Chapter 4 Tobias
Tobias
“You’ve got your car charger, your wallet, your toothbrush?” I list out the items I know Elijah may forget as I run down the staircase. He’s forgetful when he’s focused on other things. Other things, meaning leaving me behind as he goes back to school.
I stop and turn to look at him, still standing by the front door. His back leans against it, hood up, hands in his pockets, shoulders slouched. It pains me to see that the light in his eyes, the one that was there just a few days ago, is gone. He seems so far away in his own head.
I drop my shoulders and tilt my head. “E.” I frown, walking over to him. I push his hood back, and place my palms on his cheeks to force him to look into my eyes as he rests his head back against the door. “It’s not going to be forever,” I say, glancing back and forth between his honey-brown eyes.
His eyebrows furrow. “Why is this so easy for you?” He lightly bangs his head onto the door, gripping me by the waist. “You’re okay with me being away?”
A pang hits my heart as I hear those words.
If he only knew how hard it is to let him go.
But I can’t let him know that, or he won’t leave.
After losing Jude—our dad—it would be so easy to stop moving when a loss like that takes over.
Last year, he almost completely shut down, and it scared the living hell out of me to see him like that.
But the fact that he’s still pushing through this pain, still moving forward, is something I would never want to take away from him.
Telling him to stay wouldn’t help him—it’d hold him back. I can’t be the reason he stops moving.
I promised our dad that I’d take care of him, and I’ll do anything to fulfill that promise.
I place my hands on the door on either side of his head. “Let me make this very clear. Being away from you is never easy for me. But I know what we have is so strong that a little distance won’t matter.” I try to paint a confident smile on my face. “We’ve been through worse.”
A flicker of sadness flashes over Elijah’s face as he remembers what I’m referring to. He drops his eyes to my chest and slowly nods his head. “You’re right.” He pulls me in and buries his face in my neck as I thread my fingers in his hair. “You’re always right.” He takes a big breath in.
I do the same, slowly raking my hand through his hair to try and calm us both down.
Five hours between us isn’t so bad. Some people have to hop on a plane to see their loved ones, so I know we’re lucky.
But still, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t worried about how I was going to fare without him constantly here around me.
I’ve grown so accustomed to having him here with me.
He makes me feel so grounded when everything just feels like too much.
My mind drifts to a place I don’t want it to. I try to shake it off and focus back on Elijah.
“I guess you should hit the road before it gets too late. I don’t want you to get there in the dark,” I mutter, leaning my forehead on his.
“Okay,” he sighs softly, looking down at my lips.
“Okay,” I repeat, my hand slowly drifting from the back of his neck to his collarbone and over his chest. Running my fingertips softly over him puts me in a trance.
The oversized sweater he’s wearing is mine, and it looks so damn good on him.
It’s one of my old football ones, and as much as I hate some of the memories of my dad being the coach, it looks sexy as hell on him.
“Tobias?”
“Hmm?” I take a deep breath, letting his scent fill my lungs. It pulls me back to soft, dewy mornings in our bedroom, sunlight spilling across the floor, the warm weight of his body pressed against me, nothing else in the world but us.
Elijah loves sleeping naked, and it wasn’t long before I picked up on the habit. Our limbs tangled up together. Tossing and turning in our sheets. Hands constantly drifting all over each other’s bodies…
“You want me to help you with this before I go?” He smiles, lips brushing against mine. His hand grazes the outline of my dick through my pants, and the spark it sends jolts me back to the present. I glance down to see my groin pressed against his leg, like a cat in heat.
“I can, you know.” He slowly drops his bag off his shoulder and onto the floor. “Make you feel good.”
“I know you can. You always do.” I answer under my breath, grabbing onto the hem of his sweater and pushing it up out of the way so I can feel his soft skin under my fingers.
As soon as I feel the heat radiating off of him, it’s game over. A rush of lust comes over me.
Before I can stop myself, my hands move like lightning. Our pants and boxers are shoved down beneath our asses, our hands scrambling too fast to bother getting them all the way off.
