[Well, Darlene had warned John about Molly: he'd feel good, she had said, but then it would get weird and he'd be asking them to touch him. The thing was, he also knew Elliot didn't like contact that much, so he assumed that must not be right when the obnoxiously friendly woman next door left it with him and Elliot suggested they do it together.
Elliot was laid back, yeah, but John felt like if something freaked him out, it really freaked him out. He could go from zero to a hundred with almost no warning and very few outward signs until you actually tried to communicate with him and realized he was in lockdown. So he wouldn't play around with the touching thing, right?
The feeling wasn't what John expected from Darlene's description, either. Not like an aphrodisiac or something, all hot desire coiling and pulsing unbearably in the pit of his stomach, but a much diffuse sense of rightness in his life and the world. He was so fucking thrilled to be here with Elliot, in this strange approximation of a home rather than sleeping rough, that it almost felt as though his whole life had fallen out as it had to bring him to this moment. This sort of contentment felt like it must have shone through his very skin, giving him an otherworldly glow. He'd never known anything like it.
And as he sat cross-legged on the couch with his back against the arm and his body facing Elliot, he found that he did want to touch and be touched. It was more about connection than sex, though, at least for now; he just wanted to be closer to Elliot, who seemed to have bottomless chasms all around him to keep him safe rather than just a personal bubble. Head tilted to one side, eyes big and curious with pupils so huge that they blacked out the slate blue of his irises, he shuffled closer to where Elliot sat and slid his fingertips lightly from Elliot's shoulder to his elbow. John had never, ever touched him before, not even by accident.]
[Elliot wasn't going to take the Molly. He wouldn't usually go for that kind of thing but some part of him had whispered 'what could it hurt' and he decided that there wasn't really much that could go wrong. He'd taken far worse after all and he trusted her.
John couldn't get into too much trouble either, at least he hoped. As it hit his system it was calming, leaving him relaxed on the couch, head dropped back against the back of the couch and staring at the ceiling. His eyes drifted to the side, eyes open wide there.
His eyes followed the other's arm as it moved toward him and a part of his mind recoiled a bit when he felt John's fingertips connect with him. If he hadn't been drugged he probably would have physically recoiled, removed himself from John's proximity and reestablished his personal bubble.
As it was, he stared at him instead, his eyes wide, unblinking and typically bloodshot.]
What are you doing? [He asked, not moving away or to stop him. He let it happen, another small voice telling him that he wanted it to happen again.]
[He didn't pull away. He was definitely watching very closely, so closely that it made John's heart pound and flutter all at once, but he didn't pull away. There was just that calm question, Elliot's voice an even slower, sleepier murmur than usual, which sent a pulse of warmth through John's veins. Was everything about Elliot more intense right now, from the laser focus of his eyes to the hypnotic rasp of his voice, or was that the Molly?
John didn't know, of course, but he was enraptured. He slid the fabric of Elliot's shirt between his fingertips, certain he could pick out and count every single thread in the fabric if asked. Then he finally looked up into Elliot's gaze, ready to answer him until the wrong words spilled out of his mouth.]
Can I kiss you? I really wanna kiss you. [Not at all when he meant to say, and not even what he'd been thinking of when he told Darlene that he would broach the topic of his attraction. But his eyes slid down to Elliot's mouth, the full upper lip which slightly overlapped the lower, and he couldn't deny what he'd said, either. He really did want to kiss Elliot, and had for awhile.]
[The whole experience was strange and he decided he didn't particularly like Molly. It made his brain war at himself, part of him pushing against the affect of the drug stubbornly gave it a big of an uncomfortable feeling even if they never made it to the surface. Even if on the surface he looked calm, amicable.
John's fingers on his shirt, his eyes meeting his made him push harder against the effects but to no avail. He was pliant and relaxed and the part of him that had given into the affects of the drug was in control.]
Okay. [Elliot agreed, he hadn't meant to but it happened and once it did he knew that he wanted to kiss him too. He shouldn't want to. He was way too young and he was like a kid he was taking care of. That wasn't right.
