This story was published in the All Romance e-books free e-newsletter, Wildfire, on 22 October 2010. It is a deleted scene from Beached Hearts, my novella from Dreamspinner Press.
stood there under the water while Conor soaped him all over with a
sponge. Sure, steady strokes, his other hand on a voyage of exploration,
memorising Eli's body. He noticed each mole on his back, each dark hair
which ran down the centre of his abdomen to his groin, the scar on his
left knee. He stroked the pattern of bruises over Eli's left shoulder
and across both hips left by the seat belt during his accident. He
touched his wet eyelashes delicately with one finger and kissed both
eyelids. He shampooed Eli's hair and rinsed it clean.
like he knew
every part of his lover's body. That he could draw a map charting the
essential areas, each little characteristic marking Eli as Eli. He
remembered doing something similar with Liam one time. But Liam had
attention deficit disorder. He hadn't liked to be examined this way and
wanted to cut to the chase, pushing Conor to the wall and stopping his
But Eli seemed to be lost in his own world, a
slave to Conor's hands. He stood with eyes closed, his body undulating
softly with each touch, almost swaying on his feet, his cock resting
half-hard against his leg. His body made it clear Conor could carry on
doing this all night if he so desired, that Eli was a willing
participant to the experiment.
"Are you still sore?" Conor asked
because Eli had to have still been suffering from whiplash and Conor
noticed he moved gingerly on occasion. Usually those occasions after
Conor had fucked him.
"Stiff," Eli replied. "And my head
Conor kissed the bruise and the neat blue line of stitches on his forehead. "I'll get you some painkillers when we get out."
took Eli in his arms. He held him close, cradling his head, lips
grazing his temple, wet limbs around him. Eli seemed to purr. He finally
disentangled himself from Conor and took the sponge. He lavished the
same sort of attention on Conor with hands and sponge and lips, touching
every part of his body until Conor's skin sang with bliss, truly alive
for the first time in his life.
This was what he had missed.
Being touched by another person, not the kind of dirty sex Liam
provided. Being touched, kissed and held.
Eli's lips sucked at the curve of his ear and the lobe. "You're so beautiful," he murmured almost reverently.
tensed in surprise. No one had ever said this to him before. Could it
be true? Eli didn't have a reason to lie. He turned around to look into
Eli's eyes. His
lover was the beautiful one. His beauty was like looking on a celestial
being. It blinded Conor. Eli smiled, his palm smoothing over Conor's
cheek. "You don't believe me. Didn't you say they always ask you to pose
for the naked cop calendar?"
Conor smiled wryly.
you should do it next year. Christ, that would make my whole decade. You
can leave your hat on. Perhaps just have your belt with cuffs hanging
on it, brandish your baton semi-threateningly, that sort of thing..."
Eli groaned lasciviously.
Conor caught him by the hips and
squeezed him. "You've got a uniform fetish," he accused, laughing.
"That's why you've chased me the way you have."
"Maybe." Eli tried to look innocent and failed.
"You're unbelievable. Are you going to have me fucking you in uniform from now on?"
"Possibly." Eli's hand moved into Conor's groin and took hold of his stiffening cock. "You already have though. That first time
in your chair at the station." His teeth gleamed when he smiled.
"Did that excite you?"
do you think? Riding a cop in his chair at a fucking police station
wearing his uniform. I looked down at where I'd tossed your belt on the
floor and stared at your cuffs and baton, thinking about what you could
do to me with them. It doesn't get any better than that."
shrugged. "What? I have a healthy respect for the law. Conor's law." He
grinned again slyly and pressed closer, his hand enclosing both Conor's
cock and his own, sliding down both shafts together.
shivered a little in excitement. He kissed Eli, remembering that first
time, Eli's weight on his lap and the trembling of his body as he came.
palm rubbed over the heads of both their cocks. His other hand massaged
the globes of Conor's buttocks. Conor bucked into his hand, liking the
friction of Eli's cock against his own, the two
erections sliding wetly together. Eli was breathing heavily, his eyes
closed. He held their cocks tighter, pressing them hard one against the
other, jerking them firmly.
Conor swore softly, hands on Eli's
backside, lips on his neck, gently biting. He was close to coming but
Eli beat him to it, stiffening and trembling before Conor felt semen hit
his own cock and Eli's still milking hand spread it all over him.
groaned, the extra lubrication exquisite, thrusting against Eli's still
hard cock as he came, his own semen mixing with Eli's to cover them
both in slippery white.
"Mmm." Eli's mouth nibbled at his jaw. "I love watching you come."
Conor leaned back tiredly against the wall. Eli reached for the sponge and cleaned them both up thoroughly.
climbed out and dried each other carefully. Eli reached for the
toiletry bag he had brought upstairs. He ran a deodorant stick under
both arms and then he put some of
Conor's toothpaste on a brush and began to brush his teeth.
stood behind him towelling his hair dry, waiting for his own turn at
the sink. Eli stood butt-naked bent over the sink, unashamed of his
nakedness and Conor admired silently as he had many times before.
went into the bedroom. Conor slid between the cool sheets in the dark
and Eli joined him, leaning over to kiss Conor before he slid down, head
against Conor's chest. Conor put an arm comfortably around him.
Eli sighed softly. "Best day of my life so far," he said in a whisper. "Goodnight Conor."
Conor kissed the top of his head with his blood singing in bliss. "'Night Eli."