Inner lucent artists
Fandom: U-KISS
Pairing: Elvin
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Slash
Summary: Kevin wants to get a tattoo. Eli tries to talk him out of it.
3,756 words
Because of witnessing celebrities springing up with tattoos like mushrooms after the rain and because of passing by countless store windows, examining all the design examples, Kevin finally decided it was time for him to get his own skin inked. Eli, who had been secretly observing his contemplative and thinking face whenever the subject of tattoos would pop up, thought -or rather, knew- that Kevin mainly wanted to do it because of his reputation as a weak, fragile creature, but he never confessed his theories to him, since he knew it would bring him down.
Kevin first discussed the matter or skin carving with their manager, who, much to Eli’s consternation, almost agreed on the spot. Relieved to have been granted permission so easily, Kevin asked Eli to accompany him to the tattoo atelier, but he vehemently refused. The others were on the same page with Eli and sustained that it wasn’t a very good idea, especially for someone so mild and easygoing as Kevin. They tried talking him out of it, tried distracting him for a few days with video-games and movie marathons, even attempted showing him documentaries about how tattoos could cause skin cancer, but Kevin didn’t listen. Eli had expected a reaction like that, since he had known Kevin from their teen days and was well aware that even though he seemed meek and subdued at times, he could be in fact very fixed on his goals.
Eli stopped Kevin one late evening after dinner, as they were all about to retreat in the living room to watch TV. He grabbed his arm and guided him in their bedroom, then closed the door and turned to face him.
‘So about that tattoo.’ Eli began, motioning for him to sit on the bed. Kevin slouched with an exasperated sigh.
‘We’re not going through this again.’ He said bothered. ‘I’m not going to change my mind.’
‘So I see. Have you thought about the design?’
‘I’m not sure I’ll actually have a design.’ He answered. ‘I was thinking of a quote. Maybe.’
‘What quote?’
‘I haven’t thought about it. But I want something in that old handwriting that people used during the medieval age.’
‘Okay then. What about placement?’ Eli asked, crossing his arms. He leaned on the closet and wasn’t surprised when Kevin delayed his reply.
‘I don’t know yet.’ He grumbled. ‘Is your inquiry over?’
‘Have you at least done some research before deciding on this? Do you even know what type of ink you should ask for, or what kind of utensils you should avoid?’ Eli ignored him.
‘It’s not my job to do that.’ Kevin scolded through his teeth. ‘I’ll go to someone who has experience and knows what he’s doing.’
‘So all you know by now is that you want a tattoo, but you don’t have any actual details.’ Eli continued. ‘And you wanted me to come with you at the atelier a couple of days ago. What has gotten into you, anyhow?’
‘Look, if you don’t want to go, that’s fine. I’ll go by myself or I’ll take our manager. At least he’s not bugging me about it.’ He got up, ready to leave the room. Eli clutched his wrist and held tightly.
‘He’s not bugging you about it because he doesn’t care.’
‘And you do?’
‘I just don’t get it. Why do you suddenly want a tattoo? When we first met, you told me how much you hated them. What made you change your mind?’
Kevin let out a breath and sat on the edge of the bed again. He patted the spot next to him and Eli immediately plunged onto it, waiting for him to speak.
‘This is not a spur-of-the-moment thing.’ The younger said on a mellow tone. ‘I wanted to get one ever since the filming of our last music video, when you and Agatha were given those French quotes.’
Eli hadn’t been expecting that kind of answer, hence he didn’t really know what to say. He looked at Kevin for a moment, while he was staring at his hands, then bolted up the mattress and held out a hand for him, too.
‘Those were just doodles made by our make-up crew, with black pencils. They weren’t that amazing.’ Eli lied. He actually enjoyed the ticklish sensation he underwent for about forty minutes and was disappointed when the final screen version only focused on his back for half a second.
‘The fans kept talking about how you should get a real tattoo, only after watching the teaser.’ Kevin retorted, raising a brow at him.
