Chapter 7
Chapter Seven
Elijah
ELIJAH TENSED. This game was already revealing a lot, and he feared it would only get worse soon.
He lobbed out an easy one, he hoped. “Never have I ever had an orgy.”
Only Mylo put a finger down and drank. Then he gaped in horror at the rest of them. “Seriously? Do I need to steer this camping trip in a very different direction?”
Lukas patted his thigh and issued a simple, “No.”
“Can’t believe I’m the only one here who has any fun,” Mylo muttered into his beer.
Disaster averted. Elijah relaxed for an instant, then it was Lukas’s turn. He also went easy on everyone with a simple, “Never have I ever gone to a strip club.”
Jude groaned and put down a finger at the same time Ty did.
“It was just that one time in Portland,” he protested.
“It was so weird,” Ty said.
“Traitor,” Jude shot at him.
“What? What am I supposed to do at a strip club, dude?”
“Have a drink with your best friend and be supportive? Bisexuality is a thing.”
“Pretty sure not every bi dude goes to strip clubs.”
“Whatever. It sucked anyway,” Jude grumbled into his beer.
Elijah almost laughed at Jude’s discomfort, but then the game moved on to Mylo.
“Never have I ever,” he said, his grin devious. He looked like a fisher reeling in his catch. Elijah just had to hope it was someone else on the hook and not him.
“Worn a toy in public.”
A beat of silence. Perhaps everyone was as surprised as Elijah that this wasn’t in Mylo’s repertoire.
Then Ty shot a look at Elijah, and Elijah knew he couldn’t lie his way out of this. He groaned and put down a finger.
Mylo leapt to his feet and pointed at Elijah. His eyes were wide. Hell, everyone’s eyes were wide. Mylo was practically dancing, Lukas’s efforts to pull him down to sitting going completely ignored.
“Reed!” Mylo shouted, way too loud in the quiet campground. “Explain! Now!”
Elijah was not getting out of this. He groaned, hanging his head, and pried the words from his chest.
“So there was this one comp...”
ELIJAH COULD NOT BELIEVE he’d agreed to this. He had to be some kind of idiot. Yet here he sat, shifting carefully, trying to move gingerly but not too gingerly. He checked around himself as he settled in his seat in the audience, but no one was paying him much attention. The rest of Team USA was either staring expectantly at the climbing route up on the stage or playing on their phones. Coaches, fans and any athlete who hadn’t made it into finals clustered around Elijah, all of them oblivious.
The announcer called out the names of the athletes who’d be competing. Everyone ran onto the stage, waving at the crowd. A timer beeped and they turned around to survey the fifteen-meter wall awaiting them. A few climbers took out binoculars to get a better look at the holds high up on the climb.
Ty’s attention remained a bit closer to the ground.
He was checking out the climb with the others, but every now and then his eyes slid toward Elijah and his hand snaked into his pocket. Elijah could have sworn he smiled in those moments. With Ty only a few steps away past a barrier, Elijah was fucking positive he smiled. The bastard.
This was insane. This was completely insane.
Elijah gripped the edges of his seat, fully prepared to leap up and leave before this could get worse.
Then the toy vibrated inside him.
He gasped before he could stop himself. The butt plug wasn’t super large, but its vibration pulsed through him, teasing his prostate.
Elijah hunched forward, pretending to reach down to the ground for a water bottle. He stayed that way for several long seconds, breathing hard, willing his heart and his cock to settle.
Thankfully, Ty let the torture end there. His hand slid out of his pocket, a pocket Elijah had never noticed before this day. What was the range on that thing? Could Ty use it while he was back in isolation or did he need to be this close?
Elijah feared to find out.
He tensed, but Ty must have been getting ready because he didn’t hit that dreaded button again, and the toy inside Elijah remained silent throughout the first two climbers’ attempts. He very nearly relaxed.
