Part Two
Courage

Chapter 5
The Cause

 

The memory of the spasms, as well as the intensity of his climax, completely monopolised and consumed him. He could see every moment and he could feel every touch. It was like reliving a nostalgic and special moment in time; the experience remembered in heart and mind and body. His mind had transported him back in time until the warm body, the smooth skin and the way Dane held him like he was afraid to let him go, became simply palpable.

 

The intense nature of his memory was not the cause of why his eyes opened to the night sky. He had opened his eyes and lifted his body into a seated position because he had become aware of the painful hardness of his erection.

 

Momentarily he listened to the rushing of the waves and then his hand moved automatically to his hard cock. It had pushed out from not only his briefs but also from beneath the elastic waist seam of his shorts. His hand surrounded it gently and he squeezed its stiffness, as he stared over the black velvet spread of the waters beyond the headland. His first thought, “What a hot fuck.” Just the memory of that time beside the harbour, had made him hard once more.

 

From the moment he had begun to run, Eli had tried not to think about Dane but the varied memories had just kept coming. By the time he was settled and lying comfortably on the headland, the memories had become like relentless rain, a torrent against which there was no shelter. The barrage had continued until he had forgotten he was even trying to resist them.

 

Remembering again, Eli recalled how as soon as he had pulled out and they had released their holds on each other’s naked bodies, Dane instantly asked him to come back to his home. Dane told him he wanted to suck his cock and that he wanted him to fuck him again. It really had not been the hard decision that Eli had made it initially. Minutes later, they were dressed and walking to Dane’s car.

 

Eli decided to leave his van where it was and to return for it later. Not knowing how distant Dane lived from the city, Eli was concerned about being pulled over by the cops with stolen property in the back, particularly with various components of a sound system worth so much money.

 

Both the walk to Dane’s car and the drive to Dane’s home had been unusual to say the least. When Eli experienced any form of social contact, he followed a basic set of rules. They applied to everyone; even his boys at Kings Cross. They were his personally created five rules for all forms of interaction. Eli’s rules were embedded within his mind like an adult remembered the alphabet.

 

As he continued to stare over the water at the headland and think about Dane, Eli recalled everything that followed their extraordinary encounter at the harbour. Just for a moment as his memories led him, another part of his mind brought his recollections to an abrupt halt. Suddenly he felt like he had become a traitor unto himself. It made him angry and in an act of rationalised appeasement, he spoke his rules loudly, as if they needed to be reaffirmed.

 

“Rule One: Never allow softness or emotional intimacy.

Rule Two: Always remain in control and dominant.

Rule Three: Never allow conversation to become personal or important.

Rule Four: Always keep your real life hidden.

Rule Five: Trust no one.”

 

Staring at the darkness of the water, Eli’s expression, despite his verbal confirmation of his rules, did not concur with his feelings or thoughts of what had taken place. It had been the last feeling, the last thought before he had pulled out of Dane, which had bothered him so intensely. It interfered with him so much that he almost denied Dane’s request to go home with him.

 

The thought that there was a connection between them was an enemy to Eli’s rules. After some quick thought, though, Eli decided he wanted to fuck Dane again and so he decided all that was required was to enforce his rules with extreme prejudice. He thought if he did that, then he could have what he wanted while maintaining his guidelines. Following that decision, he responded in monotone with an impassive, single word – “Sure!”

 

Allowing his eyes to wander away from the water, Eli allowed his gaze to drift onto the sand of the beach. He could see small animals scampering over the sand in start-stop movements. From the distance separating him, as well as the darkness of night, he was uncertain what they were but he thought that perhaps they were water rats. He thought he envied their quiet, instinctive and uncomplicated existence, assuming it would be nice to exist without the assault of the conscious mind.

 

Turning his gaze back to the blackness of the water, he began to remember the silence he had forced upon Dane. As they walked to the car, he had decided not to speak unless spoken to while simply maintaining his third rule. Eli had wondered what Dane must have thought of him because of his silence but he had been surprised that Dane had not spoken either.