‘Here’s what we’ll do.’ Eli voiced, tired of arguing. ‘Give me one chance to prove to you that getting your skin drawn on isn’t that big of a deal. If I don’t succeed, then I’ll personally come with you at that stupid shop. Deal?’
‘Just open your ears once and for all and understand that it’s useless!’ Kevin whined. ‘It’s pointless to even try.’
‘Then it shouldn’t represent a threat to you.’ Eli concluded. ‘Give me one shot. That’s it. And if I don’t manage, I’ll never preach to you about it again.’
Kevin looked at him unsure for a second, as if trying to get pass his eyes and read directly into his mind. Eli had no clue what he was about to come up with to convince him, but knew it had to be so good, that building a nuclear weapon would be a piece of cake.
‘Fine.’ The younger finally exclaimed. ‘Get ready to come with me to the atelier, because you won’t win this one.’
Eli swallowed hard.
**
He had expected to at least come up with a hint, something that would set him on the right track to convincing Kevin into giving up the tattooing. As it usually happened, Eli had always been greeted by opportunities in times of need, he knew he should just be patient and wait for a solution to show up by itself, because that was how things worked in his world.
Not this time.
He couldn’t help but twist his body all night long, from one side of the mattress -squeaky mattress- to the other, in a failed attempt to contrive an actual plan. Not only that, but Kevin got fed up with his constant moving at about three in the morning and threatened him with a sleep on the couch, if he didn’t stop soon.
Eli finally woke up at six, an hour before the alarm clock was supposed to buzz their eyes open and left the dorm in silence. He went to the local supermarket and began rummaging through the aisles carelessly, not sure what exactly was that he wanted to buy; all he was positive of was that he needed to get his mind off things for a while. He passed the instant-food shelves, the detergents and cereals. He stopped in front of the energizers section and grabbed as many as his cart allowed -one can never have too many Red Bulls- then halted in the school supplies sector. He remembered how he used to get all excited before school started, not because he particularly liked it, but because his parents would take him and his sisters to places like this and allow them to get anything they wanted.
He smiled to himself and began moving on, when something caught his attention. There, right at the end of the aisle, hundreds of different-colored pens had been placed, all varying in size and usages. Some of their packages said that they smelled like fruits, while others glowed in the dark like neon.
Eli stared at the sets for a while, before grabbing a small pack of three black sharpies, tossed it in the cart and proceeded to the check-out.
**
When Eli returned to the dorm, it was quieter than usual. The others couldn’t have possibly still been sleeping, since it was almost eight in the morning and their manager never allowed them to stay in bed for that long. He took off his shoes and let them scattered somewhere, then entered his bedroom, only to find it empty. Kevin had already made his bed, since the sheets were all stretched and neatly arranged.
‘You’re back?’ he heard a voice coming from the kitchen.
‘Uh, yeah.’ He shouted back, heading towards the source of smoke and smell of burnt sugar. He was greeted by Kevin, who was busying himself by the oven, trying to cook something in a frying pan. It looked sticky and inedible, but smelled, nonetheless, delicious, so Eli crept behind him, stole the spoon from his hand and tasted the clammy substance.
He instantly felt as if his tongue caught fire.
‘Damn, hot.’ He blabbered with half of his tongue sticking out, while trying to fill up a glass of cold water. He drank it entirely in one go, then turned to look at Kevin, who was smirking.
‘Why didn’t you warn me it was hot?’
‘Maybe because you’re not supposed to be tasting the food without the chef’s permission.’ He responded all-knowingly.
‘Oh, that’s how you call yourself now?’ Eli started placing the cans of soda and energizer in the fridge.
‘Since I’m making the food, I think it’s fairly logical.’
‘Where are the others?’
‘Out. Our choreographer called in sick and our vocal coach is out of town. We might have to meet with the stage planner later this evening, but besides that, we’re free today.’
‘Well lucky us. Why didn’t you go?’
