My Bestfriend’s Billionaire Older Brother

Elijah “Eli” Summers is a 21 year old man, he is a student in his sophomore year at NYU, he and his childhood bestfriend Nathan are inseparable,like brothers. They met when Eli moved in next door during 6th grade Nathan was always the popular cool kid,Sports,chicks and party’s to escape his wealthy family home life, while Elijah was always more lowkey, chill and funny, he only had his mom growing up. Nathan sat on the couch in their shared dorm room playing the video game, call of duty, he is tall 6’0 tan skin,dark thick shaggy hair, Italian features with an athletic build, while Eli sat next to him leaning forward his controller clicking rapidly as he beat him he slams the controller down “yeaaaahhh that’s how you do it sonnn” Elijah says laughing standing up he’s got shaggy sandy blonde hair a muscular but toned slim build, baby blue eyes, thick lashes. Nathan shakes his head tossing the controller down, Eli looked at Nathan and grins triumphantly, running a hand through his messy s

See something you like, Damon? Eli purrs playfully, setting the half-eaten fruit aside. I can recommend some truly... decadent indulgences worth sampling, if you're feeling adventurous enough to expand your horizons a bit.” Damon leans in close, his hot breath ghosting over the shell of Eli's ear as he rumbles in a low, warning tone tinged with barely restrained desire, “Careful what you wish for, kitten. You're playing with forces far beyond your ken. Tempting me so shamelessly...you have no idea what you're stirring within me.” One large, warm hand comes to rest possessively on Eli's thigh beneath the table, squeezing gently as Damon's lips graze the sensitive skin behind his jawline. Eli shivers at the feel of Damon's heated breath on his neck, pulse pounding wildly as the larger male's grip on his thigh tightens ever so slightly, sending jolts of electricity straight to his core. Swallows thickly, trying valiantly to maintain an ounce of composure amidst the whirlwind of

Elijah pauses, biting his lower lip as he glances towards the door nervously. “What do we do now? Won't Nathan get suspicious if we're gone too long? Not that I'm complaining about our little tryst..” Damon brushes hair out his face cupping his cheek “now let’s get you cleaned up and then you can slip out first” Damon kisses him in a deep almost tender kiss. Eli parts his lips willingly as Damon claims another deep, passionate kiss, melting into the older male's embrace. Reluctantly pulls away after several heated moments, already missing the warmth and closeness. “Mmmm, okay. Guess we shouldn't push our luck with Nathan. As much fun as round two sounds...” sits up gingerly, wincing slightly at the unfamiliar ache between his legs, a testament to their vigorous coupling. Looks up at Damon with a playful smirk. “Think you can help me clean up, stud? Might need some assistance reaching certain spots”. Damon smirks deviously and gives Eli's plush rear cheek a firm squeeze, pu

A few minutes pass, the seconds stretching agonizingly as Eli awaits Damon's response, heart fluttering wildly in his chest. Just as he starts to lose hope that the older man will actually respond, his phone vibrates with an incoming text. How about dinner tomorrow night? Someplace nice, where we can...catch up properly. Just the two of us. I know a cozy little Italian place downtown that serves the best tiramisu. What do you say, gorgeous? Eli reads the message three times over, hardly believing his luck. smiles to himself, a surge of excitement coursing through him at Damon's invitation. Hesitates only briefly before replying, fingers flying over the keypad. I'd love that, Damon. Dinner sounds perfect. And I have a sweet tooth, so definitely save room for dessert~ ;) adds quickly, Pick me up at 7? grins to himself as he hits send, already imagining how the evening might unfold. Starts daydreaming about slipping away for a passionate interlude after their meal, maybe sn

Eli glances out the tinted window, eyes widening in disbelief as he takes in the elegant facade of the renowned restaurant he's been dying to visit. Turning back to Damon with awe-struck wonder, he sputters excitedly, "D-Damon, this place... I've heard you practically need a royal invitation to even get a reservation! How on earth did you manage this?" Eli gestures animatedly to the imposing double doors flanked by liveried attendants, still hardly able to believe his luck at being here now, with such a spectacularly handsome and seemingly well-connected man. "Oh sweetheart, when you have a certain net worth and connections stretching halfway around the globe, waiting lists tend to dissolve rather magically," Damon explains with a sly, lopsided grin. Winking conspiratorially, he leans in to press a feather-light kiss upon Eli's startled temple before exiting the limo smoothly, leaving Eli momentarily dazed by the revelation and the electrifying touch. Rounding the vehicle's rea