There it was. Knight trying to push him aside. Elliot couldn’t have that. If he wasn’t at the clubhouse, Knight would be more prone to look for excitement elsewhere.
“No, no! I understand. You want to cuff me?”
A grin flashed across Knight’s features, and his thick fingers sank deeper against Elliot’s flesh. “As tempting as that it, I think it’s better to use something soft to keep you contained. Don’t want to injure those nice, angular wrists,” he said, stroking the back of Elliot’s hand.
A warm shudder went all the way down to Elliot’s stomach. “You like my wrists?”
“Mm, they’re pretty hot,” Knight said as he pulled Eliot’s hand to his lips and rubbed his scruffy chin against the sensitive palm. Heat flashed down Elliot’s chest as he looked into his lover’s eyes, completely mesmerized. “There’s plenty to like about you. Shame I won’t be seeing much of them until we get rid of Fane.”
Elliot smiled. He kind of knew Knight was into him, yet it still always caught him off guard. “Knight? We will get rid of him, right?”
Knight frowned. “Yeah. Of course we will. One-hundred-percent,” he said, fast like a machine gun. After one more squeeze to Elliot’s shoulder, he leaned between their seats to retrieve a thick bundle of white cloth from the back. He tossed it into Elliot’s lap.
Elliot frowned at the straps and buckles, but then he held it up, and the long sleeves of the straitjacket dropped to the sides. “Oh. Right. I guess that makes sense. Where did you get it?”
“Joker found it in one of the storage rooms. Maybe it’s haunted?” said Knight with a wide grin.
Elliot pouted. “In the circumstances we’re in, that’s not very funny.”
The smile was instantly wiped off Knight’s face. “Sorry. I forgot you... see them, you know. Anyway, it’s been washed, and it smells of some kind of fabric softener the girls use around the club. It’s nice enough, I think.”
Elliot pulled it up to his face. It did have a fresh aroma to it. “Okay, let’s get it over with.” He got out of the car and took off his jacket as Knight caught up with him. “What if I need to pee?” He raised his eyebrows as the reality of being restrained dawned on him.
Knight stalled, but it only lasted a second. “I’ll be there to help you.”
Elliot worried that Knight would soon get tired of it all and start resenting him, but he didn’t want to voice it. Maybe if he didn’t prompt it, Knight would take longer to get fed up with the situation. He held out his arms. “You just want to hold my dick.”
Knight’s eyes flashed with humor. “Oh, no, my secret is out!”
The atmosphere became too somber for any of them to joke after that, and while the straitjacket encased Elliot quite pleasantly, by the time all straps were in place and his arms forced to rest against his body, he kept thinking that this would be his reality for... he didn’t even know how long. He would from now on be like a child, unable to even use the bathroom or eat without another person’s help.
He couldn’t help his breath speeding up from the stress of it all, and he laid his head on Knight’s shoulder to calm down. Unlike some other men in Elliot’s life, Knight wasn’t just a force of nature. He was a rock, an island of sanity in the wild waters Elliot was forced to navigate.
Knight pulled him in and rested his chin atop Elliot’s head, encasing him in his warmth, the fresh scent of his tangled hair, in the soft leather that felt so nice against Elliot’s face. It was cold out here, but only beyond the embrace they shared.
Knight exhaled and slowly pushed Elliot away while still holding on to his shoulders. “Let’s be brave, yeah? Be nice to that bastard.”
Elliot nodded. Soon enough he’d be facing Fane, and he was overwhelmed by the perspective already. “I hate it when he touches me.”
Knight’s nostrils flared. “But he doesn’t like... molest you?”
Elliot hung his head to escape Knight’s gaze. “He’s never gone far with it, but he touches me, kisses me sometimes. It’s like being caressed by a dead body that’s lain in the snow for a few hours.”
Knight exhaled and slowly moved his warm palms up Elliot’s neck and all the way to his face. “Babe, if he crosses the line, you tell me, and I’m gonna take you to safety. Is that clear?”
Goose bumps perked up all over Elliot’s skin. He trusted with all his heart that Knight would do so, that Knight would be there to save him. He loved how Knight called him ‘babe’, and how he was always there when it mattered. “You’re a white knight after all.” He kissed Knight’s lips.