‘Didn’t feel like it. Plus, I haven’t used the kitchen in ages, since we always order.’
Eli laughed.
‘You haven’t used the kitchen in ages? You’ve never used the kitchen in your life. What do you know how to make? And tea doesn’t count, by the way.’
‘You are one very funny person.’ Kevin stuck his tongue out at him. ‘Watch and learn. You’ll be amazed. In fact, your mind is going to be so blown away, you’ll want to make me your slave and cook for you for the rest of your existence.’
‘Is that so?’ Eli smiled widely. ‘Because I could have sworn you stood home out of curiosity.’
Kevin blinked in confusion.
‘Curiosity for what?’
‘For my master plan to make you quit yours.’ Eli closed the fridge door and sat on one of the stools. He pulled the set of sharpies out of the bag and flung it on the table. Kevin came closer and held it up to inspect it.
‘And these are meant for…’ he analyzed Eli’s face.
‘These are part of the plan.’
‘Right. Because you’ll draw a pony for me.’
‘The pony doesn’t top the list, but it’s definitely floating somewhere around that spot.’
‘Well now I’m really looking forward to it.’ Kevin sneered. ‘Knowing you, I thought you would come up with something more ingenious than this.’
Eli tore the transparent plastic container apart and pulled one pen out.
‘Don’t be so quick on judging. I’m not done yet.’ He said, getting up from his chair.
‘Huh, so I’m also receiving a kitty as a bonus. This must be my lucky day.’ Kevin leaned on the counter, with his hands on either side of his waist.
‘Better than that. You pick the design.’ Eli continued, pointing with the sharpie at him. ‘Depending on the outcome of my drawing, I get my wish granted and you don’t tattoo yourself anymore.’
Kevin let out a short, cynical laugh.
‘No way. It’s too easy for you.’
‘You don’t know where I’m going to draw it. That’s the twist.’
‘And where is that? The bathroom stall?’
‘You first have to agree to see.’
‘Forget it.’ Kevin distanced himself from the edge of the counter. ‘Either you come up with something better, or the deal is off.’
‘You won’t be disappointed by this.’ Eli insisted, noticing the slight change in his voice. ‘Besides, keep in mind that we had an agreement and you complied to go along with it, regardless of how absurd my approach may seem. Plus you get to choose the design, so you can pick whatever you’d like, even the hardest thing you could think of. I think I’m being pretty reasonable here.’
Kevin filled a glass with water and took a sip, then stared at the floor for a few seconds. When he looked back at Eli, he seemed amused.
‘Fine.’ He said in the end. ‘You’re going to draw a two-headed dragon. Large, detailed, with fangs and claws and everything. With wings the size of Jupiter and scales covering its entire body. How’s that?’
‘Sounds perfect to me.’ Eli grinned, pleased at Kevin’s baffled facial expression, who was probably expecting a completely different reaction.
Eli guided both of the to their dorm, then locked the door behind him. Kevin gave him narrowed look while sitting on the leather chair.
‘Why did you do that?’ he asked, tilting his head to the left.
‘Believe me, you’ll be thanking me. Get up and sit on the bed.’
The younger appeared more confused by the second, but gladly obliged, as he bounced up and out of the chair.
‘You didn’t bring any paper.’ He noticed.
‘We’re not going to need it. Take your clothes off.’
Kevin froze in place and watched him with skepticism. Uncertainty overcame his voice as he spoke again.
‘You want me to take my clothes off.’ He slowly echoed Eli’s words.
‘Yes.’
‘Because?’
‘Because it’s part of the plan.’
‘Eli, what are you even thinking of-’
‘I told you before and this is the last time I’m repeating myself. We had an agreement and you have to follow along. And don’t worry, I won’t rape you.’
‘Well damn, that was my biggest dream.’ Kevin rolled his eyes, but took off his T-shirt anyway, along with his jeans. He placed them fastidiously beside him, then waited.