But if it was John kissing him then it was okay. It wasn't Elliot starting it, if anything it was John taking advantage of him. Yeah.]
[It was happening. It was really, actually happening. John didn't have the presence of mind to be nervous, of course, but a sharp little tingle did start to skitter up and down his spine as he shifted into a crouch for a better angle. The prickle of Elliot's closely-shaved hair felt like tiny needles under his fingertips as John tried to decide where to settle his hands, starting with the back of Elliot's head and then shifting to his face, palm cupped along his sharp jawline.
Maybe he was a bit nervous, even while flying this high.
A very strong part of him wanted to sling a leg over Elliot's lap and straddle him, but he managed to overrule it, deciding maybe he should wait until he'd seen the reaction to the kiss; pinning someone down was a pretty major violation of their personal bubble, after all. So at last, he leaned in and kissed Elliot with his mouth already slightly open, a tiny noise escaping him the moment their lips made contact.]
[It was weird. Elliot knew he didn't like being touched but he found himself not minding this as much. There was still that aversion twisting in his brain but it'd been quieted, some wall let down to allow this to happen for now.
Too much at once might have knocked the tenuous balance in his acceptance even with the drugs helping dull his instincts to keep people at a physical and emotional arm's length away. But analyzing what he was doing, what he was allowing himself to do slipped out of conscious thought as John's lips pressed against his own.
Elliot should've been thinking that John was way to young to be kissing but Elliot hadn't ever been much for following rules all that well. And John was kissing him, not the other way around. And it felt good. It felt really good. The tingling sensation spread over his lips throughout his nerves and he was sure it was the affect of the Molly but he felt it to the ends of his fingertips.
After seconds that felt like minutes, his hand slid up, brushing over the other's cheek and then into his hair and that sparked a whole new set of sensations.]
[Those seconds felt just as long to John, because he had no idea if Elliot would kiss back or if this would be a totally failed experiment, one that would probably haunt his memory to the end of his days even if he did have the excuse of their both being high. He never took any sort of rejection well, which was a massive part of why he held himself so far from others emotionally.
But then Elliot started to respond, first with his mouth and then with that gentle touch, which sent shivers through John's entire body: pleasure, yes, but with something else layered just underneath. He let out a soft, high-pitched sound and pressed closer to Elliot, tongue nudging demandingly at his lips, one hand still scratching at his short hair while the other settled on his shoulder for John to anchor himself.
He wanted to pause this moment and live in in forever, but he wanted to know what might come next even more.]
[Elliot didn't know what to make of the sound but it didn't matter because John was already pushing closer. He was already demanding the kiss deepen as his tongue pressed against Elliot's lips until he gave in, parting them for the other. Maybe he should've resisted longer. There were tingles even on his scalp as the other continued to press his fingers against it, they went all the way down his spine each time.
This was all just the drugs. Elliot reminded himself of that as the other's hand weighted on his shoulder. It felt so heavy. His fingers curled into the other's longer hair, the softness of the strands distracting Elliot just a little.]
[This time John let out something closer to a purr when Elliot took a proper grip of his hair, a sound that couldn't be mistaken for anything but pleasure. Every reaction from Elliot seemed to happen on a delay, as if he had to process how he felt about John's actions for a very long time; that didn't exactly surprise John, but it did make things so nerve wracking that any tentative advance from Elliot earned him a shiver or a quick intake of breath, including when he finally opened his mouth to John's tongue.
Especially when he finally opened his mouth to John's tongue. The surge of heat through John's body was almost unbearable in its speed and intensity, making him try to move even closer when there was no more space for him to claim (other than Elliot's still-empty lap) and suck eagerly on Elliot's bottom lip. Even if things stayed like this, with Elliot only reacting enough to allow John's progression, it'd be fine. Just fine.]
[Elliot still wasn't sure about this even as John pressed closer to him and it felt so fucking good. Everything felt good. The way the other sucked on his lip sent heat and desire skittering through his body in the most carnal and familiar way. It shouldn't. John was a kid that he was helping. He wasn't even old enough to vote yet. Had he just turned 17? Or was he about to be 18?
