“Uh-uh. I want to hear every sound, baby,” Chase panted in his ear. “And you’re gonna moan like my good little slut, right?”
“I—” Elijah’s entire body shuddered as Chase pumped faster. “I . . .”
“Say it.”
“I’m gonna moan like a slut,” Elijah gasped. “For you.”
“That’s fucking right.” Chase jerked Elijah’s face sideways and crushed their lips together in a sloppy, hungry kiss. He ripped away only after it became necessary to suck in a deep breath. “I’m gonna fuck you raw.”
“Good,” Elijah guttered out. He sucked in another breath, then twisted his face to meet Chase’s eyes. “It’s not like I’ve been with anyone but you for over a year.”
Chase’s brows snapped together, and several questions formed in his mind. I thought you were fucking Holden? I thought you’d fucked around with Theo? I thought I was just there to use when you were bored . . .
“Stupid,” Elijah whispered. “You’re so stupid, Chase.”
Chase’s hand stilled. “What?”
“I can hear you. When you’re emotional, and we’re this close, I can always hear you. Like you’re talking to me, in my head, without realizing it. And . . .” Elijah pushed Chase’s hand away from his dick just enough to shift around so he was kneeling on the edge of the bed facing Chase. “And I fucking heard you when you visited me while I was in the silo.”
Chase lost a breath, his heart coming to an abrupt halt before slamming against his rib cage. “I don’t know what . . .”
Elijah shushed him with a brief kiss. “I heard what you said to me. And that’s the only thing that kept me sane.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Chase said roughly. “And you shouldn’t be talking about it at all.”
“Fine. We can play it that way, but I want you to know.” Elijah kissed him again, harder this time. “That I know.”
Goddamn it. Whether Chase was stupid or not when it came to Elijah, there was no denying he was soft. Sloppy. He consistently let down his shields for this dark-eyed beauty with the tempting mouth and gorgeous ass. And it was time to put a stop to that.
“Shut your mouth and get on your back,” he rasped.
Elijah dimpled at him and eased himself backward, never breaking eye contact. “Whatever you say, Mr. Payne.”
Chase grabbed Elijah’s sweatpants and jerked them off, discarding them on the floor. “I say finger that hole and get it ready because I have no lube, but I’m still fucking you.”
Elijah braced the heels of his feet on the edge of the mattress and pulled one of his knees back. With his ass spread and hole exposed, he sucked on the digits of his free hand before reaching down to press them into his ass.
Chase’s body grew hotter, and his balls drew up tighter as he shed his clothes while watching Elijah finger himself into a trembling mess of curled toes and pre-come glistening at the head of his dick. He was flushed, sweating, and he looked like a fucking god. A god that Chase wanted to imprint with his touch.
He spat into his hand and smoothed it over his dick. “Pull both your knees back.”
Elijah complied, hamstrings flexing as he held his knees against his chest. “Go slow,” he whispered.
“I’ll do what I want.” Chase circled Elijah’s hole with the tip of his dick, resisting the urge to force his way in past that tight ring of muscle. “And you’ll let me, won’t you?”
“Yes. Because I know you’d never hurt me.”
Fuck.
Fuck.
God fucking damn it, Chase loved him so much.
Elijah tilted his head back again, but it did nothing to cover his tiny smile, making it clear he’d heard that too.
Cursing himself, Chase pressed inward against Elijah’s tense body. It took two more applications of saliva and pre-come, and Elijah slowly stroking his dick, for his body to relax enough to accept Chase’s intrusion. Once Chase was fully seated, and Elijah stopped gasping for breath and digging his fingers into his thighs, all it took was one squeeze to prompt Chase into motion.
He slid in and out of Elijah with increasing speed and pressure until Elijah was releasing loud rhythmic cries. When Elijah’s body began to tremble again, his breath coming out in sharp huffs, Chase shoved him farther back on the bed and crouched before him. He held Elijah’s thighs open, gripping the underside of his knees, and fucked him deep enough for pre-come to continuously swell at Elijah’s tip.
