"You're going to think this is awfully sentimental," Elijah said with a low laughter, his eyes now gone completely dark with lust as he stared up into Asher's. "But I know just how you cock your hip when you're being particularly arrogant. And just how you laugh when you aren't making fun of someone but actually amused by something delightful. I also find that enthusiasm you have for silly things like Christmas decoration rather irresistible."
There was more. The way Asher acted when he got a little bit of unwarranted affection, the way he acted in an unexpectedly sincere manner every now and then.
"I like your intelligence," Elijah gasped when their hips came together with a resounding slap. "But I'm surrounded by brilliant people. I like your confidence but the apartment is full of cock-sure cowboys. It's at home when you curl against my side that I find my body hot when I think of you alone in my bed and yes, yes, I have touched myself thinking about it. You can be smug about it if you want."
Elijah pushed his feet against the mattress as he released Asher's hair and flipped them over with a sure arm around Asher's waist, lifting him up and lowering him down to the bed a moment later so he could pin Asher down to it with his weight.
"And...?" he asked as he pressed one hand on the mattress beside Asher's head, the other went to his hips to keep them in place while Elijah kept driving into him, steady and deep. "Do you find it to your liking?"
Asher should be smug about it, about Elijah admitting that he got himself off thinking of Asher, especially under such circumstances. Sentimental wasn’t a good trait in either of their lines of work. Relationships were just a game where the one who got the most attached lost.
It wasn’t a thing to confess when driving into Asher’s body like that, that made Asher scramble to hold on to Elijah as their positions flipped, nails raking along Elijah’s back to leave welts behind. What could he say to the question, especially since his own answer would be so equally sentimental that he’d die before admitting it?
“Think about fucking me in the middle of the meeting room table next time,” Asher hissed out between gasps of breath, reaching between them to pump his own cock because this was not a morning meant to last long. “That’s one of my favorite thoughts.”
Elijah wasn't stupid enough to not notice that Asher avoided answering most of his questions. He'd done that several times during this little romp already. But Elijah wasn't someone who stopped to demand answers. He would get them eventually.
"Is that so?" he asked instead, one of his hands sneaking under Asher's thigh to push it up to open him up even more as Elijah drove into him with heavy, deliberate thrusts. "I suppose we'll have to make that reality one day to give you something to remember by."
His gaze was keen on Asher, honey-heavy and dripping lust. Elijah liked to keep eye contact through the whole thing, he also liked to see Asher lose himself, possibly several times before he would give into his own pleasure.
"Are you going to come?" he asked softly, breath short and rough but still tightly controlled.
That was one question Asher had no problem answering. The burn in his muscles at the position was deliciously set off by the way the angle made Elijah's cock hit that wonderful spot inside of him with every deep thrust. Elijah's dark eyes locked to his own just made him pump his own erection harder, a grin spreading across his face even as he had to gasp for air.
"Would you listen if I did?" Elijah asked with a warm smile that spread across his lips suddenly. "You never do what I tell you to do. Maybe I should start using reverse psychology on you instead."
He gave a soft groan as he shifted his gears and drove in faster, like a machine, even thrusts, bang, bang, bang, skin against skin, making noise. "But I can make you," he said with a little bit of a feral grin, still picking up pace, hellbent on fucking the daylights out of Asher. Right now.
"Even a broken clock is right twice a day," he whispered. "Come for me, Ash."
The warm smile made Asher's heart lurch behind his ribs, just the same weighty feeling as the one that came from seeing the feral grin even if the second went straight to his cock. Asher bit his lip to try to hold back but even that didn't last long. Eli was fucking him like a jackhammer, each hit making Asher see stars behind his eyes as he pumped his own cock in time with the thrusts. He barely needed that extra stimulation and quickly gave up on it entirely in favor of just holding on to Elijah as he cried out when the orgasm hit. He couldn't have held back if he wanted to, not with the way Elijah was using his body like that, the angle making his come spill across his chest.
With a satisfied, cat-like smile Elijah watched Asher gradually lose the interest to snark back and only chase his own pleasure with wild abandon. Eventually he even gave up on trying to stroke himself and just succumbed to the relentless pace that Elijah set up.
Asher spilled himself on Elijah's chest but he didn't stop, even if he took a moment to appreciate the release that made Asher's face look like he had just experienced something profound. It was such a powerful feeling, knowing that it was all because of him.
Then he flipped them over with one strong arm around Asher's waist and laid him down onto the bed with surprising care. He leaned over Asher and kept thrusting into him with a considerably slower pace.
"You think you can come again?" he asked as he pushed his hands against Asher's chest and pinned him down.
