Page 11 of Room for Elijah

Elijah gazed into Nico’s dark eyes and saw kindness. “I trust you.” He lowered his eyes because it was all too much. His cock throbbed at the idea of being sucked off for the first time. He doubted he’d last more than a few seconds. He might even come simply from the idea of it. Taking hold of the snap of his jeans, he started to do what he so desperately wanted. Then one more reality check struck him. “Dermott and Rienk, what will…?”

“They’ll be fine with it. I promise.”

Elijah nodded. Dermott and his boys had been consistent all along about what their rules were for their family. He had to believe they were being honest with him. “Okay, then.” He eased his cock out of its confines. It sprang up, hard and achy, eager to play. He’d never been this aroused before, and it was almost painful, sweetly so, which was strange but also wonderful. Bracing his legs, he forced himself to relax and let Nico take over. Shyness got the better of him, however, and he couldn’t watch what was coming. He stared at the far wall instead.

Nico wasted no time. He knelt before him and placed his hands on Elijah’s hips. The strong grip gave Elijah hope that Nico would keep him upright. A fleeting thought of finding a place to sit took his attention away from what Nico was doing. Then he was pulled back to the moment again as Nico sucked him in. The sudden experience of his dick being drawn into a warm, wet mouth short-circuited his brain and blurred his vision. There was no more thinking, only a bombardment of sensation as Nico laved his dick with his tongue. He took Elijah all the way down, and when he swallowed, Elijah was powerless to stop the explosive orgasm from conquering every bit of him. With a silent scream, he doubled over, moving his hands from his sides to claw at Nico’s hair and trembling so badly he thought he would tumble over. And he made no more effort to stop himself, too lost in the overwhelming pleasure. But Nico was there, steadying him, even as he shattered every nerve Elijah possessed by working his dick until the last wave of his climax abated.

Elijah didn’t remember how he came to sit on a nearby chair. He sprawled with legs open and still breathing harshly. His heart raced like a mouse on a wheel. It was all so amazing and mystifying at the same time. He could hardly believe that he’d been given his first BJ and felt almost cheated at how quickly it had ended. Next time I’ll last longer. It was a bold vow to himself given that he had no idea how to achieve that. The only other coherent thought was I want to try that for myself.

Nico was there, keeping him steady with a hand on his shoulder, and grinning. “Are you still with me?”

Elijah nodded, then swallowed to find his voice. “That was incredible. Can I…may I, um, reciprocate?” The thought terrified him because he knew he would be clumsy in his first attempt and couldn’t give Nico the kind of pleasure he’d received from the deep-throating. The boy might be small himself, but Elijah was more so. Everything was pint-sized, including his mouth and throat. He would never manage to take an entire dick down to the root—not yet anyway. He’d heard, though, that with practice, it could be done by anyone.

Nico took a step back. “That’s a sweet offer, but no.”

Crestfallen, Elijah stared at his now-limp dick. “Oh. Sorry… I didn’t mean to overstep.”

“Hey!” Nico bent down to catch his eye. “You didn’t. I’m refusing your generous and very-much-wanted offer only because I don’t want you to mess up all my perfect work on your mouth. I’ll take a rain check.”

Elijah smiled shyly at him. “Okay. I’m new to all of this, so I don’t know the protocol. It didn’t seem right for it to go only one way.”

“It’s simple. Consent, obviously, is rule number one. After that, it’s whatever.” Standing, Nico shrugged. “There’s never an obligation to reciprocate right away or at all. We each like to do and receive different things.”

“That doesn’t seem fair, especially when you’re so obviously aroused.” He stared at Nico’s bulging package, easily visible through his tight jeans, even with Nico’s long T-shirt. “You must be…uncomfortable.”

Nico giggled. “Only in the best possible way.” He sobered unexpectedly. “I happen to love giving blow jobs…now. For a couple of years before I met Dermott and Rienk and found a haven here, I had to give them as a matter of survival. Having a stable and safe home life has allowed me to find the pleasure in giving as well as receiving. For some gay men, blowing others is all they do because it’s all they want to do.”

“I’m sorry you were forced to trade your body to have the basics we should all be able to take for granted,” Elijah said, a hitch to his voice that he worked to get rid of. “That could have been me if I hadn’t landed here, too. I understood that when I left home, and as scary as that possibility was, it was better than what I expected to experience if I’d stayed with my family.”

Nico turned back into his usual bubbly self. “Well, happily you didn’t have to go that route, and the past is fading in the rearview mirror for both of us. We need to look forward. And to that end, let’s get you tucked.”

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“Please don’t let go of me. I’m afraid I’m going to break an ankle right before I land flat on my face.” Elijah tottered through the main room, relying on the hold Nico had on his elbow to keep him from falling.

Nico laughed. “Oh, mama, those are my shortest heels.”

“They’re not heels, they’re toothpicks at the bottom of shoes. How do you manage to dance around the stage wearing stuff like this?”

“Practice, naturally. Fortunately, you only need to stay standing long enough for Dermott and Rienk to see the full effect. I promise you can take them off as soon as that happens.”

“Thank God.” For all his complaining, Elijah couldn’t deny that he felt as sexy as hell and was looking forward to seeing the reactions of his friends. Nico had been right that tucking wasn’t as bad as he’d feared, and the slinky, short red dress that clung to his body added to the illusion that he was a girl. His own transformation had been impressive, and while he didn’t have the tiny waist that Nico and even Rienk could pull off, not wearing a corset meant he could breathe. As nervous as he was, that was critical. He didn’t fancy swooning in Nico’s arms in front of Dermott. Impressing the man was a major reason why he’d asked to try drag in the first place. He saw the hungry and appreciative way Dermott looked at his two boys when they were Vanna and Medusa. Elijah wanted to be able to share in at least that small part of him, if only once.

They made it over to Dermott’s office without a mishap, and after one perfunctory knock, Nico opened the door. Dermott sat behind his desk, his fingers on the keyboard of his computer. As soon as he saw them, though, he stopped and stared. Then he smiled—the expression lighting up his whole face. The intensity of the man’s focus caused Elijah’s cheeks to warm, although given his makeup, he doubted the blush was visible. And the tucking kept his cock in check, so he could bask in the attention without concern—other than perhaps the fear of falling off his stilettos. But when Nico let go and stood away, Elijah managed to stay upright. It was almost as if Dermott’s eyes pinned him in place.

With his gaze fixed on Elijah, Dermott stood. “And who do we have here?”

It took Elijah a second to find his voice. Licking his lips, he gave the name he’d come up with. “Pennsylvania Dutch. Penny for short.”

“Isn’t she lovely, Daddy?” Nico asked.

“She is, indeed.” Dermott came around his desk and prowled toward Elijah.

There was really no better word to describe his movements. He was like a predator on the hunt, and like any prey animal, Elijah was frozen in place. He should have been alarmed, given his inexperience with men, but he wasn’t. As he watched the man come closer, he dared to give what he hoped was a sultry look. His attention was taken away for a moment when Rienk appeared from under the desk. Given his own recent experience, it wasn’t hard to imagine what the boy had been doing for Dermott down there. When he focused back on Dermott, the man was only a few feet away from him.

“Do you like me this way?” he dared to ask.

“Oh yes.” Dermott’s eyes flashed. “If it weren’t for Rienk’s prodigiously skilled mouth, I dare say you’d be able to see how much.”

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