 

Contrary to his decision, Eli had kept thinking that he should be talking to Dane. The fact of the matter was that he wanted to talk to Dane. Some background part of him wanted to get to know him but years of enforced habit were arguing with him intensely. Normally Eli would not have given a damn what anyone thought of his choices or actions but where Dane was concerned, Eli felt like he was being rude and uncivilised, which were feelings that were so far removed from his current bent; he was all too aware of the change.

 

At this point in his life, Eli showed little consideration for others or for their feelings. Where Dane was concerned, though, something was different. Eli knew in circumstances concerning sex, it was always about the sex and nothing more. He did not know why he felt the need to change rule three for Dane. He simply did not understand why he wanted to talk to him; it was not as if he had something important to say. Regardless, he could not dismiss his innate discomfort that his actions would disturb Dane. He also was not sure why Dane allowed and participated in the silence without question. Consciously or unconsciously, Dane was making it easier for him.

 

It was not just the walk to the car; Dane never said a thing for the entire drive to his home either. It was not until they were in Dane’s home that either of them said a word.

 

During the drive, Eli was aware of the heavy tension within the car. He kept wondering if it was just him and therefore not real but whatever the case and even though it was uncomfortable, he also knew that it was not negative. It was like the thick and heavy feeling of apprehension, which often surrounded anticipation of what was soon to happen.

 

In this case, Eli knew something really hot was about to happen. Irrespective, he could not dismiss a background thought that there was more to it. He really did not know Dane but he felt a sense that being with him at that moment was right. He thought it was strange to think such a thing but regardless, he knew it was somehow true.

 

Eli was not comfortable with that thought but he could not deny that there was something about this stranger that he really liked. When he thought about their initial meeting and how Dane would not back down, it still made him want to give Dane a smack in the jaw but he also respected him because of it. No matter whether he thought about that or even the incredible sex that followed and also, despite that he knew nothing at all about the man he was with; Eli knew that he liked Dane.

 

Though Eli was unaware of the fact, Dane was feeling something as well. During the walk back to the car, the silence had made Dane feel uneasy. He had wondered if the silence was in some way related to the way Eli did not want to accept any kind of tenderness and only seemed to be interested in earthshaking sex. Dane considered that perhaps Eli thought that any kind of communication would bring them closer and thereby negate the hot and unknown nuances of sex with a stranger.

 

Until that night, Dane had never experienced sex with someone he had not known or even further, someone he had not known for at least a couple of hours. In fact, it had been a long time since he had agreed to sex on the same day he had met someone. Irrespective, as he thought about it now, he had to admit that what had taken place with Eli had been amazing and incredibly hot. Whatever the case, Dane did not want to be the recipient of Eli’s wrath again, by initiating something that Eli would not want and so therefore, when Eli did not even attempt to speak in the car either, Dane thought it best to remain silent and leave things as they were.

 

As they drew closer to his home, Dane felt a little unsettled. He thought it was odd but even though the lack of communication was discomforting, there was also another feeling that accompanied them on the drive. Dane thought it could almost be described as if a presence was in the car with them. It was a palpable presence of something between them. He tried to tell himself that it was just the strangeness of Eli’s ways and yet, he knew instinctively that it was not just Eli and that it was to do with him as well. He felt drawn to Eli. He did not understand why or what the purpose of such feelings could be but he was incapable of denying what he was feeling.

 

It was just over forty minutes after leaving the harbour that Eli was naked again. He had been led into a very nice, two-bedroom home and after he used the toilet in the bathroom and also gave his cock a wash, the next thing he knew he was lying on Dane’s bed. Eli’s cock was fence-post hard and he was looking at Dane who was lying between his legs and admiring his erection in the light. Dane’s expression was one of desire about to be fulfilled.

 

On the other hand, Dane was feeling different. From the moment he got out of his car and walked into his house, all the odd feelings of uncertainty and insecurity left him. He felt both confident and horny. He removed his clothes so matter-of-factly, it was like he had been undressing in front of Eli for years.

