Elijah made a helpless whine at his words. He gripped Shep’s shoulders, eyes squeezed shut tight as he bounced on Shep’s cock faster. “Oh, fuck. Fuck, Sam. Do it, breed me. Fill me up. I need it.”
Shep came hard, as if obeying Elijah’s command, his whole body shuddering as hecoatedElijah’s insides with his release. His hand fell off rhythm as waves of pleasure washed over him, but it didn’t matter, Elijah was crying out, his cum hitting Shep’s stomach and chest as he climaxed, before collapsing with his head on Shep’s shoulder.
“Fuck, that was so hot,” Elijah whispered, still breathless.
When Shep said nothing, he raised his head to look at him. Shep dipped his fingers into Elijah’s cum, bringing the digits to his lips so he could taste himself. Elijah locked eyes with him, licking Shep’s fingers clean. If he could have gotten hard again, he would have. He captured Elijah’s lips, sucking the cum off his tongue.
“Who knew you were so dirty?” Elijah asked, a smile playing at his lips.
“Just you,” Shep said.
Elijah pressed his forehead to Shep’s. “It’s true. Just me.” They sat for a while, Shep still buried inside him. “Promise you won’t leave?”
A sharp pain knifed through Shep’s chest at the tremble in Elijah’s voice. Did Elijah really think Shep would leave him? No. He wasn’t sure he could leave now, even if Elijah begged him to go. He was all in. Elijah was it for him. He couldn’t believe the boy couldn’t see that. He wanted to reassure him, to give him pretty words and grand gestures, but Shep knew nothing about romance. “I promise. I’m not going anywhere.”
Elijah’s relief was palpable. He wrapped his arms around Shep, ignoring the mess between them. “Good,” the boy whispered, almost to himself. “Good.”
“You understand our concerns. Right, Eli?”
Elijah’s knee bounced as he gripped Shep’s hand under the table. “I didn’t think people would recognize me.”
He flushed as he stared down a room full of incredulous expressions.
His agent, Mark, ran a hand over his balding head and sighed. “You just did a press tour. You and Robby are in the tabloids daily. People have video of you filming all over Tumblr. How did you think they wouldn’t recognize you? Because you put in contacts and wore a sweater?”
“Let’s not play the blame game,” Paige said. “It doesn’t matter what Elijah thought. It matters what we do about it now. Do we let Robby play the heartbroken victim? I don’t think we can say they mutually parted ways weeks ago since that unapproved photoshoot that Lucif- Lucy approved at the hotel without my permission.”
Elijah cut his eyes towards his mother who sat with her legs crossed, one blood red pump hanging from her toe as she glowered at Paige. “I thought we weren’t playing the blame game?” she said, voice saccharine sweet.
Paige rolled her eyes. “We will needto get Elijah in front of the cameras stat to do some major damage control.” She looked Shep up and down, wincing. “There’s no way to make him look… younger. Guess we will have to play the whole war hero angle. You were in the military, correct?” Shep gave a single nod but didn’t embellish. “Not much of a talker, are ya? That will work in our favor. At least you’re hot. The girls and the gays will all swoon.”
Elijah finally dared to glance toward where Robby sat at the end of the table. If he was just acting heartbroken, he was the one who deserved an Oscar. He sat in gray sweatpants and a black hoodie, his eyes bloodshot and his mouth turned down in an uncharacteristic frown. Elijah watched him for a long minute, hoping he would look at him so he could at least mouth that he was sorry, but Robby watched someone else. Calder, Elijah’s new bodyguard.
The man had long hair and a beard similar to Shep’s; but he’d plaitedhis caramel colored hair in a braid that snaked over his right shoulder. He wore black jeans and a black t-shirt that revealed many tattoos on both arms. He was gorgeous. Elijah could see how he’d grabbed Robby’s attention. It seemed Robby had snagged the older man’s attention too. He was grinning at Robby in a way that made Elijah feel like he was intruding on some private moment.
“Robby, we need you to lie low for a few weeks. Play the grief-stricken boyfriend.”
“How does that help my client?” Robby’s publicist, Jasmine asked, crossing her arms over her chest, jaw set in a way that let Elijah know she wanted something.
“It’s only for a few weeks. Then we’ll get him on the circuit and he can talk all about how it’s the year of him and how he’s taking back his power and he don’t need no man. The daytime crowd will love it. Trust me, this might be exactly what he needed to catapult him onto the A-list,” Paige said, giving what she probably thought was a reassuring smile to Robby. He just stared down at his hands.
“Have we resolvedthis to your liking?” Mark asked the studio execs who Elijah had taken to calling Hekyll and Jeckle in his head because they were both dressed in black suits and they both wore wire-rimmed glasses perched on their beak-like noses.
“Elijah, we have a brand, a family brand. We’ve barely recovered from Matt Denison’s DUI and you’ve already had one video leak.” Jeckle said.
“No more mistakes. You and your new boy toy here need to stick it out for the long haul or until we approve a split. We need some stability,” Hekyll chimed in, his tone equally somber.
Elijah’s heart flipped in his chest and he looked at Shep who squeezed his hand. He gave a stilted nod to the duo. “Yeah, that’s not a problem. We’re solid.”
Hekyll steepled his fingers together like Mr. Burns. “Excellent. Now we can move on to better news. We’ve locked in our director. Contracts are signed and we have script approval. We couldn’t be happier.”
Lucifer sat forward a grin on her face. “Wonderful. Who is it?”
“Leonard Medford,” Jekyll confirmed.
Elijah’s limbs went heavy, and he struggled to suck in a full breath. He pushed his chair away from the table and stood startling everybody in the room including Shep who still held his hand. He shook it off, the thought of anybody touching him in that moment made his skin crawl. He looked at his mother. “Did you do this? Did you know? Did you plan this?”
To her credit, Lucifer looked stricken. “What? No. Of course not, Eli. Calm down. You’re making a scene.”
