When Secrets Run Out

Waking and Wandering

Elijah's POV

My eyes fluttering as I struggle against what looks like sun coming through the blinds on the opposite side of the room and I have to remember where I am before I send myself into a panic.

I'm not sleeping away at a beach house in the south, waiting to go to the beach and read the days away at a moments notice. Instead I'm locked away, snowed inside with a sexy stranger that meld me shy with his piercing gaze and accent.

I think that's an upgrade.

When I realize I'm in his bed however I get confused, the last thing I remember is being in the chair next to his as I read to him, the lines of the story had become blurred together and... I fell asleep.

I groan in embarrassment at the thought and want to beat myself up.

I told the man I wasn't tired and then fell asleep in front of him like a dumb little kid and then he had to carry me to bed like one. He's probably ready for all the snow to melt so that he can get rid of me.

I rise out of his bed and realize that he's no where to be found, the room empty of him even though we were both us pretty late last night, especially since I hadn't seen him sleeping. Not really sure what to do, but too anxious to just stay in his bed, I get out of the sheets and make my way to the door.

Some how I will have to find the courage to ask this man to help me get my stuff form my car. I don't plan on walking around in the same messy bloody clothes that I have been since yesterday morning.

I take my glasses off of the night stand, and place them on my nose, glad that Oliver decided to take them off. I can't remember how much money I've spent on fixing my glasses after I feel also with them on whirl reading.

Way too much to be healthy.

I open the door softly and look both ways before I hit my lip, realizing that I'm not quite sure where to go.

I wander through the halls, ignoring doors that are closed since it isn't my place, and finally find the living room. The space is large and dark like everything else in this hidden mansion and on the couch, I find Oliver, his arm draped across his face as he sleeps away.

I think about going to wake up, but I change my mind, knowing that he was up a lot longer than me.

I feel bad that he had to sleep on the ouch and that I took his room, but I try not to blame myself since there's a couch in there and maybe he wanted to watch TV.

As he sleeps though, I can't help but walk closer, looking at the man that saved my life yesterday when he didn't have to.

His jaw is sharp even in his sleep, a little stubble crawling along his chin and the top of his neck, the slim column exposed as his head tilts up in exhaustion. His lips are parted as he breaths in and out, pink and seductive in their plumpness and I can feel myself begin to get hard the closer I stare at him, but I can't stop, something about this man behind so hypnotic.

His lashes touch his cheeks as he sleeps, dark and full as the gently fall against his skin.

Just as I'm close enough to touch, he shifts and I jump back, breaking the spell that I was put under, something inside of my tugging me towards him.

With red cheeks I feel that my dick is straining against my pants and I almost squeal when I notice that I was creeping on the sexy nice man that helped save my life.

Going to make a quick getaway, I turn around and race towards the room, happily finding a bathroom next to it.

When I look myself in the mirror, I'm not surprised to find myself with red cheeks, uneasy breath and a dick print polling out of my jeans. I think about hoping in a shower to fix it, until I realize that I have no clothes to change into. And that leaves me with one mortifying option.

I pull down my zipper and with shy hands, pull out my aching cock, my moan breathy as I take it out, pushing into my hand a little at the feeling.

I spit into my hand and with red ears I lean against the wall and being pumping my aching cock to the thought of Oliver and all the things about the man that drive me absolutely crazy.

This is going to be one long snow storm.

~~~~~~~~~~
Ahhhh these last four chapters are actually killing my soul right now. also, i never knew how many ignorant people there were in the world until I read tiktok comments.

Thoughts?

Comments?

QOTD: Nick or Disney?