Jude came out to climb. Elijah prepared to cheer him on, but the moment the crowd roared for a fancy jump Jude made, that toy stirred to life again. Elijah’s cheer turned into a yelp. He hoped the shouting of the people around him covered the sound, but he didn’t have much ability to worry about it. The toy was pulsing inside him, a vibrating heartbeat teasing his prostate and exciting his cock all over again.
“Fuck,” he groaned, hunching forward, trying to hide himself.
At some point, he would need to get up. He’d strategically selected baggy shorts today, but they could only do so much.
Elijah gritted his teeth and willed himself to calm down. Jude fell off the wall. The crowd groaned. The vibrating stopped.
Elijah didn’t realize he was panting until the toy quieted. The people around him had to be noticing his strange behavior, but he dared not sit up straighter to find out. That would only confirm what they likely suspected.
He was going to kill Ty after this.
Sure, Elijah had agreed to the idea, but only after Ty had done a lot of convincing. Elijah knew this would be a bad idea, a really bad idea, an absolutely terrible, disastrous idea. He had himself under control, but his cock was not going to entirely relax, not until it got what it needed. And what it needed was the smirking, grinning man with that controller in his pocket.
You better be ready to deal with the consequences of this, Ty. He had to realize what he was doing to Elijah, how every little buzz of that toy dragged Elijah closer to the edge, how pent up and desperate Elijah would be by the end of this competition. Hell, he was probably counting on it. He better have been counting on it. Elijah wouldn’t even make it back to their hotel room in this state.
Elijah remained hunched over as the competition wore on. The toy buzzed here and there, usually in time with some reaction from the crowd. But as Ty’s turn to climb neared, the toy went quiet.
He’s warming up. He’s distracted. Oh Christ, finally.
Elijah’s relief was short-lived. When the toy stopped, Elijah found himself aching for it. He hadn’t realized how steady those beats had been. They were like sips of water for a parched throat. Now, Elijah was simply parched, desperate for some sort of relief, teetering on the edge with release out of reach. After Ty, there were still two more climbers. At best, Elijah would be waiting half an hour, maybe even more.
He barely saw Ty’s climb. He heard the crowd cheer, heard them groan when Ty fell, saw Ty wave and head off the stage. But Elijah’s mind was consumed with counting down the minutes, with tamping down the heartbeat throbbing in his half-hard cock, with figuring out what he was going to do with this when he had to get up.
A hoodie. He’d brought a hoodie with him. It was a warm, bright day, but cold air could gust down from the mountains, even during summer. He shifted gingerly in his seat, tying the hoodie around his waist and arranging it to cover him up even as another climber fell from the wall.
Only one left. One left, then he could get Ty out of here and take care of this.
What if Ty won? What if people wanted him for interviews? What if he had to do the medal ceremony and all of that fanfare?
Never in his life had Elijah rooted so hard against a climber. If Ty was stuck here for all the post-comp stuff…
The final climber fell off the wall. Elijah dug out his cell phone in trembling hands and checked the standings.
Second place.
Elijah barely bit back a groan. It was okay. This was okay. He was going to be o—
The toy buzzed inside him, and Elijah very nearly yelped. Some of the crowd was filtering out, but plenty of people were hanging around for the ceremony, a ceremony Ty had to participate in.
I am going to murder him.
Somehow, Ty had gotten his hands back on the remote controlling the toy. It buzzed, short little beats, like warning flares shot into the sky. It was Ty who needed a warning, though. The second Elijah got his hands on that man, he would…
He would…
He wasn’t even sure what he’d do. His mind was full of buzzing, full of the echoes of the vibrations teasing his ass. He suddenly suspected he wouldn’t be doing much of anything, that even when they were alone he’d be completely at Ty’s mercy.
He couldn’t wait.
Elijah shambled to his feet. The ceremony wasn’t quite over, but he didn’t care. He knew where Ty would go as soon as he was off that stage, and Elijah would be waiting. Waiting and squirming, most likely.
Ty’s eyes followed Elijah as he worked his way through the crowd, slightly hunched and keeping his hoodie carefully draped around his waist. Jesus, this was pathetic. Absolutely pathetic and ridiculous. He was too old for this kind of nonsense. Yet when that toy gave him another little buzz, it felt more like a promise than anything resembling shame.
