At the Forest’s Edge
~ Part Two ~
by Amara Lebel
Based on the tale of Little Red Riding Hood
It was agony. Every time he laid eyes on that boy his heart ached. He wanted him, always had. Yet Jake knew the consequences of his kind taking a life partner. It never worked out. Someone always ended up hurt, or worse, dead.
The norm for most of his kin was to satisfy their baser needs with a quick fuck – use them and leave them basically. But that didn’t sit well with Jake. It was something he didn’t even want to contemplate. He could never bring himself to use Elliot like that. The younger man was innocent in so many ways, different from any other Jake had ever met in his long life.
It was as if Elliot had stepped from the pages of a fairy tale.
He was beautiful. His pale, befreckled skin and red hair made him stand out everywhere he went. His coffee coloured eyes were always sparkling with warmth, and his smile was beguiling. Perfect white teeth, soft dusky coloured lips. So many times, Jake had imagined pressing his own mouth to Elliot’s, to finally discover if he tasted as good as he smelled. Would his kiss be tart or spicy? Would it heat Jake’s body as thoroughly as the sound of his laugh? Would his flesh be as soft as it looked, and would it sear Jake to the bone?
“Dammit!” His body reacted at the thought. Jake wanted so badly to be a male worthy of Elliot’s love. But no matter how much he craved it, he knew deep in his soul that he couldn’t be the kind of person Elliot needed.
His way of life guaranteed that.
Jake had been born into a family of hunters. Breed from the best of the best. Trained to hunt and kill from the moment he took his first step. He was human, yet at the same time, he was so much more. He was Domovoi – a protector. It was his duty to save the weak from that which resided in darkness, that which would harm them. He tracked down evil spirits and demons alike, and he tore them from this realm. It was why he found himself in this unassuming village of rural France. Jake had followed a great evil here, one which had lured many a young man and woman into the nearby woods to feast on their flesh and debauch their souls.
It was because of this fiend that he now found himself racing through the thick maze of French oak. The demon was free of its mask, and it had found its prey.
Jake’s heart thundered in his chest, a first for him. He had never felt panic before, never experienced worry or fear. Yet now, knowing that the beast was about to strike, and who exactly it had caught tight within its clutches, caused his emotions to run amok. “Elliot.”
That damned monster had Elliot. But how? How had that happened? Jake had remained so close to his love, he had kept the younger man in his sights the entire time. One moment he was debating whether he should give up his hiding place to assist Elliot following his crash, and in the next, he was standing before a large abused tree trunk with his axe clutched within a tight fist. An illusion? The beast must be stronger than he had anticipated. It must have tricked his mind in to believing something other than what was truly happening.
And because of his weakness, Elliot was about to die.
Adrenaline surging, Jake ran faster. He slashed out at tree branches and vines with his axe, uncaring of whatever he was trampling underfoot. All that mattered was getting to Elliot in time. If anything happened to that male, he wouldn’t be able to continue.
An almighty howl wretched the air, sending birds rocketing into the sky as the trees bent and arched wildly in response. Jake heard a hush word echo on the wind, one word, nothing more, and that word was enough to strengthen his body and mind as nothing else in this world ever had before. Elliot was calling out for him.
With a roar of his own, Jake burst from the high shrubbery, battle-axe at the ready. He landed mere feet from the demon – a grotesque beast resembling neither man nor wolf but a nightmarish mixture of the two. It stood tall on hind legs bulked with muscle. Its black hair was matted and wild. Its face humanoid with the long snarling snout of an animal. Long canines dripped with drool stained red from blood. Who’s blood? Jake’s eyes snapped to Elliot, taking in his condition. He was unconscious, yet there were no obvious wounds, nor could he scent his loves blood. The beast had either hurt itself, or someone else. Not that it mattered.
Tightening his hold on his axe, Jake attacked. He swung his weapon in a wide arc, aiming for the demon’s neck. It ducked, falling to all fours as it scampered out of the way. Its slobbering jaws parted on what he assumed was a grin, panted breaths misted around its grotesque visage. Jake raged, he wanted it dead, and now. “Come, beast. Meet your end.”