Asher only whimpered in answer first, fists clutching at the bedsheets as he bit his lip against the over sensitive feeling of Elijah still moving inside of him.
"Yes," he finally gasped out in answer. He'd done it before, marathon fucking. Never with a partner quite so ... fit as Elijah, however. "Just don't touch my cock for a few minutes, God it's almost too much - Fuck, Eli -"
The muscles in Asher's stomach trembled, Elijah pinning him effectively in place even if he wasn't temporarily too weak to move.
"You - ah - you sure you can last long enough for it though...?"
"We'll have to see," Elijah murmured as he watched Asher curiously. He honestly didn't know the answer to that. Because the way Asher was writhing under him was going straight to Elijah's cock and pushing him a little further along the path to release.
But then again, if he was known for something, it was iron-grip on his own self. It was rare to see him lose it, when it came to anything at all. The thing was that he could fuck Asher still even if he happened to come along the way. He knew his own body and his dick. It would soften but not all the way.
"Let me worry about that," he continued softly as he changed his angle a little while he gently pushed into Asher again and again, trying to find one that would please him the most while still effectively pinning Asher against the mattress, holding him immobile.
"I like the way you look when you come," he said next, simple and honest. "I want to see it again. Hear too."
"That might - ah - be the nicest and filthiest compliment I've ever gotten," Asher said, trying for flippant but not quite getting there between his gasps. There was an edge of pain there, too - too much, too soon, but he quickly added "Keep going," so Elijah wouldn't feel the need to stop out of concern that was unfounded.
The one witty line would have to do, Asher's cleverness was much repeated when going for a second round straight through the first. He would have been embarrassed at how transparent it made him, how quickly and easily he trembled and writhed under Elijah, how every single gasp and moan and whimper escaped him, unable to be held back. Elijah wanted to see it, though. Liked it, even. It was one bit of honesty Asher could give him.
His whole body shuddered against the pinning hands, squeezing tight around Elijah as he found the perfect angle. Asher bit his lip by accident from the sudden cry it wrenched from him, making the cut on it bleed again.
Elijah wasn't worried about pushing Ash too much. If there was one thing he knew Asher would do it was to take care of Asher, so if he was getting something he didn't want, he would say so, quite possibly very loudly so.
There was something awfully powerful about fucking all the sass out of Ash. Elijah found that he was quite transfixed by the process and Asher's reactions to it. It as like peeling away layer upon layer of lies and front that both of them were experts at putting on. Getting a taste of the core was terribly addicting, though, something he wouldn't forget easily.
"Yeah," he said throatily as he slowed down even more, hitting that angle that made Asher cry out with pleasure. "It's okay, just let go," he urged gently as one of his hands found Asher's cheek and cupped around his jaw, holding him securely against the mattress as he kept chasing that angle with single minded focus. "You're beautiful, Asher."
Asher tried to keep the sass up, partial words here and there cut off by another moan torn from his throat as Elijah hammered at that spot that made everything inside light up with pleasure. He hadn't gotten that soft after he came the first time, and untouched he was already getting harder again. He was held completely in place, unable to do anything other than small squirms and spasms around Elijah's cock inside of him that he wasn't even able to control, body reacting on its own to the delight and euphoria.
His eyes were almost entirely black as he tried to keep the eye contact that Elijah demanded earlier, though they were distant and unfocused. Too much in the best way. He didn't scream when he came the second time, though his mouth moved as if he would and only let out a faint almost pained whimper from it, bearing down on Elijah's cock tightly once more.
"I've got you," Elijah promised when Asher whimpered and came again, his cock leaking clear cum between them. There was something utterly devastating in seeing Asher this openly vulnerable, fucked to a point where he no longer had anything to quip back and steal the moment with sarcasm and wit.
It was addicting to be honest. And Elijah couldn't help but want to see it again. So much so that he held back his own release with a tucked in jaw and a tight frown on his brows, controlled and collected. He paused for a small moment to let Asher rest for just a brief second or two before he started again, hitting that spot he knew must be sore by now but also sensitive and ready to be revved up with a moment's notice.
"One more," he whispered as he bend over Asher to press him down and fucked him, patiently seeking the best angle and then keeping it. Keeping direction and intensity exactly where Asher wanted it.
It was only after another whimpering orgasm, watching into those black, open eyes and listening to the involuntarily broken quality of Asher's voice that Elijah peaked without having no say in the matter. His body just took over, making him shake as he slammed inside Asher one last time, hips against hips, his voice shuddering as he muttered a few curses. His release swept over him with such intensity that he would have been afraid that he might pass out if he had any braincells to spare for fear.
