by Quil Carter
I began rolling my hips back into a steady rhythm, and this time Julian’s hands travelled down and started stroking his own cock. I leaned back and watched him pull and stroke the stiff rod, and my thrusting hips began to pick up speed.
There was something alluring about watching, not only Julian touch himself, but to also observe my own cock disappear inside of him. It was a sensation not unlike turning up the heat on an already raging inferno. It had already proved difficult to avoid bringing myself to my peak, but I found myself unable to tear my gaze away at what was happening below my body.
Our breathing was both ragged now, and although it had been cold and wet when we’d entered this room, I was now flushed with heat and the rain water had evaporated or turned into sweat. I believe I could even see condensation from the glimpse of the window I could see from the corner of my eye.
Julian’s free hand slid below his cock, currently being worked by the other hand, and I groaned myself when he rested it near where I was thrusting into him. I slowed down and let him feel where I entered him, then began picking up my pace, faster than before.
Julian released a higher-toned moan and separated his knees further apart. His teeth locked, and as I felt myself climb higher the rungs of pleasure, he started stroking himself off faster. The room was now filled with the noise of our skin making impact, and the orchestra of moans spilling from both of our lips.
And Julian’s moans were quickly rising in intensity. Without warning, he suddenly tensed up and gasped, and that alone was what threw me into my own ecstasy.
As I watched the first spurt of opaque cum shoot from him, my body shuddered before tightening up. I gasped and bowed forward, only the boy’s knees keeping me from falling on top of him. A steady influx of those breathtaking explosions rocked my body, stealing the air from my lungs and filling it with moans that I couldn’t stifle.
Then the pressure reached its critical point and the tight ribbons squeezing my body unravelled, and I was left trying to catch my breath on top of him.
But while I was forcing air into my burning lungs, my ears picked up something peculiar. I tried to steady my breathing, however I found I was unable to focus my hearing properly due to Julian’s own running breath.
I disconnected our bodies slowly, wincing slightly when I saw a faint trace of blood along the soft shaft. He seemed okay at least, and I should’ve expected a little bit of blood considering all I’d had for lube was spit and rain water.
Well, next time I’ll do better. It was only my second time doing this.
Julian’s glassy eyes opened, then they lifted up to mine. When we made eye contact, he smiled sheepishly at me and shifted his body backwards to the sitting position.
We both leaned in and kissed. Then I wrapped my arms tightly around his naked body and pulled him on top of me.
He laughed, and my overflowing heart continued to swell with love for him. There wasn’t a single thing I didn’t love about this boy. I loved how when he smiled, he smiled with his whole face… he just radiated happiness; I loved how every time I visited him, he tried to make it special for us.
I loved that I could protect him, and I loved that, in his own strange way… he was protecting me too.
Protecting me by diffusing my anger towards Silas. Protecting me because he made me so happy… I found myself actually gaining confidence, not feeling like I was a useless piece of shit; Silas’s whore and slave.
He made me feel like I was someone.
He made me feel…
“I love you,” I whispered when our lips had temporarily broken apart.
… loved.
Julian pulled away from me, and the shocked expression on his face had me breaking into a smile. I stifled a laugh, loving the dumbstruck stupor I’d put him in, and leaned in to kiss that confused boy.
But then suddenly, to my horror, I heard the faint jingling of keys. And as I pulled away, my heart dropping, the sound of a doorknob being opened.
Someone was here.
Julian gasped, hearing it too, and with a slew of mixed profanity, I leapt off of the bed and slid open the window to outside. We both heard the entrance door open, and the sounds of low voices.
But just when I thought we might escape this without being found-out, I stuck my head out of the window and saw a thien patrol car parked in the driveway.
My heart leapt to my throat. I pulled my head back and grabbed Julian. “Get out now!” I hissed, yanking him towards the window. I looked around the room frantically, my teeth grinding when those voices continued, and grabbed the nearest piece of clothing I saw.
