I finally quit holding back and join him, well aware that I’m crying out as I come.
I’m thinking about Leo, about the last time we made love.
The first time we made love.
I’m thinking about the fact that this is the first time I’ve fucked anyone except Leo, not counting the earlier blowjob Elliot gave me.
Under me, Elliot softly weeps.
I release his hands and slide my arms under him as he wraps his around me and clings to me.
“Thank you, Sir,” he hoarsely whispers. “Thank you.”
I sigh. “You’re welcome, boy.” I nuzzle my lips against his forehead. “I promise we’ll figure this out together.”
After he calms down, I go clean up and bring a washcloth for him so he doesn’t have to get out of bed.
Finally, we curl up together in his huge bed that feels empty without Leo in it, too. I lie on my back and he drapes himself over me, his head on my chest.
In less than a minute, he’s deeply asleep.
I stare down at him in the dim light.
Dammit, Leo.
No, it’s not fair I’m now doing this. But I’m going to do it. I meant every word I said to Elliot.
There’s likely going to be a bumpy road between the three of us upon Leo’s return to DC. Until then, I’m going to focus on Elliot and get him grounded and where he needs to be for the insanity he’s about to throw himself into.
My boy’s got an election to win. Like hell will I let him fail.
Because Elliot needs me.
