pages. Or maybe I'm just one of those guys who likes the feeling of a beat-up book that smells like Mountain Dew and Cheeto dust."
I snorted at that but couldn't resist the urge to lift one of the books and sniff it. It didn't smell like either of those things, which was probably for the best.
"I figured the kitchen table would be the best place for this," I said, gesturing.
He set his own books down atop it and nodded. "We'll need some space, yeah. If you want to order the pizza, things will probably get pretty intense here."
I stared at him, wondering if he was intentionally saying things that could be taken another way. I definitely wouldn't mind things getting "intense." As much as I wanted the help, seeing him again and catching the scent of his citrus soap made me remember just how long that smell had clung to me after our night together. It was bad enough that I half-expected to pop a boner every time I caught the scent of lemons or oranges in the produce section.
Elliot was oblivious to any double entendre, a fact that had its own merits. This was who he was: the nerdy guy currently organizing Dungeons & Dragons books by some arbitrary system I couldn't begin to understand.
We ordered from a supreme pizza from Five Star. It was far from the best pie in town, but it was the cheapest, and we both had a certain nostalgia for it. We spent a good ten minutes reminiscing about dorm life, living on shitty pizza, shitty beer, and the occasional splurge for something in the rec center.
It was how I found out Elliot actually was a teacher, though not math like I'd assumed. He taught English at the high school level and spoke passionately about how the 10th grade writing aptitude test made students absolutely hate writing of any kind.
I found myself enraptured by him. He talked with his hands, transforming from this somewhat reserved, shy man to a force that could rival any hurricane. His students must have seen this kind of passion on a daily basis, and I couldn't help thinking again that if I'd had a teacher like him, I might have paid a little more attention in high school.
Though for a different reason this time.
Of course, the less-than-pure thoughts didn't exactly leave. Seeing that fire in his eyes made me remember the way they'd darkened with desire. He might have been acting in some ways, but that passion was in there somewhere, and I couldn't help wanting to bring it out.
"You're sexy when you're ranting about the sorry state of public education," I said.
I played it off like I was half-joking, but it was the truth.
"Oh, yeah," he said, rolling his eyes. "That's the whole source of my sex appeal. Stick around and you might even hear me rant about standardized testing in general. Then things will really heat up."
Rather than tell him I'd be more than okay with that, I leaned forward and claimed his mouth with mine. He let out a muffled sound of surprise but quickly relaxed into it, setting down the slice of pizza he'd been about to eat.
Reaching down, I gripped the edges of his chair and tugged him toward me, then thoroughly started to explore his mouth. He tasted of green peppers, olives, and oregano, and I knew I must, too. There was something beyond that, though, as my tongue swept into his mouth, stroking his. Something that was unique to him and sharply reminded me of the night we'd spent together.
That alone was enough to kick my libido into overdrive. Before long I had his shirt open and I was pushing it off his shoulders, ducking my head down so I could suck at his collarbone and lave my tongue over the flats of his nipples. He made a keening, whimpering sound in the back of his throat which only spurred me on further.
Just like that day at Horizon, things were quickly spiraling past the point of my control. Unlike then, there was no one here to tell us what we should or shouldn't be doing.
My hand moved down to his crotch, palm rubbing over the bulge that had formed there as quickly as my own. I tugged at the buttons of his pants, yanked down the zipper, then reached in to wrap my hand around that beautiful dick.
He let out a needy moan against my mouth and I groaned in response. He