“I love you like this,” Elijah says breathlessly, pulling me in for a kiss.
“I’m always like this,” I mutter against his lips. It’s true. I can never get enough. The moment our lips touch, it’s like all my nerves go off at once in my body. He has this overwhelming effect on me that makes me numb to everything else.
My mind, my soul, and my body don’t want him to leave. He can’t leave. Not now. Not ever.
I get lost in our kiss, allowing him to feel just how desperate I am for him.
I break away for a short moment, even though it pains me to leave his soft lips. Dropping to my knees, I tug his briefs lower, releasing his thick dick in front of my face.
I marvel at the thick vein that runs up the length of it. My mouth waters almost instantly as I take in the glistening tip. I’ll never get over just how lucky I am. This is all mine. I look up at Elijah who is looking at me with nothing but adoration on his face as he buries his fingers in my hair.
Eyes locked on his, I stuff three of my fingers into my mouth, making sure they’re coated.
Elijah’s jaw tightens as he watches me in anticipation.
I slide my fingers out of my mouth and slip my hand between his thighs, moving slowly toward his hole.
A desperate little gasp escapes his lips, and I dive in.
Wrapping my mouth around his tip, his body shudders violently, hands gripping the back of my neck as if holding on is the only thing keeping him tethered.
Encouraged by his moans, I take him deeper, gagging at the depth.
He leans his head back against the door, eyes half-closed, and I can tell—he likes it.
His hips roll softly against my hand, moving with my steady rhythm up and down his shaft, each motion sending sparks of heat through both of us.
“Fuck. I thought I was supposed to be making you feel good.” His voice is a ragged whisper that only makes my dick ache even more than it already is.
I pop my mouth off his tip. “You are,” I say before going back for more.
His cheeks are flushed, and I can tell he’s losing control as I draw circles around the edge of his hole. His buried fingers tighten in my hair as his hips buck, forcing his dick to hit the back of my throat.
I push past the tears brimming at the corner of my eyes and continue deep-throating his dick. Easing my second finger into him, I focus on twirling my tongue up and down his shaft.
“Tob—fuck, you’re so fucking good.” Elijah moans, rocking his hips even more.
I hum in response as I continue. I can feel the inside of my boxers dampen as a result of…
well, everything. Elijah is so fucking sexy when he’s crumbling around me.
I could come just from watching him. But, if this is our last time seeing each other for the week, I’m determined to get inside of him one last time.
I finally get a third finger in his hole, the tightness making my stomach tighten and my dick throb. As much as I wish I could thrust into this ass, I need to be patient. I don’t want to hurt him.
Elijah’s thrusting in my mouth starts to become staggered, and I can tell his control is slipping. I curl my fingers inside of him while I take him as far as I can down my throat. Excitement rushes through me as I feel his whole body tense.
“Oh shit,” His legs tremble as his fingers in my hair tighten. “Oh shit, sshhhit–” His moans are cut off as he tumbles over the edge, filling my mouth. I greedily collect every drop while I moan around his dick.
Once I know he’s done by the pace of his hips, I slip my mouth off his dick, gently pull my fingers out of him, and turn him to face the door. He’s still coming down from the aftershocks of his orgasm, so I’m sure he doesn’t mind the way I’m handling him.
I slip my own boxer briefs down to my ankles and spit some of his come out from my mouth into my hand before lathering my dick. The taste of his come alone almost sets me off, but I’m so close. I can’t lose control now.
I empty what’s left of his come onto my fingers and line them up with his hole.
“Fuck yes,” Elijah’s voice comes out as a ragged whisper.
“I’m going to miss this.” I lean into his ear as I position my dick at his edge.
“Show me how much,” he pleads, sending shocks straight to my heavy balls. I slowly guide my tip inside, feeling the warmth and tightness welcome me in. He’s getting so much better at taking me. A low groan is pulled from my chest as I slowly sink inside of him.
Elijah backs up into me so I can sink further. “Harder. I want to feel you until I see you again.”
