“Sure,” Eli said. “Why wouldn’t we be?”
His father shrugged. “Dunno. You’re usually not this... helpful. Or quiet.”
“I’m maturing,” Eli replied.
Dominic finally looked at him then. Just briefly.
But it was enough.
Too much.
Eli smiled and changed the subject.
But the seed is sprouting. And now, Dominic is feeling it too.
Later that night, they didn’t touch.
Didn’t sneak into rooms or pass each other notes or glance across the table with filthy memories in their eyes.
They stayed apart.
And it was torture.
Eli lay in his bed staring at the ceiling, so wired with want he could barely breathe. He could still feel the echo of Dominic’s cock inside him, the sting of his grip on Eli’s hips. He wanted to text him. Wanted to call. Wanted to go.
But Dominic hadn’t come. And Eli wasn’t going to beg.
Not tonight.
***
The next morning, Eli left early.
He drove out to the edge of the lake trail with no real plan. He just needed space. Air. Quiet.
Halfway through his walk, his phone buzzed.
Dominic