Elliot didn't know because he'd never hacked him. John might be the lone person that he'd yet to meet and know for this long and never completely invade their privacy with an exhaustive hack. That wasn't to say he didn't know that Darlene had probably done a hack so if there were anything of importance she would've let him know. The fact she'd told him nothing told him that most, if not all of the story John gave them both was true.
For once, that was enough for him.
His fingers slid down along the other's skull to the nape of his neck, squeezing there gently, encouraging in his way.]
[That was a proper grip on his neck. Elliot hadn't been pushing him away by any means, but now he was holding John there. The immense power of these subtle gestures kept knocking the wind out of him, making it impossible for him to act smooth or seductive because he was so overwhelmed, and that one hit him so hard he finally had to pull away and gasp for breath.]
Holy fuck... [He kept his face very close to Elliot's as he caught his breath, never meeting his eye because he had to pull himself together first, even if his nerves were all crackling live wires and his mind was lit up like a pinball machine because of the drugs. It didn't work so well; when he pulled away to examine Elliot's face, he still looked completely awestruck.]
Do you have any idea how long I've wanted to do that?
[Elliot let his hand stay on John's neck even when the other pulled back from the kiss. There was a comfort in the touch that he didn't want to give up right away. It didn't even make sense at all. Why he liked that touch so much. Nothing made much sense when it came to John and he hadn't gotten used to that fact yet.
[Of course Elliot would ask for the answer to a rhetorical question. Of course he would. It made John snort with fond amusement, and somehow his hands ended up low on Elliot's sides, near his hips.]
Longer than I've ever waited for anything I wanted before. [Because he was an impatient little shit who preferred saying no to hearing it, which Elliot had to know by now.]
[That was a pretty rapid volley of questions from Elliot, who - at least with John - tended to react more than he questioned anything. Now he had Elliot's attention and curiosity, though, which made his heart give a little skip in his chest. Swallowing hard, he tried to smirk and failed miserably, the resulting expression just jittery and nervous.]
Look, man, you know there's nothing wrong with my self-esteem. It's not like I thought you'd shoot me down hard or anything, but - [He'd come out too defensive when Elliot hadn't accused him of anything. He had to dial it back.] - I couldn't really see you being into it, either.
[Oh god. What else. He did smirk at that, subtly suggestive.] You really wanna hear all of it?
Oh. [That was logical he supposed. It's not like john could know anything about this side of his life. He hadn't even had anyone over to fuck since he'd brought John home.]
I want to hear all of it. [a quiet confirmation as he slides his fingers into john's hair] and then you should do what you want... And not ask.
[That - was the hottest thing that had ever happened to John in his life. He gaped silently at Elliot for a second, his heart seeming to pump magma through his veins instead of blood, before he was finally able to react by climbing right into Elliot's lap as he'd been thinking about doing all night.
Looking at Elliot from above gave John an even bigger rush than he'd dreamed. He bent down to kiss Elliot more thoroughly and much more demandingly, hands sliding up under his shirt to find bare skin on his torso - god, John ran hotter than the average human, and Elliot still felt feverishly warm to the touch. Was that the drugs, too?]
[Despite the fact that he'd invited this a sudden lap full of John shocked him. His eyes widened in their slightly too big way for a moment.
His eyes focused on John until he kissed him. The kiss wasn't lazy and exploratory anymore. John knew what he wanted and was following Elliot's instructions to take.
His hands were so hot on his skin, that alone nearly enough to make him moan into the kiss. But they felt good and he reached to pull his shirt off.
[Hearing Elliot moan made John shiver against him, because that was involuntary, whereas Elliot usually needed to think through everything. There was definitely some sort of power play involved in his desire for Elliot - which there tended to be in everything involving him, but he didn't realize until he heard that moan just how thoroughly he wanted to break Elliot down until he was nearly sobbing with need.
Of course he was glad to pull back long enough for Elliot to get his shirt off, sitting back on his haunches for a moment to admire the view before tracing his fingertips lightly from Elliot's collarbones to his hipbones.]
