Chapter 1: The Invitation
The late afternoon sun cast golden streaks through the blinds of Jax’s sleek, modern living room as he leaned against the kitchen counter, a sly smirk playing on his lips. He’d been texting Eli, the naive little twink from next door, for weeks on that damn dating app. The kid was cute—slender, with wide, innocent hazel eyes and a mop of tousled blond hair—but Christ, he was a bundle of nerves. ‘Discreet,’ he’d typed over and over. ‘No one can know.’ Jax rolled his eyes just thinking about it. He wasn’t in the mood for games, but he was definitely in the mood for Eli.
The doorbell chimed, and Jax sauntered over, opening the door to reveal Eli standing there, fidgeting with the hem of his too-tight t-shirt. “Hey, uh, thanks for inviting me over,” Eli mumbled, his cheeks already pink. “But, like, no one saw me come in, right? I mean, I can’t have anyone—”
“Relax, princess,” Jax cut in, his voice a low, teasing drawl as he stepped aside to let Eli in. “No one’s got a damn clue. You’re safe in my lair. Now, you gonna stand there whining, or you gonna come in and have some fun?”
Eli hesitated, then stepped inside, his eyes darting around like he expected a hidden camera crew to jump out. “I just… I need to be sure. And, um, you’ve got condoms, right? I’m not really into risks, and I’d rather go slow, if that’s okay. I mean, I’ve never really—”
Jax let out a sharp laugh, shutting the door with a deliberate thud. “Slow? Condoms? Kid, you sound like you’re negotiating a fucking business deal. I’ve got condoms, sure, but let’s not make this a damn board meeting. You’re here to get laid, not to draft a contract.”
Eli’s blush deepened, but there was a flicker of defiance in his gaze. “I’m just saying, I’ve got boundaries, okay? I’m not some pushover.”
“Oh, I can see that,” Jax purred, stepping closer, his broad frame towering over Eli’s slight one. He reached out, tilting Eli’s chin up with a rough finger, forcing those nervous eyes to meet his. “But boundaries are made to be tested, don’t you think? You’re already here, looking like a snack, and I’m fucking starving.”
Eli swallowed hard, his breath hitching, but he didn’t pull away. “I… I guess we can see how it goes. But slow, okay? Promise me slow.”
Jax grinned, a predator’s smile, as he backed Eli toward the couch. “Sure, sweetheart. Slow. For now.” His hands were already on Eli’s hips, firm and possessive, and he could feel the kid trembling under his touch. “But don’t think I’m gonna let you call all the shots. I’ve got plans for that tight little ass of yours.”
Eli’s eyes widened, a mix of shock and undeniable heat flashing across his face. “Hey, I didn’t say—!”
“Shh,” Jax growled, pushing Eli down onto the couch with a swift, controlled shove. “Enough with the whining. You’re here because you want this. I can see it in the way you’re already squirming. So let’s cut the bullshit.” He leaned in, his lips brushing Eli’s ear as he whispered, “I’m gonna make you forget every damn word of protest you’ve got.”
Eli’s breath came in short, sharp gasps, his hands gripping the couch cushions. “Jax, I… just… be careful, okay?”
Jax chuckled darkly, his hands sliding under Eli’s shirt, fingers grazing hot skin. “Careful’s not my style, baby. But don’t worry—I’ll take good care of you. Real good.” He pulled back just enough to yank Eli’s shirt over his head, revealing a lean, smooth chest already flushed with anticipation. Jax’s own shirt followed, his muscled torso gleaming with a light sheen of sweat as he pressed himself against Eli, the heat between them electric.
“Fuck, you’re already hard for me,” Jax murmured, his hand sliding down to palm Eli through his jeans, feeling the unmistakable bulge. “All that talk, and your cock’s begging for it.”
Eli bit his lip, a weak protest dying in his throat as Jax’s touch sent shivers through him. “I… I’m just nervous, okay? But… yeah, I want this.”
“That’s more like it,” Jax said, his voice dripping with raw hunger as he unbuttoned Eli’s jeans, tugging them down with a rough jerk. “Now, let’s see how wet I can get you before you’re panting my name.”
The air between them crackled, heavy with lust, as Jax’s hands roamed lower, his intent clear. Eli’s protests were fading fast, replaced by a desperate, horny edge to his breathing. Whatever happened next, Jax was done playing nice—and Eli was about to learn just how good losing control could feel.
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