Page 3 of Room for Elijah

“I have no idea, but I’m not about to shove you out on the street at this time of night.” He gave Elijah a serious look. “You’re welcome to bunk in with me and the boys until you find a place. I don’t have a guest room, but my sofa is large and quite comfortable. We’re happy for you to make use of it. And, as I’ve said before, this offer comes with no strings attached.”

Elijah nodded. “Thank you, sir. That’s very generous of you.” He believed the man, too, even if he really shouldn’t be so trusting. But the thing that had grabbed his attention the most was the implication that Dermott lived with…

“Ooh, a sleepover?” Vanna came bouncing up to him and grabbed him around the waist.

“We can make popcorn and watch a movie.” Medusa joined them on Elijah’s other side. They made a sandwich of him. “Daddy has, like, a million streaming channels. I’m Nico, by the way. And my pasty friend is Rinky-dink.”

“He means Rienk. It’s a Dutch name, because you know, my parents came from Holland.”

Nico snorted. “Which is why his drag name works on more than one level.” The dark-eyed boy wiggled his eyebrows.

Dermott rapped the bar counter. “Now, now, boys. Don’t overload Elijah with too much enthusiasm. He’s dead on his feet, which you would be able to tell if you focused on something beyond your darling noses. Take him upstairs and get him settled. I have some office work to catch up on. I expect you to behave yourselves,” he added sternly.

Rienk moaned and fluttered his lashes. “If I don’t, will you spank me, Daddy?”

“And if you do, can I watch?” Nico added with a mischievous smile.

“Be…have.” With that last warning, Dermott left the bar and went through a door at the far end of the room.

Both boys linked arms with Elijah, and Rienk said, “Okay, let’s get your stuff and take you upstairs.”

“Upstairs?” Elijah allowed them to tug him away.

“Yup,” Nico confirmed. “That’s where we all live, in the apartment above the bar. It’s very convenient…and cozy.”

“You’re going to love it,” Rienk added, leaning in close to whisper into Elijah’s ear.

The feel of his warm breath against Elijah’s skin sent a shiver through him, and his dick got even harder. He was fully aroused now and couldn’t help but worry that he was getting in over his head on his very first night.

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Given how his long journey to Boston hadn’t afforded him a chance to get any decent sleep, Elijah should have been exhausted enough to fall right into it. He politely declined the offer of a movie and snacks, honestly believing that he’d never make it through even a few minutes of anything. The boys had been kind about it. The large sectional sofa that Rienk and Nico had made up for him with a soft, downy pillow and a thick comforter was the ideal location to spend the night. As much as he’d tried, however, the sounds coming through the wall made it impossible. The two boys had retired to the one and only bedroom, which held the biggest bed he’d ever seen. It could easily fit all four of them when Dermott got home, and when Rienk had made the offer, albeit with a teasing smile, Elijah had been tempted. Alarmingly so. It was obvious now that the club owner and these two drag queens were in a throuple. He’d heard about that sort of a thing, naturally, but hadn’t expected to meet anyone in such a relationship, let alone become their houseguest.

With a sigh, he rolled onto his side, facing the large TV that dominated the opposite wall. He stared at the dark screen, trying to block out the giggles and breathy moans invading his ears and sending the wrong signals right down to his dick. It was embarrassing to react that way. He wasn’t a voyeur, and he for sure wasn’t sophisticated enough to go ask the boys if he could join them. His clothing was still cycling through the washing machine, an offer by Rienk that Elijah had appreciated, given how what little he’d brought with him was dirty and smelly from his trip. It meant, though, that he was wearing only his boxers. The comforter was keeping him warm, but his hard-on poked through his fly, demanding attention. He tried to ignore it, like always. It was usually easier to do. At the moment, though, his fingers crept toward the shaft, almost of their own volition.

The front door opening startled him. He snatched his hand away from the temptation and slammed his eyes shut. Dermott walked quietly into the living room. Elijah could feel his presence, and for a heart-stopping moment, he feared that the man was going to corner him and demand more than Elijah was willing to give. But no, after a few seconds, the man moved away. Then there were muted squeals and the deep rumble of the man’s voice as he and the boys greeted one another. It didn’t take long for the moaning to start again, only this time there were three distinct voices. It proved impossible to ignore, if for no other reason than he now could picture a living, breathing man of his dreams mere feet away. He flipped over onto his stomach before the rational part of him could think better of it. As he listened to Dermott’s groaning as he fucked one of the boys, Elijah’s own hips undulated in imitation of what he couldn’t help picturing. When one of the boys cried out, Elijah came with a rush that left him breathless.

He clawed at the sofa as he fought to get his ragged breath under control. When he finally recovered from his climax, he was thinking clearly again. And he pushed to his knees, mortified as he realized he’d come on his make-shift bed. Thank God, Nico had tucked a sheet around the cushions. Between that and his boxers, the wet proof of his lack of control hadn’t managed to penetrate the sofa cover. Elijah jumped to his feet and tore the sheet off before his cum could leak through. Then he stood, his lungs pumping as if he’d run a marathon, panic mounting over what he should do next. The obvious solution came to him quickly, if for no other reason than he’d had practice hiding his shame from his mother. Dermott’s kitchen had a closet where he kept a stackable washing machine and dryer. Because the wash cycle for his clothing had ended, he had no trouble shoving that into the dryer before stuffing the sheet and his underwear into the washer. He was an early riser normally, so he’d just have to make sure he took care of the rest in the morning before the others caught on.

Hoping the sounds wouldn’t disturb his hosts, Elijah turned naked, because he had nothing clean left to wear. His plan was to wash up as best he could in the apartment’s single bathroom…and he ran right into Dermott. He would have literally bounced off the man if Dermott hadn’t grabbed Elijah by the upper arms to keep him steady. That left him eye-level with Dermott’s broad, muscular chest that held a smattering of dark hair. It was all to the good, because Elijah didn’t trust himself not to gaze farther south. He was already desperately cupping his own junk, hoping his recent orgasm would keep him from getting hard again. Being this close to Dermott was arousing, although he’d glimpsed Dermott’s blue boxer-briefs, so he knew that nothing of interest was simply hanging out there. Regardless, Elijah’s heart was beating like that of a demented squirrel. He was worried he might just pass out.

“Easy there.” Dermott’s voice was low and soothing. He rubbed his hands up and down Elijah’s arms with slow movements. “No need to be alarmed.” When Elijah worked up the courage to raise his gaze to the man’s face, he saw kindness there.

A breath stuttered out of him. “I’m sorry if I disturbed you.”

Dermott smiled. “I rather think it’s the other way around. My boys and I disturbed you.”

Elijah looked away. “I’m not used to a lot of things.”

With a final rub, Dermott let go of him and took a step back. Elijah started to lean toward him before catching himself and stopping.

“I’m sure this is all a bit overwhelming for you, but please believe me when I say that nothing that happens here is something to be embarrassed about. You are free to be you, Elijah.”

That simple permission had him blinking back tears. “Thank you.”

Dermott hummed. “You’re going to need something to sleep in. Wait a moment.” Elijah didn’t think he could make his feet move, even if a tornado hit. A few seconds later, Dermott returned and held out a small pile of clothing. “Here. This a pair of Nico’s yoga pants—he’s the closest to your size—and one of my T-shirts. You’ll swim in it, but it will also allow you to cover up as you please.” He waited patiently for Elijah to take them.

“Thank you, sir.” He couldn’t look the man in the eye.

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