 

Now between Eli’s legs with both his arms resting on Eli’s massive thighs, Dane leaned down, extended his tongue and then ran it up along the entire length of Eli’s cock. He thought it was so fat and full that he understood why it had hurt so much initially, as it stretched him open. He also thought it was why it had felt so good, as it fucked him raw for the most incredible arse-hilting he had ever received.

 

Like a man with no control, Dane’s mouth opened and he took Eli’s hardness between his lips. He began to rise and fall, as he not only sucked but also consumed like it was the most perfect cock he had ever had the pleasure of devouring.

 

In his mind, Dane knew that he wanted to get to know this guy. He was an alien. Not in the science fiction or boarder security sense but in the sense that he was so far removed from Dane as a person, from his way of life and also, comparatively to the type of sexual union that he was used to. Eli was foreign to him and they were like chalk and cheese but damn how he wanted him and how his curiosity was filled to overflowing, just by looking at Eli.

 

Dane thought Eli was a hot stud who was also a dangerous and volatile man but there was something else, something that he could not quite put his finger on. It was something to do with Eli’s aversion to tenderness, as well as his desire for only hard and raw sex. Not that Dane really cared at that moment because this angry and aggressive man turned him on like no one else. It was just that the refusal of softness drew Dane in against his volition and Dane knew that he wanted to get to know Eli.

 

Dane sucked Eli’s cock with long, deep and intense strokes. It was not soft because he knew that Eli did not want soft but it also was not frenzied. It was a firm press of lips and tongue amidst the full-length strokes.

 

As he was going down on Eli, though, in spite of what he knew Eli wanted, suddenly a thought crossed Dane’s mind. It really was founded in his curiosity but whatever the reason, he thought that because he had Eli in his home and in his bed and even though he had previously decided not to go there, Dane was about to change things to see what he could do and how far Eli would let him go.

 

After a period of time, Eli began reacting restlessly, not because he was not enjoying the blowjob but because he liked it too much. He was also really getting off on the way Dane was touching him; his body, his nipples, his muscles and any other part of him that Dane’s fingers caressed over. It was not the soft and loving touch that he denied during his sexual encounters. It also was not the rough or occasionally painful actions that he allowed.

 

Dane’s touching was firm and certain and decisive and it was also erotic and desirable, with the odd pinch and twist and stretch and squeeze. It was just enough to keep Eli above the line he drew to avoid the danger of encounters of the heart. Eli loved what was happening but it made him uncomfortable because somewhere amidst it all, he could feel feelings and a connection emerging with Dane.

 

This was the real problem for Eli, a tangible energy that was growing between them. He could feel it so intensely that it almost seemed like he could reach out and touch it. It was building between them and around them and it was so warm and inviting. For Eli, it was simply overwhelming. He wanted it, he vaguely recognised it as part of what he had felt five years before. He did not want to remember that time and he forced himself to take control of his thoughts, however, his emotions were somewhere beyond his reach and within them, Eli knew that Dane was getting to him.

 

“I’m going to devour this thick, hot cock,” Dane said, as he lifted his head and looked at Eli with blue eyes that discomforted the tattooed man.

 

“Don’t talk about it, just do it,” Eli said assertively, to maintain his enforced presence of detachment and disconnection from softer emotions.

 

Dane took Eli deep and he sucked and bobbed as he made love to the cock that had driven him wild with desire. While one hand moved over the defined and muscular chest, the other slid beneath Eli and gripped and squeezed an arse cheek that was exceptional. It was the perfect size and it was so taut and muscular. Eli flexed it, the muscles stiffening within Dane’s grasp, forcing him to squeeze it harder.

 

Releasing Eli’s cock from his mouth, Dane licked the smooth, soft flesh that was pulled tight around the extreme hardness. He then sucked on the big head like it was the juicy cherry at the top of a dessert. Eli moaned with pleasure, as Dane’s tongue began to rub all over the head of his cock, massaging against the large slit, which promised a future meal.

