Chapter 15 #3
“When he threatened me with a gun.” I couldn’t stop my hands from clenching his back a little harder.
It almost had ended with Elijah’s funeral.
“He said I was fucking someone else, but I wasn’t.
I didn’t screw around on him the entire time we were together, even though he refused to call it a relationship and I’m pretty sure he was fucking around on me.
He pointed his rifle at me as soon as I walked in the door that night, and started yelling.
I almost pissed myself. I really thought he was going to do it.
I tried to stay calm and talk him down. He finally lowered it and grabbed my arm, shaking me as he screamed in my face.
Then he went to use the bathroom. The head start was all I needed.
I ran to my car and left. He called me the next day, trying to apologize.
I told him it was over. He cried and begged me not to leave him, almost had me feeling bad for him, but I told him not to call me anymore.
I told him I’d call the cops if he came near me.
It was harder to do than I thought it would be. ”
He gave a little sigh and I squeezed him to me.
“I always worried that he’d get drunk and come to my house.
He did drunk text me a few times, trying to get me to give him one more chance.
But I ignored him. I knew if I answered, I’d end up going back.
He never came out to my house, but the fear that he would didn’t really go away.
I was always afraid he’d show up in the middle of the night.
Everyone noticed we weren’t together anymore, and Chris kept trying to hint that I could call the cops any time I needed them.
I don’t know if Brandon knew they were watching or what, but I’m glad he never tried anything. ”
I rubbed his back. “Do you think going anywhere else in the house would help?”
He shook his head. “No. I saw what I saw. That’s all I’m going to get from that night.
They had masks on. They were average build, shorter than him, but he was tall.
I couldn’t tell if there was a third or even a fourth for certain.
It was like I was seeing it through his eyes, and feeling what he was feeling.
He was confused, then angry, then scared. It feels bad, Mason, can we please go?”
He looked like he’d been wounded himself, and when he looked up at me with pleading eyes, I nodded. “Come on, let’s get you home.” On the way out, I asked him, “Do you think it was him? Do you think it was Brandon showing you?”
“I don’t know. I don’t really know how it works. I can’t tell if I truly felt him here, or I just feel all the memories. It just . . . feels awful here.” When he’d seen what I’d gone through, though, it had been through me. I wondered if that bastard was in here, watching us.
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We walked outside and I shut the door behind us.
I really wanted to go to Brock’s house too, because maybe he’d get a better view of the perps.
It was still an active crime scene under investigation, though, and whatever had just happened had taken a toll on Elijah.
He looked rough, like he’d been up for days working nonstop.
About halfway back to the car, he stopped and leaned on a tree.
“Are you alright?” I asked him, moving over to him, concerned.
He nodded and took a few deep breaths. “Yeah. I feel bad for Brandon. I know that’s probably dumb of me since he was such an ass to so many people, including me, but I didn’t want him dead.
I just wonder if I could have stopped it somehow.
If this is truly all about me, then is it my fault?
Did I get him killed somehow, just by being with him? ”
A tear finally escaped and slipped down his cheek, and I reached up to wipe it with my thumb.
“Hey,” I said quietly. “No, this isn’t your fault.
Not at all. It doesn’t matter why they did it or what you did to upset them, this is all on them.
You didn’t kill Brandon, and they made the conscious decision to plan out a murder.
You’re a good person, Elijah, and you always have been.
Better than most of us.” His face had fallen, though, and he looked so worried that I kissed him.
He leaned into it like I was his lifeline.
Maybe right now I was the only one he had, the only thing tethering him to reality and safety.
I wanted to make him feel better, but I wasn’t sure how besides the way I’d done it so far.
The way I’d apologized. I let my hand trail slowly down the front of him and palmed his cock through his jeans.
I could feel it thickening through the material.
I didn’t give a shit that we were outside in the woods, on his ex-boyfriend’s property.
Elijah might be feeling bad for Brandon, but I was feeling bad for Elijah sitting alone all night on a couch with broken ribs while that dickhead slept.