Definitely wanted to do this, too. [If his hands felt hot on Elliot's skin, his open mouth would doubtlessly feel even hotter, licking and sucking a path from Elliot's neck down to his chest. John couldn't stay in this position if he wanted to move much lower, his back already quite curved to reach where he was, but it worked for now.]
[Elliot tossed the predictably black shirt off to the side. He hadnt been sure of how John would react. The air felt hotter against his skin, breathing a little shorter as he stared at the younger man.
Another moan passed unbidden from Elliot's lips, John's mouth leaving him breathing harder and like his skin was on fire with the pleasure.
He was never going to learn his lesson with Molly.]
You've been thinking about this and you didn't do anything? [a small part of Elliot held back from this. He cared about John... He was so much younger..]
[He laughed against Elliot's skin at the question, resting his forehead against Elliot's chest for a second to answer.]
Sorry? [There was an ironic little twist to his voice.] Apparently I respect you or something. And you're like the only one, so you better appreciate it.
[Despite his mocking tone, he meant those words, and the fact that he had made almost no physical contact with Elliot in all this time probably said as much with what Elliot was learning now. He did respect Elliot, from the moment he realized that Elliot was taking him in without expectation of payback or praise. It had been a totally unselfish gesture, one without pity, and had always stayed that way.
Now he did want to move his mouth lower, though, which meant climbing off Elliot and nudging his legs open to settle between them on his knees. For now, he wasn't taking advantage of the position's classic meaning - he was up on his haunches, hands splayed on Elliot's lower back as he pressed more wet kisses across his abdomen and down to the waistband of his pants.]
[Even though the tone was a bit kocking Elliot did appreciate it even if he didn't get it, not completely. But he honestly wasn't sure he needed to right then and there were other things pulling at his mind, drawing his attention away from thinking.
The main thing was John was on his knees between his legs. It had to be clear enough that he was half hard already. And it felt so good, his hands on the small of his back, lips pressed against his stomach. God, did he want this and it showed in the way his body was wound tight with the tensions of it. Holding back again, though it took all his concentration.]
Why? I don't want to take advantage of you or some shit. [The words were spoken out of fear that wasn't quite inhibited enough in this state.]
[When John got low enough to see the beginning of Elliot's erection pressing against his jeans, he immediately let out a long, shuddering breath.] Fuck... [He sounded half-drunk with arousal, his hand just reaching to touch the bulge when Elliot spoke up again.
All John could do in response was laugh. Laugh and laugh until he finally looked up at Elliot with half-closed lids]
Elliot. If you tried to take advantage of me? I'd fucking kill you.
[He almost always had a cigarette lit, after all. John could do it instantly. So with that cleared up, he finally pressed his palm against the bulge in Elliot's jeans and started to massage it slowly, still looking up at him with that smouldering gaze.]
[The words were a bit sobering, Elliot's eyes widening again. It wasn't really shock or fear. There was just an honesty and seriousness to it. And he knew it was true. John could have killed him at basically any point and he never had.
And now he was between his legs wanting him and Elliot wanted him too. This wasn't bad because he wasn't taking advantage, if anything John was taking advantage of him. He'd after all, told John to do what he wanted. A free pass to anything his teenage hormones could've dreamed up.
He didn't say another word, watching John as he touched him, eyes meeting his. His gaze far more lazy but his desire was just as clear as if the way his dick got harder at the other's attention wasn't evidence enough.]
[He saw the reality settle into Elliot's expression, saw that Elliot absolutely believed him without fearing him, and he could've climbed right back up to give Elliot another fierce kiss if he weren't far more interested in this new diversion. That belief without fear - it felt a lot like respect in turn, but John had only ever known fear or hatred, so he could only guess.
Regardless, it was powerful. An aphrodisiac right now, and likely a source of much stronger ties and emotions when he came down from this high.
What did he want to do? He wanted to tear Elliot's restraint to shreds. Step one was unfastening his absurdly tight jeans; step two was tugging them and his underwear down low enough to free his cock; step three was opening his full lips around it and swallowing it with practiced ease.