‘And your underwear.’
‘You’re kidding me.’ He exclaimed, shooting him an outrageous look. ‘I’m not taking my underwear off.’
After spending the next five minutes trying to convince him, followed by innumerable refusals and stubborn denials, Eli finally managed to talk Kevin into turning completely naked, although with towering difficulty.
He asked him to sprawl himself on the bed, then parted his legs -Kevin blushed and looked away- and placed himself between them. The younger avoided looking into his eyes, albeit he would gaze instead around the room, trying to maintain his composure and coolness. Eli felt him shivering under his touch, so he took that as a positive sign and pulled the sharpie’s cap off. He then grabbed the base of his manhood with one hand and held it backward, deciding to start drawing the dragon from beneath, choosing to work his way up.
Kevin’s eyelashes fluttered close for a few instants at the sudden touch, but he pursed his lips and didn’t say anything, as his eyes fixed themselves on one spot on the floor. The first couple of minutes were rather silent, as Eli began his meticulous drawing around his two organs, while unintentionally closing the distance between his face and Kevin’s skin. The named one managed to resist the first few hot breaths against his most sensitive area, but quickly had to mumble a faded ‘Eli’, to make him conscious of how he was driving him insane.
Eli looked up at him and laughed a small ‘Sorry’, before pulling a few inches away. Kevin almost wished he hadn’t. He had to admit that the pen’s sharp tip felt somehow unpleasant, but soon enough the older’s constant twirling of his hand made him hard and there was nothing he could do to make it go away.
Eli paused for a second to study his face, which by now had turned bright red. Kevin refused to establish eye contact, but spoke while glaring at the wall.
‘Could you hurry up and finish already?’ he asked, trying to mask the moaning he was urging to let out.
‘But you like it, as far as I can see.’ Eli said calmly, resuming his doodling.
‘I swear, one more funny remark and we’re done here.’ He grumbled. ‘I doubt you’d be reacting differently, were you in my shoes.’
‘So you’re enjoying this?’ Eli teased.
Kevin kept his gaze on a precise spot on the wall and turned, if it was possible, even more red, then whispered something. He was visibly uncomfortable and even though Eli wasn’t far from his feelings, having the upper hand made him feel less exposed.
‘What was that?’
‘I said try and end it faster.’ Kevin responded, looking directly at him for the first time since Eli began his drawing.
‘But I’m only halfway through.’ The older said innocently, continuing his artsy hand movements and carefully-traced lines. Kevin sighed in frustration, as he started staring at the ceiling.
Before he could complain again, Eli decided it was time to move the graphic upwards. He released the base of his cock and straightened it - Kevin was already so hard, he only needed three fingers to keep its head still, while the sharpie was discreetly making its way along the warm skin. He felt the younger tensing at the grip, as he released a small amount of pre-cum and lightly dug his nails into the sheets. Eli noticed it was hard for him to keep quiet, not to mention motionless, so he came closer and rested one of his elbows on his thigh, to impede him from shifting so much.
‘You know, you don’t have to force yourself to keep silent. I mean, it’s okay if you want to-’
‘For God’s sake, shut up.’ Kevin interrupted him, tilting his head back. ‘Are you done yet?’
‘Almost.’
The scratches produced by the sharpie were becoming unbearable, especially since Kevin felt an extra pressure applied at regular intervals. He knew Eli was doing it on purpose, just to test him, but didn’t protest. Towards the end, the older began caressing the tip of his cock with his thumb and all of that, combined with the small friction caused by the pen sent electrifying tingles throughout his muscles.
Eli finished the so-called tattoo by dipping the peak of the pen in the small hole at the top, which caused Kevin to come unexpectedly, with a heavy shake. He wanted to scream, but covered his mouth before having a chance to do so, and progressively returned from his rapture with an unsteady breathing.
Eli threw the sharpie on the carpet, then got up and held a hand for him. As he grabbed it and lazily straightened himself, Kevin mumbled for him to go away.