As if taunting him, the demon made to cower, yet as Jake lifted the axe to strike again, it pounced. Its front paws landed on Jake’s shoulders with great force, knocking him to the ground. Before he could buck it off, it snapped its teeth at him, sinking its long canines into his flesh. Jake roared, swinging his axe once more. This time his weapon made contact, slicing through fur and flesh and embedding itself between the demon’s shoulder blades.
It howled in rage, biting down harder, snapping Jake’s collar bone in the process. His vision blurred, winking in and out of darkness, but he refused to give up. He needed to end this in order to save his love.
With more strength than he thought possible at that moment, Jake kicked up and out sending the demon flying across the small clearing. It hit a tree, the impact forcing the axe deeper into its flesh. The monster flayed and cried out, trying desperately to free the blade from its back. It was futile. The only one who could pull the enchanted weapon free was Jake.
Struggling to his feet, Jake ignored the pain in his shoulder. He chanced a quick glance at Elliot who was still laying on his side by the tree trunk. His beautiful coffee coloured eyes were open, and wide from shock. His skin was pasty, a fine sheen of sweat covering his brow. Jake wanted to go to him, comfort him, but now was not the time. Forcing himself onward, he made his way across the dirt packed path toward the demon. It hissed at him, snapping its teeth like a caged animal. Jake growled in anger, snapping his own teeth at the beast. “You tried to take from me, demonot. Now you die.”
Calling on the remainder of his strength, Jake jumped atop the beast. He fisted the handle of his axe and pulled, tearing it free with one hard tug. The demon roared, more human than animal, as it tried to buck Jake off. It snapped at him, trying to get a hold of his leg, but he wasn’t for having it. Rolling free of the beasts back, Jake jumped to his feet, axe raised and ready to strike. He brought the heavy weapon down with all his might. It sliced into the demon’s nape, but not deep enough.
Elliot gaged, yet Jake couldn’t chance giving him any of his attention right now. Lifting his foot, he placed it against the demon’s side using it as leverage to help yank his weapon free. He didn’t give the monster before him the time to recover. He struck again and again, blood and flesh spraying his face and arms as he hacked the damned fiend to pieces. He struck repeatedly, over and over again until the satisfying twin thuds of its head and body hitting the ground separately reverberated around the clearing.
Dropping his axe, Jake sagged where he stood. His breaths came hard and fast, his muscles aching and the wound on his shoulder throbbing. He was in complete and utter pain. Yet even so, relief washed through him, it was done. Elliot was safe. Eyes heavy, Jake turned to glance over his shoulder. The man in question was sitting upright against the tree, his entire frame trembling. He was terrified. Jake’s heart ached. “Elliot?”
“Non. Reste là. Stay there.”
Jake’s heart sunk. Would his love turn from him, abandon him, now that he knew the truth? He hoped not. He needed Elliot, even if they couldn’t be together as he wished, for his own sanity, he had to remain by the man’s side. “Please, let me–”
Elliot silenced him with a wave of his hand. Jake watched, heart racing, as he stood to shaky legs. “Did you know what that thing was?” Jake nodded, not trusting his own voice right now. “Have you always known these things exist?” Another question, another curt nod in response. Elliot eyed him suspiciously, yet even so, he slowly walked toward Jake and the felled demon. “Have you killed many, of those things, I mean.”
This time, Jake spoke his reply, his voice huskier than usual. “Yes. I have killed many, it is what I’ve been trained to do.”
Elliot nodded, easing closer to inspect the demon. “A hunter. Of course.” He chuckled, yet it held no humour. “Tell me something, Jake, has anything you have ever told me been true?”
Jake swallowed hard, reaching out as if to clasp Elliot’s trembling hand within his own. The other man noticed, and he discreetly tucked his hands into the pockets of his shorts. He was closing down, pulling away. Jake would not allow that. “It was all true. I have never lied to you, Red.” Licking his lips, Jake moved closer to the man he loved, his brows furrowed. “There are some things I just couldn’t tell you. Things like this.” He pointed at the corpse by their feet, and Elliot shuddered before moving away.