Hopefully Elliot wouldn't think too hard about how he got that practice.]
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Date: 2016-08-25 03:22 am (UTC)Elliot was laid back, yeah, but John felt like if something freaked him out, it really freaked him out. He could go from zero to a hundred with almost no warning and very few outward signs until you actually tried to communicate with him and realized he was in lockdown. So he wouldn't play around with the touching thing, right?
The feeling wasn't what John expected from Darlene's description, either. Not like an aphrodisiac or something, all hot desire coiling and pulsing unbearably in the pit of his stomach, but a much diffuse sense of rightness in his life and the world. He was so fucking thrilled to be here with Elliot, in this strange approximation of a home rather than sleeping rough, that it almost felt as though his whole life had fallen out as it had to bring him to this moment. This sort of contentment felt like it must have shone through his very skin, giving him an otherworldly glow. He'd never known anything like it.
And as he sat cross-legged on the couch with his back against the arm and his body facing Elliot, he found that he did want to touch and be touched. It was more about connection than sex, though, at least for now; he just wanted to be closer to Elliot, who seemed to have bottomless chasms all around him to keep him safe rather than just a personal bubble. Head tilted to one side, eyes big and curious with pupils so huge that they blacked out the slate blue of his irises, he shuffled closer to where Elliot sat and slid his fingertips lightly from Elliot's shoulder to his elbow. John had never, ever touched him before, not even by accident.]
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Date: 2016-08-25 10:24 am (UTC)John couldn't get into too much trouble either, at least he hoped. As it hit his system it was calming, leaving him relaxed on the couch, head dropped back against the back of the couch and staring at the ceiling. His eyes drifted to the side, eyes open wide there.
His eyes followed the other's arm as it moved toward him and a part of his mind recoiled a bit when he felt John's fingertips connect with him. If he hadn't been drugged he probably would have physically recoiled, removed himself from John's proximity and reestablished his personal bubble.
As it was, he stared at him instead, his eyes wide, unblinking and typically bloodshot.]
What are you doing? [He asked, not moving away or to stop him. He let it happen, another small voice telling him that he wanted it to happen again.]
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Date: 2016-08-25 05:10 pm (UTC)John didn't know, of course, but he was enraptured. He slid the fabric of Elliot's shirt between his fingertips, certain he could pick out and count every single thread in the fabric if asked. Then he finally looked up into Elliot's gaze, ready to answer him until the wrong words spilled out of his mouth.]
Can I kiss you? I really wanna kiss you. [Not at all when he meant to say, and not even what he'd been thinking of when he told Darlene that he would broach the topic of his attraction. But his eyes slid down to Elliot's mouth, the full upper lip which slightly overlapped the lower, and he couldn't deny what he'd said, either. He really did want to kiss Elliot, and had for awhile.]
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Date: 2016-08-25 07:52 pm (UTC)John's fingers on his shirt, his eyes meeting his made him push harder against the effects but to no avail. He was pliant and relaxed and the part of him that had given into the affects of the drug was in control.]
Okay. [Elliot agreed, he hadn't meant to but it happened and once it did he knew that he wanted to kiss him too. He shouldn't want to. He was way too young and he was like a kid he was taking care of. That wasn't right.
But if it was John kissing him then it was okay. It wasn't Elliot starting it, if anything it was John taking advantage of him. Yeah.]
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Date: 2016-08-26 01:39 pm (UTC)Maybe he was a bit nervous, even while flying this high.
A very strong part of him wanted to sling a leg over Elliot's lap and straddle him, but he managed to overrule it, deciding maybe he should wait until he'd seen the reaction to the kiss; pinning someone down was a pretty major violation of their personal bubble, after all. So at last, he leaned in and kissed Elliot with his mouth already slightly open, a tiny noise escaping him the moment their lips made contact.]
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Date: 2016-08-26 06:36 pm (UTC)Too much at once might have knocked the tenuous balance in his acceptance even with the drugs helping dull his instincts to keep people at a physical and emotional arm's length away. But analyzing what he was doing, what he was allowing himself to do slipped out of conscious thought as John's lips pressed against his own.
