Page 67 of Margins

Alex doesn’t stop, and for as long as he can, he gives even more, his grip on Elijah’s waist tightening, and both of them too worked up to be able to wait much longer. He moves quickly then, enough lube poured into his hand to make each stroke of his cock obscene, Alex unsure where to look when he wants to see it all.

Elijah gets impatient after another few seconds, and Alex manages a clumsy nod, and however much Alex is still nervous about any of what happens next, Elijah is confident enough for both of them, straightening and shifting far enough forward that he can lower himself onto Alex.

Then they wrap their arms around each other, and everything makes such perfect sense.

Alex shivers. “Fuck, I—this is—”

“One more thing you didn’t know?” Elijah finishes, grinding against Alex’s lap before he starts to rise and fall again. “It’s okay, I’ve got you.”

And Alex knows he does. He’s known it since the morning Elijah wouldn’t let him walk away from his garage sale without explaining why he’d bothered to go back, and since he asked for Alex’s number after hearing about an old book’s margins, and since he called after Elena’s bedtime to talk about a love story that might have belonged to strangers. It was obvious when Elijah asked Alex to meet him at the bar, and when he asked Alex why Cassidy left, and when he refused to kiss Alex after too many tequila shots.

Even after Alex got lost for a couple of weeks, Elijah had him when they first came in each other’s arms, and he hasn’t let go since.

The control is all his right now, and he braces himself on Alex’s shoulders as he takes him deeper, everything about it both fast and excruciatingly slow, a long moan keeping him company on the way down. Each time he reaches Alex’s lap, Elijah doesn’t stay there long, rocking to fill himself over and over again, Alex’s hands on his hips to help however he can. It’s everything Alex had dared to want and a little too much too, his body still shaking with the sensation of having Elijah so tight around him, and it doesn’t help—or maybe it very much does—that Elijah’s cock leaks where it rubs against Alex’s stomach, Elijah still content with his languid up and down while Alex is so close to surrendering to a few different things.

For one, Alex wants to promise Elijah that he’s got him too, for tonight or for the rest of their lives, but the words get mixed up somewhere along the way.

“I’m—feels so—I—I love you,” he stutters.

“I love you, too,” Elijah says. “I’m so far beyond in love with you.”

The gentleness of their exchange should probably keep the roll of their hips just as measured, but it appears to kick-start Elijah instead, and Alex chases the reminder that this is all part of the story they get to write together, all the twists and turns ones they’ll share. Elijah rises a little higher this time, his body sinking back down the next second, and Alex reads him perfectly, his thrust timed to meet Elijah there, both of them crying out at the unexpected pleasure.

“I—fuck—” Elijah cries.

“Keep going,” Alex pants. “Whatever you need—tell me.”

Even as he makes his demand, Alex sort of wishes he could turn it on himself, his own thoughts everywhere at once because he needs so, so much, still aching from too many years of things he’d never had, and he isn’t sure how to beg for all of it now. He’s tempted by a recklessness he doesn’t know, but their moans are punctuated by the frenetic slap of skin on skin, and Alex thinks maybe he’s being introduced to it here.

And then Elijah’s hooded eyes meet his, and he reads Alex as well as he always has. “No, you tell me.”

“Christ, baby, I—”

“Anything.”

“I want to know what it feels like when you—I want you to come like this—while I’m still inside you.”

Alex is close to confessing so much more when he catches the look on Elijah’s face, his teeth digging into his lower lip like he has to hold back several fantasies Alex isn’t ready to hear. He should know he doesn’t have to bother, though—Alex wants to hear it all.

Would probably do it all.

But neither of them says anything more for now, Alex wrapping the fingers of one hand around Elijah’s cock, his thumb sweeping over the tip and his other hand pushing through Elijah’s curls until he can hold him there. Alex thinks he’d love to kiss him again too, but he can’t when he’s rapidly losing all semblance of control, his body desperate for everything else they can give each other before it’s all over.

When Elijah’s rhythm starts to break into a hundred heartbeats another minute later, Alex notices immediately. “Yes, please—come for me.”

And just before he does, Elijah stares down at Alex, his cheeks flushed and his mouth falling open, and Alex swears he’d stare back forever if he weren’t so fucking turned on by what Elijah was about to do, looking down between them just in time to catch the mess spilling over his chest and stomach. Then he releases Elijah’s cock surprisingly quickly, one arm winding around Elijah’s back while his other hand is still fisted in Elijah’s hair, and Alex thrusts into him without a care in the world, every sound from the back of Elijah’s throat one of abashed desire.

Alex does his best to muffle his cry against Elijah’s body when he finally shudders, his hips jerking once, then twice, then a third time before they crumble into each other, their chests heaving. And Alex knows he needs to get up once they’ve caught their breath, but Elijah reaches for his face first, a hand on either side of Alex’s head when he curls forward to kiss him, the intimacy of it almost enough to keep him there for a lifetime.

He lets go, though, peeling himself away from Alex and falling sideways onto the bed, and Alex stumbles away to clean himself up until he can return to Elijah’s arms, sated and silent and maybe half asleep once they've piled the covers on top of them. Alex isn’t sure how long they lie there, Elijah’s fingertips tracing any number of patterns onto his bare skin, but his eyes have been closed for a while when he feels a warm sigh at the back of his neck.

“I know I probably did this family introduction thing a little backward, but I—” Elijah sighs again, and Alex turns in his arms to wait for the rest. When it takes another minute, tears blinked away as they appear, Alex kisses him, as tender as he can be when Elijah needs help finding the right thing to say. “I think there’s someone else I’d like you to meet soon. Someone I need to get to know a little better, too.”

Alex smiles and presses it to Elijah’s cheek. “I would love to meet your mom.”

Epilogue

The fog whispers good morning when Alex steps onto the back deck, the coffee in his hand having said the same just a few moments ago. Poe is the only one to mostly ignore him, trotting outside for a couple of minutes in the yard before going back to comfortably snoring at the far end of the living room couch. After closing the door behind him, Alex sits down in one of the patio chairs and takes a sip from his mug, and he thinks he loves it all—the fog, the patio, the coffee, and the dog—though not quite as much as he loves the man sleeping upstairs in their bed.

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