Second Chances in New Port Stephen - Chapter 61

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Second Chances in New Port Stephen - Chapter 61

Nick’s fingers tore at the button on his jeans. Eli helped, since Nick didn’t seem to have the fine
motor skills to handle it on his own. It was a team effort to get the jeans down his legs and on
the floor, though. Then Eli was left in just his briefs. He thanked whatever deity was looking out
for trans guys that these were his nice ones with the Y-front pocket built in.
He stopped kissing Nick long enough to say what needed saying. “Okay, so, that’s my….”
Nick traced the shape in his briefs with searching fingers. “Oh, nice packer. It suits you.”
“Wait. You’re—familiar?” He’d been gearing up for the whole speech.
His dark gaze flicked up to meet Eli’s. “I read the wikiHow, remember?”
“Jesus. Fuck. You’re such a nerd.” Eli clamped his hands to either side of Nick’s head and kissed
him hard. “It’s so hot,” he said as they parted. In case Nick couldn’t tell from how breathless Eli
was.
Nick needed no further encouragement after that. He dove right in, settling between Eli’s legs
and pressing his face against the cloth-covered bulge, openmouthed and panting. Eli felt his
throat go dry. He was absurdly glad that he’d practiced some fucking self-restraint when he’d
bought this model. Earlier in his transition, he’d stuffed his underwear with packers that would
have looked more at home on an elephant. This one was proportional. Tasteful.
And Nick seemed to be into it. He nosed along the side of it, inhaling deeply. “Can I take these
off?” His fingers hooked into the waistband of Eli’s briefs.
“Great plan,” Eli said. His voice was embarrassingly thready. He cleared his throat and tried
again. “I mean, go ahead.”
Nick flashed a look up at him. Now who was being smug? He peeled off the underwear, kissing
along Eli’s thigh as he went. “Tell me what you want,” he said, like it was simple. Eli wanted a lot
of things, not all of them possible. Tonight, though—

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“Don’t put anything inside of me,” he said with a hitch in his breathing. “That’s, like, only for
certain occasions. Got to be in the right mood. Stars have to align.”
“But I can suck you off?” Nick made it sound like it would be an honor and a privilege. He was
still kissing down Eli’s leg, heedless of the crisp body hair, working the briefs off Eli’s squirming
feet.
“Yeah. That is… full speed ahead on that.” Eli took a deep breath and tried to relax against the
pillows. He put his hands above his head, but that felt a little too damsel-in-distress, so he
lowered his arms to his sides. “Uh, actually, do you mind if I stand for this?” he asked. It was
more comfortable, sometimes, not to be flat on his back, where he tended to feel too passive.
“That’s fine. Here.” Nick popped back up and held out his hand. Eli took the offered help.
Soon they were arranged to Eli’s liking, with Eli leaning back against the bedroom wall and Nick
on his knees in front of him. He looked like an absolute dream, naked and wet-mouthed and—
“Hold on,” Eli said, because his fucking brain couldn’t ever concentrate on the bigger picture.
“The floor’s going to be murder on your knees. One sec.” He reached over to the nearby bed
and plucked two pillows off of it.