"...Fuck," he muttered, forehead against Asher's, eyes falling close, unbidden and exhausted.
Asher couldn't do anything but tremble under Elijah, and the worst part was if Elijah had demanded a try for a fourth time he would have gone for it. Maybe not managed, but it was just as addicting for Asher when Elijah tore him down to just the core of him. That raw open wound of the person he once was that he buried so long ago. He managed to bring an arm up around Elijah as the other man caught his breath, his own dark eyes slowly coming back into focus on the man in front of him.
"Stay with me," Asher murmured, accent slurring from every corner of the world. "Fuck the FBI, just run away with me. We'll never have to want for anything and they'll never catch us."
Elijah cracked his eyes open when he heard Asher speak. The sudden ache he felt in his chest made him realise just how fucked he was for this man. Elijah knew himself and he knew what this ache meant.
He flopped to his side, pulling carefully out of Asher before dragging him close to his own chest, wrapping Asher in his arms. His mouth pressed to Asher's forehead, one of his hands drawing idle patterns on his back.
"I can't leave Mike," he said simply. The truth was that he would have considered the offer otherwise. Mike didn't deserve to be parted from his mother and his life like that because his dad wanted to become a fugitive chasing after his criminal lover.
"But come back with me, I'll make sure you will be given your freedom in time and if you wish, a job at the bureau. And if you wish, there's a place for you in my house."
Asher was relieved he had stopped himself before he promised the truth along with asking Elijah to run away with him. Of course Elijah couldn't. He had a life. Something to stay behind for. Long before he ever met Asher.
Asher did let himself entertain that idle fantasy of playing house with Elijah. It would surely be pleasant while it lasted, but Elijah was a tree with deep roots and Asher had the southern winds and the call of the wild.
He was so stupid.
"One if my old aliases pinged as active again. You never linked it to me so none of your people noticed," Asher explained instead of addressing the counter offer to his request. "I'm reasonably certain it's one of my old allies in particular and I need to take him down. I've a reputation to maintain and I don't want him mucking it up."
"Ash," Elijah murmured. He couldn't believe he had just fucked his little asshole boneless and he was already planning something illegal while wilfully ignoring Elijah's suggestion to come back and deal with all this through official channels.
"I'm serious," he tried again, knowing it would open him just as vulnerable as he'd seen Asher a moment ago. "Come back with me. I really want you to come back with me."
He leaned back to look into Asher's eyes, searching that same connection they had just a moment ago.
"You want me. I want you. Come back with me. Work through your release and after that we can go wherever you like. As long as it's not too far to keep in touch with Mike."
Asher avoided Elijah's gaze, not sure what he'd see in it. Not sure what Elijah would see in his.
"This isn't FBI jurisdiction, Eli. We're in a foreign country, he's not a US citizen. Your talents and connections are many, but they're limited, especially here."
If it would be so simple to just tell Elijah and have it taken care of, though Asher might not take the legal means even if it was possible. There was the chance that this identity would link to more, and he didn't want his life mapped out any more than he chose it to be.
"Tell me who it is and what are you planning," Elijah said, his tone soft and maybe even a little bit pleading. "I'm on your side. Let me help you."
He didn't want Asher to do anything that someone could drag back against him when the bureau would have to let go of him. He didn't want to see that hard yearned freedom to go waste.
"Ash..." he continued, reaching over to tilt Asher's chin up so he could look in his eyes.
"Deal," Elijah replied and there was a whole world of fondness behind that single word. This was a side of him that never walked into the bureau. He left it home, behind closed doors, hanging on the coat rack, waiting for him to come back. Asher had been privy to his home personality for quite a while now, though. Elijah was a hard working man but with unexpected depths to his affection. Agent Hayes was a cold eyed and calculating leader with nerves of steel and unyielding work ethic.
Those two sides of him rarely mixed. Except with Asher it seemed.
"We'll do this thing, quietly, and you come back with me and finish your contract with the bureau."
Asher grabbed Elijah suddenly, pulling the other man in for a searing kiss. It said everything he couldn't, how badly he wanted more than what they could have, how unfair life was for making them from two different worlds.
"He'll be going by Albert Fox right now - the weaselly fucker I mentioned before. Because that's what I went by. He's taking my business and my reputation and I don't give a shit if I'm not using it right now, I built it and it's mine."
Elijah hummed with gentle amusement into the searing kiss that he replied easily, readily, not quite with as much passion and aggression as Asher but eagerly, providing him a platform to perform on. Instead Elijah rolled his weight half atop of Asher, pushing him down into the mattress as he went.
