Elijah whined, thighs burning as he fucked himself on Shep’s cock. “Oh, I missed you so much. You feel so fucking good.”
“I missed you, too, rabbit. Fuck. Jesus. Slow down or this will be over fast,” Shep panted.
“Touch me. Make me come,” Elijah demanded, moaning low as Shep’s slick hand wrapped around him. “Yeah. Jerk me off. Make me come.”
Shep fisted Elijah’s cock in time with Elijah’s bouncing rhythm. The sight of the organ in the cooler didn’t faze him one bit. If anything, it spurred him on, made his movements more frantic. Maybe Elijah was the real monster because he liked seeing David Cane’s heart while the man he loved, the man who had killed for him, fucked him. He felt no guilt, no remorse. Just power and a strange invincibility. He would never be in danger with Shep by his side and Shep would soon vow to be by his side forever in Elijah’s favorite place in the world. So, yeah, maybe Shep wasn’t the monster, maybe Elijah was. Maybe they both were. Elijah was okay with that.
“Did it hurt?” Elijah asked, panting, pleasure licking along his spine.
Shep didn’t even have to ask what he meant. “Yes.”
Heat gathered at the base of Elijah’s spine, his balls drawing up tight. He was so close. “Did he suffer? Did he cry?”
Shep grunted, a noise that always let Elijah know he was close to orgasm. “I made sure of it,” he snarled.
Two more strokes and Elijah was coming, his release spilling over Shep’s fist as waves of pleasure rolled along his body. Shep kept thrusting up into Elijah, pulling him back against him, rocking into his body again and again. “Fuck, I’m gonna come. Gonna fill you up.”
Shep dragged Elijah back down once more, and he felt Shep’s cock throb as he emptied himself into Elijah. He melted back against Shep, refusing to move just yet. "That was hot.”
“You liked your present, rabbit?”
“You’re setting the bar pretty high for yourself. A human heart for my birthday. What can I expect for Christmas? Or our anniversary?”
Shep gave a winded laugh. “Oh, I’m sure I’ll think of something.Do you want your other present?”
Elijah tilted his head to look up at Shep. “I don’t know. Do I get to keep this one?”
Shep pressed a kiss to the sweaty nape of Elijah’s neck. “I hope so. It’s our rings.”
“So you still want to marry me in Prague?”
“Technically, we’re getting married in the LA city courthouse when we get back. But, yes. I still want to marry you in Prague. Do you still want to marry me, rabbit?”
“I do.”
One Year Later
“He’s dead,” Wyatt stated.
Elijah’s heart caught in his throat as he frowned into the somber faces of Wyatt and Charlie who stared at him from his laptop via a Skype phone call. Had Linc told them Shep’s secret? Their secret. “What? Who?” he managed.
Charlie rubbed Wyatt’s back as he said, “My father.”
Shock rocked Elijah’s entire body, followed by shame. He was always so caught up in his life, it never even occurred to him this could be about Wyatt. To say that his friend had a complicated relationship with his father was an understatement. Wyatt’s father had kept his son hidden in the metaphorical closet, allowing others to physically and sexually abuse him all while he smiled and waved and ran his campaigns as a Republican family-values senator. Poor Wyatt might have stayed in the closet forever had his father not accidentally hired a gay former Marine to keep tabs on the boy.
“What? How?”
“DIC,” Charlie informed him before biting down on her lower lip as if to keep from laughing.
Elijah froze, sure he hadn’t heard what he thought he had. “Dick? Who’s Dick?”
Wyatt shook his head. “Not who. What. Disseminated intravascular coagulation. I didn’t even know he’d been sick. I haven’t talked to him in months, not since he’d been ousted from office. Last I heard he was facing time in a federal prison for tax evasion. My mother said he hadn’t been feeling well for a while and he just kept getting sicker. She tried to get him to go to the doctor, but he refused. Then he spiked a high fever and became really confused and started developing these weird spots all over his body. My mom called an ambulance, and they hospitalized him. She said suddenly he just started bleeding from every orifice.”
“Jesus. Are you okay?”
Wyatt shrugged. “Weirdly, I don’t really feel much of anything. Maybe I’m just in shock. Maybe he was already dead to me in my head. I thought maybe you could come for the funeral. It’s at the end of the week.”
Elijah was nodding before Wyatt even finished talking. “Of course. I wouldn’t miss it. I’ll need to miss a couple of days of filming but Shep can deal with that.”