‘Why?’ Eli asked surprised.
‘Because I’m naked and embarrassed, you twat, that’s why.’ He retorted. ‘Now turn around and stop staring at me.’
The older simply smirked and grasped his wrist, leading him to the bathroom. Inside, he turned on both of the tap waters, waited for the tub to fill up halfway through and invited Kevin with a movement of the head to get in. He did, a bit unsure on his feet.
‘We need to clean this off of you.’ Eli said, grabbing a sponge and soap. ‘Stay like that.’
‘I can do this by myself, seriously, just go already.’
‘Shut up.’
He kneeled beside the marble-covered tub and dipped the sponge deeply into the warm water, while Kevin felt beyond embarrassed and didn’t know what to do with his hands. In the end he held them up to his chest and watched Eli cleaning him off. The rubbing had already began hurting from the first contact, but he knew he had to somehow wash away any traces of marker, so he tried his best to keep quiet.
‘Could you be a little more gentle?’ he asked with half-a-voice. ‘It kind of hurts.’
‘You think this hurts?’ Eli replied, smiling up at him. Kevin broke the eye contact again. ‘A real tattoo would be ten times worse. Imagine they actually have to use a needle to carve under your skin. Believe me, you don’t know what you’re getting yourself into.’
After a few minutes Kevin was squeaky clean, even if the area had meanwhile reddened. The irritation would probably last for at least the next two days and that bugged him, but had to concede that Eli was right. As he wanted to get out of the tub, the older stopped him and stared into his eyes for a while.
‘One last thing. To make sure you’ve really learned your lesson.’
He placed one hand on his waist, while the other clutched around his cock and licked along its length. Kevin was completely taken by surprise, but all he could do was to let out a whimper, as he instinctively pushed his hips forward.
‘Eli, what are you… oh God.’ He breathed. He felt ashamed of himself, ashamed of what he was giving into and how good it felt, but watching his band mate sucking on him with such longing made him turn hard again. Apparently Eli had very little to no trouble at all with the entire situation, as he seemed fairly pleased noticing Kevin arousing so fast. He tried taking it all in and began whirling his tongue around it, while attempting to pump at least half of its stretch with his hand.
He felt the taste of pre-cum and knew that was the signal announcing that Kevin was close, so he fastened the pace. Kevin also began thrusting a little harder into his mouth, incapable of refraining himself from the celestial feeling Eli’s wet tongue was giving him. He came with a loud scream, this time not even caring if he could have been heard or not, as he let his entire body be filled with an euphoric sensation.
Eli got up and helped him get out of the tub, then bundled him in a large towel and guided both of them back to their room. As Kevin crashed on the bed, he let out a sigh.
‘Please tell me it’s really over this time.’ He murmured.
‘It is.’ Eli laughed softly. ‘So? What’s the verdict? Any more tattoos?’
‘Jesus, Mary and Joseph. No.’
‘Good.’
They stared at the ceiling for a while, before Kevin spoke again.
‘It’s not fair that you got to keep your clothes on the entire time, though.’
‘Maybe next time I’ll decide to get a tattoo.’
‘Fine with me. But I’m warning you, I’ll use a permanent marker.’
‘And why is that?’
‘More scrubbing.’
Eli burst out with laughter.
Maybe a bigger design, too.
Pairing: Elvin
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Slash
Summary: Kevin wants to get a tattoo. Eli tries to talk him out of it.
3,756 words
Because of witnessing celebrities springing up with tattoos like mushrooms after the rain and because of passing by countless store windows, examining all the design examples, Kevin finally decided it was time for him to get his own skin inked. Eli, who had been secretly observing his contemplative and thinking face whenever the subject of tattoos would pop up, thought -or rather, knew- that Kevin mainly wanted to do it because of his reputation as a weak, fragile creature, but he never confessed his theories to him, since he knew it would bring him down.