 

“I can’t wait for you to fuck me with this impressive cock,” Dane said and then he took it into his mouth once more while feeling Eli clenching his cock, as a response to his words.

 

Dane pushed deeper, massaging the crest with the back of his throat and as the hot but soft, pink flesh rubbed firmly over the flaring crown of his cock, Eli’s body flinched from the sensations. Dane slid his hand beneath his chest and curled his fingers around Eli’s scrotum. He stretched it down and rolled it within his easy touch and all the while he continued to suck and titillate Eli’s manhood.

 

Eli was beginning to writhe beneath Dane but just as he felt like he was almost there, Dane withdrew and began to lick his sack and suck on his nuts. He kept taking them in and popping them out and then licking them and playing with them with his tongue. The moist and sensuous heat of Dane’s tongue caressing his balls, only served to increase Eli’s desire to have him devour his cock and finish him off.

 

Eli’s movements on the bed were making it all too obvious how close he was. It felt incredible but in the back of his mind he wanted the hardness to remove the softer feelings that he feared and that were increasing.

 

Dane adjusted his position more directly over Eli and between his legs. He slid both hands and forearms beneath the small of Eli’s back, locking them in a warm yet tight embrace. He parted his lips and took Eli’s throbbing cock back into his mouth. He again began to suck it with lengthy strokes but this time the pace increased, as he held him with a caring tightness.

 

Eli squirmed as he tried to manoeuvre within Dane’s hold. He felt like it was not just a sexual embrace. The warmth and the surrounding nature of Dane’s arms, made Eli recall the feelings of being held and loved. The warm embrace felt as if Dane was connected to him, however, it also brought the thought that Dane was going to hurt him.

 

Eli heard a silent voice inside his mind, which was telling him that he had to break free and escape. Before Eli could react, though, Dane’s mouth and tongue worked his manhood with heated desire, which caused warm feelings and passion filled sighs from Eli, as his climax began to build. It was rising so fast Eli could not help but love what Dane was doing to him. Subsequently, part of him relaxed and fell into its growing heat.

 

“Fuckin’ eat me, oh fuck, yeah, suck that cock dry,” Eli cried out amidst stilted gasps.

 

Dane took him in and he closed his mouth around him tight. The heat and the flesh and the movements of the thick tongue, made Eli want more. He thrust his hips, pushing his cock farther into Dane’s mouth and then Dane began pumping hard.

 

“Fuck yeah,” he yelled, as Dane seduced his cock even more intensively. “Oh fuck,” Eli yelled seconds later, as he felt his body pulse from deep within.

 

Dane thrust his mouth harder and faster and he tightened his hold of the strong man’s body. He then released the cock from his mouth and changing things completely, he licked it softly along the shaft and over the knob. Eli moaned from the tender feelings of a gentle tongue, as it tantalised his manhood.

 

Dane felt the strong reaction and then he took the cock back into his mouth and began running his lips over the shaft gently. His tongue was massaging the sensitive tip around the slit with warm caresses. He knew that light and gentle strokes of the mouth would not do it for all men and that some men preferred pressure and pace to be able to get off, however, with Eli, Dane could feel the extreme reactions and he knew the unusual and avoided nature of what he was doing, was sending Eli over the edge.

 

“Oh Jesus,” Eli said within a gasping release of breath.

 

It was not that Dane was spectacular in capability, although Eli thought he was pretty damned good. The thing was that Eli was always dominant in his encounters and it had been a long time since anyone had made love to him, which was essentially what Dane was doing to his cock. As a consequence, Dane was unknowingly releasing feelings buried deeply within Eli and Eli’s psychology was becoming a part of the equation.

 

Dane withdrew one arm from under Eli while he tightened the other around him and held him firmly but caringly. He slid his free hand onto Eli’s chest and then he began to caress the large, smooth muscles. He started swirling the tip of his finger over the tip of a nipple softly but unceasingly, until its sensitivity made Eli gasp and moan from the added touch.