I slid down to my knees in front of him.
Elijah looked down at me, flushed and confused. “Mason, what are—”
“Shh,” was all I said as I slowly unbuttoned and unzipped his pants.
I glanced up once. He looked uncertain, but I waited a moment for a “bug spray” that never came.
Was it really the right time? Probably not, but I kind of hoped Brandon was watching as I pulled Elijah’s dick out, licking it from base to tip and swirling my tongue around the tip as I looked up at him.
His head fell back against the tree as he moaned, and his hands found the back of my head.
I grinned as I teased him with my tongue a little more and drew out a groan, then I went for it.
I sucked his dick like my life depended on his orgasm.
His hands fisted in my hair as he moaned my name, and it prompted me to speed up even more.
Most of his weight was leaning on the tree, but I felt his knees give a little, so I reached up and gripped his hips to make sure he didn’t fall.
His dick twitched in my mouth as I kept going, a little rougher and more aggressive than I would normally be with a blow job, because he liked that shit and I wanted him to get off quickly.
I let my teeth graze his shaft on every pull.
He cried out and his grip on my hair tightened almost to the point of being painful.
I could already taste precum, and I had a feeling I was going to be smug soon, when I got him off faster than he could double think his decision.
His hips started giving tiny thrusts forward as he held onto my head, and I kind of liked that he was using my face to get off, taking just a tiny bit of control.
Even in the short time I’d been back, I could tell that Elijah usually needed someone to take control of him, which was probably how he’d chosen so many fucking assholes.
But I wasn’t one of them. Not anymore, and it was nice to see that I could bring out a little dominance in him occasionally.
His trust that I would let him gave me a little more hope.
“Oh, fuck, Mason. Fuck.” His dick twitched again and I swallowed down a stream of precum. I hummed and doubled down, and I felt his body start to tremble as he made that sound that let me know he was almost there.
“Are you actually fucking serious?” It took a second to register the words right behind me at the exact moment Elijah cried out and his cum spilled down my throat. It took another second for me to realize that the voice behind me was Chris.
I popped off Elijah’s dick, standing quickly to block him from Chris’s view when I noticed the mortified look on his face. I stayed in front of him as I tucked him back into his pants, but I kind of wanted to laugh. He must have noticed because he said, “What the fuck Mason, it’s not funny.”
I tried to look regretful but probably failed as I turned slowly to face my friend, but I could feel the smirk trying to come out.
I hadn’t planned on Chris walking up when he did, but I wasn’t ashamed of what I’d done.
I didn’t really like that someone else had seen Elijah’s orgasm face, though, because that was my orgasm face.
“Hey, Chris. Didn’t expect to see you here.
” Even I could hear the laughter in my voice.
“Ha, ha,” Chris said dryly. “You told me you were coming here. Did you really think I’d just let you traipse all around the scene of a murder outside your jurisdiction?”
I wrinkled my brow. “I mean, yes?”
“You’re going to get me fired, Mason. And now on top of trying to get me into trouble, you embarrassed your boyfriend but not yourself. You know I could arrest you for public indecency right now. You’re right out in the open.”
I glanced at Elijah’s rosy cheeks, then looked back at Chris. “I’m on private property,” I pointed out.
“Not your property,” Chris shot back.
“Well, it isn’t public property,” I reiterated. “In fact, no one should have been out here to see us, since it’s a crime scene.”
“Despite the fact that it’s not an active crime scene, you are correct on a lot of points.
But look who’s here, trespassing while having sex on private property.
I’m sure I could do something with all of that.
I can assure you that neither myself nor Elijah was thrilled with me showing up when I did, even though you seem pretty proud of yourself and you’re the only one who managed not to blush. ”
I shrugged. “I’m just happy I got him off in time.”
“I don’t know if I’d call that in time,” Elijah muttered beside me, avoiding everyone’s eyes.
“Close enough,” I said, trying to grin at him but he still wasn’t looking at me. “So, what’s up, Chris?”