Jace's chest tightened. "What the hell are you doing here?"
Elias with a smirk twitching at the corners of his mouth. "I missed my plaything."
"Really?" Jace scoffed. "You came to a hospital to make a joke out of this?"
Elias stepped closer, his gaze scanning over Jace's rumpled shirt and tired eyes. "You've been avoiding me," he murmured. "Running. Ignoring my calls. I figured the only way I'd see you again was if I showed up."
"I'm not in the mood," Jace snapped, backing away slightly. "My brother just came out of surgery. His life is literally hanging by a thread right now."
" You look like you need something to distract you," Elias said, voice dark and smooth as silk. "Something… to remind you who you belong to."
Jace's pulse kicked up.
Before he could respond, Elias turned and motioned to a passing nurse. "I want a VIP room prepared immediately," he said coolly. "Something private."
The nurse blinked, then nodded without question—because Elias Crane always got what he wanted.
Jace glared. "A VIP room? Why? You're not the one being treated."
Elias didn't answer. Instead, he caught Jace's wrist and tugged him out of the lounge with a firm grip.
"I'm not playing games," Jace muttered as they walked. "You can't just—"
"Shut up," Elias said calmly. "You've been nagging long enough."
When the nurse returned with a keycard and guided them to the secured section, Jace felt his stomach knot. As soon as the door to the suite closed behind them, Elias turned and pressed Jace back against it, caging him in with one arm on either side.
"You smell like antiseptic and anxiety," Elias murmured, nose brushing Jace's neck. "It's pathetic… how much I missed that mouth of yours."
Jace shivered. "I shouldn't be doing this."
"Yet…" Elias slid a hand down to Jace's waistband feeling his cock. "You're already hard, aren't you?"
Jace tried to turn his head, but Elias caught his jaw, holding him in place. "Say it," Elias whispered. "You want me."
Jace's lips parted, trembling with both shame and need. "I… want you."
"Good boy."
Elias kissed him, bruising, devouring. There was no tenderness, just hunger. He yanked Jace's shirt open, buttons scattering across the floor, and shoved the fabric off his shoulders.
Jace whimpered, heat pulsing through him. He hated that Elias could do this to him—cut through his pain and self-control like a knife.
"I want you on your knees," Elias said as he stepped back.
Jace obeyed without question, sinking to the floor. His fingers trembled slightly as he reached up to unfasten Elias's belt. He didn't meet his eyes—didn't need to. The dominance in Elias's voice was enough to make his body burn.
Elias hissed softly as Jace took his cock into his mouth, lips stretched, tongue working in a circular motion on the tip of his cock. One hand gripped Jace's hair tightly, guiding him with rough thrusts.
"That's it," Elias groaned. "God, you were made for this."
Jace's cheeks flushed with both embarrassment and desire. The taste, the pressure, the sounds—it overwhelmed him. He tried to focus on pleasing Elias, drowning everything else out: the pain, the fear, the sterile scent of the hospital.
When Elias finally pulled him up, he was breathless.
Elias spun him around and pushed him over the armrest of the hospital couch, yanking down Jace's jeans in one swift motion. He didn't wait—just positioned himself behind Jace and thrust his dick in hard.
Jace gasped, fingers clawing at the cushion. "Elias—ah—"
"You take this dick so well," Elias murmured, grabbing Jace's hips and setting a punishing rhythm. "Like you're made for this. Even when your head's a mess, your body knows who it belongs to."
Jace could barely breathe. The friction, the pressure, the heat, every thrust sent him deeper into a haze of sinful pleasure. The sounds of their bodies colliding filled the sterile air, mixing with their moans.
Elias reached for Jace's cock and stroked it, making Jace cry out, helpless under the onslaught of sensation.
"I should be mad at you," Elias whispered against Jace's ear. "For ignoring me. For running. But you beg so sweetly....without saying a word. Maybe i should just stop right here."
Jace moaned, bucking his hips. "Please…"
"Please what?" Elias growled, gripping him tighter.
"Don't stop…"
Their climax hit like thunder hard, fast, blinding. Jace collapsed onto the bed, panting, body trembling with aftershocks. Elias leaned over him, pressing a kiss to the nape of his neck.
They stayed like that for a moment—sweaty, breathless, tangled in silence.
Finally, Elias pulled away and redressed, smoothing his shirt without looking at Jace.
"You need sleep," he said coldly. "You look like hell."
Jace blinked, still dazed. "I—"
"I'll see you soon," Elias said, heading for the door.
And just like that, he was gone—leaving Jace alone in the sterile VIP room, aching in more ways than one.