Page 58 of The Elves and the Shoemaker
When Henrik finally found his release in Johan’s body, the warm liquid filled him up in a way he’d never been filled before and the image in his mind’s eye alone was enough to have him following Henrik into heaven.
Johan groaned loudly as his entire body tensed at once before going lax with relief, his cum spurting out of his hand and coating Elias’ already leaking cock.
“Yes, Gods, yes!” Elias grabbed for Johan’s face and fused their mouths together as he shook, his chest blushing pink and the tendons in his neck taut and bulging. Elias’ cum joined Johan’s, some shooting far enough to be tangled in the hair that covered Johan’s stomach.
When Henrik softened and slipped from Johan’s body, he winced, he didn’t like that part so much. Turning to face Henrik and kissing him hard was the perfect distraction, though.
Elias flopped onto his back and declared, “I am dead. I have been sexed to death. What a way to go.”
Johan and Henrik chuckled at their ridiculous lover before kissing each other some more.
“Was that okay?” Henrik asked.
Johan nodded. He opened his mouth and shut it again, repeating the motion but unable to get any words to leave him. Instead, he reached for Henrik’s hand and held it over his heart, trying to tell Henrik with his eyes what he wanted to say out loud.
“I—” The rest of his sentence got stuck, but Henrik looked at him like he’d heard the words anyway. Like they’d travelled from Johan’s mind into the elf’s and made a home there.
Johan’s heart pounded beneath the palm of Henrik’s hand.
“I love you, too,” Henrik whispered, and a tear tracked down Johan’s cheek.
How had he got so lucky as to find lovers who could hear him even when he couldn’t speak? Using his thumb, Henrik wiped the tear away. “So much, Johan. Both of you.” He smiled up at where Elias had appeared, resting his chin on Johan’s shoulder.
“I love you both, too,” Elias said.
They lay in a comfortable peaceful silence together for a while, luxuriating in the calm that followed all three of them finding what they needed in one another.
Eventually, though, Elias broke the silence. “You two sleep first, I’ll keep watch.”
Elias retrieved the pail of water and a cloth from next to the bed for them.
Once they were all a bit cleaner, Johan and Henrik curled up under the blanket. Elias kissed them both on the forehead and whispered, “I would do anything for you both, I hope you know that,” before grabbing a blanket and taking a seat near the window with a thoughtful but determined look on his face that for some reason had a pit forming in Johan’s stomach.
Twenty-Five
Henrik
H
enrik woke to find Elias still sitting by the window as the rays from the rising sun slowly filtered in, lighting up the room with a soft glow.
“Why didn’t you wake us?” Henrik grumbled.
Elias smiled, looking a little sleepy. “The two of you looked peaceful, and you know me, Rik. I can sleep anywhere. I’ll catch up on my sleep today.”
Henrik was still scowling at Elias when he realised he was being ungrateful for getting a full night’s undisturbed sleep, so he tried to rearrange his features into something softer.
“Thank you,” he said, pecking a kiss to Elias’ forehead when he passed by.
Henrik headed for the cupboard where they kept their food, and a near-empty shelf stared back at him. They had enough to eat for two days tops, and even that would mean sticking to small rations.
Elias had made his way over to the bed and was snuggling up to Johan, who slowly stirred awake.
“Morning, kjære,” Elias said.
“What’s… wrong?” Johan asked, spotting Henrik’s worried expression.
“We are running very low on food now,” Henrik explained.