“Skyfall Thien Force!” a male voice suddenly bellowed. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! “Any persons inside of this house make yourself known.” Before he even had a chance to finish his sentence, I swung the lower half of my body out the window, and landed quietly in the newly planted flower bed.
I was immediately assaulted by the cold dirt hitting the bottoms of my feet, still flushed from my intimacy with Julian. It was a bitter reminder that we both had no shoes on, and nothing but a single piece of god damn clothing to share between us.
As long as I wasn’t caught… we would be fine. I just couldn’t let Silas know about this. Oh fuck, he’d kill me and Julian both.
I grabbed Julian’s hand, knowing he would be mostly blind, unlike me. My eyes scanned the area we were in, bushes in front of us, but a backyard to my right that looked promising.
So we began running towards the back yard, my night vision illuminating the grass in light silver, and the fence of thick bush a darker blue. The natural fence was only about twenty feet from the backyard and it looked like, even though it was going to be painful, we should be able to escape.
Julian swore, prompting me to glance behind my shoulder as my bare feet sunk into the cold, squishy grass. I found myself having to bite my tongue to keep myself from cursing as well; we could both see flashlights shining out the windows as they searched for us, one of them dangerously close to where we were running.
“Through the bushes,” I hissed at him, my hand on his back. I squinted my eyes when a comet trail of bright light disrupted my night vision. I turned from it, and held out my hand to test the thickness of the bushes now right in front of us.
Yeah, this was going to hurt.
I closed my eyes and slipped through, feeling more than just a few sharp edges scrape and poke me. A particularly sharp one poked me right where a man would never want such things to happen, but I bore through it and slipped out the other end.
It looked to be gravel, more shrubs, and a structure further off that looked to be the back of an abandoned home. That was good enough, so, just as Julian hissed through clenched teeth. No doubt from his own scrapes from the bushes. I began to jog towards it.
We darted off into the darkness, leaving what very well may be Julian’s new house behind us. The gravel was sharp underneath my feet, and since I was more suited for indoors, my feet were soft and I felt every bit of rock I stepped on.
Julian, however, seemed built for this. Using the street lamps in the distance to guide him, he sprinted ahead of me naked, eyeing up the back door of the abandoned home.
He opened the door and peeked in, then waved me forward. I was shocked, and rather peeved, to see that my boyfriend had a grin on his face. I found absolutely nothing funny about this; if I get caught… so many horrible things would happen.
What was I thinking! What a stupid idea. I should’ve never let that idiot lead me anywhere. He was going to…
Julian started laughing, and I gave him a furious look. “There’s nothing funny about this!” I hissed to him. I looked around this decrepit home, an inch of dust on everything and most of the wooden furniture swelled from water damage. I glanced up and saw large breaks in the ceiling, with water-stained rings doing circles around one another like a spirograph. The innards of the ceiling had spewed forth in several spots as well, and underneath the gaps were dusty insulation, crumbly gyprock, and black wires
that hung down the wounds like intestines.
“This place looks like the greywastes,” I mumbled. It won’t last long now that the rain has made its way in. I started looking in doors to try and find a bedroom, my sore feet now having to deal with shards of drywall and itchy insulation. “Let’s just get–” I was attacked by lips as I attempted to walk into a bedroom, and as Julian grabbed me and, while laughing, assaulted me with his kissing, I grudgingly smiled and pushed him away.
“This is dangerous,” I hissed at him. “Those damn thiens…”
“Are far away,” Julian said. He walked to a dresser and pulled it open. While he dug through the dresser I remembered the article of clothing I was carrying. I unravelled it and found it was my boxer briefs. I put them on, feeling a bit better that I’d at least covered my shame, then caught a dusty shirt as Julian threw it at me.
“It looks to be years old, but it’s enough to at least get us home,” Julian said, his light voice slowly breaking the nervous darkness encapsulating my heart. He turned around and handed me a pair of sweat pants. “This has been the best night of my life.”
