Trevon's pov
The image of Eli's quivering lip kept lingering in my mind. I had not seen him in a week and all I could imagine was my lips on his. "Mr. Lockheart, we will be finalizing the deal with Finesse tomorrow. Unless you're not thinking of moving on with it…"I nodded with a small frown, honestly, I could care less about the deal. My mind was not in the right place. "Damien", I called my secretary. He rushed in looking like someone had just boned him inside a truck. Not that I cared. "Schedule the meeting for tomorrow at 10am, I will be in late so clear my schedule for the morning and after the meeting. Make sure my reservation for the beach house is in order". He kept nodding and scribbling away till I got up and left. I sat at my office and glanced through a few files before calling it a day. The bar was my next stop; I honestly needed a drink. The whiskey was so good as it burnt its way down my throat. My eyes misted slightly, and I brushed a hand through my stiff hair. A hand slipped on my shoulder, and I closed my eyes momentarily. "I can keep you company baby", a voice whispered behind me, and I bit my lip. I nodded briefly and slipped my hand around the person's waist. They slowly circled to stand in front of me and slipped on to my laps. The friction made me hard. And I gritted my teeth in bliss.
"Tell me what you want baby", he whispered again. "Just talking and kiss me". Eli was not having it. It was a terrible night. First, he had started working as an assisted driver, driving drunk people for a wage. It was easy and didn't require a capital. He also made a decent wage. "Ma'am, you are really drunk. I thought you paid me to take you home. This is a club!"
"I just need one last drink. This place is the town's favorite". Eli shook his head in disbelief. "Whatever", he huffed in disbelief and threw his hand in exasperation. He followed the girl into the bar. The place was dimly lit, and the smell of tobacco was slightly heavy on the air but somehow Eli could manage. His eyes darted around, taking in his environment. The girl he was with wobbled her way to the bar and asked for a peach margarita. He almost scoffed but held it in, after all he needed to make his money. Trevon was busy making out with his soon-to-be one-night stand when he caught a sniff of something familiar. His eyes immediately flew open, and he found himself looking around incessantly. The boy straddling his lap gently grabbed his head with both hands and looked right into his eyes. With a frown, Trevon stood up, displacing the petite boy. His face was quiet charming; lips curled in dissatisfaction. But Tray had no time for that. He could faintly smell Eli. He could be drunk but he doubted one brandy was enough to have him hallucinate about his ex-boyfriend. He looked around again, eyes eagerly looking for the silhouette he knew so well. And he found it, to his annoyance with a female's. He brushed through the crowd and immediately grabbed him. Eli turned with a frown. He had honestly thought the night couldn't get any worse. And here he was staring up at the crazy Lockheart again. Before he could complain, he was dragged out by the crazy man. "What the hell is wrong with you?"
Elisha narrowed his eyes. "I should be asking you that, you crazy asshole!". "Oh, I'd like to be in your asshole", he continued. Eli scoffed, faintly disgusted at the idea of having another man anyway near his butt. " Look, you're drunk clearly and I have somewhere to be, so would appreciate it if you let me go ". Trevon was mad at himself and the pretty twink in front of him. He was confused and frustrated by the boy's denial. He stared up at him and wondered if he might find comfort in his lips. It had driven him insane all week imagining it. And now the source of all his fantasies was right in front of him. Trevon leaned in, eyes fluttering shut and lips almost touching when he felt a sharp sting across his left face. He cussed out in annoyance and opened his eyes. They met Eli's angry ones. "I'm straight, you idiot and I would like to remain so!", he exclaimed. Trevon sighed in frustration, his eyes staring right into Eli's with pain. His teeth grinding against each other and then he turned on his heel and walked away.
Elisha heaved a sigh of relief, walking back to the bar to retrieve his passenger. He was so ready to call it a night. When he finally made it back to the car with the girl, he pulled out of the bar and made his way to the drop off. His thoughts lingered, he was not sure why Trevon looking hurt bothered him. As brief as that feeling was, he would have preferred to not have felt them at all. He didn't remember much but he could have sworn it reminded him of someone close. Like the distant meme out of someone special, except he had never had someone like that. Trevon threw his jacket across the sofa in exasperation; his head was throbbing and all he wanted to do was throttle Eli. And then maybe tangle limbs with him after and live all those fantasies he'd had for years about him. He had tried to bury these feelings for a long time and Eli was just casually undoing everything. Trevon truly hated his guts, to somehow play his emotions like a violin and then jump sexualities.
Trevon knew one thing; people don't just wake up "de-gayed". And if Eli was straight, he was about to switch genders. If he wanted to play games, Trevon was ready to play along as long as he got what he wanted. Right now, it was to fuck Eli back into gayhood.