 J.P. Barnaby joins me today with another wonderful installment of Online. And it's a good one! Online Part Three: The International Language By J. P. Barnaby “It’s huge!” Eli cried, and Tom couldn’t help but stifle a giggle as he stepped back to let his lover enter his home. The rent-controlled apartment, which had been passed down from his father, was larger than anything he could have normally afforded, but it had been his home for as long as he could remember. Eli dropped his bag on the floor near the door and turned to catch Tom’s eyes in a sweet, smoldering stare that took his breath away. “I… uhm… I only have one bedroom, but I’m sure we can—“ Before Tom could finish, Eli’s mouth was on his. Though he’d never laid eyes on the guy before that day, Tom felt like something inside him slid into place as Eli’s arms came around him. For a single moment in time, he couldn’t breathe. The intensity building in his chest nearly suffocated him. “I didn’t come all of this way to sleep on the couch,” Eli chided quietly. They only had a week before Eli would return home, and Tom didn’t want to waste any of it. Though he hardly would have gone to bed with a guy within minutes of meeting him, he just couldn’t stop himself from leading Eli to his bedroom. Well, for the week, it would be their bedroom. The idea sent a thrill of pleasure through him that had nothing to do with sex. “Eli,” Tom whispered as Eli pulled Tom’s shirt up and rubbed his nipples slowly. He traced slow sensual paths down his neck with tender lips. He shivered, his body tensing in fear and anticipation. “Hmmm?” Eli murmured against the sensitive skin of Tom’s neck as his lips trailed further down, coming dangerously close to Tom’s nipples. Tom couldn’t think. Instead, he did something he’d never done once in his life, he refused to think. He simply pulled Eli back toward his bed, still unmade from his rush to get to the airport. “I’m so glad you’re here,” Tom said as Eli succeeded in pulling the shirt over his head. Eli drove his fingers deep into Tom’s hair and cradled his face. Eli’s hard body pressed against his, rubbing slowly, insistently. Tom’s hand fell to Eli’s ass and squeezed, for which he was rewarded with a deep groan against his skin. “I want to take you to bed, but I need to take a shower. I feel gross.” Eli stepped back—reluctantly, it seemed. Tom felt the disappointment spread across his face like the hot steam that would soon fill his bathroom around Eli’s beautiful naked body. He closed his eyes for a moment and tried not to let it show but instead went to a small closet down the hall to get his new friend a towel. A strange look passed over Eli’s face and for a moment, Tom had the wild thought that maybe Eli would ask him to join him in the shower, but then it passed. Eli grabbed his bag and carried it into Tom’s bedroom. As he rummaged through it, his host stood awkwardly off to the side, just watching. “I… I’ll be back in a few minutes,” Eli murmured, stepped into the small bathroom across the hall, and closed the door. Tom stared after him wondering how they’d gone from making out to awkwardness. He hated it. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he tried not to imagine Eli’s lithe, toned body under the water… or his shaggy hair slicked against his head as drops of water slid across his lips. He tried not to wonder if Eli would think of Tom as he rubbed body wash into his skin. Body wash. The body wash was on that shelf that kept falling. He should warn Eli about the shelf before it landed on him. “Hey, Eli,” he said quietly as he stood outside the bathroom door. The other man didn’t answer, probably unable to hear Tom over the sound of the shower. After knocking and still receiving no response, Tom opened the door and looked inside. Eli stood naked in the large glass-enclosed shower, his head thrown back under the spray. Tom’s throat closed up around the shelf warning as he watched the water cascade along the gorgeous tanned skin. Eli’s eyes were closed, so he hadn’t noticed Tom standing in the doorway. Shampoo glided slowly between Eli’s nipples along the shallow, delectable ridge between his pecs, and rippled over muscled abs. Tom’s cock hardened uncomfortably in tight jeans. He gazed at Eli, tracing the gentle curve of his ass with a look so soft it should have been a caress. Without any real thought to what he was doing, or how it would look, Tom opened the button fly on his jeans to relieve the pressure on his aching dick. He moaned silently as his hand slid in through the denim tent to stroke the front of his briefs. As he rubbed the wet stain against his cock, Eli opened his eyes. They stared at each other for a brief moment that felt to Tom like a millennia of peeping Tom jokes before Eli reached over and opened the shower door in clear invitation. He hesitated, but only briefly before jerking his jeans and briefs down over his legs and doing an undignified one-legged hop to get out of them. Tom’s shirt hit the floor next, before finally, at long last, Eli’s naked skin was against his. From chest, to abdomen, to thigh, Eli crushed Tom between his hot body and the cool shower wall. With a shiver against the tile, Tom’s nipples hardened, and his eyes closed against the mist of the shower. Concentrating on the feeling of the naked man in his arms, he memorized every inch of Eli for the time when he’d be alone again. “We can take it slow later,” Eli moaned against Tom’s lips. His fingers raised goosebumps over Tom’s chest as he traced faint lines over the hardened nipples. Eli caught his moan when sweet tender lips covered his in a soul-deep kiss. Hearts raced against each other through the thin skin of their chests, separated