The slapping sound of his body pounding against Elijah’s filled the room to combine with both of their increasing grunts, but it didn’t drown out a ping to Chase’s mental shield. First one, then two—his gift warning him of two people approaching his door.
Fucking faggots. Disgusting that he—
Why is this my job? Total bullshit . . .
Frick and Frack.
Chase smirked and picked up the rhythm, not devastating Elijah’s ass the way he would have if they’d had lube, but working his spot until Elijah was beside himself. Impaling himself on Chase’s dick and chanting a steady stream of “right there, fuck me there” that grew louder. It peaked as soon as the door opened.
“Please fuck me,” he wailed. “Chase, please make me come.”
Holy shit.
What the fuck—
His dick is . . .
He’s begging to be . . .
The crowd of voices filled Chase’s head as the twins looked on. He blocked them out but gave them a good show, grabbing a fistful of Elijah’s hair and leering down at his slit, dilated eyes. They flicked to the side just quickly enough for Chase to know Elijah was aware of their audience.
“Say it again,” he growled.
“I love you,” Elijah moaned. “I—” His body locked up, and he wrapped a hand around his shaft. “I’ll never leave . . . you.”
An urgent cry of devotion about the Community would have been better for this dick-you-out-till-you’re-loyal game, but this sounded better.
To draw it out, and make Frick and Frack suffer, Chase pulled out just to tap his dick against Elijah’s hole. It clenched up, wanting to suck Chase back in, which made him moan.
“Please don’t stop,” Elijah panted. “I need it.”
“Tell me what you need.”
“Your dick. Fucking me. Making me yours. Please.”
Voices filled Chase’s head. First Kyra then Will.
Why is this my job?
Begging to be fucked. Filthy whore. God, I’d use him so good . . .
Chase slid back into Elijah and ruthlessly pounded him. Lost himself in it and the sound of Elijah’s loud wails, his begging. Will really liked the begging.
“Right there,” Elijah shouted again. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me—”
Elijah pumped himself once and caused an eruption of pearly fluid all over his stomach. The clench around Chase’s dick briefly elevated him from his conscious mind to the blank space of utter bliss. He pulled out of Elijah just in time to add his semen to the growing wet spot on Elijah’s flat stomach.
Would lick it up . . .
Will was a freak. But even so, he said with disgust heavy in his tone: “You done?”
Chase exhaled and inhaled sharply, still looking down at Elijah.
Put on a show, baby. Gotta make it real. They know where Nate and Holden are.
For just a second, Elijah’s eyes took on a brief glow. It was a blink-and-you-miss-it type of sheen, but Chase saw it.
“You didn’t like watching?” Chase asked, voice in his typical slow drawl of sarcasm. “You sure as fuck stood there long enough to watch us both nut.”
Behind him there was the sound of someone starting forward but abruptly stopping with a slight shuffle of feet. Smirking, Chase untangled himself from Elijah and turned around while pulling up his jeans. He didn’t miss the way Kyra’s gaze briefly dipped to his softening cock before flicking over to Elijah’s thoroughly debauched form. At least someone could appreciate the sight of naked bodies and good fucking.
Will, on the other hand, was still looking at Chase like he wanted to break his neck. He’d flushed all the way down the high neck of his biker leathers. His nostrils flared when Chase finished fixing his jeans and patted Elijah’s knee.
“Get cleaned up.”
Elijah obediently rose, completely naked and still streaked with dampness, and smiled at them. “Hey, guys. Didn’t know we were gonna have—”
Fucking slut. Could fuck him so much better. Make him take my dick. Come in his ass. Keep him in my room. Tie him up and force—
Chase’s brows flew up before he could stop himself. He had to clench his hands into fists to stop himself from killing Will. Especially because he could see what the freak was thinking. See what he wanted to do to Elijah. It was a nightmare.
Their eyes met, and Will went rigid. “Cover yourself, for fuck’s sake,” Will growled at Elijah.