Elliot should've been thinking that John was way to young to be kissing but Elliot hadn't ever been much for following rules all that well. And John was kissing him, not the other way around. And it felt good. It felt really good. The tingling sensation spread over his lips throughout his nerves and he was sure it was the affect of the Molly but he felt it to the ends of his fingertips.
After seconds that felt like minutes, his hand slid up, brushing over the other's cheek and then into his hair and that sparked a whole new set of sensations.]
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Date: 2016-08-28 10:44 pm (UTC)But then Elliot started to respond, first with his mouth and then with that gentle touch, which sent shivers through John's entire body: pleasure, yes, but with something else layered just underneath. He let out a soft, high-pitched sound and pressed closer to Elliot, tongue nudging demandingly at his lips, one hand still scratching at his short hair while the other settled on his shoulder for John to anchor himself.
He wanted to pause this moment and live in in forever, but he wanted to know what might come next even more.]
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Date: 2016-08-30 05:14 am (UTC)This was all just the drugs. Elliot reminded himself of that as the other's hand weighted on his shoulder. It felt so heavy. His fingers curled into the other's longer hair, the softness of the strands distracting Elliot just a little.]
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Date: 2016-08-30 07:07 pm (UTC)Especially when he finally opened his mouth to John's tongue. The surge of heat through John's body was almost unbearable in its speed and intensity, making him try to move even closer when there was no more space for him to claim (other than Elliot's still-empty lap) and suck eagerly on Elliot's bottom lip. Even if things stayed like this, with Elliot only reacting enough to allow John's progression, it'd be fine. Just fine.]
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Date: 2016-09-01 07:13 am (UTC)Elliot didn't know because he'd never hacked him. John might be the lone person that he'd yet to meet and know for this long and never completely invade their privacy with an exhaustive hack. That wasn't to say he didn't know that Darlene had probably done a hack so if there were anything of importance she would've let him know. The fact she'd told him nothing told him that most, if not all of the story John gave them both was true.
For once, that was enough for him.
His fingers slid down along the other's skull to the nape of his neck, squeezing there gently, encouraging in his way.]
WHAT IT IS SO FUCKING SWEET THAT HE STILL HASN'T HACKED HIM
Date: 2016-09-01 04:29 pm (UTC)Holy fuck... [He kept his face very close to Elliot's as he caught his breath, never meeting his eye because he had to pull himself together first, even if his nerves were all crackling live wires and his mind was lit up like a pinball machine because of the drugs. It didn't work so well; when he pulled away to examine Elliot's face, he still looked completely awestruck.]
Do you have any idea how long I've wanted to do that?
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Date: 2016-09-01 05:28 pm (UTC)He couldn't even blame him for it.]
No.
[A small pause.]
How long?
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Date: 2016-09-01 05:35 pm (UTC)Longer than I've ever waited for anything I wanted before. [Because he was an impatient little shit who preferred saying no to hearing it, which Elliot had to know by now.]
Phone tags.
Date: 2016-09-01 07:10 pm (UTC)Where did Elliot want it to go? Where did John want it to go...]
You've been wanting to kiss me? Why didn't you?
What else?
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Date: 2016-09-01 07:20 pm (UTC)Look, man, you know there's nothing wrong with my self-esteem. It's not like I thought you'd shoot me down hard or anything, but - [He'd come out too defensive when Elliot hadn't accused him of anything. He had to dial it back.] - I couldn't really see you being into it, either.
[Oh god. What else. He did smirk at that, subtly suggestive.] You really wanna hear all of it?
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Date: 2016-09-01 07:26 pm (UTC)I want to hear all of it. [a quiet confirmation as he slides his fingers into john's hair] and then you should do what you want... And not ask.
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Date: 2016-09-01 07:39 pm (UTC)Looking at Elliot from above gave John an even bigger rush than he'd dreamed. He bent down to kiss Elliot more thoroughly and much more demandingly, hands sliding up under his shirt to find bare skin on his torso - god, John ran hotter than the average human, and Elliot still felt feverishly warm to the touch. Was that the drugs, too?]