 

As Dane did all of these things, he continued to change the pressure of his mouth on Eli’s cock, softly stroking along the shaft while fluttering his tongue over the head. Everything he was now doing was soft and tender and loving and he felt Eli react to all of the changes.

 

At what seemed to him like the most inappropriate time, Eli’s mind spiralled backwards into memories of his one and only boyfriend when he was twenty. He had met Ben only a month after he had left home to begin a new life. They had fallen for each other fast and hard, they were seemingly inseparable and the way that Dane was touching him now, was the way that Ben always touched him. It was so sensuous and it felt so overwhelmingly good and it made his body shiver with desire and pulse amidst its sensitivity.

 

“Fuck yeah,” he cried out but all of the sensations and the unwanted memory took him back to that day.

 

It was the day Eli decided his father was right and that he needed to be hard and to lock everyone out. It was the day his life changed for the worse and the only man he had ever loved had left him. It had destroyed him, ripped his heart from his chest and torn it in half, leaving him in a condition like no other time in his life. Its effect had not only added to all the other negative events that had happened in his life but it had been the straw that broke the camels back. It was only days later that Eli changed his life and moved out onto the streets.

 

Eli’s mind flung back to the sensuous mouth, as his body jolted with sensation. He felt both anger and exhilaration and Dane was the cause of both. Dane’s arms closed on him so warmly and his mouth moved so sweetly and though Eli knew he had to stop this right now, he felt his mind and his body spill over. He groaned and as his body began to spasm, Dane held him close and tight while he simply rested the side of his face on Eli’s stomach.

 

Eli cried out as his automatic thrusts from climax, pumped and caressed his throbbing cock over Dane’s tongue, adding to his thrall and returning him to physical memories of making love to Ben. Eli was overwhelmed by a myriad of sensations and emotions.

 

“Oh shit, ah, aw,” were the only words and sounds to leave Eli’s mouth, as he continued to shoot a warm and thick load over Dane’s tongue.

 

Dane swallowed and then slid gently back and fourth, continuing to woo more nectar from Eli while making his spasms extend for longer. Eli’s body was jolting with pleasure as Dane fed off his cock. He could feel and he could hear how much Dane was enjoying his cock and Eli was more than aware of how much he loved what Dane had done and was doing to him.

 

In a way, Eli was angry at his lack of control and for allowing this to happen. He wanted to be angry with Dane about the deceptive softness, which he had made plain he did not want. The problem was Eli was simply too flooded with sensations and feelings that denied his control, yet felt wonderful.

 

When the final serve had been delivered and while Eli continued to buzz and pulse within his enjoyment, Dane kissed and licked his cock and then moved up and lay beside Eli. His arm draped over Eli’s torso and his fingers caressed his chest and the side of his body. It was soft and caring and meant to deliver satisfying feelings and it did.

 

Eli moaned and sighed and his body tingled and then Dane lifted his head and kissed and sucked gently on his left nipple. Soon after, Dane felt Eli’s breathing returning to normal and then he felt his body begin to tense up. However, before Eli could react, Dane sucked on the nipple hard, drawing it into his mouth and he bit just hard enough to take Eli back to his reality of hardness and pain. At least he thought it would. Eli let out a whispered “Oh” and as Dane pulled away and let the tit spring back, he dived onto Eli’s mouth and kissed him assertively.

 

Eli accepted the kiss and his arm came around him and dragged Dane on top of him. He began to kiss back hard and as they kissed hard and writhed hard, Dane let one hand slide tenderly up and down the side of Eli’s body. Almost like a reaction to fingernails scraping down a blackboard, in another discomforted response, aggressively Eli rolled over and on top of Dane. He grabbed Dane’s arms and pinned them beside him to stop his tender touching, breaking the kiss as he looked down into Dane’s striking, blue eyes.

 

Eli was about to yell at Dane and question his blatant disregard of his requirements. Instead, Eli’s mind came to a halt, as he gazed at the handsome face. He suddenly felt overwhelmed by the stranger gazing back at him with such awe. It was because of the feelings he was experiencing that Eli found himself aberrantly tongue-tied. Eli stared at him in silence. Dane was so handsome and his eyes seemed to drill into him and make him uncomfortable. It was strange because Eli hated it but loved it at the same time. He suddenly wondered why a guy like this would want to kill himself.

