Page 24 of His Every Move

I trust you.

He might as well have said he loved me. I didn’t want to let him down, didn’t want to break that trust. I was going to show him I had his back.

Fuck. I wanted to kiss him. Wanted to throw myself against him, press my body on his, let him feel how fucking hard he was making me.

“Alright,” I said, “I guess I should be heading out. I’ve got some work to do.”

Eli paused. Shit. Was he going to ask me to stay? Would it be okay if I did?

“Let me walk you out,” he said. He stood, the space between us closing. I smiled, even though I felt my heart drop.

It was fine. We’d had a great day, one I hadn’t even expected to have.

Maybe more of those were in store for us? Maybe this was only the beginning.

* * *

I was wasted.

I had started drinking the second I got home, mind a tangled mess of obsession and paranoia, my thoughts spinning with Eli, with Nomad, with every fucking thing I had to do, all the work that was ahead of me.

I had spent hours combing through forum posts, dredging up every last trace of Elijah’s digital history, pulling archived footage, tracking down deleted accounts, following every thread that might lead me to the person threatening him.

Before I started taking the shots—scratch that, I was three deep before I even opened my laptop—I found a couple of accounts on different websites that might have been linked to the Nomad that was threatening and stalking Eli. One was a Reddit account that had the same exact username as one of the Nomad accounts. There were two posts: one was in a subreddit about Broadway shows, and the other was in a local subreddit about NYC coffee.

It was likely nothing. But could also very well besomething. It seemed like a large coincidence that this person had a similar account name and also appeared to be located in the same city as Eli.

I leaned back in my chair. Lucky sat curled up on the couch. He seemed to be adjusting pretty well, even though I couldn’t help but feel sad for the little guy. I grabbed my glass, full of rum with a splash of Coke, and swirled it before taking a gulp.

My world was beginning to blur. My anxiety, my worries, they all started to disappear. I knew it’d be momentary, but I still welcomed it. Let the numbness drape over me like a nice, warm, cozy blanket.

I stood up from the chair, nearly tipping it over by accident. I stretched, walked over to the window. It was dark out. I glanced at the clock. Damn. Already eleven. I hadn’t realized how late it was getting.

Maybe it was time for me to stop working. I shut my laptop and shuffled to the kitchen, where I refilled my glass. I leaned against the counter, putting a hand inside my underwear.

I liked to work comfortably, so I had pretty much stripped down to my briefs once I got home. But even the briefs were starting to get annoying. I pulled those off, leaving them on the floor.

There. Better.

I took a chug of the drink and started to scroll through my phone. I wondered if he was online…

A quick check told me he wasn’t. That didn’t stop me from getting hard, though. Fuck. I’d been a leaking mess since I had said hello to him earlier today. He had no idea what kind of effect he had on me.

I wondered… did I have the same effect on him?

Maybe I didn’t? Maybe I wasn’t his type? Maybe I didn’t even have a chance with him?

I took another heavy chug. Stroked myself. Got harder.

If he wasn’t online, then I could just pull up one of his older streams. It didn’t have the same kind of thrill as him being live did, but at least I’d get to see him jerk off.

Or maybe…

My finger hovered over the security camera app. I hadn’t deleted it yet. It was still logged in to his account.

Had I done that on purpose? Installed it on my own phone before his? Couldn’t tell. World was spinning a bit, thoughts were difficult to untangle.

I walked back to the couch. Lucky lifted his head, giving me a judgmental glare before dropping it again and closing his eyes.

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