♤SPRING SHIELD (MxM) ~fantasy~♤

Sinning isn't wrong (technically)

Kristian

Did I go to far? Maybe. But if I did he could've just said no. He didn't he just gasped and moaned,and it was hot as hell.
His little twitches,the redness of his ear and the hoarseness of his voice. Then him cutely getting embarrassed after,trying to cover his face. He's so handsome,beautiful and cute all at the same time. It's killing me.
"You're suggesting that we fornicate,basically."he deadpans,covering himself like he's in the presence of a deranged pervert,
"When you say it like that you make it sound like it's bad thing."
"It quite literally is. Two,young and unmarried people engaging in unprotected relations."he explains,watching me with a cold gaze. How can he even be able to say that when I'm vibrating over here?
"It doesn't have to be unprotected-"I scramble and open his drawer where I put the condoms in,I show them to him and his jaw slacks open. I don't think I've ever seen him so shocked.
"Why you- this is unsightly."
"It's not like I'll tell everyone that you-"
"Stop this vulgar language this instant!"he screams,looking at me like I've officially lost it.
"... but,Lewis. It's not unprotected and we can just bang,it'll fix a lot of problems for us. All that jet lag will just drain out of you."I touch him in a foolish attempt to seduce him. He glares at me when I hold his chest and flutter my lashes.
Why can't he just be a bare minimum low effort guy who doesn't give a damn about appreances?
"No one has to know that slept with me."
"If you don't get off me in the next ten seconds,I can't be blamed for anything. Do you understand?"I fall further into him,wrapping my arms around his waist and looking up at him.
Elijah Lewis is a lot of things. And out of all of them he's a man of his word. If he's bluffing,I'll be sure he'll never ever touch me.
Silently,I count down those ten seconds. Staring into his eyes,it's so thrilling and terrifying all at the same time. The way his jaw works tells me he's counting too.
Five... four... three... two...!
A single beat passes before he pounces on me,locking his lips with mine and kisses me with more force that he ever has. "This will hurt you,Red. As a heads up."he whispers against my lips,
"I know that but- "I gasp when he bites my neck,I hold his chest and my hands travel around his torso,pulling him closer,"There's lube in the drawer."
He blows out a sexy laugh,"You really wanted this,didn't you?"gently he slides his hands into my inner thighs,opening them,
"Should I-"
"Stay right there. I'll handle this."of course he will,I wrap my hands around his neck and pull him closer,
"Can you... take off your shirt? I want to see you."when I ask this,he smirks butting his head into mine tenderly,
"Maybe if you beg me,Red."this man.
"Can please take your clothes off? I'd like to see you."I ask,in the sweetest voice possible dragging my finger tips along his shirt,they vibrate with the bumps and groves of his body. My heart pounds faster as I look up at him. He makes a strangled sound of confirmation,before backing up,
"Close your eyes."he says,his fingers resting at the top buttons of his dress shirt,
"Why-"
"Close those pretty eyes,Red."he demands,and begrudgingly I close my eyes. The ruffling of his clothes growing louder making me feel impatient. Then it goes quiet again,and hesitantly I open my eyes.
Dear Lyria. He's gorgeous. So,muscular and perfect. His abs,I didn't think that it was possible for someone to have such perfect abs.
Everything about him screams man,"Why are you looking at me like that? Nothing you haven't seen before."he says,slipping the rest of his shirt off. It falls like it's a paid actor,beautifully,
"I didn't look when your were sleeping. It felt wrong."I tell him placing my hand on his chest,the ridged flesh tensing at my touch,
"Doesn't this feel wrong to you?"he asks,reclaiming his spot between my legs,
"It couldn't feel more right."