“I. . . I believe you.” His words were whispered, barely audible, but Jake heard them as clear as if they had been shouted. He relaxed, his relief returning once more. “I understand your need to keep these kinds of things secret. But–”
Jake waited for him to finish, yet when nothing more came, he asked curiously, “But?”
Elliot turned tear rimmed eyes on him, and his heart stopped. “I hate that you had to live with those secrets. I hate that you couldn’t be yourself with us, with me. I’m sorry, Jake. Je suis désolé.” This man, he was so damn beautiful, not only in form but in heart.
Unable to hold himself back, Jake closed the distance between them in the blink of an eye. He threw his arms around the younger man, squeezing him against his chest in a tight embrace. Elliot sniffled, wrapping his own arms around Jake to hold him in return. “Don’t apologise for things out of your control. I’m fine with my life. I can deal with the secrets and loneliness. Or at least, I thought I could be okay with it.” Elliot stiffened in his arms, as if anticipating Jake’s next words. His own heart began to speed up in response. “Until I met you, that is.”
Elliot heaved a sigh, burying his face in Jake’s shoulder as a sob broke free of his chest. Jake’s heart clenched at the sound. It hurt. It hurt more than the gaping wound on his shoulder. Without thinking, he cupped Elliot’s face in both hands and eased his face upward. Their eyes met, his russet coloured ones and Elliot’s much warmer golden irises. They stood there, staring at each other in silence for a long minute before Jake slowly lowered his face to Elliot’s. He was giving the man a chance to stop him, to end this before one of them got hurt. Yet he simple closed his eyes, accepting what Jake wanted to give him.
On a groan, he closed the distance between their eager mouths. Soft lips pressing together as their panted breaths mingled. “Gods.” Jake had been right. Elliot’s lips were as soft as cushions and smooth as silk. Needing more, he tilted his head, slanting his mouth over Elliot’s so that he could slip his tongue inside for that long-awaited taste of heaven. His love opened for him, his tongue sneaking out to meet his own. On contact, Jake’s legs buckled. If Elliot had not been holding onto his so tightly, he would have fallen to his knees right there and then. There were no words to describe how glorious Elliot tasted. No words.
Panting, Jake reluctantly pulled back. He stared down at Elliot, his feelings for the man strengthening with each passing second. “Red, I–” What did he want to say? Was he seriously going to tell the man that he loved him, only to have to leave him later? No. He wouldn’t do that. He couldn’t.
“Oui, Jake. Tell me, no matter what it is, I want to hear it.” Elliot stared up at him with huge, hopeful eyes. Was he aware of Jake’s feelings? No, it wasn’t possible. But, then, why was he looking at him like that? Did Elliot. . . did they feel the same way about each other?
Jake sighed, dropping his head until their foreheads touched. Nerves bombarded him, but he was unable to deny Elliot’s request. “Elliot, I’m sorry for keeping things from you. I only did it to protect you. If anyone discovered that you knew these things, or how I felt about you, it would place you in danger. I never wanted to lock you out, I only wish to keep you safe.” When he didn’t continue, warm hands cupped his jaw. Jake met Elliot’s eyes once more. So much compassion, and encouragement, and. . . was that, love?
“Merci, Jake, for protecting me. For always being there, and for keeping me safe. I appreciate it, and I love you for that.”
Jake’s jaw dropped. He’d said it. He’d said he loved him. Pleasure the likes of which he had never experienced before assailed him. His body burned, reacting to those words and readying for his love. Jake chuckled, his heart aching for a completely different reason now. “You love me?” Elliot’s cheeks turned the sexiest shade of red as he nodded. “Say it. Tell me you love me, Red. Please, say it.”
Licking his lips, Elliot smiled up at him. “I love you, Jake. Always have.”
“As I love you, Red.” Before the shock had registered on the other man’s face, Jake had swooped in and stolen his breath away with a passion filled kiss. The moaned in unison, clinging to each other, until Jake couldn’t take any more. “I need you. All of you.”
Elliot nodded, caressing Jake’s jaw lovingly. “Oui, moi aussi. But not here, and not now. You are injured.” Concern shining in those beautiful eyes of his, Elliot stepped back out of Jake’s embrace. “Let’s get you home and treated.”
