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tugged at Elliot’s shirt, shivering as his fingers brushed over the exposed flesh.
    Elliot pulled back, and Jens complained and tried to follow, but he placed a hand on Jens’ chest, stopping him. “Let me undress.”
    “Oh God.” Goose bumps broke out over his arms.
    “Is that okay?”
    “Please.” Jens reached down and pushed his sweats off, leaving his underwear in place.
    Elliot reached down and ran his fingers over the waistband of Jens; boxer briefs. “Maybe I can take those off in just a few minutes, but only if you want me to.”
    Jens nodded, his dick so hard, he wondered if he’d blow early. Elliot stood and stripped, revealing his totally gorgeous body. Jens reached for his dick, stroking his length under the cloth. The light level outside allowed him to see all of Elliot. Jens gulped. The cute little dick had come to life, leaving him worried about the size and what Elliot would want to do with it.
    The bed dipped as Elliot crawled back onto the mattress. He hung over Jens, his gaze intense.
    “I swear I won’t do anything you don’t want to. God, you are beautiful.” He lowered and kissed the side of Jens’ neck before sliding lower, his fingers massaging Jens’ chest. “Your muscles feel good in my hands.”
    “Your hands feel good on me.”
    “What about my lips? Do you like those?”
    “God, yes. Keep doing that. I love it.”
    He felt Elliot smile against his skin before continuing to kiss him. He moved lower, his hands and lips coming closer and closer to the band of his underwear. Elliot paused and breathed in deeply before blowing it all out. He lifted up on his arms and hung above Jens’ face. Disappointment swirled through Jens.
    “I’m really not this guy.”
    “What?” Jens asked.
    “I’m not the guy who does random fucks with strangers, and, no matter how hot I am for you or how hard my dick is, I can’t let go of the thought in my head that this is wrong. I’m the shy one, the one who rarely dates. I don’t go to bars and hookup. I can’t—I can’t go down on you. I want to, at least my dick wants to, but God, I—I’m…”
    Elliot dropped to the bed beside him, putting his arm over his eyes. Jens reached out and pulled him close, pushing his shoulder, so he’d flip to his side. Elliot’s whole body went stiff.
    “It’s okay. Let me just hold you,” Jens said.
    Elliot nodded and moved so his ass pressed up against Jens’ erection. Jens bit his lip and held his breath for a few seconds, wishing Elliot hadn’t stopped. He’d rushed Elliot, but that kiss had been so freaking hot, he’d thought he would combust.
    “You’re too nice,” Elliot said.
    Jens laughed and hugged him closer. “With my boner poking you in the rear, I don’t feel so nice.”
    “That’s why you’re nice. I don’t think I’d be as nice as you’re being with my dick resting against the crease of a guy’s ass.”
    Jens groaned and backed away an inch, wishing he were grinding against Elliot instead. Elliot turned in his arms, and their cocks brushed against each other. Both of them hissed and stilled. Jens held his breath. It felt like his heart would beat right out of his chest. Then Elliot was kissing him again, his tongue begging Jens to open for him.
    Raw desire guided his actions. Jens didn’t hold back though Elliot had been hesitant and just stopped their groping minutes ago. He wanted to feel the touch of another man’s hand on his cock and the slide of his lips on his flesh. He pressed forward, brushing his dick against Elliot’s. They both gasped and ground together harder.
    Elliot pushed Jens to the mattress and lay on top of him, his hips moving slowly as he pumped and rocked against him. Jens pulled out of the kiss and sucked in air. His head was spinning, and even if Elliot stopped, he was going to come.
    Jens reached between them and pushed his underwear out of the way. Their dicks touched. The heat drove him wild, and he threw back his head, sucking in air as