Chapter 38: Choosing My Own Happiness

Chapter 38: Chapter 38: Choosing My Own Happiness

"It’s embarrassing looking at you," Henry admitted, his breath hitching. "Not what we’re doing."

"You don’t like the fact that it’s me, right?" Elisha snarled softly, a flash of bitterness fueling him as he thrust forward with a brutal, punishing stroke.

Henry squeezed his eyes shut, his hands gripping Elisha’s shoulders. He opened his mouth to respond, but a sudden movement outside caught his attention.

Through the tinted, rain-streaked window, a familiar figure passed between the parked cars under the dim garage lights.

Henry’s eyes widened.

It was Eloise.

She was looking around the parking area, apparently searching for him.

Panic seized Henry instantly. He froze, his body going rigid around Elisha’s cock as his breath caught in his throat. "Eloise... she’s here. My—"

Elisha didn’t even care. Blinded by possessive fury, he looked at Henry and asked, "Your what?" Then he grabbed Henry’s hips and slammed upward again, burying himself deep with a wet, heavy slap of skin.

"No, Eli, wait—" Henry choked out, eyes wide with stark terror as he stared through the glass. He couldn’t bring himself to say girlfriend.

"Eloise... the girl I came with is right out there!"

"So what?" Elisha growled, his hips never stopping as he ground upward into Henry with a wet, heavy friction, skin slapping against skin in a frantic, unbroken rhythm.

Slap-slick-slap.

"You want to call her your girlfriend? Does she know you’re getting fucked by me like this?"

"Don’t make me sound like I’m your whore," Henry gasped, his hands gripping Elisha’s shoulders as another punishing thrust knocked the wind straight out of his lungs.

"You’re mine," Elisha said, his voice thick with possessive emotion. "Not because I see you as some kind of whore, Henry. You’re someone I cherish. Someone I want in my life more than anything. I’m telling you the truth. This is how I feel about you."

Henry looked at him, still struggling to believe his words. "Why are you saying all this now? Is it because you’re inside me?"

"No. I’m serious this time," Elisha said firmly. "I’m not holding back anymore."

Henry scoffed, shaking his head. "I know that once this is over, everything will go back to the way it was. So stop saying things you don’t mean."

Elisha’s expression hardened with determination. "You’re wrong this time. Because the moment we’re done here, I’m calling my mother. I’m going to tell her the real reason I couldn’t touch Jasmine wasn’t because I couldn’t perform. It was because I’m attracted to men. I’m gay, Henry, and I’m done hiding it."

His voice softened as he looked into Henry’s eyes. "I love you. I’ve loved you for a long time, and I’m done pretending otherwise. And if Eloise catches us like this, then so be it. Maybe it will make things easier. She’ll finally understand that you’re mine, and I’m not going to let her touch you again, not even kiss your cheek."

Elisha didn’t slow down for a second, his pelvis slamming relentlessly against Henry’s behind.

Plop-squelch, slop-squelch.

Elisha rocked his hips hard, driving deep, merciless strokes into Henry’s tight heat. "Make a sound," Elisha panted, his hands locking onto Henry’s waist to pound him faster. "Let her hear you."

"Stop... I don’t want her to find out like this—" Henry choked out, a rough moan slipping past his lips despite his best efforts to muffle it.

Outside the car, Eloise stopped walking down the row of vehicles, squinting through the dim garage. She pulled out her phone and dialed Henry’s number.

Inside the quiet car, Henry’s phone rang sharply against the seat. Henry quickly reached for it and switched it off, silencing the ringing immediately.

Outside, Eloise heard the faint, muffled sound of the phone, but the echoes in the concrete garage made it impossible to tell where it was coming from. She frowned, cupping her hands around her mouth.

"Babe? Henry!"

Panic-stricken, Henry threw his hands over his mouth to bite back a loud cry as Elisha slammed into him without an ounce of mercy, his hips hammering away until the heavy chassis of the car began to rock on its suspension.

Creeeak-thud, creeeak-thud.

One exceptionally brutal, deep thrust hammered straight into Henry’s prostate.

"Ah—fuck!" Henry sobbed, a high, broken gasp tearing from his throat.

Hearing the muffled sound close by, Eloise traced it instantly, her footsteps clicking against the concrete as she walked right up to the side of their car. But with the pitch-black tint on the windows, she couldn’t see a single thing inside.

Henry froze in panic, tears pooling in his eyes as he frantically shook his head at Elisha.