Jake was about to argue, he’d be healed by morning, but he could tell that Elliot would have none of it. And to be honest, he wanted to have the man make a fuss over him. “Okay, my jeep parked at the forest’s edge. I’ll come back for your Vespa when I’ve healed.”
This time, it was Elliot who knew better than to argue, he simply smiled up at Jake before wrapping an arm about his waist. “Lean on me. I’ll support you.” Who knew that such simple words could hold so much meaning. Jake draped his uninjured arm over his love’s shoulders and allowed the man to walk him back to the jeep. They left the corpse behind, it too, could wait till morning. It wasn’t as if anyone would be brave enough to venture here at nightfall anyway. When they reached the end of the forest, Elliot sighed in relief, his hold on Jake tightening, as if he feared he’d disappear now that they’d left the forest behind.
“I’m not going anywhere, Red. I promise.” And he meant it. Jake had made the decision the second he laid eyes on Elliot unconscious and vulnerable in front of that demon. Living here, so close to these cursed woods, his love was in danger whether Jake remained by his side or not. And if he were going to remain here in order to protect him, then why not stay as his lover, his partner. Why deprive himself, or Elliot?
“I’m glad to hear it.” Opening the way into the jeep, Elliot released Jake and helped him inside. His entire body ached and throbbed not that the adrenaline was leaving his body. His stomach rolled, and he wanted to vomit. He was sure he passed out at some stage on the route home, for when he woke, he found himself staring at an unfamiliar ceiling. “Ah, you’re awake.”
Elliot’s beautiful face came into view, his eyes were bright and his smile as radiant as ever. “Um, where am I?”
“You’re at my place. My apartment, not the bakery.” The love of his life smiled again, this one accompanied by a loving caress along the jaw. “You’ve been asleep for a while now, but there is no rush to get up. You need to heal. I’ll be here waiting for you, mon coeur.”
Jake sighed contently, closing his eyes once more.
When he woke this time, it was dark. Light shone in from the open window, illuminating the small but homely room. The smell of fresh bread and his favourite seasonal vegetable soup scented the air. Yet it was the comforting heat by his side which held his attention. Elliot was curled up on side, his face mere inches from Jake’s where he lay on the bed next to him. Gods, the man was so damn beautiful. He could not be real. He truly was the thing of fairy tales. An impossible dream come true.
“How long are you going to stare at me like that?” Elliot’s eyes opened slowly, his hand reaching up to stroke Jake’s face as he moved closer. “I’ve been waiting for you to join me again.” So. Damn. Beautiful.
“It pleases me greatly that you would wait for one as lowly as me.” The words were out of his mouth before he could stop them. Elliot glared, his gentle touches turned rough as he forced Jake to meet his stare.
“Don’t talk like that. You are an amazing male, a strong male, and I am the one who is left lacking.” Jake would argue that case, but his feisty Frenchman had other ideas. He fused their mouths together in a hard kiss, one which demanded and begged for more. Jake growled deep in his throat, wrapping himself around Elliot in order to deepen the kiss. They groaned and gasped, neither able to get enough of the other. His body reacted, hardening, just as Elliot’s had. Jake could feel the thick length against his hip, and he revelled in it.
“I must have you, but first, you must know of the monster you wish to bed.” As difficult as it was, Jake forced himself to calm. He reluctantly pulled back, moving to sit against the headboard. Elliot followed suit, snuggling into his side so that he could rest his head upon Jake’s now healed shoulder.
“I doubt you’re a monster, Jake, and I doubt you could say anything right now which would frighten me off. But if you really need to do this, then I’ll listen.”
Gods, he loved this damn man so much. He just hoped Elliot still loved him by the time he was finished. “Okay, here goes. My real name is Jakov. I am Macedonian. I was born in 1953 in the village of Kičevo. My people date back all the way to ancient times when our tribe was birthed by Alexander the Great. He created my people, he ruled my people, and to this day we still live by his example – hunting down and exterminating the darkness which can so easily corrupt the light. His own greatness the victim of such monstrosities. It was my bloodlines duty to end his reign, and his suffering.” Jake glanced down at Elliot to try and judge his reaction, yet he couldn’t see his face. “I was ten years old the day I killed my first demon, and since then I have bloodied my hands with hundreds, maybe even thousands, more kills. I am a killing machine, born and breed to do nothing more than that.”
