by Onley James
“Aww,” the two girls said in tandem before looking at each other and giggling.
“I think we should go,” Shep said. The booze had loosened Elijah’s tongue just a bit too much.
“Okay, Sam.” Elijah hopped from his barstool as Shep settled the tab, dropping some money on the table.
“Bye, girls,” Shep said.
Elijah wiggled his fingers at them in a sloppy attempt at a wave.
“Bye Sam. Bye Rabbit,” they said in chorus as the two stepped back out onto the street.
The air outside was brisk. There wasn’t a single cloud in the inky black sky. Just a smattering of stars and a moon bright enough to see by even without the lights that dotted the streets. “You ready to go home, rabbit?”
Elijah wrapped both arms around Shep’s left bicep, dropping his head to his shoulder. “Not yet. I need to sober up a little. I have plans for you tonight. Remember?”
Shep’s pulse quickened. He remembered. He dropped a kiss on the top of his head. “Then we’ll walk a little further.”
They wandered through a bookstore and a small gallery before Elijah stopped short outside of a storefront with a neon heart and crown. “Look, Sam. A tattoo place. Now you can get my name tattooed on your ass.”
Elijah giggled and started to walk again, but Shep stood frozen in place, staring at the sign. The thought of branding himself as Elijah’s sent a shock of adrenaline through his body. His cock hardened at the idea. Maybe Elijah hadn’t decided about Shep but he had most definitely decided about Elijah. “Come on,” Shep said, pulling the door open.
Elijah didn’t follow for a few minutes, just stood, mouth gaping. But Shep didn’t let that stop him. He spoke with the artist behind the counter who only grunted when Shep told him what he wanted to do and wrote out the phrase in plain block letters. “You want it just like this?” the guy asked, running a hand over his shaved head.
“Just like that.”
The bell jingled and Elijah joined him. “You don’t have to do this,” he said, catching his bottom lip between his teeth. “I was just kidding.”
Shep locked eyes with Elijah. “I know. I wasn’t.”
Elijah blushed, but smiled, dipping his head to press it against Shep’s jacket. They sat in the chairs just inside, Elijah holding Shep’s hand in a vise grip as he threw wary glances at the burly guy with his face tats and stretched lobes, hunched over a light box sketching Shep’s letters. When the man returned, Shep dropped a kiss on Elijah’s lips. The artist frowned at Elijah. “Hey, you look like that actor guy.”
“Yeah, I get that a lot,” Elijah mumbled.
“You stay here and sober up, rabbit. I have plans for you, too.”
The tattoo was rudimentary, and they were back out onto the street in thirty minutes with a more alert Elijah. Shep called the driver, and they wandered back towards the restaurant to wait for him. Elijah tugged Shep into an alcove between two store fronts, wrapping his arms around his neck and giving him a sloppy kiss. “Thank you,” he whispered against his lips, his voice less booze soaked but his eyes still glassy.
“For what, rabbit?”
“For giving me my first real date.”
It seemed impossible to imagine Elijah had never been on a date, but then, something occurred to Shep. “It was my first real date too.”
Elijah smiled, slipping cold hands under Shep’s t-shirt. “What does your tattoo say?”
Shep shrugged, wrapping his arms around Elijah, squeezing him tight. “It’s a surprise.”
Elijah giggled. “Did you really get it on your ass?”
Shep shrugged again, his voice giving away nothing. “It’s a surprise.”
“I cannot believe you did this.”
“I’d do anything for you, rabbit.”
“Anything?” Elijah asked, breathless.
Shep pressed him up against the building, dipping his head to capture Elijah’s mouth in a much dirtier kiss. “Things you couldn’t even imagine,” he promised.
“How do you want to do this?” Elijah asked.
They sat in the center of Elijah’s massive hotel bed, Elijah between Shep’s open thighs, back pressed to Shep’s chest, the laptop balanced on top of his bent knees so they could both see the screen. It seemed like a strange question, Elijah supposed. Was there any right way to watch porn with somebody? If so, he imagined half naked and pressed together was a good start.
Shep’s arms snaked around Elijah pulling him closer. “Just close your eyes and click,” he murmured, biting the back of Elijah’s neck until he squeaked.
