“Did she scare you away?” he asked.
Elijah scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Yes, we can’t see each other anymore. This is our goodbye shower.”
Shep’s mood curdled, and he frowned at Elijah. Some part of him realized it was sarcasm, but even hearing the words unnerved him.
Whatever Elijah saw on his face had him pressing a quick kiss to his lips. Shep relaxed then, the tension leaving his shoulders as Elijah shook his head. “I’m kidding, babe. So, you’re a sociopath. All relationships have issues. It could be worse. You could be a republican.”
“I am a republican,” Shep said, keeping his face neutral.
When Elijah’s jaw dropped open, Shep smiled.
“Was… was that a joke? Did you just make a joke?” Elijah asked, staring at Shep in fascination.
“I’m programmed to make all kinds of jokes,” Shep intoned.
“Haha. A cyborg joke? Now you’re a comedian. How do I turn off this feature?” Elijah quipped, running his hands along Shep’s back as if looking for his off button. “I like being the only funny one.”
Shep gripped Elijah’s wrists, getting his attention. “Seriously, what did my mother say to you?”
Elijah hesitated, then said, “Take me to bed first. I’m getting pruney.”
They finished their shower, drying off and throwing on underwear but nothing else. They stared at each other awkwardly as they pulled back the covers and crawled into the huge bed. Shep had never shared a bed before Elijah. He’d done nothing before Elijah. It was such a simple thing to just lie beside each other, but it felt like a heady thing, like an act that carried weight.
Shep had anticipated finishing their conversation, but Elijah had other ideas. As soon as Shep had settled against the pillows, Elijah crawled onto his lap, capturing his wrists and putting them over his head, kissing him deeply.
“I thought we were going to talk,” Shep managed, his cock half-hard just from Elijah’s wiggling.
“Your mother says your obsession with me could be dangerous for those around me,” Elijah told him between open mouth kisses. “I don’t care. She wants to talk to us together tomorrow. I don’t care. She might say us being together is a horrible idea. I… don’t... care,” he promised, teasing his tongue along Shep’s bottom lip. “All I care about is you and me and whatever this is between us. I just want to blow my boyfriend and then make him get me off too. Is that okay?”
Shep’s brain had snagged on the word boyfriend. It was such a foreign word, almost incongruous, but he’d take it. He’d take anything Elijah had to give. “Yes,” he managed.
That seemed to be all Elijah needed to hear. His lips trailed along Shep’s jaw and neck, across his collarbones. He hissed as Elijah captured one of his nipples between his teeth biting down hard enough to send a bolt of lightning straight to his balls.
“Do you not like that?” Elijah asked, voice breathy.
“I don’t know. Do it again,” Shep commanded. Elijah repeated the process on the other nipple. Shep’s cock throbbed. “No, yeah. I like it.”
Elijah smirked as though filing the information away for later. He placed biting kisses along Shep’s abs, dragging his boxer briefs down, running his lips along the skin as he went. He gazed at Shep’s arousal with interest. “Fuck, you’re so big,” he muttered, before using his tongue to lick up the underside of Shep’s cock, his tongue darting out to flick over the slit, catching the fluid there on his tongue.
Shep snarled. The sight of his pre-cum on Elijah’s tongue stoked something deep within him. Elijah was his. Just his. He wanted to see more of his cum on Elijah’s face. He wanted to mark him. Elijah caught Shep’s gaze giving him a look hot enough to melt steel as his mouth closed over the tip, sucking deep. Shep squeezed his lids shut. Watching his cock disappear into the moist heat of Elijah’s mouth would have him coming in three seconds.
Shep’s hands caught in Elijah’s hair. He didn’t force himself deeper, just needed to touch him, hold him. It grounded him somehow. “Fuck,” he muttered. “Your mouth feels amazing.”
Elijah pulled off with a pop and Shep mourned the loss, but then the boy was sucking on his balls, his finger rubbing the sensitive skin just behind. Shep fisted the sheets, writhing beneath Elijah’s attention. “Oh, fuck. Fuck, rabbit. You’re so perfect.”
Elijah made a small whimpering sound and when Shep opened his eyes Elijah took him as deep as he could, the muscles convulsing around his cock in a way that made his eyes roll. He would not last much longer. He needed to come. He wanted to come on Elijah, to see his release painted across the boy’s skin, his face, his lips. “I’m so close. I need—” he cut himself off.
Elijah pulled off, eyes cutting to Shep. “Say it. What do you need? Tell me.”
“I want to come on you… your skin, your lips,” Shep growled.
Elijah grinned, nodding. “Who knew you were so dirty? Fuck, I love it. That’s hot. Okay.”
He rolled onto his back as Shep rose onto his knees beside Elijah. The boy took him back into his mouth, using his fist to jerk him as he sucked. He was coming in seconds, his cum landing on Elijah’s lips and cheeks. Shep used his cock to smear it across his skin before collapsing beside him and catching his mouth in a kiss, tasting his seed on the boy’s lips. He gathered the cum on his fingers, plunging his hand into Elijah’s underwear, and wrapping his hand around the leaking erection.
Shep kissed Elijah’s gasping mouth, catching each of his cries as he worked him mercilessly. “I want to hear you,” Shep urged. “Come for me.”
Elijah seemed to dissolve on the spot, babbling nonsense. “Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. Oh, God. Don’t stop.”
