Eliot didn't answer, but he didn't leave the room either. He sat and stared at the bottle on the desk.
Nate closed the door, sighing heavily. "Would it help if I said I was sorry?"
"Only if you meant it." Eliot growled.
Nate came to sit between Eliot and the bottle, leaning on the desk. He was barefoot. Eliot looked up, realizing he was freshly showered too. Looking better than he had the last few days. Nate lifted one foot and settled it on the chair between Eliot's thighs.
"Would it help if I offered to suck your cock?"
He wanted to hold on to being angry, because Nate could have gotten them all killed. Because Nate had told him he'd stop drinking. Because Nate had nearly outed them both to the whole world in his drunken stupor. But, his toes were playing along the seam of Eliot's jeans and his cock was waking up.
"No." Eliot stood abruptly, pushing the chair back and reaching around Nate for the bottle. "Toss this, and maybe."
He shoved the bottle at Nate, who caught his hand and lifted his eyes to meet Eliot's. "Open it."
"Nate--"
"Humor me."
Eliot sighed, but twisted the cap off the bottle. He sniffed, but there was no smell of alcohol. "It's fake." Nate took the bottle and set it on the desk. "I'm done."
"But this weekend..."
Nate nodded. "I know. I slipped up. I'm sorry. I'll make it up to you."
Eliot sized him up, holding his gaze. His eyes were clear, his face open, hopeful. Eliot nodded slowly. "We alone?"
Nate glanced at the door. "Yeah, they're gone."
"Maybe you can start with that cock sucking...then we'll talk."
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Eliot didn't answer, but he didn't leave the room either. He sat and stared at the bottle on the desk.
Nate closed the door, sighing heavily. "Would it help if I said I was sorry?"
"Only if you meant it." Eliot growled.
Nate came to sit between Eliot and the bottle, leaning on the desk. He was barefoot. Eliot looked up, realizing he was freshly showered too. Looking better than he had the last few days. Nate lifted one foot and settled it on the chair between Eliot's thighs.
"Would it help if I offered to suck your cock?"
He wanted to hold on to being angry, because Nate could have gotten them all killed. Because Nate had told him he'd stop drinking. Because Nate had nearly outed them both to the whole world in his drunken stupor. But, his toes were playing along the seam of Eliot's jeans and his cock was waking up.
"No." Eliot stood abruptly, pushing the chair back and reaching around Nate for the bottle. "Toss this, and maybe."
He shoved the bottle at Nate, who caught his hand and lifted his eyes to meet Eliot's. "Open it."
"Nate--"
"Humor me."
Eliot sighed, but twisted the cap off the bottle. He sniffed, but there was no smell of alcohol. "It's fake." Nate took the bottle and set it on the desk. "I'm done."
"But this weekend..."
Nate nodded. "I know. I slipped up. I'm sorry. I'll make it up to you."
Eliot sized him up, holding his gaze. His eyes were clear, his face open, hopeful. Eliot nodded slowly. "We alone?"
Nate glanced at the door. "Yeah, they're gone."
"Maybe you can start with that cock sucking...then we'll talk."