Elijah almost didn’t want to choose. They’d both showered when they’d gotten back to the hotel, separately, at Shep’s request. He seemed determined to keep his new tattoo a surprise. Elijah was looking forward to finding it, but Shep’s skin was warm and he smelled so good that Elijah wanted to just close the laptop and figure it out the old-fashioned way.
Shep shifted behind him. Elijah sucked in a breath as he rumbled against his earlobe. “I can hear you thinking.” Elijah shivered, Shep’s voice strumming a chord deep inside him. “This was your idea. You wanted us to figure out what we like. Push the button. I’m getting impatient.”
Elijah was too. He closed his eyes and randomly clicked on one of the thumbnail images. When he opened his eyes, his mouth dropped. “Oh. My. God. Is that…”
“Uh. Yeah.” Shep seemed more curious than concerned.
“A parking cone? That can’t be safe. That dude’s going to need surgery.” Elijah shook his head trying to click out of the video while not looking at the video. “Um… for the record, that’s a hard no.”
“Same,” Shep assured him.
“Is there a beginners section?” Elijah asked, only half joking.
Shep reached around Elijah, pressing an image that seemed less daunting. The two guys kissed… a lot. Elijah let out a shuddery breath, his hands sliding over Shep’s thighs. Watching two guys get naked and rub off on each other was hot but doing it while Shep trailed kisses along his shoulder, his fingers trailing along Elijah’s ribcage, took it to a whole other level. He tipped his head to look at Shep. “I like this one. I like kissing you. I could do it for hours.”
“I like kissing you too,” Shep assured him, tugging his head back to drop a kiss on his lips. When he pulled away, Elijah drew him back, kissing him deep, forgetting the two men on the screen until the noises changed from lips meeting and parting, to whispered curses and low moans. They both looked back at the screen. One man lay on his belly while the other had him spread open, his tongue lapping at the other’s hole. Elijah’s already hard cock started to tent his boxer briefs.
“You like that,” Shep murmured, his hand slipping inside Elijah’s underwear to stroke him. His hand swiped over Elijah’s leaking tip, using it to slick his palm, driving him mad with his slow, methodical pace. “You really like it.”
Elijah’s eyes rolled and he bit down on his lip, rubbing his ass against Shep’s thick cock. “You clearly like it too.”
“I like that you like it. You getting off is what gets me off.”
“Just watching me? Not touching me?” Elijah managed, canting his hips into Shep’s fist.
“I love touching you, but the first time I watched you on screen, found your sex scenes on PornHub, it was hearing you, seeing your face, even if it was just acting, I wanted it to be me touching you, making you moan,” Shep whispered as he worked Elijah faster.
Elijah frowned. Acting? Had… “Which movie?”
“The football one.”
“Oh.”
Shep’s hand slowed. “Yeah, the first night. You said you wouldn’t mind if I watched you, so I did.”
Elijah’s heart hammered in his chest. He had said that. Back when he was trying to run Shep off. It should be creepy. He should be freaked out, but it just turned him on more. He pushed his ass against Shep’s cock once more, rutting against him. “And… you liked it? It got you off?”
“You got me off.”
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br /> Elijah craned his head back to kiss him once more, his tongue dipping inside, before pulling away. “You get that we are really fucked up, right?”
Shep chuckled. “Does that concern you?”
"That it doesn’t concern me, should concern me,” Elijah said knowing he made no sense.
Shep’s hand halted, brows drawing together. “Do you want to end this?”
The words sent a shock through him like someone had replaced his blood with ice water. “What? God, no. Never,” Elijah swore. “Fuck it.” He started to close the laptop, tutorials be damned, but something snagged Shep’s attention and he gripped Elijah’s wrist, stilling him.
Elijah’s eyes went wide, returning to the screen. The one man had emptied himself inside the other and was fucking him with his fingers, pushing his cum back inside. Elijah could feel Shep tense beneath him. Elijah pulled his wrist free and closed the laptop, putting it aside before climbing into Shep’s lap to look him in the eye. “You like that?” Elijah whispered against his lips. “You want to breed me? Finger your load back inside me?”
