Chapter Seven #3
It’s my turn to sigh. “I wish she were here too. I would have loved to meet her. But you’re not an idiot.
I… I know it’s not always easy to let go of past traumas.
And I understand how me meeting you and instantly declaring my feelings might have reminded you of how impulsive and reckless your parents are.
” I wince. “And then you found out about how elves keep time, and that would have scared you too. My point is, I always knew I couldn’t expect you to return my feelings right away.
I don’t mind being patient and letting things develop between us.
Especially now that we’re having sex. Sex is good. ”
A laugh bursts from him, which was my goal.
“Sex is good,” he agrees. “Between us, it’s fucking awesome. But, hey, uh… Andrew said something. At my birthday. That he asked you what it was that attracted you to me.” He stops abruptly. I can see where this is going, but I’m not going to rush him there.
He swallows. “He said I should ask you. So… what attracted you to me?”
My heart begins to beat faster.
“I didn’t know what to expect when I walked into that room,” I admit.
“Alistair and Aidan had been courteous and welcoming, and I knew I had information that could help you all, but I was still a stranger in a new place, and none of you were entirely sure you could trust me yet. I was… angry. So angry and sad about what was happening to us. And part of me was angry that I had to be here instead of spending every moment I could at home with my loved ones.” I take a deep breath as remembering those emotions causes them to rise within me.
“And then I saw you. You’re handsome, David—a very good-looking man.
But that was inconsequential at first. It was your soul.
It glows from you, so pure and beautiful.
Yours is the soul of a truly good person who cares so deeply for others, and I could not look away.
” I shake my head. “Elves don’t have the ability to see souls like that.
I considered the fact that yours shines at me so clearly to be a sign.
And the more I have gotten to know you, the more strongly I believe that.
I am willing to change and grow because I know it will be in the same direction you have already taken and bring me closer to you. ”
He blinks slowly. Then he gets up, goes over to the door, and flips the lock. Turning back to me, he says, “Undo your pants.”
“What?” Is he…? What is he doing?
“It’s official,” he declares. “We’re boyfriends. I’m halfway in love with you, and I want to celebrate this moment with a blowjob.”
He loves me! Joy explodes in me, and my hands move to my belt buckle before my brain catches up. “Are you sure?” I ask. This is not like David.
“Yes. Sucking someone off at the office in the middle of a workday while there’s a crisis going on is the most impulsive and irresponsible thing I’ve ever done, and it’s going to be with you.” He drops to his knees.
I’m not going to argue with that.
I reach for my belt, but David pushes my hands aside. “Nope. Your job is to sit there and enjoy it. I’ll handle everything else.”
I make a sound of excitement that causes him to grin as he opens my pants and pulls me out of my underwear. I’m more than half hard already, just the thought of a blowjob from David enough to get my cock’s attention.
“Mmm,” David murmurs. “You look delicious.” He gives me a few firm strokes, bringing me to fully erect, then leans down and licks the head.
My breath catches, and I put a hand on his head. His thick, silky black hair slides between my fingers, and he looks up at me and smiles, then licks me from root to tip.
I clench my hand.
“Wanna push my head down?” he whispers. “Just shove into my throat and thrust until you come?”
I try to swallow, but my mouth is too dry.
In the next moment, his hot, wet mouth is sliding over me, taking me deep.
I don’t know how he can do that, take all of me, but he’s never gagged, not once, and the feeling of him enveloping me is beyond anything I could ever describe.
He takes me all the way, until the head is in his throat, then swallows, and a moan bursts out of me, loud in the silence.
I cast a quick glance at the door, hoping nobody heard.
Who am I kidding? Of course someone heard.
David slowly pulls off, using his tongue to explore every inch of me as he does.
I know he’s fascinated by the ridges on my dick, because he’s spent a lot of time examining them up close.
He’s learned where I’m most sensitive and the best way to handle me to maximize both our pleasure.
And now he uses all that knowledge to his advantage.
I’m not going to last long.
It only takes three more of those tortuously slow thrusts to have me whimpering, and on the fourth retreat, David seals his lips just below the head and sucks .
When my vision clears, David is back in his chair, calmly ripping open the paper bag that came with our coffee. I blink a few times, trying to regain clarity.
“You got cake?” I croak. This really is a day for surprises.
He smiles at me, and it’s so warm and tender and indulgent that I lean over and kiss him before he can answer. I can taste myself in his mouth, and the intimacy of it warms me. One kiss leads to another, slow, loving, sweet kisses—then I remember that I came, but he didn’t.
“Would you like me to—” What’s that word he used the other night? “—jerk you?” I ask against his mouth. I feel it curl into a smile before he pulls back.
“No, I think I want to build the anticipation. Besides, we’re not going to have too much more time before someone comes to check on us, and if they catch us in the middle of a handjob, we’ll hear about it until the end of time.”
I nod, my mind skipping ahead to tonight, when the anticipation will be satisfied, and all the things I can do to show him how amazing and worthy and loved he is.