Kevin first discussed the matter or skin carving with their manager, who, much to Eli’s consternation, almost agreed on the spot. Relieved to have been granted permission so easily, Kevin asked Eli to accompany him to the tattoo atelier, but he vehemently refused. The others were on the same page with Eli and sustained that it wasn’t a very good idea, especially for someone so mild and easygoing as Kevin. They tried talking him out of it, tried distracting him for a few days with video-games and movie marathons, even attempted showing him documentaries about how tattoos could cause skin cancer, but Kevin didn’t listen. Eli had expected a reaction like that, since he had known Kevin from their teen days and was well aware that even though he seemed meek and subdued at times, he could be in fact very fixed on his goals.
Eli stopped Kevin one late evening after dinner, as they were all about to retreat in the living room to watch TV. He grabbed his arm and guided him in their bedroom, then closed the door and turned to face him.
‘So about that tattoo.’ Eli began, motioning for him to sit on the bed. Kevin slouched with an exasperated sigh.
‘We’re not going through this again.’ He said bothered. ‘I’m not going to change my mind.’
‘So I see. Have you thought about the design?’
‘I’m not sure I’ll actually have a design.’ He answered. ‘I was thinking of a quote. Maybe.’
‘What quote?’
‘I haven’t thought about it. But I want something in that old handwriting that people used during the medieval age.’
‘Okay then. What about placement?’ Eli asked, crossing his arms. He leaned on the closet and wasn’t surprised when Kevin delayed his reply.
‘I don’t know yet.’ He grumbled. ‘Is your inquiry over?’
‘Have you at least done some research before deciding on this? Do you even know what type of ink you should ask for, or what kind of utensils you should avoid?’ Eli ignored him.
‘It’s not my job to do that.’ Kevin scolded through his teeth. ‘I’ll go to someone who has experience and knows what he’s doing.’
‘So all you know by now is that you want a tattoo, but you don’t have any actual details.’ Eli continued. ‘And you wanted me to come with you at the atelier a couple of days ago. What has gotten into you, anyhow?’
‘Look, if you don’t want to go, that’s fine. I’ll go by myself or I’ll take our manager. At least he’s not bugging me about it.’ He got up, ready to leave the room. Eli clutched his wrist and held tightly.
‘He’s not bugging you about it because he doesn’t care.’
‘And you do?’
‘I just don’t get it. Why do you suddenly want a tattoo? When we first met, you told me how much you hated them. What made you change your mind?’
Kevin let out a breath and sat on the edge of the bed again. He patted the spot next to him and Eli immediately plunged onto it, waiting for him to speak.
‘This is not a spur-of-the-moment thing.’ The younger said on a mellow tone. ‘I wanted to get one ever since the filming of our last music video, when you and Agatha were given those French quotes.’
Eli hadn’t been expecting that kind of answer, hence he didn’t really know what to say. He looked at Kevin for a moment, while he was staring at his hands, then bolted up the mattress and held out a hand for him, too.
‘Those were just doodles made by our make-up crew, with black pencils. They weren’t that amazing.’ Eli lied. He actually enjoyed the ticklish sensation he underwent for about forty minutes and was disappointed when the final screen version only focused on his back for half a second.
‘The fans kept talking about how you should get a real tattoo, only after watching the teaser.’ Kevin retorted, raising a brow at him.
‘Here’s what we’ll do.’ Eli voiced, tired of arguing. ‘Give me one chance to prove to you that getting your skin drawn on isn’t that big of a deal. If I don’t succeed, then I’ll personally come with you at that stupid shop. Deal?’
‘Just open your ears once and for all and understand that it’s useless!’ Kevin whined. ‘It’s pointless to even try.’
‘Then it shouldn’t represent a threat to you.’ Eli concluded. ‘Give me one shot. That’s it. And if I don’t manage, I’ll never preach to you about it again.’
Kevin looked at him unsure for a second, as if trying to get pass his eyes and read directly into his mind. Eli had no clue what he was about to come up with to convince him, but knew it had to be so good, that building a nuclear weapon would be a piece of cake.