Elijah kept his head down and moved as quickly as he could toward the isolation area behind the stage. He wasn’t actually sneaking backstage, but the isolation area connected to the public climbing gym behind the competition stage. Elijah slipped into the building as quickly and quietly as he could, then made directly for the hallway that housed the bathrooms.
There, he waited against a wall, pretending to look at something on his phone and using that as an excuse to stand hunched over. It was a struggle not to cross his legs and squirm, especially as the toy gave him another promising little jolt of activity.
Someone passed him. Elijah jerked his head up, but it wasn’t Ty. They disappeared into one of the bathrooms after a curious look back at him.
Elijah really should have cared about that look. He really should have cared that he was so obviously acting strange. But very little was breaking through the haze of lust that had settled over his brain like a weighted blanket.
“Looking a little flushed there, Reed. Don’t tell me you caught a stomach bug.”
Elijah jerked his head up again. And there, like an angel descending out of the heavens, was Ty. He wore a devious smirk and one hand lingered purposefully in his pocket.
Elijah should have snarled something at him, should have been furious, should have retorted with a sobering remark. Instead, he grabbed Ty by the front of his shirt and dragged him into the nearest all-gender restroom.
Elijah shoved the door shut and locked it. The gym had multiple single-person all-gender restrooms instead of one or two big restrooms with stalls. Elijah could have wept with gratitude for that design choice. It left him finally, finally alone with the man who’d been torturing him for going on two hours now.
“You,” Elijah growled.
He meant to add more. He meant to add so much more. But his throat clogged up with need the moment he spoke, and judging by Ty’s smile, he knew it.
“Up against the wall, Reed,” Ty said. “I’ll take care of you.”
Elijah came dangerously close to sighing. He should have had more self-respect than that, but it was damn near impossible after being edged for so long. Instead, he went to the wall as instructed and braced his hands against it.
Ty was behind him immediately. To his credit, the teasing ended then. From the feel of what Ty ground against Elijah, Ty was nearly as wound up from this as Elijah was. Thank god. Elijah couldn’t even articulate all he needed right now, but Ty knew him, knew him so well that Elijah let himself relax at last, sinking into Ty’s touch, into his expert hands.
Ty reached around Elijah to undo his shorts. He let them fall to the floor, then Elijah’s boxer briefs with them. Elijah had wanted something a bit more snug for the toy, not that it had actually mattered in the end.
“I’m tempted to leave this,” Ty said, pushing gently at the toy. “It looks good in you.”
“Ty,” Elijah gasped, a plea and a warning all at once. There was no fucking way he was leaving this in any longer. He needed… He needed…
Ty laughed. “Relax, I’ve teased you plenty for today.”
For today. Elijah might have had something to say about that, but he heard Ty pushing down his climbing pants, heard a condom wrapper tearing, heard lube squelching. Where the hell had Ty even hidden all that? His bag. His bag was sitting on the floor. Elijah hadn’t even noticed it, he’d been so single-minded in getting them here.
Elijah groaned as Ty tugged on the base of the plug inside him. Ty pulled it out slowly, clearly drawing this out, taking his time, torturing Elijah. Elijah felt empty and shaky when it was gone. The plug fell to the floor, and Ty pressed up close against Elijah’s back, his cock heavy where it ground against him.
“Let’s get you what you need, yeah?” Ty said, silky and low at Elijah’s ear.
“Yeah,” Elijah huffed, already panting.
His body was on fire, every nerve screeching. Ty angled his cock at Elijah, whose hole was loose and lubed from the toy. Ty had stroked even more lube onto himself. It barely even felt necessary with Elijah so eager and needy. When Ty pushed, Elijah was ready for him, so achingly ready for him. Ty slid in easily, and Elijah grunted from the feeling of being full in a new way after so long with the toy.