They needed to get out of this bed or they'd be spending the rest of the day in it...
"I remember that alias," Elijah said with a small snort. "Not a whole lot of what you did under it surfaced. I was always sure that there was a lot more. How about we put that alias out of commission completely?" he asked while looking into Asher's eyes from right above him.
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There was more. The way Asher acted when he got a little bit of unwarranted affection, the way he acted in an unexpectedly sincere manner every now and then.
"I like your intelligence," Elijah gasped when their hips came together with a resounding slap. "But I'm surrounded by brilliant people. I like your confidence but the apartment is full of cock-sure cowboys. It's at home when you curl against my side that I find my body hot when I think of you alone in my bed and yes, yes, I have touched myself thinking about it. You can be smug about it if you want."
Elijah pushed his feet against the mattress as he released Asher's hair and flipped them over with a sure arm around Asher's waist, lifting him up and lowering him down to the bed a moment later so he could pin Asher down to it with his weight.
"And...?" he asked as he pressed one hand on the mattress beside Asher's head, the other went to his hips to keep them in place while Elijah kept driving into him, steady and deep. "Do you find it to your liking?"
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It wasn’t a thing to confess when driving into Asher’s body like that, that made Asher scramble to hold on to Elijah as their positions flipped, nails raking along Elijah’s back to leave welts behind. What could he say to the question, especially since his own answer would be so equally sentimental that he’d die before admitting it?
“Think about fucking me in the middle of the meeting room table next time,” Asher hissed out between gasps of breath, reaching between them to pump his own cock because this was not a morning meant to last long. “That’s one of my favorite thoughts.”
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"Is that so?" he asked instead, one of his hands sneaking under Asher's thigh to push it up to open him up even more as Elijah drove into him with heavy, deliberate thrusts. "I suppose we'll have to make that reality one day to give you something to remember by."
His gaze was keen on Asher, honey-heavy and dripping lust. Elijah liked to keep eye contact through the whole thing, he also liked to see Asher lose himself, possibly several times before he would give into his own pleasure.
"Are you going to come?" he asked softly, breath short and rough but still tightly controlled.
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"Are you - are you gonna tell me to?"
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He gave a soft groan as he shifted his gears and drove in faster, like a machine, even thrusts, bang, bang, bang, skin against skin, making noise. "But I can make you," he said with a little bit of a feral grin, still picking up pace, hellbent on fucking the daylights out of Asher. Right now.
"Even a broken clock is right twice a day," he whispered. "Come for me, Ash."
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Asher spilled himself on Elijah's chest but he didn't stop, even if he took a moment to appreciate the release that made Asher's face look like he had just experienced something profound. It was such a powerful feeling, knowing that it was all because of him.
Then he flipped them over with one strong arm around Asher's waist and laid him down onto the bed with surprising care. He leaned over Asher and kept thrusting into him with a considerably slower pace.
"You think you can come again?" he asked as he pushed his hands against Asher's chest and pinned him down.
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"Yes," he finally gasped out in answer. He'd done it before, marathon fucking. Never with a partner quite so ... fit as Elijah, however. "Just don't touch my cock for a few minutes, God it's almost too much - Fuck, Eli -"
The muscles in Asher's stomach trembled, Elijah pinning him effectively in place even if he wasn't temporarily too weak to move.
"You - ah - you sure you can last long enough for it though...?"
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But then again, if he was known for something, it was iron-grip on his own self. It was rare to see him lose it, when it came to anything at all. The thing was that he could fuck Asher still even if he happened to come along the way. He knew his own body and his dick. It would soften but not all the way.
"Let me worry about that," he continued softly as he changed his angle a little while he gently pushed into Asher again and again, trying to find one that would please him the most while still effectively pinning Asher against the mattress, holding him immobile.
"I like the way you look when you come," he said next, simple and honest. "I want to see it again. Hear too."
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The one witty line would have to do, Asher's cleverness was much repeated when going for a second round straight through the first. He would have been embarrassed at how transparent it made him, how quickly and easily he trembled and writhed under Elijah, how every single gasp and moan and whimper escaped him, unable to be held back. Elijah wanted to see it, though. Liked it, even. It was one bit of honesty Asher could give him.
His whole body shuddered against the pinning hands, squeezing tight around Elijah as he found the perfect angle. Asher bit his lip by accident from the sudden cry it wrenched from him, making the cut on it bleed again.