 

“Tell me why,” Eli said unexpectedly, quietly and uncharacteristically.

 

Dane asked, honestly confused, “Why what?”

 

“Why you were going to kill yourself,” Eli clarified and followed with an expression that seemed as if an answer would somehow bring absolution.

 

Dane looked into Eli’s deep, brown eyes and he was truly surprised that he was asking the question, particularly at this moment in time, however, he then worried how Eli would react to the truth. He decided this could only go two ways and so he decided to risk that the truth would bring an outcome without anger.

 

Dane really did not understand why it was the case but he was feeling more than just sexual attraction for Eli. He knew he wanted the hot and unbridled sex with this awesome man but he also was beginning to feel for Eli in ways that did not seem right or appropriate. Specifically, he thought it was wrong to feel such strong feelings without even knowing the man beside him. Regardless, somehow Eli was already pulling him into his heart and that made little sense to Dane but still he knew he wanted to enter.

 

“Eli, I’m sorry but I lied to you. I wasn’t going to jump like I allowed you to believe. You just pissed me off so much that I let you think it,” he said, before his eyes darted about guiltily, as he tried not to see the expression on Eli’s face.

 

A relieved expression was actually the alternative that emerged from Eli’s face. He thought it mattered little that Dane had deceived him because he was pleased to discover he was wrong. He also understood Dane’s attitude under those circumstances to maintain control and a power position. What did bother Eli was his need to break rule three again. He wanted to talk to Dane and he wanted to understand his actions. It meant a personal and important conversation and rule three was telling him it was the wrong thing to do. In spite of his beliefs, though, he decided to pose the question.

 

“Tell me what the fuck you were doing on the wall then? I swear you looked like the water was calling to you,” Eli said, trying to explain what he had seen and hopefully also explain why he had reacted the way he did.

 

Dane sighed deeply and loudly. He really did not want to explain or allow himself to return to that place again. He looked at Eli and he could see the curiosity and how deeply important an answer was to him. Eli’s brown eyes seemed so needful. Dane also felt at that moment that perhaps opening up to Eli might benefit what was happening between them, whatever it was.

 

“My best friend committed suicide there. He was dying and he contracted pneumonia and the viral infection was so severe that no one knows how he even made it to the harbour. He could barely breathe. It was getting to the short end and he simply couldn’t take it anymore. He placed his wallet, his phone and an envelope for me on the wall where you saw me standing and then he jumped in. He knew in his condition that he wouldn’t be able to stay afloat. He was right and he drowned. A passing jogger saw the items and stopped and saw him floating in the water. It had taken me a month to gather the courage to even be able to go there. I was standing on the wall because I could only guess how afraid he must have been and what he was going through and I was trying to understand it and see it from his point of view.”

 

Dane’s mind and heart was instantly thrown headlong into his feelings and memories of Daniel. He missed him desperately and up until the moment he had met Eli, Dane had been unable to break free of the loss. It suddenly occurred to him that this was yet another reason, why he had embraced the frenetic volatility of the perfect storm above him. Only Eli and all that he was as a man, was capable of changing the dynamics of Dane’s nature and his heart, easily drawing him away from his obsessive feelings of loss and regret.

 

Eli stared at Dane with an expression of shock. Dane turned his head to break eye contact because his eyes were revealing his sadness from the thoughts of his friend. Eli suddenly felt bad. He understood. He could not bare the idea of being forced to rely on others to look after him or of being physically impaired for any extended period of time. The thought of Dane’s friend having no control over his own life was horrendous to Eli.

 

After years, Eli finally allowed his attitude to return to a place where he thought that there were some acceptable reasons to switch your own lights out. For five years he had told himself it was a choice of weakness but now he thought that Dane’s friend had been brave and that sometimes it was not giving up; sometimes it was a choice to take control.

