Page 12 of Escape into the Night

Elias coming undone was the most erotic, potent aphrodisiac. Caleb redoubled his efforts as the salt tang taste of Elias’ precum danced over his tongue. The quiver of his thighs, the erratic pattern of his breathing, and the near constant sound of hisbuilding pleasure had Caleb’s dick throbbing in his pants. The crest loomed ever closer and he knew the moment they hit that peak. Elias rolled up from the mattress and his hands flew to the back of Caleb's head, holding on for dear life as his cock swelled, pulsed, and then erupted to flood Caleb’s mouth with ropes of cum too prolific to swallow down in time. Try as he might, Elias’ release was too profound not to cause a debauched mess. It was utterly glorious.

Trembling nearly as much as his panting lover, Caleb milked every last drop from his slit until Elias’ moans became meek cries and the overstimulation turned his writhing into twitching. He clambered to his feet, his lips parting from Elias' spent cock with an audible pop. Hasty movements did not make him at all graceful as he hurried to undo his pants to free his dick. The one bonus was that his mouth was now free to ramble the dirty talk Elias was so utterly fond of.

“Such a good boy. So fucking gorgeous.” Caleb pressed one hand to the center of Elias’ heaving chest as he wrapped the other around his straining length. “I'm going to paint you in my cum like the dirty boy you are.”

“Please, Cay,” Elias mewled, still panting and squirming on the mattress. “Please?”

“Tongue out.” Spreading his legs, Caleb knelt on the mattress and knee walked himself forward until he was straddling Elias’ chest. The lust-blown pupils stared up at him as if he'd hung the moon and the effect was a potent one. He jacked himself harder in response as the tingling warmth of his impending climax bloomed at the base of his spine before emanating outward through his core. With their eyes locked and panting breaths synchronized, Caleb persisted until the pleasure peaked, crashing through him with enough force to have his vision darken at the edges. There was nothing quite as pretty a sight as his cum shooting out to cover his husband’s face. The glisteningropes landed in and around his mouth, making a mess of his goatee and bringing another guttural groan to his lips as his eyelids fluttered closed in bliss.

The aftershocks of his orgasm still rippled through his body as Caleb released his hold on his cock to grab Elias’ face between both hands. The kiss he bestowed on him was pure filth, cum and spit and humid breath making a bigger mess of them than they already were. In other words, it was perfection. The ferocity of it cooled to a simmer, turning their movements sensual and slow where they were once voracious and volatile. Only once they were both breathless again did Caleb pull back enough to dive into the silvery blue depths of Elias’ gaze.

“Love you, my perfect baby doll.”

“I love you more, my heart.”

Caleb pressed his forehead to Elias', their sweat damp skin burning hot with the contact as they rested in the post-orgasmic haze together. It was these moments that galvanized his belief that, no matter what, they'd be all right. As long as they always had one another, it would all end up okay. With that thought in his head and mirrored back to him in Elias’ adoring gaze, he nestled closer and blanketed Elias’ body with his own. They’d get cleaned up eventually. Right now, he simply wanted to shield his husband from the woes of their world. Just for a little while longer.

Chapter Six

Elias

Conflictedwasthebestdescriptor for Elias’ head as he and Caleb climbed from the car and approached the restaurant. He’d chosen the spot for a number of reasons—it was centrally located, spacious on the interior, and he could rent out the entire back room for a bargain. The discretion it afforded was a necessity, especially now that his plan had somehow been leaked to the worst of society hellbent on destroying everything he held dear. Even with that promise of privacy and discretion, his nerves jangled like live wires as they approached the venue hand in hand.

Despite his misgivings, they looked the part. Sharp suits on squared shoulders with their heads held high, he and Caleb strode into the conference space with confidence, none more so than Cay himself. He thrived in these situations. Elias gave a subtle squeeze of his hand to thank him for the support as they parted at the head of a long table cluttered with small plate appetizers. He'd hoped, perhaps in vain, that feeding the assembly would win them over to his side. Good food was a huge motivator, after all.