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Date: 2016-09-01 07:51 pm (UTC)His eyes focused on John until he kissed him. The kiss wasn't lazy and exploratory anymore. John knew what he wanted and was following Elliot's instructions to take.
His hands were so hot on his skin, that alone nearly enough to make him moan into the kiss. But they felt good and he reached to pull his shirt off.
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Date: 2016-09-01 08:00 pm (UTC)Of course he was glad to pull back long enough for Elliot to get his shirt off, sitting back on his haunches for a moment to admire the view before tracing his fingertips lightly from Elliot's collarbones to his hipbones.]
Definitely wanted to do this, too. [If his hands felt hot on Elliot's skin, his open mouth would doubtlessly feel even hotter, licking and sucking a path from Elliot's neck down to his chest. John couldn't stay in this position if he wanted to move much lower, his back already quite curved to reach where he was, but it worked for now.]
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Date: 2016-09-01 08:13 pm (UTC)Another moan passed unbidden from Elliot's lips, John's mouth leaving him breathing harder and like his skin was on fire with the pleasure.
He was never going to learn his lesson with Molly.]
You've been thinking about this and you didn't do anything? [a small part of Elliot held back from this. He cared about John... He was so much younger..]
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Date: 2016-09-01 08:42 pm (UTC)Sorry? [There was an ironic little twist to his voice.] Apparently I respect you or something. And you're like the only one, so you better appreciate it.
[Despite his mocking tone, he meant those words, and the fact that he had made almost no physical contact with Elliot in all this time probably said as much with what Elliot was learning now. He did respect Elliot, from the moment he realized that Elliot was taking him in without expectation of payback or praise. It had been a totally unselfish gesture, one without pity, and had always stayed that way.
Now he did want to move his mouth lower, though, which meant climbing off Elliot and nudging his legs open to settle between them on his knees. For now, he wasn't taking advantage of the position's classic meaning - he was up on his haunches, hands splayed on Elliot's lower back as he pressed more wet kisses across his abdomen and down to the waistband of his pants.]
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Date: 2016-09-01 09:56 pm (UTC)The main thing was John was on his knees between his legs. It had to be clear enough that he was half hard already. And it felt so good, his hands on the small of his back, lips pressed against his stomach. God, did he want this and it showed in the way his body was wound tight with the tensions of it. Holding back again, though it took all his concentration.]
Why? I don't want to take advantage of you or some shit. [The words were spoken out of fear that wasn't quite inhibited enough in this state.]
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Date: 2016-09-01 10:21 pm (UTC)All John could do in response was laugh. Laugh and laugh until he finally looked up at Elliot with half-closed lids]
Elliot. If you tried to take advantage of me? I'd fucking kill you.
[He almost always had a cigarette lit, after all. John could do it instantly. So with that cleared up, he finally pressed his palm against the bulge in Elliot's jeans and started to massage it slowly, still looking up at him with that smouldering gaze.]
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Date: 2016-09-01 10:38 pm (UTC)And now he was between his legs wanting him and Elliot wanted him too. This wasn't bad because he wasn't taking advantage, if anything John was taking advantage of him. He'd after all, told John to do what he wanted. A free pass to anything his teenage hormones could've dreamed up.
He didn't say another word, watching John as he touched him, eyes meeting his. His gaze far more lazy but his desire was just as clear as if the way his dick got harder at the other's attention wasn't evidence enough.]
What do you want to do now?
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Date: 2016-09-01 10:57 pm (UTC)Regardless, it was powerful. An aphrodisiac right now, and likely a source of much stronger ties and emotions when he came down from this high.
What did he want to do? He wanted to tear Elliot's restraint to shreds. Step one was unfastening his absurdly tight jeans; step two was tugging them and his underwear down low enough to free his cock; step three was opening his full lips around it and swallowing it with practiced ease.
Hopefully Elliot wouldn't think too hard about how he got that practice.]
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