I looked up, one leg through one pant leg and the other bent in the air. “Are you kidding me?” I exclaimed. “We’re almost caught! We should’ve stayed in the damn, the damn. Get away from me!” I dodged his arms and stalked out of the bedroom. “We’re in danger and I… I have to get back to Alegria.”
But no sooner than I said this, Julian jumped onto my back and locked his legs around my waist. I growled and tried to shake him off, but the leech kept clinging onto me, laughing and kissing my neck.
“You’re so uptight! I would think you’d be a little bit looser,” Julian giggled, another kiss landed, this one on my nape. “Smile for me, handsome.”
My eyes rolled and I let out an exasperated breath. “We’re in danger…”
More god damn kisses. “I know… doesn’t it just turn you on?” I turned to bat him away, but found my boyfriend instead sliding off of my back… then sinking to his knees in front of me. I glared at him as he took my dick out of my boxer briefs, never more soft and uninterested, and put the head between his lips and sucked on the tip.
“I swear, I’m going to start beating you one day, boy,” I said. There was bitterness in my voice, but I had to admit… he was making me smirk.
And when Julian looked up at me, an innocent smile on his beaming face, I gave a sigh of defeat. With a seemingly flawless ease, he reignited that flare of love inside my heart, and I was his again.
I would follow him to the ends of the earth.
CHAPTER 42
I came home around seven that morning, and I fell asleep with a smile on my face. Julian had me unequivocally under his spell, and I was a willing slave to him.
Was this what life was supposed to be about? So there was happiness in this world for me; my life didn’t have to be one horrific incident after the other.
Such a stupid thing for a normal person to think, but to the mind of someone who’d been having bad memories branded into his brain since the age of five… it was overcoming me with awe.
I could be happy…
Life just may be worth living.
And it was all because of Julian. My boyfriend who could make me laugh, who lit up the entire room the moment he entered it. Who loved me unconditionally, was loyal, devoted… How was I lucky enough to find a man, this hidden diamond, so flawless and perfect?
One day I would ask him to marry me. Yes, I know I was getting ahead of myself, but I would. I would move him to my own skyscraper and make him immortal once I was myself, and we’d live millions of years together.
That’s what was on my mind when I woke up early afternoon, and that’s what was on my mind as I did my daily duties: my work running Skyfall, and my school work, all the way up to my dinner date with Silas.
I was having dinner with Silas tonight, and I wasn’t even scared. Julian had filled this empty vessel with so much love, not even Silas’s poison could taint it.
Perhaps if this dinner date went well, I could begin to prepare him for the subject of me having my own boyfriend. I know that Silas had given me permission to date, but I also knew the king inside and out, and had seen that permission more as a carefully laid trap to try and pull out the secrets I kept hidden.
But I think I was ready to make Julian public. I know my boyfriend didn’t seem like he was ready; every time I brought it up his pulse rose and anxiety radiated off of him, but eventually the family, and Silas, would have to know about this man who had made me so happy.
And I think it was coming close to the time that I’d be ready.
“Ohh, doesn’t Elish look so handsome for his kingy date!” Nero cooed. He had Ceph beside him on the couch, the entire couch now sporting a washable cover since Silas couldn’t stand stains or crumbs on it; something that was impossible with three babies. “You’re all shiny and sparkly.”
I could feel myself going red. Finn had helped me dress myself up, so I was looking better than usual: black dress shirt with a purple tie, black slacks and a new pair of leather shoes that shone under the living room lights. Finn had even sprayed cologne on me before I batted him away, and had also attempted to primp and style my hair.
“He does look quite handsome.” I looked towards the dining room and saw Silas sitting at the table. Equally primped, the king was wearing a black vest over top of a wine-coloured shirt, black trousers and dress shoes. To complete his kingly getup, he was also wearing one of his capes, a black one with crimson trim, with designs and patterns embroidered in the deep red.