“Good afternoon, ladies and gentleman.” Elias remained standing as Caleb took a seat beside him. All around him, the expectant faces of senators, congressmen, donors, and supporters waited in anticipation. With a restorative breath, he began the speech that wasn't all that hard to memorize since he believed each word to the marrow of his bones.

The more he spoke, the more confident he became. Promises of leadership grounded in empathy and integrity were easy to make when one held those principles in the highest esteem. His words garnered nods and quiet approval as he made claims of a brighter future for them all—bridging political divides, tackling corruption, and restoring the country’s faith in the government they all swore to protect, preserve, and defend.

It was hard not to make accusations against Adelaide, but he refused to run a smear campaign. Instead, he aimed for veiled criticism of policies rooted in fear and division. The murmurs of agreement and critical gazes affirmed that everyone present knew what he was getting at without having to say it directly. This would be the highest tightrope he'd have to walk when it came to campaigning.

“I'm not doing this for prestige or power. My goal is not for notoriety. My aim is, and always will be, to create a world where people like my son—like all of our sons and daughters—do not have to live in fear under a leader who can't be trusted.” Elias rested his hands on the chair in front of him as his eyes searched the many faces gazing back at him.

Movement caught his eye as Matthew rose to his feet. “And I will be at your side every step of the way. I intend to join the ticket as Elias’ running mate. Together, we will dedicate ourselves to bringing glory to this nation’s highest seat of power. For the good of the people.”

The room erupted in cacophonous applause and heartfelt cheers. Despite the earnest support, Elias’ smile faltered a little.He was standing with his toes on the precipice of a momentous occasion and the weight of it became a physical sensation in the middle of his chest.

“They're all with you, baby.” Caleb’s whisper drew Elias’ gaze. His crooked smile eased the pressure in his ribcage by a fraction. “You've got this.”

“We. We’ve got this.” Elias bolstered his words with a resolute nod.

The afternoon meeting turned into an open forum as the people fell into smaller conversational groups. The innocuous clink of silverware against plates and ice in glasses was a stark contrast to the heavy topics being discussed. How something as mundane as the sounds of people sharing a meal could exist at the same time as talks about corruption and threats threw him for a loop. It was a chilling reflection of his life over the last two years—small moments of normalcy tainted by the threat of an enemy with no name or face.

He made the rounds with Caleb steadfast beside him, thanking everyone for coming and lending their support. As the numbers began to dwindle, the young hostess appeared in the door, pale-faced and trembling. Elias checked his watch, confused to find they still had half an hour left on the reservation.

“Sir?” Her voice was a strained squeak as she deftly maneuvered through the lingering bodies. “This came for you.”

Caleb intervened, snatching the small note from her shaking hand. His lips parted, his eyes went wide, and Elias’ heart skipped a beat as he looked up to make eye contact before slowly passing the paper to him. His gaze dropped immediately to the scribbled words and he barely had time to pull a chair out before collapsing into it.

“Reconsider now or your family will pay the price.”

Elias found it difficult to draw a full breath and the pressure built in his chest to the point of pain. Thank God forsmall blessings, because Matt and Caleb jumped into action, seeing the remaining loiters from the room with bright smiles and promises to talk again soon. Lastly, the hostess was ushered back to her simpler duties overseeing reservations and seating charts without the weight of threats from ruthless enemies hanging over her head. She'd have to deal with more complications once the authorities arrived. Hopefully, she could hold on to a little peace for a bit longer. Elias found himself wondering if perhaps he'd enjoy a simpler workaday job, too.

Once the room was empty, he sank back in his chair with a shaky breath. “What have I done?”

“Nothing. Abso-fucking-lutely nothing.” Caleb rushed closer and fell to his knees to better see Elias’ downcast face. “They're terrified, and that's because you're doing the right thing.”

“Cay, maybe Theo was right. I'm putting us in danger. All of us. This is a mistake.”

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