When Secrets Run Out

Reading and Touching

Oliver's POV

  I settle into the bed as Elijah takes a shower, using the warm water to thaw his freezing human body.

    I feel a lightness in my step and breath that I hadn't realize was possible before, the future not seeming so daring and dark like it had before. As much as it curbs my stomach to even think of such words, I realize that the feeling bubbling from my core to my chest is hope. Hope that perhaps my thinking prior to meeting the sweet small juman, was premature bitterness.

    Hope, that the Goddess that I have been damning longer than humans have been aware of us to create myth, actually has the power to create love when there would otherwise been none.

    It's a feeling that I am not used to, and a small conscious part of me does want to be.

    Hope is a feeling that only the nieve believe in abc I refuse to become it's next victim, despite the pull of my heart that yearns for the sweet boy.

    There's the sound of getting from the other side of the door, and when I look up, I find myself gazing upon Elijah's pale clear skin, a fluffy towel wrapped around his waist, a slim shallow V-line disappearing into the taunting towel.

   And it appears, it's not only my heart that yearns to be near Elijah, my cock filling against my thigh as my tongue scrapes across my lip, the droplets of water falling down his skin clear to my enhanced eyes. I watch as his body shuffles and unlock my gaze, realizing how intense it may seem to someone without the ability.

    I stand from my perch upon the bed and clear my throat of whatever words that may have fell from my mouth. "Did you enjoy your shower?" I question my Bond, the human staring back at me with wide innocent eyes.

    Little does he realize that I am acutely aware of what he thinks about when his cock fills his hand when he's without company.

     By the Goddess. If this human entertains the idea of being with me for a moment longer, I'm going to steal him away and never give him back, the thought more enticing as our interactions continue.

     If I could go back in time and tell my past self that the love of my eternal life would end us being a human, I would simply stare back at myself and ask how bored could I possibly be to pull a prank such as that. And yet here I am, yearning for a human that I allowed to take my heart captive before I was aware it was in danger.

     "The shower never runs out of hot water. Sorry if I took too long that's usually how I measure the time." He tells me awkwardly, and I find myself amused at how simply.... adorable he is, for lack of a better word.

      "Waiting is nothing at all. If I chose to ignore time, I could take a nap for ten years and it would feel like thirty minutes." I explain to him distractedly and he expresses his awe, reminding me just how much of a feat it truly is. "What is it you would like to do?" I ask him, hoping that I am involved in the plans and he blushes and turns away from me, going towards the fireplace ares to change.

     With a will of steal crafted over thousands of years, I turn away from gazing upon his supple skin, knowing I want him to want me to.

      "Maybe we could read more of the book?" He asks and I jump in surprise when I realize in all my focus, the human managed to sneak up on me.

      "Of course we can." I answer, and the two of us exit the bedroom, strolling down the halls towards the library that I showed Elijah, the man falling instantly in love with it. Apparently enough to get curious. I open the doors for the two of us to step through, and find a seat for the two of us along the windowed wall, the seat adorned with pillows and throws.

    I watch as he goes to grab the book, and follows me to the seat, settling to my right as I throw one of the blankets across our laps.

    Elijah opens the book to the bookmark he left, and begins reading once more. "I wish I knew a time when secrets didn't hurt the world. When people loved each other for love and smiled because it felt great. I wish I knew a time when the world when stop when they walked by, and the wind would blow, and you would know, that a secret is all it would take, to take it all away."

    As he reads, my mind wanders, wishing my hands could do the same, my plans sweating as they yearn to be flush against his ass, the blush along his cheeks mirrored there.

    The pull of our Bond clouds my conscience and all I can think of is the feel of his words brushing across my skin, as my hands hold, protect and touch along the fine lines of perfection crafted by the very dreams I forgot I loved.

    Without allowing myself to contemplated any further, I brush my hand against the back and f his warm neck, a shiver following the innocent touch making my heart squeeze in excitement.

    The words that flow from his mouth are stumbled and broken, and it makes the story better as I allow my touch to roam the body before me, small light touched from his ear to his side, relishing in every stutter and stumble. By the time the chapter is over, Elijah's words are shaking, wobbling as he closes the book, my hands falling away from his thigh, my cock rigid and aching in my clothes, concealed between my thighs.

    "Are you ready to retire for the night?" I ask Elijah, my voice low, and I try to clear it, though I know it won't help.

     "Yes." The answer is soft, and I accept it, getting up from the window seat, and stealing my resolve as I remove the blanket from my lap, my little problem becoming both of ours to witness as I motion Elijah to start towards my bedroom.

    And the heated look he gave me once his eyes finally met mine as he turned, did nothing to help me mend my problem.

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My writing style is soooo different now than it was before and I don't think it matches this book anymore making it SOOO hard to write. Ugh but I just want it done!

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