Chapter 12: Everything

"Everything," Eli said. "Starting now."

Declan shut his eyes.

His throat worked.

Then, very slowly, he opened his mind.

"Kiss me. Kiss me. Kiss me. Kiss me."

It came through Eli's palm and up his arm and into his skull.

It was ten times louder than before, clean and raw, with no song over it.

Eli took Declan's face in both hands and kissed him.

Declan made a sound Eli felt in his stomach, and his arms locked around Eli's back.

"There. There. Oh, God, I'm doing it. I'm letting him hear it."

"I want your mouth. I want your hands. I want to be wrecked on this table and not care who sees."

"Say it out loud," Eli whispered against his lips.

"I want to be wrecked on this table."

"Louder."

"I want you to wreck me on this table, Eli."

Eli walked him backward into the maple until Declan's hips hit the edge.

Little white buildings skittered away from them, and a model bus shelter fell off the end and cracked on the floor.

Declan didn't even look.

Eli tore Declan's jacket off his shoulders and went at his shirt buttons.

For once Declan didn't stop him.

He stood there letting Eli strip him, and his mind ran wild in Eli's head.

"Faster. Take it. Take everything. I have wanted these hands on me since the winter of our junior year."

"Since when?" Eli said.

"The studio. The long table. You fell asleep on your model with a pencil in your mouth."

"And?"

"I took it out. I was twenty-one. I kept it."

Eli stopped with a button between his fingers.

"You kept my pencil."

"It's in a drawer. It's a very good pencil."

Eli laughed into Declan's throat and kissed it.

Declan's shirt came open, and his chest rose pale and fast under Eli's hands, and Eli bent and put his mouth on Declan's nipple.

Declan swore, a thing Eli had never heard from him, a short ugly word that made his whole body jerk.

"Yes. Do that. Do the other. I'm going to say terrible things."

"Say them."

"I want you to bite me. I want to feel it for a week."

"I want to sit in the Wednesday meeting with Godfrey and feel it every time I move."

Eli bit the soft place just under Declan's collarbone, hard enough to leave a mark.

Declan groaned and tipped his head back and gripped the edge of the table behind him.

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