Shep nodded, his hands already skimming across Elijah’s bare thighs, itching to touch as much of the boy as possible. “Yes. Just tell me what you need.”
“Kiss me.”
Shep complied, capturing his mouth in a kiss that turned dirty. Kissing Elijah ignited something in him. Everything about Elijah turned him on. The way he sucked in a startled breath when Shep’s tongue slipped into his mouth, the way he moaned when Shep bit his bottom lip. His scent, the heat of his skin, all of it. Everything.
“Put your arms around me,” Elijah demanded. Shep did as he was told, his palms finding Elijah’s ass and squeezing. “Fuck. Yeah. Like that,” he gasped against Shep’s lips. “You feel so fucking good. I just need to come.”
Elijah’s words had Shep’s cock aching. “Take what you want.”
Elijah shifted, wrapping his legs around Shep’s waist, until their bodies fit together like puzzle pieces, the contact making him groan. He caught sight of their reflection in the mirror, him dressed and Elijah naked rutting against him, using him to get off. He drove harder against Elijah and he keened. His whines and whimpers were making Shep crazy. He’d wanted to wring those noises from Elijah since the night he’d arrived, and each sound sent a jolt of electricity straight to his dick.
Elijah moaned against Shep’s ear. “Oh, fuck. Oh, God. You’re so hard. Tell me you want me,” Elijah begged.
“I do want you. I do.” It wasn’t a lie. He didn’t know how or why but Elijah had awakened a passion Shep hadn’t even thought existed within him.
Elijah dropped his head to Shep’s shoulder. When his finger accidentally slipped between the globes of Elijah’s ass the boy sucked in a breath before sinking his teeth into the corded tendon of Shep’s throat.
“I’m so close,” Elijah whispered, hips working faster until the friction caused sparks behind Shep’s lids. “Please, tell me you're close.”
“So close,” Shep promised. Then there was just the sound of Elijah’s breath panting against his ear and the low, throaty moans he made whenever Shep’s finger skated across his entrance. Shep couldn’t help but watch them in the mirror. Elijah was perfect. His perfect boy. Taking his pleasure, using Shep to get off. That thought had him falling over the edge, his orgasm slamming into him. He gripped Elijah tight, riding the wave of pleasure rolling over him as Elijah writhed against him.
“Thank fuck,” Elijah gasped, but then he was crying out, his body rigid as his blunt nails raked Shep’s back, stinging even through the thin material of his t-shirt.
Elijah sat there, his head buried in the crook of Shep’s neck, clinging to him like a lifeline until his breathing slowed. Even as cum started to dry in uncomfortable places, Shep was loath to move. He liked the feel of Elijah’s weight on his lap, the heat of his skin. He smelled like clean sweat and rosemary and mint and Shep wanted to die buried in that scent.
It wasn’t until Elijah started wiggling, his feet twitching against Shep’s lower back that Shep stood and turned, depositing Elijah onto the mattress, blanketing the boy with his weight, careful not to crush him. Elijah stared up at him, content but wary.
“Well, that was… unexpected,” Shep noted.
Elijah nodded. “Sorry.”
Shep frowned. “For what?”
Elijah’s gaze darted away from him. “For using you as my very own sex toy with a pulse.”
Shep’s brows made a run for his hairline. “I like you using me for sex. For anything, really.”
Elijah peeked up at him as if to gauge his truthfulness. “I’ll remember that the next time I need my furniture moved or my taxes done.”
Shep grinned. “I can move your furniture, but you don’t want me doing your taxes.”
Elijah locked eyes with him, then squished Shep’s face in his hands. “Yeah, you’re definitely a cyborg.”
A strange lightness settled in Shep’s chest, it was a completely unfamiliar feeling, but not unpleasant. “Does that bother you?”
Elijah shook his head. “No. Everybody in Hollywood is so fake. They lie. Hell, I lie. Like you said, I’m always recalibrating. You just tell the truth.”
Shep frowned. That wasn’t really true. “Only to you.”
A soft smile appeared on Elijah’s face and Shep wished he could commit that look to memory, lock it away for later. Shep moved, so he was on his back beside Elijah, pleased when the boy curled up against him, his head on his shoulder.
“How do you do it?” he asked.
Shep glanced down at the top of Elijah’s head. “It?”
“How do people not notice that you aren’t able to…” Elijah trailed off like the words escaped him.
“How do I convince the world I’m normal?” Shep asked.