Shep’s nostrils flared, pupils so blown his golden eyes were only a tiny ring of color. “Yes. But…”
“But what? I’m negative. They give me a physical for insurance before every film. You’ve never had sex with anybody right?” Something occurred to Elijah. “Though given your previous employment, I suppose it exposed you to other… things.”
Shep shook his head. “They tested me. I’m negative too. But, are you okay with… is that something you’d want to do?”
Elijah thought about it. He’d always figured someday he’d meet somebody who wanted to go past the occasional hand job and he’d have to face his past and that would require many therapy trips and somebody patient enough to understand he might never let somebody invade his body. He imagined it would be this huge hurdle he would have to clear. But Shep inside him, marking him, using him, being able to still feel him the next day… it didn’t scare him, it thrilled him.
“Yes. One hundred percent,” Elijah assured. “But, first. I will find that tattoo.”
He slid off Shep. “Underwear off. I want you naked.” Shep did as Elijah commanded, amused. Elijah let his eyes roam Shep’s form. He was perfection, from his beautiful face, to his sculpted abs, to his thick cock blushing at the tip. “God, you might be the hottest man alive. Turn over.”
Shep rolled, his arms curling under the pillow so he could rest his head. Elijah’s gaze snagged on the millions of freckles on Shep’s back and ass, leaning down to bite at his shoulder blade, before running his tongue along the knobs of his spine until he lingered over the generous swell of Shep’s ass. And there it was… the tattoo. Elijah sucked in a breath. It was rudimentary, just four words in red ink over his right cheek, written in Shep’s own no nonsense block letters.
THIS BODY IS YOURS.
That’s what Shep had said that day. Elijah could do anything he wanted to him and he’d be okay with it. That kind of blind devotion was heady, but it wasn’t one sided. They might be fucked up, but Elijah was certain he’d do anything for Shep. Literally anything.
His gaze stuck on the ink. It still looked raw, swollen at the edges, but Elijah couldn’t help but trace each letter with his finger. When he finished, he lay between Shep’s spread thighs, pressing a kiss to the letters, before cupping his ass spreading him open. Shep stiffened beneath him. “You okay?” Elijah asked.
Shep gave a jerky nod but seemed to have gone mute. Elijah leaned forward, flicking his tongue over Shep’s entrance. The older man shivered, his thighs tensing. Elijah did it again, slower this time, and Shep moaned. It was the only encouragement Elijah needed, settling in to give Shep’s hole his undivided attention. He bit and licked and sucked at Shep until he writhed beneath Elijah, canting his hips to get more.
Elijah gave him what he wanted, spearing his tongue against him even as he closed his hand around Shep's cock and jerked him slowly. Shep gripped the sheets, muttering “fuck,” under his breath again and again.
Elijah thought about stopping. He wanted Shep to fuck him. He wanted to feel his weight blanketing him, pressing him into the mattress, but he couldn’t tear himself away, he pressed his finger against the tight ring of muscle, sinking in to the first knuckle. Shep pressed back against his finger, pushing it deeper, enveloping Elijah in the tight heat of his body.
Shep fucked himself on Elijah tentatively, like he was gauging whether he liked the sensation. Elijah crooked his finger as Shep rocked back and he made a helpless sound that Elijah quickly fell in love with. He’d done that. He’d made Shep feel… good. “Is your body really mine?” Elijah asked breathless.
“Yes,” Shep managed.
“Can I fuck you?”
“Fuck, yes.”
Elijah watched his finger disappearing inside Shep’s body. “Can I come inside you?” he asked, the words turning him on almost as much as the act itself.
“You don’t have to ask. You never have to ask. I’m yours. I’ll never say no.”
Jesus. His heart fluttered at Shep’s words, spoken with a certainty Elijah didn’t even know was possible. He snagged the lube from the side table, slicking up two fingers before pushing back inside. It took a few passes before Elijah found that spot that had Shep making that high-pitched whine, but the sounds of Shep, who said he rarely felt anything, losing his cool at Elijah’s touch had him close to coming untouched. But he couldn’t, not yet. He wanted to fuck Shep, even if it was over in seconds. He needed to claim Shep as much as he needed Shep to claim him.
