“You ever do drugs, Eli?”
“Never. And by that look on your face, you have done copious amounts.”
“Not copious, but I’ve tried them all. Never got hooked, though. Just wasn’t for me.”
I am hooked on Elliot, though. Especially that mouth of his. The way he speaks to me, the filthy things he says, the way he sucks me down his throat––yeah, I have a lot of favorites when it comes to this guy, but his mouth takes the cake.
We move through more of the caverns, Elliot right by my side, my arm wrapped around him.I can’t stop touching him. I want to touch him all the time.
“How are your legs?” I ask, and he glances up at me, then he looks around warily as the guide speaks in the distance.
“Fine.”
I lean down and whisper in his ear, “Gonna let me massage them again later?”
“If you insist,” he replies.
“Oh, I so fucking do.”
Maybe he’ll even let me suck his dick again.
“Watch your head, dudes,” the guide says, drawing out the last word as she ducks and squeezes between two rocks. People follow her one by one, and Elliot and I wait our turn, too consumed with touching each other to rush our way through this. Nah, I like just standing here, feeling him against me.
A mom and her son walk in front of us and move through the narrow passageway, but a sudden, loudcrackand grunt makes me look up.
The teen boy is clutching his head, wobbling slightly on his feet.
“Shit,” I mutter as he teeters backward. He pulls his hand away, and I see his palm is covered in blood.
The mom is on him, her hands on his shoulders, her eyes frightened, but she doesn’t need to be. Because without even thinking, Elliot hands me his lantern and strides forward, his voice clipped and loud.
“Tell that tour guide to put down the ‘shrooms and get back here. We need a first aid kit and I need more light over here.”
My dick twitches in my pants at his tone of voice. Apparently, I also like it when he bosses other people around.
I glance down at my dick and sigh. Should have canceled the cave tour and let him tunnel inside of me instead. A very deep excavation would be nice right about now.
Elliot moves his gaze toward me, clueless about where my mind’s gone.
“Luke, help me get this boy seated.”
“You got it, Doc,” I say and then practically carry the shocked teen to an outcropping of rocks. He sits down and sags against the wall as Elliot kneels down in front of him.
“What’s your name?”
“David.”
“David. I’m Elliot. I’m a doctor. You’re fine. You’ll be fine. Head wounds always bleed a lot. It’s nothing more than a cut.”
David nods as the tour guide comes rushing toward us, a pack clutched in her hands.
She skids to a stop when she sees us, her eyes wide.
“Whoooooaaaah,” she draws out. She glances at the blood and sways on her feet a little. “Gnarly. Yeah, you know, I can’t do this. I don’t like blood.” She breathes deeply through her nose. “Yeah, might pass out.”
She goes a little pale, and Elliot rolls his eyes.
“What an absolute shock,” he says dryly as he turns his gaze away from her. “Luke, please ensure that woman doesn’t pass out on the floor. I don’t want to deal with a panicky, hallucinating person while in a haunted cave. We don’t want to disturb the ghosts.”