Page 5 of Beneath His Robes

And that made meangry.

ChapterThree

Ronan

Elias pushed and strained. Keeping a grip on him was something I could no longer do. He reached out his hand, pulling me upright. The man who stood in front of me was barely recognizable. His bright blue eyes, which once held an innocence to them, were darker now.

He was all hard edges and clean-cut beauty. His short strawberry-blond hair stood out next to those dark robes, and underneath, I could see he was packed full of lean muscle. The memories of him I often thought about were not agreeing with the person in front of me.

The images were distorted with Elias’s maturity.

Fuck me…trying to comprehend how beautiful he was now felt impossible.

“How dare you,” he said, his quiet tone still shaking and mingling with rage.

The unbreakable Elias Cross was…unraveling.

“How dare you, Ronan. You can’t waltz back into my life and lay some claim to me like you own me. I haven’t been yours for ten years! You are right in the fact that I do belong to a man. One man…and that man is God.”

I couldn’t help but grind my teeth in response.

His God…

Pfft…Will your God relieve that ache in your cock, Mon Pur?

“Do you really believe that Elias?” I challenged, cornering him against his small box of whispered confessions. “Is that what you told all those people you fucked in your failed attempts to get over me?”

He was seething, a fire burning so bright in the depths of his eyes that it made me throb for him, desperate to taste those flames.

“Get out,” he growled, his voice cracking with anger and pain.

I knew I’d hurt him all those years ago. I’d watched the boy crack in two, felt his pain, and shared his heartache as he broke. We were untethered souls drawn to one another, and the hell I endured my entire life was worth it as long as it meant I got to taste him. He had been my sanctuary ever since we were young.

* * *

The strike landed against my cheek, sliding over my busted lip.

“You little bitch! When I have yo mama underneath me, you stay the fuck away!”

I wiped the snot away from my nose, and the blood and tears staining my shirt sleeve. My stepfather was never going to stop, and my mother was either too stupid or too scared to put an end to it.

She was yelling at me now, her shrill shrieking just as loud as her screams of pain were moments before.“Get the fuck out! Ronan, don’t you ever come back here!”

My stepfather snarled, shoving me against the wall, anchoring me by my sore throat. “Oh no. This fucker is coming back. I don’t need you fucking that little shit that follows you around like a lost puppy.”

He glanced out the window behind me, his vicious stare reaching toward the direction of the trail Elias usually traveled. I knew Elias wasn’t there. It was raining too damn hard, but dammit…my heart rate tripled for a split second. The thought of my best friend, my Elias Cross, being outside broke my heart. Elias was the only light in this hell I called my life.

“You hear me…” he screamed at me, spit flying into my face. “You will not make me and your mom look like lepers of this community because you can’t keep that dirty dick in your damn drawers! I will kill him if I see you go anywhere near him again.

I flinched, the words stinging worse than his grip. Elias was everything I couldn’t have but everything I wanted.

“What? You think we didn’t notice? You ain’t no son of God. Fucking faggot.”

“Get him outta here! I need my hole filled, Daddy!”

Without another word, I was discarded like trash out of the trailer door with a boot up my ass.

“Fuck you!” I spat on the ground while glaring at the white, beaten-up door. It was pouring rain, and I needed to find some shelter.

---