into you?”
“If I remember correctly, it was me into you.”
Lee helped him to the couch but had him lay face down on it. “Don’t stain the upholstery, sweetheart. Mother would be so upset.”
“She still comes here?”
“I actually don’t know,” he admitted, sitting on the floor by Eli’s face. “She doesn’t tell me where she’s at. I know that she and my father have been traveling separately for some time now. I think there’s trouble there, but they won’t tell me. In fact, they wouldn’t tell anyone. For people like them, divorce is still a crime.”
“You never told me that, Lee. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. It’s all part of it, Eli. The lies, the pretense of a better way of life. Straight, Christian on paper only, milky white. It’s the screen we put up to make people believe that is how they should be. If they were all these things in the right way, they could be rich and powerful too. But only if you’re perfectly all these things.”
“I understand. I…I like you how you are, Lee.”
“I am starting to, but don’t…don’t get too comfortable liking me. I tend to disappoint people.”
That hung in the air a long time before Lee rose to his feet and clapped his hands together. “Go clean up and I’m going to make us some food. I had someone supply the cabinet with things that would make our vacation better. Champagne will be later, after we’ve played some more, but the best iced tea in the world should be in that refrigerator, so I’ll get us some and some perogies.”
He loved perogies so much that he avoided them like the plague. “How did you know?”
“Mars told me you mentioned they were your favorite food. Mars takes note of these things.”
Eli chuckled and said, “Okay. I’ll eat some, but I’ll need a hike or something.”
“We’ll go for a very fun hike later, babe.”
The endearment shocked the both of them. Lee changed the subject quickly, as Eli gaped at him. “Food! Tea! Let me get those ready.”
Eli watched him hurrying off and then he realized he was smiling. It was the closest thing to telling Eli he loved him. It might be the only time it came, so he’d lock it away and cherish it.
There were dozens of prepackaged containers of food in the fridge and freezer, and Lee was setting them all out, looking for the perfect ones. “Filets, roast beef, roast chicken, pheasant, hmm…”
“How about salad? Any salad in there?”
“Salad! That would be great, and there are three different ones. And they’re not frozen.”
Eli laughed at him looking back through all the containers, finding some. “Okay, we have Caesar, Greek and fennel.”
“Greek? With olives and feta?”
Lee looked in the back of the fridge and pulled out a smaller container of feta. “Fresh.”
“Then Greek, please.”
“I’ll take the fennel.”