Trevon's Pov
I couldn't believe I had Eli half-naked and moaning in the backseat of my red Rolls Royce Phantom. Somehow, I'd imagined this plan to de-gay Eli would take a while longer to work. Yet here he was looking like a full course meal while I gave him the pleasure only I could. I knew every sensory point on his body better than the entire layout of my villa. Even after all this while, he still looked beautiful and delicate. And yet there was something very different about him too, like the way he was holding back his pleasure. Admittedly, I could understand his predicament. He seemed like he had forgotten how to take and give pleasure, a clear symptom of Elena keeping him on a leash and denying him sex. I wanted to teach him how to pleasure my body like he used to, how to take everything he wanted without a care in the world and relish in that feeling. I wanted every inch of him to feel like he belonged to me. He grabbed a fistful of the hair at my nape and then I heard him suppress a moan before he came. I couldn't explain it but there was something about it that made me feel like a proud boyfriend. It was all the confirmation I needed that he still felt something for me even though he insisted vehemently that he wasn't into men. Or me.
Finally, I shifted so I was now looking into his dreamy eyes, breathing each other in while I waited for the weight of what we'd just done to dawn on him. I so badly wanted to kiss him again, but I held back. I honestly did not want him to feel overwhelmed after everything that had happened tonight. Maybe it was also the fact that I was reluctant to admit that I had lost control at some point. When I dragged him into that bathroom and made out with him, it was pure instinct. Initially, I had planned to get him alone and remind him of some of our nostalgic high school memories, hoping I could trigger a reaction from him. But then he went and gave Elena a sweet sickening smile that made me jealous and irrational. Before I knew what was happening, I had dragged him to the bathroom to teach him a lesson. A delicious unforgettable lesson. He had always been like that though, my Achilles heel. The only one who knew how to push my buttons.
Slowly, the car pulled up in front of an old apartment in a quiet side of town I had never been to. The state of the place made me feel very out of place. It shattered everything I thought I knew about Eli. I remembered that he came from a mid-size family who had come into new money during our high school days. His dad traded in seafood and had his own vessel fishing in the seas, so he was barely home. His mother helped to run the Cher Mer and owed a significant number of shares and his older half-sister was a model prior to getting kidnapped, raped and drowned that year. Now that I think about it, I don't remember hearing about the case after it was ruled inconclusive. I remember it so well because it was right around the time I had officially asked him to be my boyfriend. He turned to look at me, lips pursed and perhaps finally realizing that we were in a very awkward position. I could feel him build up the wall I had worked all night to tear up before he even spoke.
"Thank you for bringing me home Mr. Lockheart"
There it was. The wall being laid brick by brick and to hell with the consequences, but I was not about to let him hide away behind that mask and shut me out again.
"Ah so we're back to formalities huh? I see"
"Obviously we are in very different..."
Before, he could finish, I interrupted him with a quick soft kiss.
"I think we're way past that at this point Eli or should I say El-Jay?"
He looked at me briefly
"Don't call me that!!", he responded fiercely
I nodded in confusion, choosing to dig deeper into that reaction later but I capitalized on it in the moment anyways
"If you want me to not call you that, you should definitely call me Tray, it's hotter when you say it"
"Fine Jerk!" I smiled when he conceded without a fight, counting my small victories. He got out the car while I rolled down the window and turned his back to me, clearly sulking or I assumed he would be.
"Are you that desperate to get into your little apartment so you can wash off my scent? And I don't even get a goodnight darling, hmm?", I asked sarcastically peeping through the window
He huffed, clearly annoyed and turned to face me
"How was this a good night? Tonight was a mistake"
I nodded in understanding, slowly sliding out of the car with determination.
"You don't get the luxury to define what you think tonight was. It was everything but a mistake and I want more of it. More of you, even if you want to reduce it to something simple and insignificant. Like a blemish you can label and conveniently forget, I am not a mistake, a dent in all-so perfect life and I will not be labelled and relegated to the backseat of your life, Eli", I said in a voice full of anguish
He looked at me like a crazy idiot and then whispered
"No, I have a girlfriend. You and I know this is wrong and crazy! It should have never happened!"
"Is it? Which part of it should have never happened? You moaning in the bathroom or in my car? Us kissing? My teeth marks on your collarbone? Your hand in my hair or when I was sucking you like your life depended on it? Tell me Elisha Ferdinand Jeb!" I was angry and I knew he felt it too. He was awfully silent.
"Tell me!", I repeated but he kept his lips shut, refusing to give me the satisfaction of an answer.
"I don't think we should see each other anymore, Tray", he said slowly while looking me dead in the eye. His words cut deeper than a knife making my next words irrational and emotional
"You don't have a choice. You're going to keep seeing me, pleasuring me and being mine Eli or Elena finds out about tonight. Choice is yours"