Silas rose and glided towards me, his steps so light it always appeared like he was floating towards me an inch up off of the carpet. When he got close enough, Silas looked me up and down with a smile, a real smile, and took my hand. “Let’s go then, love,” he said through his upturned lips. “I have a wonderful evening planned for us.”
We both started walking towards the door, Nero behind us making cat calls which was his nature. Garrett and Ellis, who were both here as well, were looking proud and content, like they were parents of a reclusive weird kid who’d just gotten invited out with a friend.
I had no idea where Silas was planning on bringing us. I would be lying if I said I didn’t have a fear in the far corners of my mind that he was bringing me to the seventeenth floor, but I knew from Silas’s body language, and the genuine smile on his face, that he was trying to make this a good evening for us.
And he couldn’t have picked a better time for us to have this ‘date’. I was on cloud nine from the wonderful night I’d spent with Julian, and not even my buried, yet continuously exhumed, hatred for Silas could put my feet back on solid ground.
Silas pressed the floor for the lobby and stepped back to stand beside me. “I have a car waiting for us in front of the skyscraper,” he said. I felt him brush my hair away from my neck. “The weather is perfect outside too.”
“We’ll be outdoors?” I asked. I tried to think of where we were planning on going. I didn’t think that this date was going to take place inside of Alegria, but still some place indoors like a restaurant or something of that sort. “Where are we going?”
Silas gave me a playful smile and shrugged. “You’ll see soon enough.” He tucked my hair behind my ears and continued to preen me. “You’ll be the first one to see it in quite a while. The first of your brothers and sister as well.”
This spiked my curiosity. Silas laughed at my furrowed brow and the elevator descended to the lobby with nothing more said. I continued to wonder just where Silas was leading us as we both got into the awaiting black car, and tried to silence the screaming warnings in my head that this was Silas, and he was going to lead me to a room with some horrible contraption that’ll have Julian inside.
But no, no… I just… I, well…
I think tonight… I wanted to try and get along with Silas. He was making a huge effort to patch things up between us, and I knew my life would be better if Silas was
happy with me. The king had been disappointed and frustrated with me for a long time now. I don’t think he’d ever forgiven me for what happened with Ryan, or for me attempting to kill myself. This could be a new start for the two of us, a new beginning.
A way for me to continue crawling out of this depression.
“We’re almost there, love,” Silas said ten minutes later. We were in the car now, heading down Sebastian Road towards who knows where. I was just glancing at the abandoned skyscraper where Julian was, and wondering with a hidden smile just what he was doing at this moment.
I’d be putting in an offer on that house tomorrow, or, well, Joshua Venetti aka Sacario, would be putting in that offer. I wonder if I could get a discount considering two naked men had defiled the staged furniture?
“Is it one of the restaurants?” I asked as I looked out the tinted window. Skyland was passing by quickly, the colourful elite district boasting flowers of every colour planted in rich soil along the sidewalks and large cherry blossom trees that made pink petals fall through the air like rain. There was nothing like Skyland in the summertime, even the sky here seemed a stronger shade of blue than the other districts.
“A restaurant? No, that’s much too boring,” Silas said with a light laugh. But then the laugh faded and his lips pressed lightly together. I’d be lying if I said this didn’t dangle a lighter over the unlit fuses of apprehension currently sticking out of my chest. “I’m taking you somewhere… special to me.”
I gave him a quizzical look, just as the car slowed down and pulled into the Skyland military base. This brought on even more confusion. What was here that would be special to Silas?
What if this was a trick?
This was a fucking trick wasn’t it?
And with shocking fluidity, the anxiety that had been collecting behind my dam of positivity, broke and spilled its contents onto my previously optimistic outlook on this evening. It consumed me and devoured me quickly, and before I could put a clamp around it, my pulse spiked and my lungs tightened on the breath in my lungs.