Elijah shoved his boxer briefs out of the way, slicking up his cock. He yanked Shep’s hips higher until he was on his knees, his ass in the air, his face still buried in the pillow. Fuck, he was stunning. Once more he traced the letters on Shep’s right cheek before lining his cock up with Shep’s entrance, pressing slowly forward, sucking in a breath as he breached the first tight ring of muscle. “Jesus. You’re so fucking tight,” he whispered, sliding out and rocking back in, making more progress with each small movement.
Shep grunted in discomfort, his body slick with sweat. Elijah set his palm against the small of his back. “Are you okay?”
“Fine. I’m good. Fuck, don’t stop.”
Elijah wasn’t sure he could stop even if he wanted to. Shep’s body seemed to pull him deeper with each thrust and Elijah could feel that that familiar heat at the base of his spine, the tingles of pleasure that told him he wouldn’t last long. Elijah tried to reach around Shep to touch him, but he couldn’t get the angle right. “Touch yourself. I want to feel you come.”
Shep took himself in hand, but not with any urgency. Lightning arced through Elijah’s blood as Shep panted, “I don’t want to come until you do. I want to come with your load inside me.”
“Fucking hell,” he muttered, his hips falling out of rhythm at Shep’s demand.
Elijah gripped his hips hard enough to leave bruises, driving himself into the tight heat of Shep’s body again and again, each thrust hurtling him closer to the edge. “Oh, fuck. God, you feel so fucking good. I’m going to come. I…” his words died as his orgasm slammed into him and he emptied himself inside Shep, thrusting through the aftershocks until his body protested.
Still breathing hard, Elijah pulled out. “Turn over.”
Shep did as commanded and Elijah captured Shep’s cock in his mouth, sucking him deep as he slipped his fingers between Shep’s cheeks, flushing at the feel of his cum leaking from Shep’s used hole. He pushed three fingers back inside him, fucking him roughly, curling to press just so on that spot from earlier. Shep’s hand twisted in Elijah’s hair, hips thrusting mindlessly, forcing his cock deeper into Elijah’s throat. It was almost too much, but Elijah didn’t care. He’d give Shep anything, he’d sacrifice anything, even if it was letting Shep fuck his throat until he couldn’t speak.
Shep was breathing heavy, his balls drawn up tight against his body, he was close, Elijah could feel it. He twisted his fingers with
in him, sucking hard as he massaged that spot inside him with intention.
“Rabbit. Oh, fuck, Rabbit. Yeah. Oh, yeah. Oh, fuck.”
Shep’s bitter seed flooded Elijah’s mouth, his body convulsing around his fingers. Elijah’s cock twitched, too defeated to rally. He swallowed and pulled off with a pop. He removed his fingers from Shep’s body, wiping them on the sheets, before moving to collapse on top of him in a heap, his underwear still tangled around his thighs.
“Was that okay?” he whispered, wondering if he’d hurt Shep.
Shep looked at him and grinned, this genuine beautiful grin that sent Elijah’s heart catapulting into the stratosphere. “It was perfect. You were perfect.”
“Even if I did only last like five minutes?” Elijah asked.
“I think it was at least seven or eight. But, yes. Even if. Did you enjoy it?”
Elijah laughed, not because the question was funny, but because he felt this strange euphoric sensation in his chest, like he was high on the world’s purest drug. “Yes, totally.”
They lay there like that, sticky and gross and covered in sweat and cum for far too long, but Elijah didn’t want to break the spell. Shep’s heart pounded beneath his ear, and his fingertips trailed patterns along his back, and it was all too perfect. He just wasn’t ready yet. But he had something he needed to say. “Sam?”
“Yeah?” Shep asked, voice husky like he’d dozed off.
“Next time you do me, okay?”
There was a slight hesitation before Shep said, “Whatever you want, rabbit. You know that.”
Whatever Elijah wanted. He wanted everything. He wanted his career and Shep and a life without hiding who he was—who he really was—from the entire world. Could somebody like him have that? He risked another glance at Shep. Elijah had resigned himself to a life of lies, a life of good enough, but maybe not. Maybe people like him could have happy endings, even if they didn’t look like everybody else’s.
The first phone call came in at five in the morning when Shep and Elijah were in the shower. A series of text messages followed. Shep stood naked and dripping on the hardwood floor beside the bed, his phone in his hand as he watched each one appear, his phone beeping in rapid succession.