I can’t explain why, but the thought stirs something deep and primal inside of me.
I’m done with going easy. I thrust myself to the hilt. Elijah lets out groan deep in his chest, the sound muffled by his face pressed on the door. I drag myself out before pressing back in as deeply as I can go.
“Yes. Just like that.” He exhales shakily, a faint whimper on his breath.
Taking that as encouragement, I thrust in and out, holding myself up by his waist. I watch in amazement as his ass swallows all of me. Quick paced thrusts are answered by his hole clenching around my dick, which sends a pool of pressure building up in my groin.
I lean in, burying my face in his neck. The warm, delicious smell of him fills my nose, making the feeling even more intense.
“E—I can’t.” I can hardly keep it in any longer. “I’m gonna come.”
“Yes, please. Give it to me, baby,” he moans, throwing his head back to rest on my shoulder.
I place my hand around his throat and lightly squeeze as I push in and out a few more times.
Elijah twists his head a little further to place his lips on mine.
The taste of his mouth mixed with his soft, breathless noises, sets me off completely.
My orgasm hits me like a wrecking ball as I come crashing down. I see stars and have to remember to breathe as pure ecstasy takes over my whole body. His hole tightens around my dick as I pulse the last few spurts inside of him.
We break our lips apart and gasp for air as we both find our bearings again.
“I love you so much.” I pant, leaning my head on his shoulder. I grab around his body, pressing him close to my chest in a hug as my body shakes through the come down.
I feel him chuckle in front of me, softly rubbing his hands over mine. “I love you, too.”
After a few moments, I slip out of him and look down at the mess I’ve made. Our mixed come drips out of his red, swollen ass, and it looks like a masterpiece. I grasp his cheek in my hand as I take in the view.
Damn.
“I guess I should clean myself up,” he mutters, looking behind him.
“No.” I drop down and lift his pants and his boxers back up his waist. “I want you to stay just like this.” I zip him up from behind as I do the same for myself.
I turn him around to face me and press him up against the door again.
“I want to know you’re full of me for your whole drive.
Dripping out of you.” I bite his lower lip.
He whines, grasping my jaw. “How am I supposed to last a whole week away from this?”
I dive in for another kiss and linger over his lips. “We’ll find ways to make the time go by easier.”
A devious smile crosses Elijah’s face. “I have a few ideas.” He bites his lower lip, which makes me groan. I drop my face onto his shoulder.
“If you don’t leave right now, I’m going to keep you here forever.”
Elijah lightly pushes me off of him and grabs the keys off the hook on the wall.
“You promise?”
“Let’s just run away together. Where no one will find us.” I smile, trying to seem at ease as I fold my arms against my chest, leaning against the doorway.
“Promise me ramen every night and you’ll have yourself a deal.” He winks playfully, skipping down our porch steps.
“Deal,” I mutter to myself. I laugh, even though the pain of watching him walk down the driveway burns in my chest.
Remembering something, I run down the path until I get to his car.
Confused, but still with a smile on his face, he rolls down the window.
“I made you a playlist. For your drive.”
A big smile paints across his face. “No way. Seriously!?” He takes out his phone and hands it to me.
I quickly swipe to the correct app and add it to his playlists.
“All you have to do is press play,” I say, handing his phone back.
“Thank you.” He grins, the corners of his eyes crinkling. I can tell he can see the apprehension on my face. As much as I try to hide it, I know he can see right through it. “We’re going to be fine. You’re going to be fine,” he says softly, reaching out for my hand.
I swallow thickly, giving his hand a squeeze before stuffing my hands in my pockets. “I know.” I give him a firm nod. “Call me when you get there?”
“Absolutely.” He winks.
I back up from the car, hands in my pocket as I watch him reverse out of the driveway.
The weight of the necklace he gave me last winter sits on my chest. I pick the ring up and press it against my lips.
We share a look before Elijah turns the car and beeps his horn quickly before driving down the road.
I hope I can be as strong as he thinks I am.