Chapter 68
Chapter
Sixty-Eight
Gerard groaned as he buried his dick in Elias’s tight body. He pulled back, until only the cockhead remained inside. He pistoned his hips, revelling in the tight heat. Elias’s whimpers and cries filled the air as Gerard began a slow and steady rhythm.
Elias held Gerard tight, as if never wanting to let Gerard go. And Gerard did not want to be let go. Not by Elias. Not ever.
Gerard pressed his face to Elias’s throat. He breathed in his skin, smelling sweat and dirt. So different from Elias’s usual clean, soapy, and perfumed scent. Still, he adored his smell all the same.
He nuzzled, touching his lips to the skin of the man he loved and could not imagine ever getting enough of.
Gerard angled his hips. Elias shouted, fingernails scratching Gerard’s back, letting Gerard know he’d hit that spot deep inside him. Gerard leaned back, and Elias loosened his hold on him. Gerard gripped Elias’s knees, pressing them back, bending Elias in half.
Elias’s messy white hair tangled around him. His flushed and dirtied skin shone with sweat. His hard cock dripped pre-cum onto his abs. Then Elias reached down and gripped his own length in hand and stroked.
Gerard shoved in and out of that tight ring of muscle that stretched around him. He grunted with each thrust. He picked up speed, chasing his peak.
Elias jolted with each shove of Gerard’s hips. His mouth fell open. He sucked in air. Elias’s hand on his cock moved faster. He gasped.
“I love you,” Gerard whispered. He raked his gaze over Elias’s body before watching his cock fucking Elias. His balls tingled, pulling up tight against his body.
“Love you too,” Elias said between sharp pants. His head flung back. He cried out. Cum splattered across his torso, a few drops smattering against his throat.
Elias’s inner muscles tightened and squeezed Gerard’s length. Gerard shoved forward. He shuddered and filled Elias with his seed. He collapsed on top of Elias, and Elias wrapped his arms around Gerard.
Their breathing and heart rates slowed as they held each other.
A few moments later, they washed at the basin. Once clean, Elias went over to his trunk. He knelt and searched. Finally, he took out a glass pot and opened it.
The faint scent of a mix of fragrant herbs filled the air. Gerard could not name the specific herbs. But the smell of the salve was so familiar to him. It seemed their healers had given them the same salve to use for their old scars.
Elias sat on a stool before the wash basin and slathered the salve over the scars that covered his leg. Gerard had smelt the salve on Elias before. But he’d never actually seen him apply it.
“You’re not too tired to do that?” Gerard asked.
“I am,” Elias sighed. “But since I didn’t get around to doing it yesterday, I should do it now. If I don’t, I’ll notice it tomorrow. The skin will be tighter and dryer.” His nose scrunched up.
There was no hesitation in his movements. He did not flinch or avoid looking at the scars. He just smoothed the salve into the skin as if it was no big deal whatsoever. As if his scars were nothing unpleasant to look at. Nothing to be ashamed of.
Gerard stood unmoving, watching him.
“Feel free to take some if you want.” Elias nodded at his pot of salve. Then he glanced up at Gerard. His movements stilled. “What’s wrong?”
Gerard did not know what his face must have shown to elicit such a response. “I … Seeing you …” He cleared his throat. “You are just far more comfortable with your scars than I have ever been with mine.” He let out a broken laugh, but it quickly died on his lips.
Elias gave him a sad smile. “I can cover mine. I imagine that makes it a lot easier to deal with.”
Gerard sat on the stool beside Elias and dipped his fingers into the pot. He stared down at the cream on his fingers.
“I’m not so sure.” He met Elias’s gaze. “There is something … defiant about you. I imagine if someone gave you grief over your scars, you’d not take their shit for a second. You’d tell them to fuck off. I’ve never been like that. When people said things about my scars, I wasn’t defiant. Just hurt.”
Gerard touched his fingers to his chest, smoothing the salve into the skin. He grimaced. He tried to keep his movements fluid and casual, like he was not doing something he despised. “It’s ridiculous. I’m meant to be the dragon warrior! Yet the words of others affect me so deeply.”
Elias leaned forward. “I’m sorry, Gerard.”
Gerard met his gaze. “I don’t blame you. How could I? I mean, I was planning to kill you when you hit me with your lightning strike. If you hadn’t attacked, I would have killed you. And I would not have felt guilty about it.”
Elias laughed. “I know. Still, I am sorry all the same. I don’t like that I was the cause of your pain.” Then he lifted his fingers over the pot of salve. He dipped his fingers in. “May I?” He gestured to Gerard’s chest.
Gerard’s lips twitched. “I’ve never let anyone else do that. Not even the healer.”
“I don’t have to,” Elias said softly. “I’m just finished with mine. So I’m happy to help you. But no pressure.”
Gerard studied Elias’s face. After a second, he nodded.