Elijah lifted the cup and took a sip, wincing just as he always did. “Mm.”
“Why did you do that?” Shep asked.
“Drink your coffee?”
“Wince when you drank my coffee?” The boy’s gaze skirted away, settling on the sugar bowl. “You don’t like black coffee,” Shep said, confusion settling in. “If you don’t like black coffee, why not just say so?”
He shrugged, his huge glacier-blue eyes holding him hostage. “I don’t like black coffee, but I like drinkingyourcoffee. I like that you want me to drink your coffee.”
It was an absurd statement, but his cock hardened so fast it made him lightheaded, which had never happened around another person before… not without help. That had to prove that Elijah was his. Just his. He was Elijah’s too. Shep could never say that out loud, but he could show Elijah, prove it to him.
After a few more sips of the coffee, Elijah walked to the pot, refilling the cup and setting it back where he found it. His fingertips trailed over Shep’s shoulders once again in a barely-there touch that didn’t help his current erection problem. Shep had never enjoyed touching, only toleratedhis family’s displays of affection, but touching Shep seemed to bring Elijah pleasure and Shep wanted Elijah to have everything he desired.
“I’m going to go back to sleep,” Elijah murmured, before lookingat Shep’s phone. “You’ll be watching?”
Shep made a point of adjusting the screen. “Yes. I’ll be watching.”
“Night, Sam.”
Shep smiled. “Night, rabbit.”
* * *
Shep was almost asleep when he heard it. A strange static sound that had him putting his feet to the floor and reaching for his weapon before he realized what it was… the intercom. There was a bit of rustling and then the distinct sound of breathing. Shep snatched his phone from the side table. The screen had gone dark. He quickly signed back on and brought up the feed for Elijah’s room, blinking at the sight before him.
Elijah lay on top of the covers, bathed in the golden glow of the lamp on his bedside table. He was naked, one long leg stretched out before him, the other bent and splayed wide, his arousal evident. Shep’s cock stirred not because of Elijah’s naked body but because the boy stared into the camera as he started touching himself.
He wanted Shep to see this. He leaned back against the pillows, bringing his phone to his chest, grateful the boy had turned on the light. Elijah let his eyes fall closed, his long nimble fingers running along his sides, his lips parting as he pinched his nipples, before letting his hands slide down once again to trace the deep grooves of his hips.
Shep could only lie there transfixed as Elijah explored his body, touching himself anywhere he could reach, anywhere except for his flushed cock, already leaking. “Please, Sam.”
Shep froze at the boy’s plea. The sound of that name—the name had chosen just for him—falling from Elijah’s lips set fire to Shep’s blood, his erection almost instantaneous. The boy was a fucking wizard, able to conjure up desire in him just by speaking his name. “Please what?” he whispered, taking himself in hand, knowing full well that Elijah couldn’t hear him with the intercom only working one way.
Elijah licked his palm before wrapping it around his cock, his hips canting off the bed. “Yes, that’s it. Oh, God. You feel so good.”
Shep jerked himself in time with Elijah as he watched him perform for him. Just for him. Is this what Elijah wanted. Sex? Shep had never really understood sex for the sake of sex but touching Elijah, tasting him, watching him fall apart beneath him… that thought had him working his hand faster. When he’d watched Elijah’s film that night, he’d wanted to know what it was like, how it would feel to pull those needy sounds from him. The same needy sounds Elijah was making right then, half-bitten moans and soft whimpers.
Elijah moaned long and low, his head tilted back, his lips parted. “Fuck, Sam. I’m so close.”
Arousal spiked along Shep’s spine, his balls drawing tight against his body. Shep was close too. So close. But he needed to see Elijah come, needed to see the pleasure on his perfect face. He was beautiful, his lithe body drawn taut as a bowstring, his toes curling as he cried out, his release spilling over his fist and coating his fingers.
Shep wanted to taste his come, wanted to mix it with his and smear it on the boy’s skin until their scents combined as if that would somehow let the world know Elijah was just his. Only his. Shep’s orgasm took him by surprise, pulling a shout from him as lights exploded behind his lids and his brain shut down.
When he could process information again, he looked at the screen to find Elijah gazing at the camera with a blissful, half-lidded expression that Shep wanted to stare at forever. Elijah gave the camera a little wave and rolled himself off the bed, disappearing into the bathroom.
Shep dropped the phone on the bed beside him but left the feed live. This hadn’t just been a show, it was a message. Elijah wanted more from Shep; he wanted sex. He wanted orgasms. Shep frowned at that thought. His experience was… limited.
Shep wanted to give Elijah whatever he wanted. If the boy wanted sex and orgasms, then Shep would give them to him… He just had to figure out how. He cleaned up the mess he’d made and then returned to bed, this time with his laptop. Heopened his browser and then stopped short… hands hovering over the keys. What was he supposed to search for? Howto have sex… well? Howto give a blowjob? Howto have anal sex? Shep frowned until his eyebrows hurt. Then a thought popped into his head.
PornHub.
Certainly, Shep would find the things he needed on a site where strangers had viewed Elijah’s fictional sex scenemillions of times. The answers must lie in there somewhere. He typed in the site and hit enter, blinking as thumbnail images blinked to life, all straight couples. That wouldn’t work. He clicked categories and found the one marked gay. It seemed a bold assumption to call Shep gay because he wanted to have sex with another man. He was certain he was Elijah-sexual. He’d never wanted sex with anybody else before.
This time the images seemed much more in line with his needs, but the titles below left him even more uncertain what he was looking for. He settled for a thumbnail video of two guys who looked about the same build as he and Elijah and settled back wondering if maybe he should take notes.
The next morning Shep woke Elijah with a sharp knock and a curt promise of coffee. Before he could even process his abrupt wake-up call, Shep had disappeared, retreating to the kitchen where the coffee lived. Had he even noticed Elijah was naked and splayed across the covers? Shame curdled in Elijah’s stomach like spoiled milk. He closed his eyes, willing himself not to spiral, but it was too late. Anxiety had its hooks buried deep and seemed determined to tear its way through the layers he’d wrapped around his fragile ego.
Had Shep not watched him on the cameras last night or had he watched and not liked what he saw? Had he been too forward? What had Elijah been thinking? Even though it didn’t seem like it, Shep was a stranger. Even if he wasn’t, he was impossible to read. Elijah never knew who to be with him, how to act. Elijah had felt this connection to Shep immediately, but wasn’t that the definition of lust? He was just horny. Clearly, Shep didn’t feel the same. Maybe he really was a cyborg. Elijah buried his face into the pillow, not ready to face the world just yet. He hated uncertainty. He hated not knowing where he stood.
