Page 137 of Envious Of Fire
Elias doesn’t move. Doesn’t protest. Every cell of his body vibrates with anticipation. But within him is a battle of what he should or shouldn’t allow, should or shouldn’t give in to.
Kyle brings his teeth to Elias’s neck. Drake does the same.
Kyle doesn’t need to see Drake to know when his teeth sink in. He feels it through Elias’s all-telling body and heart, how it gives away Elias’s secret thrill, the way he craves being objectified, being used, being turned into just a piece of meat, at the whim of others’ desires.
Kyle and Drake’s secret pleasure in tasting becomes Elias’s in being tasted.
Elias is against the wall by the stairs suddenly, sandwiched by Kyle and Drake, being bitten on either side of his neck. His eyes have rocked back as his breaths come shorter and quicker.His lips hang open, forgotten. Chasing an instinct, Kyle drags a hand down Elias’s firm, tensed body, down the material of his tight ribbed tank top, then his fingers curl under the crotch of Elias’s jeans, cupping his fast-hardening dick.
When he hears his man’s sighs turn vocal, he knows he’s struck gold and starts massaging him.
Then Kyle feels Drake’s fingers slide over his own, joining him in cupping Elias’s crotch. The two meet eyes across the landscape of Elias. “Is there enough for both of us?” asks Drake coyly, coming off the neck. “I think so,” agrees Kyle tentatively. The clear omission of asking Elias his own opinion only aids in exciting him more; he’s just a toy for Kyle and Drake to enjoy, and any pleasure he feels is entirely at their discretion.
Their fingers curl tighter over Elias’s crotch, rubbing him deeper, squeezing him and massaging him. Elias’s dick grows harder, flexing against their hands, desperate to come out.
As if coordinated, Drake and Kyle move their teeth to a new spot somewhere on either shoulder. Elias groans, hisses out some word no one understands, then another, as two sets of teeth sink in again. Soon, it isn’t just biting, but a combination of the men licking, biting, and sucking, over and over, and they aren’t always synchronized. Elias’s heart jumps each time a bite comes unexpectedly. Then he’s soothed by the lick of a tongue. Back and forth and back again, flames of Elias’s arousal burn and swell without end, an orchestra he can’t control, conducted by the unpredictable lips and teeth of Kyle and Drake.
Then his words take shape. “We can’t … We have to …” He doesn’t want it to stop. But obligation is starting to fight its way forward. “We can’t do this right now. We have to—”
Drake, who was busy on his bicep, retreats, gives the skin a lick, then presses his fingers to his own lips. “Got it,” he says through his fingertips. “Trial run: a success. Future blood boy session approved. Date and time, yet to be determined.”
Elias is too out of breath to answer, turns to Kyle, his eyes full of questions, confusion—and desire. All the struggles they had recently, walking the fine lines of safety and danger, to have biting and blood in the bedroom, or favor more classical sex …
Suddenly all of it seems possible.
Then a hint of a smile touches Elias’s lips as he continues to look into Kyle’s eyes. They are, both of them, at peace … a peace for which they’ve been long searching.
That’s when the basement door flies open again, and Cade comes scurrying halfway down the steps. “Guys, guys, I think I found it, I found something useful!” From upstairs, Layna calls out: “I’m the one who found it!” Cade grins. “My daughter found it. In the book. Right away, oddly enough … like it was waiting for her. We just need to secure a few things before nightfall.”
Elias refocuses at once, smoothing out his tank top. “What things? I can go out and get them.”
“I’ll come with,” Cade insists. “We need to surround all of Nowhere with a line of salt. Like a big, big circle.”
Kyle lifts his eyebrows. “That’s a fuck lot of salt.”
“And I think we’re gonna need to move all of this upstairs,” she adds with a gesture at the table. “We need full, unfettered access to the wind. Actual wind.”
“This town’s not in any short supply of that,” says Elias.
“Can you help me? Sorry, Kyle,” she then says, “but it’s a particularly hot and sunny day, and … and I don’t think …”
“I understand,” Kyle assures her, feeling helpless suddenly.
“Get your rest, though. Both of you guys,” she adds with a glance back at Drake. “We’ll surely need you when it’s night. If we want to do this,” she then says to Elias, “we’ve gotta go now. It’s awholeshopping list of things we need to do.”
“Got it,” says Elias.
Cade nods. “I’ll send Jeremy down to help bring up all this stuff.” Then she hesitates as she seems to just now realize thethree of them are all gathered at the foot of the stairs. “Did I … interrupt something?”
“No,” state Kyle, Elias, and Drake all at once.
Cade blinks. “Okay.” And with that, she heads up the stairs.
Elias follows her partway, comes to a stop, then turns back to Kyle. “Stay safe down here, alright?” He glances at Drake, then surprisingly adds, “You too.”
Drake gives a thumbs up. Kyle nods. “Will do.”
Then Elias is out of the basement. Kyle lingers at the foot of the stairs for a while, lets out a sigh, then goes to the table to start cleaning things up for easy transport. Drake soon joins his efforts, putting things into bags and storing away items.