There, he said it, and the damn silence was killing him. Jake bit the inside of his cheek to stop himself from saying more. He didn’t want to force his feelings onto Elliot. It was Elliot’s choice now whether he wanted to be with a monster or not.
“So, what you’re telling me is that you are a demon hunter. And you were born to protect and serve.” Jake nodded, bending slightly to catch a glance of Elliot’s face. What he saw there made his heart swell. Tears lined those gorgeous eyes, and a smile graced his lips. “So, you’re basically telling me that my boyfriend is a superhero, right?” Elliot finally tilted his head upward to meet Jake’s anxious stare. “I can live with that. I mean, it’s kind of cool, non?”
Jake laughed, rolling on top of Elliot and pinning the smart-mouthed man beneath his straining body. “You don’t care about the rest? My age, my heritage? The fact that I’m a killer?” Elliot smiled that sweet smile of his as he shook his head.
“You do that to protect others from an enemy they don’t even know exists. I can’t flaw that, and neither will you. As for the rest, I can learn to live with your old man ways, father-time.”
With a shout of joy, Jake dived for Elliot’s mouth, claiming it hard and fast. “Gods, I love you, Red. And I’m about to show you exactly how much.”
He was dreaming. He had to be, otherwise Jake would not be pinning him to the mattress with his tongue in his mouth. Not that Elliot was complaining. Non, he was in heaven. How many times had he dreamed of this, of having Jake in his bed, naked, and loving him? It was unreal. They were chest-to-chest, their hearts beating in unison as they fought for breath between kisses. Their shafts pressed together, hard and throbbing, and Elliot delighted in the thickness he could feel rubbing between his thighs. He had always imagined that Jake would be well endowed, and he had been right. Mon Dieu, he wanted to see it, touch it.
As if sensing where his thoughts had gone, Jake rolled his hips, teasing Elliot. “You like that, Red? Want more?”
Elliot nodded, his hands roaming Jake’s bared back and ass as he did so. His skin was so taunt yet smooth. He felt amazing, and Elliot’s fingers twitched as his hands continued their exploration, until his fingertips grazed two heavy balls. “You’re totally naked. Why am I not naked?” Elliot wanted to drool. He wanted to tilt his head upward to lick and suck every inch of exposed flesh on his lover’s naked body.
Jake gasped, his hips thrusting forward as Elliot continued to caress his tight sac. “I, um. . . I can rectify that, Red.” Pulling away so that he could go up onto his knees, Jake began to tug Elliot’s clothing free of his body, discarding them at the side of the bed. Once he had him completely bared, his lover simply sat and stared. Elliot could feel his cheeks heat, and he wanted so badly to cover himself, but Jake ceased his hands before he could. “So many freckles. I want to count them all, trace each and every one with my tongue.”
With his hands placed on Elliot’s knees, Jake leaned down. The movement ensured that his large callused palms glided down along Elliot’s outer thighs until they rested on his hips. His touch left a fire in its wake, heating Elliot deliciously. His skin tingled, blood heating as his body readied for what was to come.
Suddenly, Elliot became hyper aware of the man before him. His touch, his scent, the sound of his voice as he husked words of praise between the light kisses he was currently pressing to Elliot’s pecs. It was better than Elliot could have ever imagined. Jake was a God, and the way he made him feel was almost too much to take. Almost.
On a groan, Elliot wrapped his arms around Jake, pulling him closer. His lover took the hint, pressing his weight down on him as he reclaimed Elliot’s mouth with a deep, passionate kiss. They lost themselves in that kiss, their breaths mingling as they swallowed each other’s grunts and groans of pleasure. The loving caresses from before now rough and desperate. Their hips rolled in unison, their throbbing shafts rubbing against each other causing a delicious friction. Elliot’s thighs trembled, his skin was slick with sweat. He had never experienced such bliss, and he was greedy for more. More of this man. All of him.
“I need to be inside you. Let me have you, Red.” Jake panted, his voice trembling with need.
