Trapped in Your Storm

by Darien Cox

  “Yeah, whenever you’re ready,” Wiley’s voice on the recording said.

  “Okay.” He faced the camera again, blue eyes wide and luminous. “My name is Tullis. I am about to be release from Ogden prison—”

  “No!” Ogden’s voice said from somewhere off screen. “Don’t say prison. Just say you’re being released.”

  “Okay, fuck.”

  Christian snickered.

  “My name is Tullis and I to be release today to go back to my people. I make deal with Ogden and Whites and be happy with. Do I do apology now?”

  “Sure,” Wiley’s voice said. “Go ahead.”

  “I apologize to anyone I may have hit or hurt or…paralyze…or whatever I do. And before go to give message to…” He glanced to his left. “I do it now?”

  “Yes. Now. Go ahead.”

  Tullis rolled his eyes. “I give message to Elliot. And…Nolan. To say good luck and I hope you marriage is out of this world.” He glanced to his left. “Can I go now?”

  Nolan howled with laughter. “Ogden. You are completely fucked in the head.”

  “Wait, wait,” Wiley said. “Keep watching.”

  Onscreen, Tullis scowled as Ogden’s voice murmured in the background. “What?”

  “The other part,” Ogden’s voice said. “Do the last part.”

  “I not saying that. Is stupid.”

  “Do it,” Ogden said.

  “I not saying that! Is stupid!”

  “You want to go back to your girlfriend?” Wiley’s voice said. “Say it. And do the arm thing.”

  Tullis sighed and rolled his eyes. “I hope Nolan and Elliot be happy…” He faced the screen and raised his fist up. “To infinity and beyond.”

  The recording ended there, replaced by the sounds of laughter in the loft, particularly from Wiley, who held his gut, wiping tears from his eyes.

  Elliot got up and walked over to Ogden, giving him a hug. “Aw, Ogden. Thank you for exploiting a deranged, desperate extraterrestrial for my wedding gift.”

  “My pleasure.” Ogden patted his back.

  “Ogden seriously,” Nolan said as he strolled over. “You are fucked up.”

  “Thank you Nolan. Happy wedding day.” Ogden gave Nolan a hug.

  “I feel compelled to say,” Wiley said, “that Tullis is back with his people, who thanks to the Whites, now have a planet of their own.”

  “That’s good,” Rudy said. “They going to behave themselves?”

  “Oh, yes,” Ogden said. “I can’t speak to the agreement as it’s classified, but I assure you, there will be no more angry nastiness from them. Least in terms of bothering other people. They can be as nasty as they want to each other.”

  They stayed at the loft for another hour, then Nolan pulled Elliot aside. “I’m tired. Can we go now?”

  “Yeah, of course. Let’s get out of here.”

  Nolan hadn’t wanted any fanfare tonight in terms of farewells. They’d be leaving in a couple days to spend two weeks in London, but as far as their wedding night, Nolan had said “All I want after the wedding is my man, my truck, and my own bed.”

  But as Nolan was driving them home, he took a wrong turn. Elliot turned from the passenger side and smirked at him. “Where the hell are we going? You book a hotel or something and not tell me?”

  Nolan smiled, his arm resting on the steering wheel. “Or something.”

  When they turned down the dark road that led to the Arctic Angel Brewery, Elliot laughed. “You arranged for us to stay at Quint’s awesome mountain house tonight, didn’t you?”

  “Nope.”

  “Then where are we going?”

  “You’ll see.”

  Elliot rested his head back against the seat, smiling. He was over getting freaked out by Nolan making decisions for him sometimes. No longer worried about giving up control on occasion. He trusted Nolan completely, because all Nolan wanted was to make Elliot happy. In hindsight, that had always been the way. More so the past year, but Nolan had always watched out for Elliot, even before they crossed the friendship line.

  But when Nolan did pull up in front of Quint’s gorgeous house, Elliot was confused. “What?” Elliot chuckled. “You just said we weren’t spending the night at Quint’s place.”

  “Okay here’s the thing.” Nolan shut the engine off and faced Elliot. “You know I said I wanted to buy you a mountain home like this. I really did want to. But I didn’t get the chance. Because Ogden bought this place for us.”

  “Shut up. He did not.”

  Nolan’s brows rose. “Elliot, I’m serious. I’m as shocked as you right now. He just gave me the key tonight. Said ‘You didn’t really think that stupid recording was your wedding gift, did you?’ Ogden bought it from Quint. He’s been planning this for a while. Quint’s shit is already moved out and Ogden’s had it furnished and decorated for us.”

  Elliot glanced up at the house. “You’re telling me this is our house?”

  “This is our house.”

  “If you’re fucking with me, Nolan, I’m gonna be pissed. I love this house.”

  “Good. Because it’s yours. It’s ours.”

  “I need to see for myself.” Elliot got out of the truck.

  Nolan followed him up to the door. He held the key up. “See? Little silk ribbon on the keychain? Ogden.” Nolan slid the key in and the door opened. He flicked on the kitchen light.

  Elliot moved into the big front room with all the glass and the amazing view of the village. The furniture had changed. Everything had changed. Tastefully decorated, a giant basket of red roses on a tall cocktail table with champagne chilling in a bucket. “Holy shit.” Elliot turned to Nolan, grinning. “This is our house!”

  Nolan took three big strides and lifted Elliot off the floor, hugging him. “You want to see the rest of it?”

  “No.” Elliot tugged Nolan’s fancy black jacket off his shoulders and pushed him against the wall, capturing his lips.

  Nolan tasted like heaven, the scent of him, the warmth. Elliot needed him like nothing else. Being with Nolan satisfied him in a way even this palatial mountain home could not. He filled in all his missing pieces and made him whole. And horny as hell. Every swipe of Nolan’s tongue in his mouth melted Elliot still.

  “You don’t want to see the new furniture?” Nolan whispered between kisses.

  “No. Just want you.”

  Elliot kissed Nolan feverishly, undressing him as he kept him pressed against the wall, devouring his mouth. Nolan was visibly turned on, thrusting his cock against Elliot, breathing heavily. “I like when you get like this,” Nolan breathed against his lips as Elliot tugged his pants down. “Like you just can’t wait.”

  “Waited long enough,” Elliot said. “I want to make love to my husband.”

  “Oh shit. I am your husband.”

  Elliot laughed, tugging Nolan toward a plush couch by the windows. “Then it’s your lucky night.”

  They made love slowly but passionately on the couch with the twinkling lights of the village glittering through the dark windows, and for the first time, they were actually able to make it last. Nolan glided slowly in and out of Elliot’s body as he lay on top of him. Then Elliot shifted them over and rode Nolan’s hips, exploring his mouth with his tongue. It went on longer than it ever had, perhaps because they knew they had the time. All the time. All their lives.

  When they finally climaxed, it was hot and deep and powerful, leaving them both breathless. Still straddling Nolan’s hips, Elliot wrapped his arms around his back as he came down from the orgasm. Nolan rocked Elliot on his lap, hugging him. He eased back and held Elliot’s face in his hands. “Hey. Know what?”

  “What?”

  Nolan kissed him softly then looked in his eyes. “We’re still us.”

  Elliot smiled, threading his fingers through Nolan’s hair, come untied during their frantic tearing at each other. “We’re still us, Nolan,” he said. “Always.”

  THE END

 
 

  Darien Cox, Trapped in Your Storm