Ty’s cock ground over Elijah’s prostate on its way inside. Elijah squeezed his eyes shut, shuddering from the bliss of having that spot toyed with once again. Except this time it wasn’t a tease. This time Elijah didn’t have to stop his cock from jutting up at his belly. This time he could moan and sink into the sensation slamming into every over-excited nerve.
“Fuck, you took me so good,” Ty said.
He held Elijah by the hips and started to sway, searching for a rhythm. It wasn’t hard to find, especially when Elijah pressed his hands against the wall before him and pushed his hips back at Ty, moving with him, encouraging him deeper, groaning and grunting every time his dick dove inside.
In mere moments, Ty’s hips were slapping against Elijah’s ass, his cock buried deep. Elijah gritted his teeth, dimly aware that there were people outside the door of this bathroom and he should be quiet. It was difficult keeping his voice below a shout, however. The toy had primed him to leap to the edge, and he was barely holding himself back after only a few thrusts. Ty was going to think he was pathetic, but Ty hadn’t sat through an entire comp with that damn plug vibrating inside him.
“Shh,” Ty said, as though he could hear Elijah’s whirling thoughts. “It’s okay. I know. You can come.”
His fingers dug into Elijah’s hips as he pounded in harder. A yelp escaped Elijah’s throat. Elijah reached frantically for his cock. Now that he had permission, there was nothing left to hold him back, nothing left to protect him from that blinding edge he’d been tap dancing along for so, so, so long today.
“Mmm, yeah,” Ty said.
His hips stuttered, sloppy and rushed. Surely, he couldn’t be as close as Elijah. It was impossible. Yet as Elijah stroked himself, Ty groaned deeper and his thrusting became frantic.
Elijah couldn’t worry about it anymore. He was too close, his eyes squeezed so tightly shut little pops of color burst before him. His entire body trembled, need burning through him the more Ty pummeled his ass.
He barely moved his hand, but it was still like a firework show going off inside him. A few pumps and the rest of the gym be damned — he couldn’t possibly swallow down the moan that surged through him as his body finally released.
It was like a rubber band breaking. All the tension that had built up over the course of an interminably long day was there one moment and gone the next. Elijah gasped as his legs tried to go out from under him, as though his bones had melted down into goop. He leaned heavily against the wall as relief flowed through and out of him, some of it splattering against the wall. Dimly, he was aware of Ty continuing behind him, but that didn’t last too long before he groaned and gripped Elijah’s hips tightly.
Ty slumped against Elijah’s back, breathing raggedly and still hard inside him. They stayed like that as Ty gradually softened, the wall doing more to keep them upright than either of their exhausted bodies.
“Holy shit,” Ty said. “That was so incredible.”
Elijah couldn’t summon any words. It felt like years of tension had drained out of him in this one hasty fuck. He couldn’t have gotten here without all that teasing, all that long, long, agonizing buildup. It had been torture, but torture of the most exquisite kind.
Ty kissed his shoulder. “I really hope no one heard that, but even if they did, that was so damn worth it. Let’s clean up and get out of here.”
He eased out of Elijah. This time, the ache of emptiness was a pleasant one as satiation washed through him in waves.
They cleaned up as much as they could, including by wiping off the wall. Elijah very nearly felt human again by the time they had restored the bathroom and themselves to order.
“So, when do you want to do that again?” Ty said before they could make their escape.
Elijah shot him a look. “You are never edging me that long ever again.”
“So that’s a yes as long as the edging is shorter. Got it.”
Ty flashed a toothy grin, and Elijah, cursing himself, could not bring himself to disagree.
ELIJAH HUNCHED FORWARD and hung his head as he finished the story. Yes, he was embarrassed. Massively embarrassed. Soul-crushingly embarrassed.
But…
That story was also super hot. The memory sizzled through Elijah. Even as he attempted to grumble and complain, he had to confess that part of his hunching was not purely out of shame. That toy had felt good. Ty teasing him had felt good. Ty relieving the tension had felt even better. And now Elijah couldn’t stop thinking about it, even as the climbers around him gaped at the audacity of his story.
Slow clapping rang on the other side of the campfire.