Elijah laughed, ducking his head in faux bashfulness even as he stood there with his goods out for everyone to see. “Sorry. I wasn’t thinking about—”
“Just put your clothes on,” Will shouted.
Chase tensed, thinking this would be the moment when Elijah slipped and told Will to go fuck himself with a chainsaw, but it didn’t happen. Elijah just shrugged, grabbed his clothing, and used his underwear to mop up the semen splattered on his stomach and chest.
Chase couldn’t help but notice the way Will watched as Elijah shimmied back into those now-torn white pants. Fucking punk. He was going to find himself on the wrong side of Chase’s fist before this all was said and done.
“Did you come in here to say something or just to look at E’s dick?”
Will reddened again. Kyra sneered.
“Richard told us to meet with you,” she said with an air of the supremely uninterested. “To discuss the search.”
A vision hit like a lightning bolt, nearly splitting his head open with the intensity of its arrival. Him in one van, and Elijah in another.
He saw Kyra watching him in the back seat of a large SUV. And he felt his own urgency. Dread. He saw them turning off the Taconic to a heavily wooded road.
He saw himself stepping outside of the van . . . then nothing else. A void where there should have been the rest of the vision.
Chase blinked out of the vision as if he hadn’t just watched his last living moment, and forced a mocking smile at the twins.
“Well, then let’s get to it.”
After washing up, Elijah sat on the bed, legs folded under him, and let a vacant expression cross his face as Chase stood nearby and stroked his hair. It was very much like a pet and his owner, something that both amused the hell out of Chase and unnerved him. But he kept sliding his fingers through Elijah’s hair and smirking as Will and Kyra started their spiel.
“They’re still in Poughkeepsie,” Kyra said. “But we won’t know exactly where until we get on the road.”
“How do you know they’re still there? That information could be a few weeks old,” Chase said. “If I was them, I’d have taken off.”
“So would I.” Kyra hesitated, and it was clear right then that she didn’t trust Chase if she was this slow to show her hand. Her fingers curled and uncurled, maybe a nervous tic or maybe a sign of her tension, before she went on. “But there is a strong node of psys in that area, and it’s worth assuming it might be them.”
Chase wanted to dismiss it as wishful thinking, but her defiant chin lift and Will’s unblinking stare told him otherwise. This wasn’t guesswork. They really had a lead. And Nate, Holden, and whoever the hell else really had stuck around long enough to tip someone off.
“Okay, so we’ll go poke around,” he said, trying to sound bored. “And then what? Fan out and ask random people about this node of psychics?”
“You don’t need to know the plan until we’re on the move,” Will said. “You’re only coming because—”
“I’m coming because I’m leading the search, wise guy,” Chase cut in. “Now stop trying to be big dog in charge. Beck pulled that same shit on me.”
“Never compare either of us to Beck,” Kyra said coldly.
“Ohhh, did I hit a sore point?”
“Beck is pathetic,” Will piped up, sounding more like a bully with exactly three thoughts in his brain with every word he spoke. “She was desperate to matter. To be part of all this. To be—”
“You?” Elijah asked, cocking his head.
Will’s gaze cut back to him, and his entire body tensed as though he was bracing for the sight of Elijah’s still mostly naked body. If there was ever a queer who hated himself more than the male part of the terror twins, Chase hadn’t seen them.
“You think you’re being smart?” Will asked, nostrils flaring as he glared at Elijah. “Or sarcastic?”
“Um, no . . .” Elijah blinked, looking innocent as you please while well fucked and still damp with sweat. “But you seem really important to the Community and the village.”
Will’s nostrils flared again, but this time the darkening of his gaze had nothing to do with danger. Chase heard a fraction of Will’s initial thoughts before slamming his shield down to keep the words out of his own head. There was only so much he could take before he lost his cool and made it apparent that the awesome morning nurse wasn’t giving him the right meds. And then they were all screwed.
“She wasn’t what the Community needed,” Will said finally, coldly. “And the only reason Richard put her at Evo was because of their . . . relationship. Which should never have any bearing on a Community decision.”
