Mark Me, Shawn Bailey [classic novels for teens .TXT] 📗

Eli heard him slam the front door and drive away. He sank to his knees and the tears he’d been holding back fell.

* * * *

Damn, damn, damn, Dimitri thought as he drove away. He shouldn’t have tried to force Eli into having sex with him. Now what am I going to do? He pulled over to the side of the road, took out his cell phone and dialed Eli’s number.

Eli answered after a few rings. “What do you want?” Dimitri could tell he’d been crying. It brought tears to his eyes too. “I’m sorry, Eli. I love you so much.” He struggled, but the tears continued to fall. “I just didn’t know what to do when your father came to see me. He made some valued points. I know I’m not worthy of you at the moment and I can’t afford to give you the type of life you’re accustomed to. So I thought it was best to just walk away before our relationship soured. I thought I could stay away and let you go on to be that world-class violinist, but when I saw you at the music festival with Randall I just lost it.” Eli continued to cry on the other side of the phone. “I knew you weren’t rich when we met, but that didn’t stop me from falling in love with you. And when my father told me about the check it nearly destroyed me inside. Why didn’t you fight for me?”

“I don’t know,” Dimitri whined. “I’m only twenty-six years old, and I’ve never had to make hard decisions. I don’t want your father’s money. I want to be able to take care of you. I have plans.” He wiped the tears from his eyes. “I’m not going to be a tattoo artist all my life.”

“You’re not?” Eli asked between sobs.

“No, I’m thinking about starting a band with Greer and Jose and performing in some of the local jazz clubs. And believe it or not, I am an artist and could probably make a decent living that way.”

“You’d do that for me?” Eli asked.

“I’d give you the world on a silver platter if I could,” Dimitri answered honestly. “Please don’t give up on me and please don’t screw Randall.”

Eli groaned. “He’s so cute.”

“Don’t,” Dimitri begged.

“Okay,” Eli agreed.

Dimitri gazed over at Eli hoping he spoke the truth. Eli was an alpha male and Randall had gotten under his skin. “Can I come back? I want to be with you.”

“Yes,” Eli answered. “I want to be with you too. I’ll be waiting.” He disconnected the call.

Dimitri turned his car around and headed back to Eli’s apartment.

Eli, true to his word, waited for him outside the apartment. He’d put on a robe and slippers and covered up his chest, much to Dimitri’s dismay.

“I’ve put on a pot of coffee,” Eli said. “And I’m fixing you breakfast.”

Dimitri followed him through the gate, and past the garden. They entered the apartment together. “Can I use your shower?” Dimitri asked once they had removed their shoes and stood in the foyer. “I think my clothes reek of beer.” It was four o’clock in the morning, and neither of them had gotten any sleep.

“Go right ahead,” Eli said. “You know where it is. Breakfast will be ready shortly. I’ll also put your clothes into the washer.” Dimitri smiled at him and walked toward the stairs. He’d make this right for both their sakes.

* * * *

Dimitri trembled at the sight of Eli on his back reacting to his mouth around the head of his cock. Eli had one hand thrown over his head and the other across his stomach. They hadn’t been together in over a month and after a rocky start earlier, Eli responded to him more powerfully than before.

“I’m not going to make it,” Eli cried. “My heart’s thumping wildly in my chest, and your mouth is so warm.” Dimitri smirked at his drama queen’s statement. He too had reached his limit and needed to feel Eli’s skin next to his. Eli had come for him already, and he’d just about had him fully aroused again, but if he didn’t stop sucking his cock, Eli would explode.

Dimitri moved in between Eli’s thighs. He wanted to take him face-to-face so he could look into those amazing hazel eyes and see them shimmer with passion when he took Eli over the edge. He guided himself inside of Eli’s little hole. It surrounded his dick with warmth. Dimitri nearly started crying again. Eli had cooked him a delicious breakfast, sobered him up with coffee and was now beneath him showing him his feelings through his actions.

“Make love to me Dimitri,” Eli said, rolling his hips in a circular motion.

“I’m trying to, but I don’t want to rush and hurt you.”

“I don’t care if it’s painful. I just need you deeper.” Dimitri groaned and buried his cock deep inside of Eli.

Eli gasped and shuddered. “Harder.”

Dimitri moaned. Eli would be the death of him. He pushed up on his hands, raised Eli’s butt, withdrew a little and then pushed in harder.

Eli’s eyes opened in surprise. He smiled and then he zoned out again. “That’s what I’m talking about.” His deep, sultry voice made Dimitri shiver with desire. He humped him forcefully and he sweated profusely for his effort.

Eli moved with him, adding to the passion and the heat of the moment. He gasped deeply and then shuddered. “Dimitri,” he said as he came. “I love you.”

“Oh shit,” Dimitri said as he lost himself to the ecstasy. He ejaculated deep inside of Eli’s tiny hole. “I love you, too.” He lay down atop Eli, exhausted and sweaty, while Eli recuperated, and rubbed his back tenderly.

“Move in with me,” Eli suddenly said.

The invitation stunned him. “What?” Dimitri rolled off Eli so they both could breathe.

“Move in with me. There’s plenty of room and I want to wake up in your arms every morning.”

“What about your father?”

Eli sighed. “I am legally an adult and I don’t