At Year's End (The 12 Olympians) Read Free Page B

was waggling his eyebrows and Dasan was grinning like a maniac. He narrowed his eyes at them.
    “Where’s your jacket?”
    Elijah snapped his attention back to Jaxon. Caden had bought him a very warm down jacket a few months back, but it had mysteriously disappeared from his locker. He was sure the football players had broken into his locker.
    “Um, I don’t know.”
    “What do you mean you don’t know?” Jaxon removed his jacket and took Elijah’s backpack. “Here, wear this. It’s cold out.”
    “Won’t you be cold, though?” Elijah’s eyes drifted to the muscle T-shirt Jaxon wore. His bare arms were covered in tattoos.
    “Nope,” Jaxon smiled straddling his bike. “I’m hot-blooded.”
    Jaxon handed him a helmet and Elijah slipped it on. Pulling his backpack over his shoulders, he straddled Jaxon’s hips with his thighs and wrapped his arms around him. He’d been on the back of Jaxon’s bike before, but this time was different. Jaxon’s back warmed his chest and the distinctive smell of aftershave or cologne rose off Jaxon’s skin. Damn but he smelled delicious.
    “Hang on ,” Jaxon called over his shoulder.
    Elijah closed his eyes as the bike moved forward. Jaxon’s body pressed to his was doing things to his lower extremities. He hoped Jaxon couldn’t feel his hardened dick on his back. As often as he tried to stop thinking about Jaxon, it never worked. The minute the man was anywhere near him, he’d lose any ounce of self-control he had. And right now, on the back of Jaxon’s bike with his arms wrapped around the man of his dreams, he was losing control.
    His fingers heated as his body began a familiar tingling. Oh God, no. Not here. Not now. Elijah squeezed his eyes shut and tried to gain control over his overactive libido.
    “Everything okay?” Jaxon shouted over the sound of his Harley.
    “Yeah, sure!” Elijah took deep breaths . I hope.
     
    The mall came into view a few minutes later and Elijah exhaled in relief. Jaxon pulled into a space and cut the engine. Elijah slipped off the back of the bike and tried to wrap Jaxon’s oversized jacket around himself to hide his arousal. Jaxon didn’t seem to notice and Elijah walked quickly toward the entrance. Jaxon fell into step with him and Elijah tried to keep his eyes straight ahead.
    “Are you okay?” Jaxon asked.
    “Huh? Oh, yeah. Just thinking.”
    “Want to tell me what you’re thinking?” Jaxon elbowed Elijah playfully.
    “Um, sure. Let’s get the shopping done first.”
    “Okay, are you hungry? We can get some food , too.”
    “Sure.”
    They entered the mall and Elijah followed Jaxon. They passed a few stores that Elijah could only imagine shopping in and then Jaxon pulled him into one. Elijah stood in the middle of the store, inhaling the scent of leather. He’d always wanted a leather jacket, but could never afford it. As it was, he barely got new clothes. Apparently, his adoptive parents felt he could do with what he had. Most of his clothing came from the Goodwill. He didn’t mind it; a lot of the stuff was actually cool. He’d never been one to wear labels anyway.
    Elijah caught his reflection in one of the mirrors and his eyes widened in horror. His hair was askew, sticking up all over. He ran his hands through it, trying to calm it.
    “It looks good like that.”
    Elijah turned to see Jaxon smiling at him.
    “Oh really?”
    “Yep.” Jaxon nodded, running his fingers through Elijah’s hair.
    Elijah almost closed his eyes. God, but Jaxon’s hands on him anywhere felt good. He cleared his throat and stepped back a bit. “So, um, jackets?”
    “Right over there, along that wall,” Jaxon pointed.
    Elijah moved forward, eyeing all the leather jackets. He ran his hands over the soft ness of the suede ones. He noticed a black leather jacket hanging off by itself. He grabbed it, slipped off Jaxon’s and slipped it on. It fit him like a glove and the smell was intoxicating. Who knew leather could smell so