Shep was beside him in an instant, his lips against his ear, his finger still teasing at his hole. That nagging tease. Pushing in just enough, but never where he needed it. “You can. It’s just a name. It doesn’t have any magical powers. There’s nothing to stop you. Just tell me his name and it’s all over.”
Shep’s finger pushed deeper skirting over his prostate, making Elijah’s cock leak and Elijah whimper. “I can’t. I can’t.”
Shep kissed Elijah slowly, his tongue probing Elijah’s mouth in time with his finger which would glance over his prostate one moment then massage it the next, with no discernible pattern until Elijah was full on begging, forcing his hips down on Shep’s finger. “Please. It’s not working. Please, Shep. Please. I need to come. I need it. It hurts.”
Shep kissed his lids and his cheeks, his nose and his lips, but he didn’t let up his assault on Elijah’s senses. “You can do it. You will.”
He withdrew his fingers, his palm wrapping around Elijah’s cock once more, that same slow, loose grip, only, unlike moments before, he’d sometimes tighten his grip, twisting at the top, swiping the precum from Elijah’s tip and feeding it to the boy.
“Please, Sam” he sobbed. “It hurts. I need to come.”
“I know, baby. I know. You will. You will. Just give me the information. Tell me what I want to know, and I’ll let you come.” Elijah whined when Shep’s hand disappeared. “Come on, rabbit. Don’t let him win. Don’t let him have this power over you. Let me make you feel good. Give me what I want. It’s just a name. I will not stop. This isn’t going to stop. I can keep it up all night.”
“David Cane.” The name tumbled out so quickly Elijah sucked in a breath, certain Shep had willed it past his lips like some kind of wizard.
“That’s good, rabbit. That’s so good.”
When Shep wrapped his hand around Elijah’s cock this time it was slick with lube and tight enough that two short strokes had Elijah coming hard enough to coat his own lips and chin with his release. When Shep released him, Elijah burst into tears, mortified but unable to stop himself. Shep wiped his tears away, licking the cum from Elijah’s skin.
Elijah clung to him, his brain and body exhausted, but still not ready to let Shep go. Elijah felt vulnerable, untethered, like Shep had shaken something loose and now he couldn’t find his footing. “Fuck me, Sam. I need you inside me. Please. I need you.”
Shep didn’t protest, said nothing at all. He just slipped two fingers inside Elijah, then three, before easing his cock inside. Elijah sucked in a breath at the invasion. Shep was so big, filled him until there wasn’t room for fear or anxiety or pain. There was just the heavy weight of Shep’s body on top of him and the fullness of Shep inside. There wasn’t room for anything but the two of them.
Shep seemed to understand that this wasn’t about getting off again, it was about needing Shep to chase away the demons he’d forced to the surface. There was nothing hurried about it, Shep just rocked into him, slow and steady, like a metronome, kissing Elijah deep, giving him exactly what he needed. A connection.
Elijah tried to savor it all, Shep’s damp skin beneath his palms, the sound of his panting breaths against his ear, the way his hips fell off rhythm as he came, growling against Elijah’s ear, “Fuck, rabbit. Fuck.”
When Shep went to pull free of Elijah’s body, he stopped him. “No, don’t. Not yet. I’m not ready yet. Don’t get up,” he begged, hating how needy he sounded.
Shep pressed a kiss to Elijah’s sweaty forehead. “I’m not going anywhere, rabbit. I promise.”
Elijah clung to that promise. He needed to believe it, because despite what Shep said, the name did have power and Elijah was certain that now that he’d uttered it out loud, he’d resurrected him from the past where Elijah had buried him ten years ago.
Once Shep was sure Elijah was out, he slipped from the boy and from the bed, snagging his phone off the side table. He tugged his sweatpants back on and headed to the living room before dialing Calder. “David Cane,” Shep barked as soon as he heard Calder answer.
“Spelling?”
“Unknown, but he’s an acting coach. One good enough to convince Lucifer it would elevate Elijah’s already thriving career ten years ago. There can’t be that many around. I need everything you can find on him including where he is now.”
Calder was silent for a long moment. “Uh, I’m not saying no, but I need to know exactly what you plan on doing with this information once you have it.”
Shep shrugged even though Calder couldn’t see him. “That depends on him.”
“Listen, man. I understand that you probably got a mighty need to separate this motherfucker from his testicles, but you can’t go flying off the handle. You can’t help Elijah if you’re in prison. Also, you won’t be doing him any favors if you beat this piece of shit into a coma. You’ll just make Elijah a social pariah. This guy clearly has connections with people like Leonard Medford and while you probably don’t give a fuck about being famous, I watched Elijah on set today. That boy clearly loves what he does. And he’s good at it. Do you really want to fuck that up for him?”
Shep grimaced. “I want him to sleep at night without having nightmares. I want him to not break out in a cold sweat whenever he sees flower arrangements. I want him to not have panic attacks in business meetings.”
“Well, if you make a huge public scene, there won’t be any more meetings. His career will be over.”
Shep rubbed the back of his neck, pacing now. “What do you suggest?”
“I say we deep dive into these douchebags, find some evidence against them and put them behind bars where they belong.”
“The statute of limitations has run out for criminal charges. Besides, his mother took a payoff and helped cover it up. I doubt there’s much evidence lying around ten years later.”
Calder sighed on the other end of the line. “Listen, man. There’s two things I know about pedophiles.One, they don’t stop just because they get caught. Two, they like to keep mementos… tapes, photos, personal items. Whoever this David Cane fuck is, chances are he’s still offending, and he’s keeping souvenirs.”
Shep remembered something else Elijah had said. “I think he filmed their sessions,” he muttered.
