"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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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.