by a thin but constant stream of water. Eli’s hips moved insistently against his own, their cocks slid together, slick and wet. “I have something in my jeans pocket, hold on,” Tom whispered over the pounding water, and turned in Eli’s arms. As he bent over to grab his jeans from the floor, he felt something decidedly hard pressing against his ass. Pushing back against Eli’s body, it took him a few tries to snatch his jeans with the tips of his fingers and not break contact with his lover. Strong hands caressed his hips as he fumbled with the pocket. Finally, the condom and pillow of lube he’d stashed broke free of their trappings and he stood up slowly. Tom loved the way Eli’s hand slid between his legs and cupped his balls as he righted himself. He handed his newly claimed prizes to Eli and braced his hands against the wall... waiting. The hands parting his cheeks, he expected, but instead of lubricated fingers, a gentle tongue pressed into his ass. His legs spread on their own, and he pressed his forehead against his arms which he’d folded on the cold, unyielding tile. A tingling warmth spread from the tight muscle being probed in the most erotic way down his legs and up into his stomach as he fought to keep his knees locked so he could stand. “Jesus, Eli,” he cried softly against the crook of his arm and his toes curled on the slick shower floor. His body began to relax in a way he never thought possible, and he couldn’t stop the whimpers that echoed through the shower from deep in his throat. The pressure built in his balls with each swipe of Eli’s tongue across his hole. The ragged five o’clock shadow across Eli’s face scraped the tender skin between his cheeks as Tom pushed back and silently begged for more. Tender hands teased his balls and his cock from underneath as Tom tried to breathe. Eli turned his head and licked the water off Tom’s skin, kissing and sucking the globes of Tom’s ass, and Tom closed his eyes against the feeling, sliding his feet just a bit wider apart. He wanted Eli inside him, taking him. The wait made him needy. He pushed his ass out farther, arching his back like a cat in heat. “That’s it, baby,” Eli moaned against his skin. He stood quickly and Tom turned to watch him open the lube. It took a moment with wet hands, but finally hot strong fingers were slicking him up, preparing him for his new lover. Tom’s head dropped as he reached down, stroked his cock, and tried to keep from coming when Eli rubbed his prostate. Swaying back and forth almost imperceptibly, he rocked on Eli’s fingers. Gently, the fingers slid from his hole and were replaced with the blunt tip of Eli’s cock, sheathed in the condom. Tom threw a hand back, resting it on Eli’s hip in an effort to get his lover to take it slow. He was probably more turned on than he’d ever been in his life, but Eli’s dick stretched the condom to its limit. With infinite care, Eli’s cock stretched him. His hand tightened on Eli’s hip, and they paused, waiting for Tom’s body to adjust before moving once more. After a minute or two, Eli’s hips pressed against his lover’s ass, and Tom felt so completely full. “Oh God, yeah,” Tom cried as Eli pulled out and drove forward again. The hand that had been restraining Eli, now wrapped around Eli’s thigh and pulled him closer. Their moans, their skin slapping, drowned out the pounding of the shower. Tom drove back sharply against Eli’s thrusts, driving him deeper, taking himself higher. Eli nailed his sweet spot consistently, taking most of the strength from his knees. An arm wrapped around Tom’s chest, holding him back against Eli as a soft voice whispered “uff, que rico.” Tom had no idea what the sentiment meant, but the way Eli moaned it against his ear, he could guess that it would be good. The fingers on his chest tightened as Eli’s forehead pressed between his shoulder blades as he drove harder into Tom’s body. He loved the sweet kisses on his skin as they made love. Tom spit quietly into his hand, reached between his parted legs, and stroked his cock with almost frenzied need. Their cries echoed off the tile walls—frantic, keening. Tom tried to grab hold of the wall with his free hand, but couldn’t find purchase. His body tensed as Eli’s thrusts sped up and grew more erratic… jerky… fevered. A cry erupted from Tom’s lips as an electrifying orgasm slammed through his body and he painted the wall in front of him with streams of semen. Both of Eli’s hands dug into his hips, pulling him back hard against the cock driving deep into his ass. Four good thrusts caused Eli’s restraint to break and he stills deep inside Tom’s body, shuddering against his lover’s back. Slow, tender kisses lined Tom’s neck and shoulder as he caught his breath against the tile. As Eli slowly drew back, he allowed his cock to fall from Tom’s body. Eli wrapped both arms around Tom when he straightened, putting his lips to Tom’s ear. “You make me want to crawl into your bed and never ever leave.” Award winning romance novelist, J. P. Barnaby has penned over a dozen books including the Forbidden Room series, the Little Boy Lost series, and Aaron. As a bisexual woman, J.P. is a proud member of the GLBT community both online and in her small town on the outskirts of Chicago. A member of Mensa, she is described as brilliant but troubled, sweet but introverted, and talented but deviant. She spends her days writing software and her nights writing erotica, which is, of course, far more interesting. The spare time that she carves out between her career and her novels is spent reading about the concept of love, which, like some of her characters, she has never quite figured out for herself.
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