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There was something awfully powerful about fucking all the sass out of Ash. Elijah found that he was quite transfixed by the process and Asher's reactions to it. It as like peeling away layer upon layer of lies and front that both of them were experts at putting on. Getting a taste of the core was terribly addicting, though, something he wouldn't forget easily.
"Yeah," he said throatily as he slowed down even more, hitting that angle that made Asher cry out with pleasure. "It's okay, just let go," he urged gently as one of his hands found Asher's cheek and cupped around his jaw, holding him securely against the mattress as he kept chasing that angle with single minded focus. "You're beautiful, Asher."
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His eyes were almost entirely black as he tried to keep the eye contact that Elijah demanded earlier, though they were distant and unfocused. Too much in the best way. He didn't scream when he came the second time, though his mouth moved as if he would and only let out a faint almost pained whimper from it, bearing down on Elijah's cock tightly once more.
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It was addicting to be honest. And Elijah couldn't help but want to see it again. So much so that he held back his own release with a tucked in jaw and a tight frown on his brows, controlled and collected. He paused for a small moment to let Asher rest for just a brief second or two before he started again, hitting that spot he knew must be sore by now but also sensitive and ready to be revved up with a moment's notice.
"One more," he whispered as he bend over Asher to press him down and fucked him, patiently seeking the best angle and then keeping it. Keeping direction and intensity exactly where Asher wanted it.
It was only after another whimpering orgasm, watching into those black, open eyes and listening to the involuntarily broken quality of Asher's voice that Elijah peaked without having no say in the matter. His body just took over, making him shake as he slammed inside Asher one last time, hips against hips, his voice shuddering as he muttered a few curses. His release swept over him with such intensity that he would have been afraid that he might pass out if he had any braincells to spare for fear.
"...Fuck," he muttered, forehead against Asher's, eyes falling close, unbidden and exhausted.
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"Stay with me," Asher murmured, accent slurring from every corner of the world. "Fuck the FBI, just run away with me. We'll never have to want for anything and they'll never catch us."
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He flopped to his side, pulling carefully out of Asher before dragging him close to his own chest, wrapping Asher in his arms. His mouth pressed to Asher's forehead, one of his hands drawing idle patterns on his back.
"I can't leave Mike," he said simply. The truth was that he would have considered the offer otherwise. Mike didn't deserve to be parted from his mother and his life like that because his dad wanted to become a fugitive chasing after his criminal lover.
"But come back with me, I'll make sure you will be given your freedom in time and if you wish, a job at the bureau. And if you wish, there's a place for you in my house."
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Asher did let himself entertain that idle fantasy of playing house with Elijah. It would surely be pleasant while it lasted, but Elijah was a tree with deep roots and Asher had the southern winds and the call of the wild.
He was so stupid.
"One if my old aliases pinged as active again. You never linked it to me so none of your people noticed," Asher explained instead of addressing the counter offer to his request. "I'm reasonably certain it's one of my old allies in particular and I need to take him down. I've a reputation to maintain and I don't want him mucking it up."
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"I'm serious," he tried again, knowing it would open him just as vulnerable as he'd seen Asher a moment ago. "Come back with me. I really want you to come back with me."
He leaned back to look into Asher's eyes, searching that same connection they had just a moment ago.
"You want me. I want you. Come back with me. Work through your release and after that we can go wherever you like. As long as it's not too far to keep in touch with Mike."
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"This isn't FBI jurisdiction, Eli. We're in a foreign country, he's not a US citizen. Your talents and connections are many, but they're limited, especially here."
If it would be so simple to just tell Elijah and have it taken care of, though Asher might not take the legal means even if it was possible. There was the chance that this identity would link to more, and he didn't want his life mapped out any more than he chose it to be.
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He didn't want Asher to do anything that someone could drag back against him when the bureau would have to let go of him. He didn't want to see that hard yearned freedom to go waste.
"Ash..." he continued, reaching over to tilt Asher's chin up so he could look in his eyes.
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"I tell you and you'll stay and help me, then? Just for one job, before we go back to your world and your rules?"
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Those two sides of him rarely mixed. Except with Asher it seemed.
"We'll do this thing, quietly, and you come back with me and finish your contract with the bureau."
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"He'll be going by Albert Fox right now - the weaselly fucker I mentioned before. Because that's what I went by. He's taking my business and my reputation and I don't give a shit if I'm not using it right now, I built it and it's mine."
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They needed to get out of this bed or they'd be spending the rest of the day in it...
"I remember that alias," Elijah said with a small snort. "Not a whole lot of what you did under it surfaced. I was always sure that there was a lot more. How about we put that alias out of commission completely?" he asked while looking into Asher's eyes from right above him.