you about my ex.â Joe shrugged. âItâs not a big deal. Iâm over it. Just annoyed I have to go watch him get married while Iâm limping like an idiot.â
âHmmm. Thatâs too bad.â Elias wasnât sure there was anything to say to help the situation, so he settled into eating. Even with Joeâs grumpy mood, his apartment was comfortable and warm. Elias would be sad when he had to go in to work.
âYou wouldnât happen to want to come along, would you?â
Elias pressed his lips together. To the wedding? With gay men all around? It was bound to be uncomfortable. If Elias didnât understand Joe half the time, he was sure to be confused by Joeâs friends.
And yetâ¦
He smiled, turning back to his food to hide his excitement. âWhen is it?â
âNext Sunday at three. I owe you a free meal, since Iâm too laid up to do anything else right now.â
Something about that statement made Elias feel sad even though he wasnât sure why. âIâd love to go.â He wished he could say Joe didnât owe him anything. Elias just enjoyed being around Joe. But there was no way Elias could be so honest to a man heâd only met yesterday.
âMmmm⦠This is so good.â Joeâs eyes closed as he popped another bite in his mouth. With his face relaxed, he looked years younger. And very handsome.
Elias wanted to kiss him again and wondered if Joe would object.
âSoâ¦â Joeâs eyes were still closed, and his voice had taken on a cheeky tone. âWhen do I get my sponge bath?â
The images those words called to mind were so vivid and arousing that Elias struggled to form words.
âHeh, Iâm just kidding.â Joe opened his eyes, but only to a sleepy gaze. âMaybe tomorrow. By then Iâll really need it.â
Elias licked his lips and forced himself to speak. âUm, yes. I canâ¦â He looked at his watch. âI have to be at work in an hour, but if you needâ¦â Please say yes.
âAw. Youâre too sweet. But even thatâd be too much today. Wouldnât want to tear my stitches.â He gave Elias a wink so full of promise Elias felt like Joe had reached right inside his chest and stolen Eliasâs breath.
Joe hooked the back of Eliasâs neck, drawing him in close. As Elias closed his eyes, âMagicâ played in his headâthe Selena Gomez version, then sliding into the older and more sultry Olivia Newton John one.
âI could get you, though.â Joe rubbed Eliasâs shoulder. âThink I could handle that.â
Elias wanted to put his arms around Joeâs shoulders but worried about hurting him, so Elias held still, perched forward. He opened when he felt the brush of Joeâs tongue.
Joeâs hand roamed to Eliasâs chest, feelingâfor what, Elias didnât know. But it was good, so good to have a warm palm there, over his shirt and over his sternum, like Joe could touch his heart.
Then Joeâs hand was on Eliasâs belly, and he only had a second to tense before Joe reached lower.
âOh.â Elias pulled away before he was aware of having done so. Where before heâd been barely breathing, now he sucked air in gulps.
âOh.â Joeâs hands dropped to his sides. âI thought you were up for it.â He frowned. âDidnât mean to presumeâ¦â
Elias would have opened his skin to show Joe what was inside if he could have. His groin ached and his throat was dry. He wished so badly he could give Joe what he wanted, but he couldnât let Joe touch him like that. Not yet. âYou didnât do anything wrong.â Elias stood, because he couldnât bear for Joe to see him shaking. âBut I need to go to work.â
âYeah. I know.â
Elias hoped that Joe wasnât mad at him. âDo you need me to get you anything else? Medicine?â
âNo,
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