Kyra nodded her agreement. “She was a tool, and she should have remained one. Pushing people ahead because of personal connections won’t ever lead anywhere good. You should know that.”
If Chase had had a doubt that these two didn’t approve of his newfound role as Richard’s up-and-coming right hand, it would have been out the window now. What he didn’t know was whether the distrust was borne of genuine suspicion that he was doing them and his father dirty, or whether it was simply jealousy. After all, they’d been raised to be enforcers on the Farm—in charge of keeping the peons in line. They probably thought they were destined to be Richard’s pair of right hands. Two had to be more useful than one, right?
He’d escaped, disobeyed, tossed the rule book out the window, had been reduced to a science project, and yet . . . here he was. All because Big Daddy Payne believed in dynasty rather than democracy. In Richard’s eyes, if anyone ran the Comm, it would be family. Even a fuckup who was half out of his mind like Chase.
He stopped responding and let the twin terrors drone on about how important it was to remain discreet while they were off the Farm. It was the most boring amp-up speech he’d ever heard, and his only takeaway was that they didn’t leave the property much if at all. They acted like the void world was full of traps and spies waiting to stumble upon a psychic and drag them in front of an anti-psy tribunal.
Chase said nothing, or he said something irrelevant. After ten minutes, Will and Kyra left rather than continue trying to communicate with someone dead set on trolling them. Once they vacated the room, he looked at Elijah.
“They’re gonna kill me once we leave here.”
Elijah wrinkled his nose. “Those idiots?”
His voice was three times louder than Chase’s, and yet another reminder that having Elijah for a partner in a plot to escape the Community and the Farm was complicated. Not only was he a constant source of distraction and temptation, hardheaded, and mouthy to a fault, but he was loud as hell.
Chase grabbed him and dragged him to the corner of the room as if that would save them from being overheard if they had a fucking remote viewer on the Farm. And given the experiments and the crossbreeding—anything was possible.
Can you respond to me like this?
Elijah’s eyes went round. . . . Yes?
Good. Can you think back at me or whatever while keeping up your shield?
For a moment, Elijah was blank, seemingly testing his ability t
o maintain his psychic protection. I think so. I’ll test it now but, wait, how are you doing this? I thought they were pumping you full of psy-sups?
They were. But you’re not on them either. You’ve been having visions, right?
Elijah grabbed Chase’s arm, fingers digging in hard enough to leave Elijah-sized handprints in the form of bruises.
I thought they were just dreams, but they felt . . . different.
Because they’re visions. The nurse—Shelby—I think she’s one of Jessica Payne’s people. She’s been switching our meds. Vitamins or placebos instead of the suppressants.
“Holy shit,” Elijah breathed. “This is wild.”
Chase smacked his arm.
Stay quiet, dickhead. Now that I know the terror twins are out to get me, who knows if they’re listening in.
Elijah nodded, glancing over at the door again. He shifted closer to Chase, seeking comfort or protection, and sighed.
Do you really think they’ll be able to track Holden and Nate and the others in Poughkeepsie?
Don’t know, but I’m damn sure gonna try to throw them off before they blow my brains out.
The next morning started with the usual visit from Shelby. Chase watched her carefully as she took his vitals, trying to catch her eye. She didn’t take the bait. In fact, she was more curt than usual and rushed through the process.
He considered the tiny cup to see what she was giving him and raised an eyebrow. The large pill was the same one she’d been giving him since he’d realized she had switched out the psy-sup, but now even the smaller two pills, the sedatives, looked more like Ibuprofen.
Chase glanced up at her with the paper cup still in his hand.
“It’s gonna be a good day, Shelby.”
“If you take your meds, it will be so I can get the hell on with my job.”
He snorted and knocked back his Shelby Special, not taking his eyes off her as he swallowed dry. The woman did not even twitch. She looked at him with the same dislike she’d been regarding him with since the first day they’d met. It was enough to make him think this whole covert alliance was in his brain, and he was just awful at identifying pills, but . . . couldn’t be.
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