‘Fine.’ The younger finally exclaimed. ‘Get ready to come with me to the atelier, because you won’t win this one.’
Eli swallowed hard.
**
He had expected to at least come up with a hint, something that would set him on the right track to convincing Kevin into giving up the tattooing. As it usually happened, Eli had always been greeted by opportunities in times of need, he knew he should just be patient and wait for a solution to show up by itself, because that was how things worked in his world.
Not this time.
He couldn’t help but twist his body all night long, from one side of the mattress -squeaky mattress- to the other, in a failed attempt to contrive an actual plan. Not only that, but Kevin got fed up with his constant moving at about three in the morning and threatened him with a sleep on the couch, if he didn’t stop soon.
Eli finally woke up at six, an hour before the alarm clock was supposed to buzz their eyes open and left the dorm in silence. He went to the local supermarket and began rummaging through the aisles carelessly, not sure what exactly was that he wanted to buy; all he was positive of was that he needed to get his mind off things for a while. He passed the instant-food shelves, the detergents and cereals. He stopped in front of the energizers section and grabbed as many as his cart allowed -one can never have too many Red Bulls- then halted in the school supplies sector. He remembered how he used to get all excited before school started, not because he particularly liked it, but because his parents would take him and his sisters to places like this and allow them to get anything they wanted.
He smiled to himself and began moving on, when something caught his attention. There, right at the end of the aisle, hundreds of different-colored pens had been placed, all varying in size and usages. Some of their packages said that they smelled like fruits, while others glowed in the dark like neon.
Eli stared at the sets for a while, before grabbing a small pack of three black sharpies, tossed it in the cart and proceeded to the check-out.
**
When Eli returned to the dorm, it was quieter than usual. The others couldn’t have possibly still been sleeping, since it was almost eight in the morning and their manager never allowed them to stay in bed for that long. He took off his shoes and let them scattered somewhere, then entered his bedroom, only to find it empty. Kevin had already made his bed, since the sheets were all stretched and neatly arranged.
‘You’re back?’ he heard a voice coming from the kitchen.
‘Uh, yeah.’ He shouted back, heading towards the source of smoke and smell of burnt sugar. He was greeted by Kevin, who was busying himself by the oven, trying to cook something in a frying pan. It looked sticky and inedible, but smelled, nonetheless, delicious, so Eli crept behind him, stole the spoon from his hand and tasted the clammy substance.
He instantly felt as if his tongue caught fire.
‘Damn, hot.’ He blabbered with half of his tongue sticking out, while trying to fill up a glass of cold water. He drank it entirely in one go, then turned to look at Kevin, who was smirking.
‘Why didn’t you warn me it was hot?’
‘Maybe because you’re not supposed to be tasting the food without the chef’s permission.’ He responded all-knowingly.
‘Oh, that’s how you call yourself now?’ Eli started placing the cans of soda and energizer in the fridge.
‘Since I’m making the food, I think it’s fairly logical.’
‘Where are the others?’
‘Out. Our choreographer called in sick and our vocal coach is out of town. We might have to meet with the stage planner later this evening, but besides that, we’re free today.’
‘Well lucky us. Why didn’t you go?’
‘Didn’t feel like it. Plus, I haven’t used the kitchen in ages, since we always order.’
Eli laughed.
‘You haven’t used the kitchen in ages? You’ve never used the kitchen in your life. What do you know how to make? And tea doesn’t count, by the way.’
‘You are one very funny person.’ Kevin stuck his tongue out at him. ‘Watch and learn. You’ll be amazed. In fact, your mind is going to be so blown away, you’ll want to make me your slave and cook for you for the rest of your existence.’
‘Is that so?’ Eli smiled widely. ‘Because I could have sworn you stood home out of curiosity.’
Kevin blinked in confusion.
‘Curiosity for what?’
