Loving, Owen. [MXM]

6 - Goodnight...

THIRD POV.

Elijah stared down Owen Houton with a piercing gaze which made the poor man shift in his seat.

Owen was ignoring him.

Well, he was at least trying too.

How adorable.

It made Elijah smile, if Owen was his he would have had the adorable man on his knees begging to cum.

But Owen wasn't his.

Yet, anyways.

Well, Elijah had spent the rest of the day watching Owen, studying him.

Yes, he wanted the precious man to be his but he didn't want to scare or pressure the man.

"Goodbye, Mr. Reed," Owen muttered as he grabbed his stuffed animal bag getting ready to leave.

"Owen," Elijah called causing Owen to be still.

"It's raining, if I recall you walk or either take the bus, yes?" Owen pouted nodding his head.

He had an umbrella and the bus wasn't coming in until the next 30 minutes.

But he didn't mind, he was used to it.

"Let me take you home, Love," Elijah prompted grabbing his work bag and keys.

"Umm, I don't know-I can wait-"

"Owen," Elijah grunted.

Owen immediately reddens before mumbling okay giving it.

Elijah hums satisfied as he then began making his way over to the elevator with Owen right behind him.

Once they were in Elijah leaned over by Owen to press the bottom floor making Owen hold his breath as he got a whiff of the man's cologne.

Awkwardly, Owen stood in the elevator with Elijah not saying a thing but keep looking over toward him.

They were in an elevator alone.

"Do you really want me?" Owen questioned, his voice so soft and low that if Elijah wasn't standing close to the man he wouldn't have heard a thing.

"Yes, believe it or not, I do, sweetheart, " Elijah rasped.

"And it's not for sex or an experience?" Owen quried more. This time he was speaking louder although his face was red as a tomato.