Elliot swallowed hard. He was lost to his needs, he wanted this so bad. Yet, there was still a small niggling doubt in the back of his mind. He had never experienced intercourse before, so he was unsure if he would prefer to be on top, or the bottom. What if he couldn’t bear to be penetrated by another? Would he hurt Jake if he refused him? Would he ruin this? His heart ached, his mind going crazy with ‘what ifs.’ But before he could do or say anything to destroy their happy moment, Jake moved out of the cradle of Elliot’s thighs to sit on the bed next to him, and his panic soared. “Jake, I –”
“I’m not going anywhere. Just stay where you are, I’ll take care of you.” Elliot panted, clutching his chest as he watched Jake’s every move. His lover reached into the bedside drawer to retrieve a small tube of something. “Lube?” Elliot blushed, yet his eyes remained on Jake as he squirted a good helping of the clear liquid onto his palm. Jake smiled down at him, rubbing his hands together as he slowly climbed back up onto the bed to straddle Elliot’s thighs. “Relax, Red. I’m going to make sure you enjoy this.”
“I trust you. I do.” Elliot reached out to grip Jake’s thighs, stroking them lovingly as Jake reached down to caress Elliot’s hard shaft with his lube slickened palm. “Merd!” Elliot thrust up into the tight circle of his lover’s hand, savouring the feel of it. Jake squeezed, massaging Elliot’s cock, teasing him. He pumped his hand up and down, twisting it on the tip of Elliot’s cock before sliding it back down to grip the base. Over and over again, he stroked and teased until Elliot was writhing beneath him. “I need. . . want. . .Jake!”
Groaning, Jake lifted himself up and over Elliot, his hand continuing the glorious stroking on his shaft. Elliot moaned, as if in pain, needing more. He was ready. He could take it. He could–”
His thoughts were cut off as his cock was suddenly encased in what he could only describe as a searing hot glove. Elliot gasped, his back arching off the bed as he dug his fingers into his lover’s thighs. “Jake?”
The man in question groaned, rolling his hips as he slowly lowered himself down onto Elliot’s aching cock to the hilt. They both sat there, unmoving, for a long moment, before Jake leaned forward to pin Elliot’s hands over his head and thread their fingers together. He smiled, warmly, leaning close enough to press their foreheads together. “I love you, Red. I’d do anything for you. And I swear, I will always be by your side.”
With that, Jake began to move. He raised himself up, his tight ass clenching around Elliot’s slick shaft as he rode him slowly. He felt so damn good. Elliot groaned, thrusting upward, his shaft sliding deeper inside his lover. Jake moaned in response, rolling his hips sensually, grinding against the base of Elliot’s shaft. He wanted to take control, to ride his man hard, but it didn’t appear as if Jake was about to let him. He smirked down at Elliot, raising himself once more, sliding along Elliot’s cock to the tip, before slamming back down. Again, and again he done this, until they were both grunting with every downward glide.
“More. I need. . . more!” Elliot begged, and pleaded with Jake, his release close, but at the same time so out of reach. He craved more of his man, so much more. As if sensing his thoughts, Jake released Elliot’s hands. He clutched his face and kissed him hard. Their teeth clashed as Jake rode Elliot, but it didn’t stop them. They were desperate, kissing and groping each other. Elliot grabbed Jake’s ass, moving him faster along his shaft as he thrust upward meeting him stroke for stroke. He was close. So close.
“Elliot, fuck me harder!”
Moving quicker than he could have thought himself possible, Elliot rolled with Jake. The other man gasped in response, but as soon as Elliot thrust deep inside his tight ass, the shock turned to pleasure. He stared down at his lover, in awe. The expression on his handsome face, his defined musculature and the fine sheen of sweat on his tanned skin, was exquisite. Licking his lips, Elliot slowed his pace, taking the time to trail his finger-tips from Jake’s defined brows, down along his regal nose, then along his strong jaw and soft kissable lips. “You are so perfect to me. Je t’aime, Jakov.”
Jake smiled, his eyes so full of warmth and love as he eased up to place a kiss to Elliot’s lips. “As I do you. But I need you to move, Red. Now!”
