Page 10 of Room for Elijah

Elijah figured his face must be beet-red from that frank comment. Once again, he focused on the task at hand. He couldn’t resist asking the obvious question, however. “Don’t you want to go join them?”

“And lose out on having the first batch of French toast? Nah, Dermott fucked me hard enough last night that I’m still aching. Besides, it’s good for Nico to have Dermott to himself every so often. We’re not always doing it all together.”

Elijah plated Rienk’s meal. “Dermott said something similar to that last night. I guess this whole throuple thing is confusing to me.” He handed over the food, along with silverware and maple syrup he’d found in the fridge, to Rienk before returning to make more. All was quiet in the bedroom, so he figured the others would be coming in for breakfast soon. He liked the idea of feeding them. It gave him purpose and made him feel useful. If he was going to stay in this home for a while longer, he needed to earn his keep.

“There’s no rule book about it. Everyone has to find what works best for them. Talking is key. You can’t just react to everything or make assumptions. You have to let the others know how you feel, what you want, what you don’t like and ask them questions so you can learn those things about each of them, too. A multi-partner relationship doesn’t work otherwise, and someone will end up with hurt feelings.” Rienk took his first bite and moaned. “This is fantastic.”

“That sounds like a good strategy. And it also means you definitely should talk to Dermott and Nico about whether they mind my staying.” His stomach clenched at the idea that they would. Rienk’s offer had wormed its way into his heart already, despite his better judgment.

“Oh, sweetie, I already have.”

Elijah couldn’t stop a big grin from popping up. “Really? And they’re okay with me hanging out here a while longer?”

“Absolutely. Girl, there is room for you if you want.”

“Yes. I would like that very much.”

Chapter Six

“I knew this wig would look great. Your face was made for bangs.” Nico stood back and studied his handiwork.

Elijah had to fight the urge to twirl his chair around and see for himself what the queen had done to him. For him. This had been his own idea, after all. Rienk and Nico had made the offer a few times, as had other queens each time he’d dropped off snacks in the dressing room. After more than a week working at the club and bunking with Dermott and his boys, curiosity had overtaken his natural instinct to hide his true nature. It had been hard sitting still while Nico had applied a variety of mysterious cosmetic products to his face. And the false eyelashes he’d adhered were making Elijah blink almost uncontrollably. He couldn’t imagine wearing them day after day and found new admiration for both the queens and women in general. Enhanced beauty was both time-consuming and somewhat annoying. His natural hair had been swept into a skull cap. The long, brown wig with the fringe hanging across his eyebrows felt both weird and sexy. He was dying to be allowed to look in the mirror.

“Am I done? Can I turn around now?”

Nico cocked one hip and pursed his lips before answering. “Yes, you’re done and, mama, you are fierce!” So saying, the boy grabbed the back of Elijah’s chair and spun him.

For a few seconds, Elijah could only stare, his painted mouth gaping in shock. He’d figured he could pull off drag, given his delicate face. His shortness and slight stature had always been used as a weapon against him by other guys back home. Here it was something to flaunt. He hadn’t expected to be in awe of the transformation, however. It was hard to believe that was him reflected in the mirror. Nico had worked some kind of magic with contouring and shading or other things he didn’t understand about makeup. Everything appeared softer, thinner and astoundingly sexy.

“Is that really me?”

Nico giggled. “Who else? Wait until Dermott and Rienk see you,” he added, bringing his lips close to Elijah’s ear. This boy seemed to crave this kind of nearness and, as always, his warm breath tickled Elijah’s skin and sent a shiver skittering down his spine.

Elijah swallowed hard, trying to keep himself under control. Spending so much time with these three other men was proving to be more of a temptation than he ever would have expected. His attraction to Dermott was a given, but he was surprised to find that Rienk and Nico were equally compelling. Lying on the couch, listening to them make love to each other was the sweetest torture. And each night was ending with at least one orgasm for him. It was as if his body were trying to make up for the years he’d kept his sexuality tightly wrapped.

“Can we go show them now?”

Nico stepped back and clucked his tongue. “Uh-uh, mama. Your transformation is not complete. We need to get you tucked and poured into something slinky. I’m thinking…red,” he added with a narrowed gaze.

Alarmed, Elijah swung his chair around to face him. “Oh, no. No way. I’m not ready for that. I don’t think I’ll ever be. I just wanted to see how my face would look.”

Nico waggled his finger. “I have my reputation at stake. I am not going to let you out of this room only half-finished.” He held out his hand. “Now come on. I know the idea of tucking your balls into your crotch and tugging your dick back toward your ass is scary. I thought so too when I first got here. Then Cutie Pie and Rienk taught me all the tricks, and it’s not bad. And, mama, the effect! You’ll love it.” Nico was stronger than he appeared. He pulled Elijah behind a Japanese-themed dressing screen and started to unsnap Elijah’s jeans.

Because he was semi-hard—a near constant state at this point—Elijah practically shrieked as he jumped back. “I’ll take care of that.” When I manage to get soft again, so probably never.

Nico gave him a sultry look, that lock of unruly hair of his covering one eyebrow. “Really? How would you like it if I took care of that.” He used one slender finger to point at Elijah’s fly.

He didn’t have to look to know there was a visible bulge there, and Nico’s intense scrutiny was making the problem much worse. “W-what do you mean?” With his mouth dry and his heart pounding, he could barely speak.

Nico swept his tongue around his plump, pink lips. “You know. I’ve been dying to gobble you down since that first night when you watched me blow Rienk.”

Elijah very much feared he was about to hyperventilate. “I…I’ve never done anything with anyone before. I’m not sure I can handle it.”

Now Nico’s expression turned almost feral. “You don’t have to, mama. That’s my job—to handle, squeeze, jerk, lick, suu-uck.” His mouth fell open and his eyes narrowed as he took a step closer. “You’ll love it.”

“I know,” Elijah whispered. “It’s an experience I’ve desired for a long time. But it’s scary…allowing someone to get that close and do things that I haven’t dared dream would actually happen. I’ve kept it all locked away so long that it’s hard to accept that it’s okay to want and experience what I was taught is wrong.”

Now all teasing dropped away. In its place was sympathy. “I understand, because I was raised the same way. We were lied to and brainwashed and made to feel ashamed, even though what we want is natural and right. I promise I’ll be careful. And if you want me to stop at any time, just say the word and I will. I know what it’s like to not have a choice, and there’s no way I’d put you in that position.”

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