“Wait, is someone coming to check on us?” I take the chunk of cake he passes me and put it in my mouth. Mmmm… lemon. My favorite. He always spoils me like this.
“Count on it. Andrew will have gone back to the office in a pissy mood, maybe ranting a bit. We’re all nosy, so whoever’s there will demand to know what his problem is.
He’ll tell them my parents were here and they upset me so much that you and I didn’t go to the meeting, and now they’re all sitting there wondering if I’m having a breakdown.
Eventually, one of them will crack—I’d put money on it being Sam first—and insist that someone come and find us to make sure I’m okay.
” He calmly sips his coffee, then pulls a face. “Cold. What a waste.”
“I’ll go get you another one,” I offer. That will also give me a chance to duck into the office and tell everyone he’s fine.
He shakes his head. “Don’t bother. Let’s just enjoy this break before we have to get back to work.” He slides his hand over and wraps it around mine. “Are we okay? I mean… this has all been about my feelings. What about you?”
I lift his hand to press it against my cheek.
I love the sensation of his skin on mine.
“I won’t ever lie to you. It hurt me that you ever thought I could be like them.
” He tenses, and I hurry on. “But I understand why. We’re still getting to know each other, and you didn’t have the certainty of having seen how perfect my soul is for yours. ”
He raises a brow. “We have paired souls? I thought you couldn’t see that for yourself.”
“I can’t.” I shake my head. “But others can. The king was the first person to reassure me.”
David laughs suddenly. “Is that why he was being all strange when I met him the first time? Gideon was worried you were all plotting to kill us.”
The sound that comes out of my mouth is a snort-cough-laugh. “No. King Raeulfr was ready to throw a party in your honor—and he probably would have bonded us right then if we wanted.” I pause. “So… did you mean what you said? About us being… boyfriends?” I stumble somewhat on the unfamiliar word.
David slides his hand free of mine and turns it to cup my cheek, then leans over and kisses me, his mouth warm and soft against mine.
“Yes. If you’re happy with that. I know I’m not the easiest person to live with, and I’m sorry, more sorry than I can ever say, that I ever believed you were anything like them.
I’m sorry I let old fears control me. And I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner that I have feelings for you.
What’s between us is not just sex.” He kisses me again.
Someone knocks on the door, and a second later, it opens. I pull back from David’s kiss just as Sam pokes his head around the door.
“Sorry to interr— Oh! Oh man, I’m really sorry to interrupt,” he says, cheeks going slightly pink. I’m not sure if that’s because we were obviously kissing or because it smells like sex in here.
David chuckles, and my heart sings. I love hearing such happy sounds from him. “I told you Sam would crack first. Come in, Sammy.”
Sam enters and closes the door behind him. His gaze tracks over the remnants of cake on the table and the way we’re huddled close together. It drops, jerks away, and his face flames. “Uh, you might want to…” He gestures to my crotch and studies the ceiling.
Oops. I never tucked myself in after David sucked my brains out through my cock. I attend to it now and refasten my pants while David snickers.
“It’s safe to look,” I say, and Sam cautiously lowers his gaze.
“Are you okay?” he asks David. “Andrew said your parents stopped by and were douchenuggets.”
The translator spell fails completely on that word, and I interrupt before David can reply. “Douchenuggets?”
“Uh…” David and Sam exchange glances. “I can’t remember what other slang we’ve talked about. Assholes?”
“Ah.” I nod. “Yes. Assholes are detestable people. A douchenugget is like an asshole?”
Sam wobbles his hand back and forth. “Somewhat. On my personal scale, a douchenugget is worse than an asshole. After all, assholes at least serve a purpose.”
“Let’s not get into this now,” David says before I can ask more questions. “You should ask Noah,” he suggests to me. “He has an incredible vocabulary of slang slurs.”
I make a mental note to do so as David turns back to Sam. “And yeah, my parents were here, and they brought their full arsenal of douchebaggery.”
I note that word to ask Noah about too.
“But I’m okay.”
Sam narrows his eyes. “Are you sure?”
David sighs. “Well, I wasn’t. But my boyfriend here took care of me, and I know those people can’t screw with my life anymore, so…” He shrugs.
Sam looks from him to me and then back again. A grin spreads slowly across his face. “Boyfriend?”
“I pulled my head out of my ass.” David takes my hand and kisses it.
“YES!” Sam pumps his fist. “Yes!” He tackles David in a hug, then reaches an arm out and pulls me into it too. “I’m so happy,” he says, his voice muffled against my shoulder.
I pat him on the back. “I will give you anything you want if you wait a few hours before telling Alistair or Dustin,” I promise him. I want some time to bask in this, and that won’t happen with either of them following me around crowing and asking intrusive questions.
“Deal,” Sam says promptly, breaking the hug. “But then I get to tell everyone. You can’t preempt me.”
“Fuck my life,” David mutters as he begins clearing away the remains of our snack.
“We won’t say a word,” I affirm, sticking out my hand for Sam to shake and seal the deal. That’s an Earth mannerism I quite enjoy.