Chuckling, Elliot kissed Jake again, rolling his hips to slide slow and deep in and out of his lover’s body. The way his muscles clenched around Elliot’s shaft had him groaning in bliss again and again. And with every thrust into that welcoming body, his speed increased until he was pistoning his hips, losing himself in sensation once more.
“Shit, Red. So. . . good. I’m going to–”
Jake roared out his release, wrapping his arms and legs about Elliot as his body spasmed and trembled. Elliot watched in awe, feeling empowered, knowing that he had caused this reaction. It encouraged him to continue, to give his man more, and to seek his own release.
Going up on his knees, Elliot clutched Jake’s thighs, bending him over bodily against the bed. It changed their position, giving Elliot better access to that tight ass which was giving him so much pleasure. “Mon Dieu! So tight.” Growling, Elliot pushed forward, sinking deep. Tightening his hold on his lover’s thighs he thrust forward, repeatedly, panting and grunting until he, too, found his release. He could feel a tingle in his lower back as his sac tightened. And then his shaft kicked and jerked, as he spilled his seed in Jake’s sweet ass. “Putain, Jake!”
On a roar, Elliot arched his back, slowly rolling his hips until he was completely and utterly spent. He collapsed on top of Jake, a smile gracing his face. So much pleasure. The likes of which he had never experienced, assailed him. His entire body shook, his muscles tensed and throbbed deliciously. He could barely breathe, yet he loved the sensation. He was blissed out, laying atop the man of his fantasies, panting, his heart racing, his cock throbbing from his release, and he was content. So damn happy.
Jake wrapped him in his strong arms, his big palms caressing his back. It felt so good, and Elliot would happily stay here for the rest of his life. On a sigh, he closed his eyes and snuggled into his lover’s warm chest. Jake chuckled, squeezing him tightly as he pressed a chaste kiss to the top of Elliot’s head.
“You were even better than I imagined, Red. And believe me when I say I imagined a lot.” Jake cupped his chin, tilting his face up toward his own so that he could kiss him again. “I could get used to this, in fact, I want this. Every day, with you. I know I’m not the perfect male, but if you could find it in you to stay by my side, I’d die a happy man.”
Elliot, frowned, moving up the bed until he was chest-to-chest with Jake. Their eyes met, and Elliot couldn’t stop himself from cupping his lover’s handsome face with both hands. “Are you kidding me? How could I refuse the man who saved my life?” Elliot smiled, trailing his thumb along Jake’s lower lip. “Je t’aime. Je t’aime beaucoup. I have since the second I first laid eyes on you. I want you, in my life, and in my bed. By my side, forever. Move in with me, Jake. Be mine.”
Jake grinned, and Elliot had never seen anything so beautiful. He didn’t use words to reply to Elliot’s invitation. Non, his man used his lips, and his tongue, and his glorious body to answer him, for the remainder of the day and night. Jake loved him body and soul, opening Elliot’s eyes to many new experiences, and a love he had never thought possible.
(The Unrequited Trilogy #1)
Tristan Bailey is a man who never takes no for an answer in anything he does or wants. Life treats him good as the CEO of his own airline, and one of New York's finest bachelors. Men and women alike fall at his feet, the world opens to him without complaint. There isn't much he desires. Until he lays eyes on Joshua, that is.
Death has become a living nightmare for Joshua Malone. No matter what he does, a past riveted with pain and destruction follows him and forces him to make life decisions he would rather not. Josh never wanted to be reminded of the heartache that loving someone could bring, but he finds himself struggling to deny Tristan's advances.
Two different worlds collide in a heated meeting of longing and lust. Can the inner fears of one be laid to rest by the newfound love for the other, or will they both be denied?
Tristan hated these goddamn fucking social events. So much so that he hadn't even bothered to ask what this one was in aid of. It was bad enough that he had to organize the damn thing never mind attend it. Why he even had to was beyond him. He was only the CEO of Bailey Airline after all, no one of great importance. Taking a deep breath he put on his happy facade, huge shit-eating grin in place, and finally allowed his introduction to be made. Head held high, Tristan Bailey descended the grand staircase into the ballroom below, every pair of eyes in the room on him. All he had to do was welcome everyone and praise the charity. Then he could leave.