 

“Don’t sweat it, no apologies necessary and I’m sorry I interfered,” Eli said but as he looked at Dane, he felt a horrible feeling in his chest.

 

Eli realised he felt badly for Dane. He lifted his hand and with one finger, he turned Dane’s head back to him so he could look directly into his eyes. He saw the loss and the pain and the hurt that existed there. He recognised how it was deeply connected to Dane’s heart. Eli related to the pain and as much as he hated what he was experiencing, he understood all the emotions and he knew he wanted to comfort Dane.

 

This confused Eli a little because of the person he had become but he also understood it all too well, due to the person he had once been and the circumstances he had experienced. He wondered how he should deal in that moment and what exactly he should do. Almost instantly, Eli thought that their respective thoughts needed to be relocated to a better place.

 

“You know, I really can’t believe the way we met or what was said and what took place between us,” Eli said.

 

Dane’s face transformed immediately and his smile lit up his face, his eyes brightening.

 

“You could have said something to me instead of trying to kill me,” Dane replied comically.

 

“I like to try knew things, it’s a great way of meeting new people,” Eli replied, stealing Dane’s remark from that afternoon.

 

Dane laughed and said, “Did you find yourself dredging the bottom of the barrel? I know I certainly didn’t.”

 

“Actually, I think I found the best of the barrels contents,” Eli said sincerely.

 

“Yeah, so did I,” Dane replied but then jokingly he added, “Especially that cock of yours.”

 

“I couldn’t believe you put your hand on my cock,” Eli said with a surprised tone of voice that matched the surprise he had felt at the time.

 

“I had nothing else. I was so hot for you but you were pissing me off so much that I was desperate. I felt so intimidated by you and I couldn’t think of anything else to say or do and it came out of nowhere and I just did it.”

 

“Shit, Dane, if you had been anyone else or the circumstances had been different, I would have beaten you senseless for the way you were speaking to me. I only put up with it for as long as I did because I thought you were in a really dark place.”

 

Eli turned away and looked across the room and shook his head. He then turned back and his eyes were filled with intensity.

 

“I have to admit there was even more to it than that. The first time I lay eyes on you I thought you were hot and that you’d be a great fuck. When I thought you were going to commit suicide, it filled me with a need to stop you and to help you. After we sat on the grass, well, I have to say you weren’t very nice on any level and by that point I pretty much wanted to knock you out. You filled me with an array of such different emotions that most of the time I didn’t know what I was feeling or how I should react to you. I still wanted to fuck you, though,” Eli said and laughed.

 

“Thanks, by the way,” Dane said.

 

“For what?”

 

“For fucking me. You’re a seriously hot fuck,” Dane replied.

 

“Glad you liked it,” Eli said with an accompanying grin.

 

Unknown to each other, both men felt the same thing at the same time. The conversation, though serious, was light and innocuous while it brought strong feelings of familiarity and trust. It also began a binding between them. An unforeseen closeness and security was creeping almost insidiously between them. The feelings may have been unreasonable to Dane but for Eli, suddenly the feelings were rending his unthreatened wildness and calling to his lost soul.

 

“I need to take a piss badly but when I come back, I want you to fuck me, Eli.”

 

Eli’s eyes widened and he grinned.

 

“Make me belong to you,” Dane said.

 

Eli’s lips parted and a small gasp of breath warmed the skin of Dane’s face. Eli could not believe what Dane had just said to him. He thought, “Make me belong to you? Did he really mean that?”

 

Eli felt slightly disoriented by the effect Dane was having on him. He was used to taking, to demanding and to setting the rules but now, he was allowing this guy a position of influence he would never allow. He also wanted to give Dane whatever he wanted. It was unnerving.

 

As a consequence of the extended silent pause and the strange expression on Eli’s face, Dane asked, “Will you? Fuck me?”

 

“Yeah, of course,” Eli replied and then added, “Go take a piss.”

 

Less than a minute later, Eli was running for his life.

 

To be continued...