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It feels painful to open my eyes when I do.
Everything feels to bright. Too real. I snuggle into my pillow trying to hide from the reality that life can't be like my dream.
But my pillow feels hard. Painfully hard,so I look up at it and find it's not a pillow at all,it's Elijah's chest. So that wasn't a dream,good to know.
Seeing that it's not in my best interest to fall back asleep,I reach over his naked torso to his alarm clock to check the time. Nine thirteen pm.
Crap,it's nine thirteen pm and I-
As I scramble to get out of bed,an arm wraps around my waist pulling me back to the bed,"It's Saturday,you forgetful idiot."Elijah murmurs,his eyes still shut.
He looks so peaceful,his lashes are long,thick and black like his hair. It makes a vivid memory of last night reappear in my mind. My whole body heats up as I think about it.
He took me in ways that can't be spoken of in public. Or ever.
"How did you know what I was thinking of?"
"I knew you'd forget because you fainted on me last night."he opens one eye to look up at me. Did I? I try to remember if I fainted last night but all I can seem to remember is him looking at me like he was going to kill me and stopping on my insides.
"Why am I in your shirt?"I say looking at his shirt which sits loosely on my body. He's nowhere near my size,
"I was too tired to look for where you tossed yours. Enough,questions,I still want to sleep."he says turning over so his belly is facing the bed and his arms are under the pillow. His back muscles flex as he changes his position,he's even hotter naked.
I sigh and slowly slip back into the blanket until the doors open with a bang. Making me scream. The peace is suddenly torn apart by two little creatures running towards us. The both of them struggle to climb up the bed and they crawl into their father's arms,forcing him to open his eyes.
"Dad,why are you still asleep?"Oliver asks,pulling his eye lid open gently,
"Yeah you never sleep this late! Are you sick? Can still make us waffles if your sick?"Liam asks,sitting on Elijah's back and riding him like a horse. He groans but doesn't seem to have any terrible reaction.
I would laugh if I wasn't terrified of them catching on to what we're doing. I cover my chest with the blanket and watch on. "Dad,you never sleep without a shirt on."
"I don't,but I was feeling hot last night."Elijah says wiping his face with his hand like he's cleaning himself of his fatigue,
"So you're not sick."Oliver presses,
"No buddy,I'm just tired. That's all."he says,smiling at them as he pulls out of the blankets. He's in nothing but his boxers as he sits up,
"And why is Kristian shaking?"Liam asks,looking at me sceptical of my fearful state,
"He may have caught a cold,Liam. We were working late last night,"he explains the total lie like it's nothing but the truth,
"Then you had a sleepover?"
"Yes,Oliver,then we had a sleepover."Elijah says yawning while getting up and walking towards his closet while I stay shaking like a leaf in his bed,"Go downstairs and wait for me. I'm coming."
Simultaneously,they both say okay and leave the room.
"I think they know."I blurt out,after their gone,
"They do not."
"Did you see the way Liam just looked at me-"
"They are children,Kristian. They're understanding of the world starts and ends at games and candy,they can't think far ahead enough to know that adults sleeping in a bed together means anything else but a sleepover. Trust me,I'm their father."he tells me while he slips on his clothes. Covering a body that should be allowed to be out in the open.
I should hope he's right.

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The next day,

Elijah

My mother doesn't want me visiting her. Unless she summons me or shows up to my home uninvited she doesn't want to see me.
Not that I would ever seek her out. It's not that I hate my mother. It's just I had my fair share of her as an only child and then I grew up and she became more of a supervisor than a mother.
Then the project that she supervised became up to her standards and she grew more detached. We don't hate each other,we just have a strange dynamic that I'm okay with.
I ring the door bell to her small home tucked inside a piece of land that's ridden with fruit trees and exotic flowers. Here's where she spends her days,throwing tea parties in her carefully kept garden or returning from her travels and cruises.
I wouldn't know,I'm not in deep contact with her.
Soon,the door to her white cottage opens. It's her,with her glasses on looking up at me. In terms of height,I got it all from my father. By the time I was sixteen me and her couldn't hug without it looking like I was suffocating her.
"Mother."I say in acknowledgement,standing at the door waiting for her to invite me inside,
"Elijah,you're early. I thought traffic would have had a stronger effect,"she walks off into her living space and back into the kitchen. She's cooking,"Where's Kristian?"
"He's at his apartment... I fail to see why you would want to see him."I raise a brow and she raises a brow back at me,suspicious. Where is this going?
"Take a seat,no need to act like a stranger in your mother's home."she says,continuing to chop a large chunk of meat. Turning it into sizeable pieces.
I nod and sit on one of her chairs,facing her kitchen,"You called for me,"
"Yes,I did. I just wanted to know the progress of your work. David tells me you've been busy."
"Mother for the last time,stop speaking to David. I'll have no choice but to let him go if you do. My work has been fine."I reply,placing my hand on the bridge of my nose,
"That's it? Nothing more to say?"she asks,completely ignoring my comment about David. Instead of just asking me she sees fit to consult people around me,as if they could give her a more in depth understanding of my life than me.
"Prototype three is in the works,again nothing too serious happening. I was on a business trip in Europe last week,as well as a short stop in Spain."I explain,leaning my head against the couch. Jet lag paired with not sleeping because of certain someone isn't good for my health,
"Investors?"
"Yes,it's going well in that department."
"And did Maya stay with the children or did they come with you?"
"Maya managed to stay with them,Lyria bless her heart."the lie comes so easily to me,I almost want to take it back. But its too late,she doesn't need to know anyway.
"Since when did you learn to lie to your mother,son?"the room gets cold and I sit in my chair as if It's swallowing me. Am I afraid of the consequences? Yes. Is there anything I can do about them? No. Why jump out of a perfectly dug grave when you'll never make it,
"You spoke to Maya,didn't you?"I sigh,looking at her pour two cups of tea for us,
"You may not know,but there's been a peculiar article going around. It's about that assistant of yours,his life. Who knew he's been through so much? Still he's able to come back and hold so much power without so much as lifting a finger."she sits across from me handing me my cup of tea. I roll my eyes with my head turned,"Impressive,really."she says after a careful sip,
"If you want to know if I know of his history,then yes. I know,I hired him knowing."
"... Good. He must be a good assistant. Before this you weren't willing to let anyone stay with your little blessings. Leave alone letting them appear in public. And now he comes along and you have no issues? Interesting."
"Mother,he offered. It was short notice and it is not the first time we've had such circumstances."
"Offered?"