As he stepped up onto the podium the crowd cheered. Lights flashed wildly as the photographers called out his name, vying for attention. Giving them what they wanted, Tristan kept the fake smile securely in place. He preened some for their enjoyment and winked at the cougars in attendance in order to curry their favors. Fuck, he hated that whorish behavior, yet it was expected of him. Finally getting serious, he addressed the room. "Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. It is an honor to have you all here tonight on this special occasion. I do so hope you are ready to spend a ridiculous amount of money. After all, it is for a good cause." Tristan grinned wider as everyone clapped.
As the sound of his assistants sweet voice came over his earpiece Tristan smiled fondly. "Okay, Mr. Bailey, repeat after me." The girl was a life-saver. His rock.
"When I was asked to host this fundraising event tonight I jumped at the chance. I mean, who wouldn't want to participate and help out such an amazing cause?" As the crowd erupted in another round of cheers, Tristan gripped the ledge on the podium stand. "The AWAN Project was founded in order to raise awareness and empower wounded warriors. Veterans of wars past. Men and women who have risked their lives in order to save millions. Without their aid we may very well be living in a different world right now." Tristan straightened his spine before inclining his head in the direction of Mr. Thompson, a veteran of the Vietnam war. "I think it is about time we recognized this, and in turn do whatever we can in order to repay their kindness. Their sacrifices. No matter how small." Somewhere toward the back of the room someone whistled and clapped. "Hopefully tonight's auction will raise enough money to help those men and women who need it. Don't be shy now, ladies and gentlemen. It is for a great cause after all."
With another of his world-famous grins Tristan winked at one of the female reporters before stepping down from the podium. Such fickle people, fawning and swooning over his money. None of them were truly interested in the man he was, or the real reasons for this function in the first place. It was all about the size of a person's bank account, nothing more, and it was the main reason he hated doing these damn events. With a sigh, Tristan tucked his left hand into his pants pocket and made his way across the room to the bar, avoiding all conversation. He only needed to spend a half hour at the most pretending to be interested, then he could leave.
Rapping the top of the bar, he called for the barman's attention. "JD and coke please, and make it a double." Nodding once the barman went to retrieve the drink, returning quickly with the amber liquid and cold coke from the fridge. Thanking the younger man, Tristan walked away from the bar and found a quiet table to sit down at. Thirty minutes and then he could leave again. That was it, thirty minutes, his support would be given and witnessed by all. Glancing around the room his eyes began to roam the crowd of people in attendance. He smiled and nodded when appropriate, praying that no-one would come to speak to him. He hated this. Still lacking interest he surveyed the main entrance of the room, and when Tristan's eyes landed on the tall blond standing by the staircase his heart stopped. One word came to mind. Mine. A sudden unfamiliar surge of possession wrecked his body, leaving him shaken. He had to introduce himself. He needed to know who that was. Rising from his seat, he quickly made his way toward the beautiful blond.
"Yo, Bailey! How goes it, my man?"
At the sound of his cousin's voice Tristan stilled momentarily. He loved his cousin, he truly did, but the guy had a habit of getting him into trouble. The one and only reason he tended to avoid him. "Callum, how are you, cousin? It's been a while."
With a snort the slightly shorter, dark-haired man replied. "You're telling me. Two fucking years now. If I didn't know how much of a damn weirdo you are I would think you were avoiding my ass." Walking over, Callum grabbed him up in a big bear hug. The guy was huge, and freakishly strong, always had been. With a laugh, Tristan smacked him on the arm, growling to be released as the hired photographers for the nights fundraising event started snapping pictures. It wasn't as if people didn't know who the man embracing him was. They knew every goddamn detail of Tristan's life. He just preferred to keep some things private.
"Let me go, asshat. This will be all over the damn internet tomorrow." Smirking, Tristan nudged his cousin in the back. Callum dropped him with a laugh, causing Tristan to lose his footing. The grin on the other man's face said he'd done it on purpose. The fucker. Tristan glared as he smoothed his jacket back into place before turning in the direction of the staircase, cursing at the realization that he had lost the blond.
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