Elisha quickly grabbed Henry’s discarded jacket from the seat and pulled it over Henry’s bare shoulders and chest to shield him while continuing to thrust slowly, deep and heavy, keeping him pinned to his lap.

Outside, Eloise lingered for a few tense seconds, waiting, but when nothing else stirred, she turned on her heel and hurried back toward the entrance of the lounge.

The moment her footsteps faded into silence, Henry exhaled a long, trembling breath of relief, slumping forward against Elisha’s chest.

"She’s gone?" Elisha murmured, his hands gripping Henry’s waist as he resumed his relentless pace, driving deep with every word.

"Eli, you’re out of your mind," Henry gasped, struggling for air as Elisha moved inside him with wet, rhythmic force. "You can’t just call your mother and come out like that. She might not take it well at all."

"Henry, I’ve made up my mind." Elisha said, "I can’t keep lying to myself anymore. I have to make a move and show you that I’m serious, even if I don’t know exactly what to do yet. My mother has already told my father about the erectile dysfunction situation."

Henry sighed softly. "I understand, but let’s figure ourselves out first before you tell them everything or—"

Elisha cut him off, his voice hard as he slammed upward, eliciting a loud, gasping whimper from Henry. Slap-squelch. "If I don’t produce that blonde girl they’re expecting, they’re going to force me into conversion therapy or endless medical treatments. I have to let them know I’m fine, that I love men. I might not tell them it’s you just yet, but I am done following their rules."

Henry stared down at him, his eyes heavy with a mixture of fear and awe. "Eli..."

"Fuck me, Henry," Elisha groaned, his hands sliding up to cup Henry’s face before dragging him down into a crushing, desperate kiss. "Let me release, stop talking, and focus on me."

Henry’s resistance shattered entirely. He threw his weight into it, dropping his hands to Elisha’s shoulders and aggressively riding back down onto his length.

Squish-slap, squish-slap.

The chaotic, feverish rhythm of skin colliding with skin filled the dark interior of the car as Henry bounced eagerly on Elisha’s erection, taking every thick inch of him deep.

"Oh, fuck—yes, right there," Henry panted, his back arching wildly as Elisha met every single one of his downward drops with vicious, upward lunges.

"Fuck, Henry, you’re so fucking tight," Elisha growled, his breathing turning ragged and animalistic as he pounded upward, his hands gripping Henry’s bare ass cheeks and bruising the flesh.

"Come on... take it, fuck me harder!"

With every wet, heavy thrust, the leather seats groaned, their bodies slick with sweat and friction, completely lost to the heat of the car as they drove each other toward the breaking point.

"I’m close," Henry gasped, his voice breaking as he reached down between them, wrapping his hand around his own slick, throbbing length and stroking hard to keep pace.

Elisha drove deeper, his hips slamming upward with relentless, punishing friction. Slap-squelch, slap-squelch. "Do it, pretty boy. Cum for me."

"Ah... fuck, I’m going to cum—!" Henry cried out, his vision blurring.

Just as they both hovered on the edge, Elisha’s phone suddenly began vibrating against the leather seat. Neither of them paid it any attention.

Elisha didn’t even spare it a glance, completely consumed by the heat and the way Henry was clenching impossibly tight around him.

Panicking as the intense wave crashed over him, Henry reached blindly toward the console with his free hand, ripping a handful of tissues from the box. He grabbed his cock just as his body seized, shouting out a ragged, "I’m cumming!" right into the dark space of the car, pumping hard into the wad of tissue and shooting his thick release all over it.

At the same moment, seeing Henry tip over the edge triggered Elisha’s own release. With a growl, Elisha slammed upward with three heavy, brutal thrusts, burying himself to the absolute hilt before he flooded deep inside Henry’s hot, trembling walls.

They collapsed against each other, chests heaving, their skin slick with sweat as they both rode out the lingering aftershocks, gasping for air in the silent, shadowed car.

A breathless, trembling smile touched Elisha’s lips. He pulled Henry down by the back of his neck, pressing a deep, lingering kiss against his mouth as their breathing slowly began to steady.

Right as they parted, the phone buzzed again, its persistent ringing cutting through the quiet.

Elisha glanced over his shoulder, his eyes locking onto the screen. He reached for the phone, picked it up, and saw the caller ID flashing Mom.

A dark, confident smile curved across his lips. He leaned back against the seat and held the phone up for Henry to see.

"Perfect timing," Elisha murmured.