‘For my master plan to make you quit yours.’ Eli closed the fridge door and sat on one of the stools. He pulled the set of sharpies out of the bag and flung it on the table. Kevin came closer and held it up to inspect it.
‘And these are meant for…’ he analyzed Eli’s face.
‘These are part of the plan.’
‘Right. Because you’ll draw a pony for me.’
‘The pony doesn’t top the list, but it’s definitely floating somewhere around that spot.’
‘Well now I’m really looking forward to it.’ Kevin sneered. ‘Knowing you, I thought you would come up with something more ingenious than this.’
Eli tore the transparent plastic container apart and pulled one pen out.
‘Don’t be so quick on judging. I’m not done yet.’ He said, getting up from his chair.
‘Huh, so I’m also receiving a kitty as a bonus. This must be my lucky day.’ Kevin leaned on the counter, with his hands on either side of his waist.
‘Better than that. You pick the design.’ Eli continued, pointing with the sharpie at him. ‘Depending on the outcome of my drawing, I get my wish granted and you don’t tattoo yourself anymore.’
Kevin let out a short, cynical laugh.
‘No way. It’s too easy for you.’
‘You don’t know where I’m going to draw it. That’s the twist.’
‘And where is that? The bathroom stall?’
‘You first have to agree to see.’
‘Forget it.’ Kevin distanced himself from the edge of the counter. ‘Either you come up with something better, or the deal is off.’
‘You won’t be disappointed by this.’ Eli insisted, noticing the slight change in his voice. ‘Besides, keep in mind that we had an agreement and you complied to go along with it, regardless of how absurd my approach may seem. Plus you get to choose the design, so you can pick whatever you’d like, even the hardest thing you could think of. I think I’m being pretty reasonable here.’
Kevin filled a glass with water and took a sip, then stared at the floor for a few seconds. When he looked back at Eli, he seemed amused.
‘Fine.’ He said in the end. ‘You’re going to draw a two-headed dragon. Large, detailed, with fangs and claws and everything. With wings the size of Jupiter and scales covering its entire body. How’s that?’
‘Sounds perfect to me.’ Eli grinned, pleased at Kevin’s baffled facial expression, who was probably expecting a completely different reaction.
Eli guided both of the to their dorm, then locked the door behind him. Kevin gave him narrowed look while sitting on the leather chair.
‘Why did you do that?’ he asked, tilting his head to the left.
‘Believe me, you’ll be thanking me. Get up and sit on the bed.’
The younger appeared more confused by the second, but gladly obliged, as he bounced up and out of the chair.
‘You didn’t bring any paper.’ He noticed.
‘We’re not going to need it. Take your clothes off.’
Kevin froze in place and watched him with skepticism. Uncertainty overcame his voice as he spoke again.
‘You want me to take my clothes off.’ He slowly echoed Eli’s words.
‘Yes.’
‘Because?’
‘Because it’s part of the plan.’
‘Eli, what are you even thinking of-’
‘I told you before and this is the last time I’m repeating myself. We had an agreement and you have to follow along. And don’t worry, I won’t rape you.’
‘Well damn, that was my biggest dream.’ Kevin rolled his eyes, but took off his T-shirt anyway, along with his jeans. He placed them fastidiously beside him, then waited.
‘And your underwear.’
‘You’re kidding me.’ He exclaimed, shooting him an outrageous look. ‘I’m not taking my underwear off.’
After spending the next five minutes trying to convince him, followed by innumerable refusals and stubborn denials, Eli finally managed to talk Kevin into turning completely naked, although with towering difficulty.
He asked him to sprawl himself on the bed, then parted his legs -Kevin blushed and looked away- and placed himself between them. The younger avoided looking into his eyes, albeit he would gaze instead around the room, trying to maintain his composure and coolness. Eli felt him shivering under his touch, so he took that as a positive sign and pulled the sharpie’s cap off. He then grabbed the base of his manhood with one hand and held it backward, deciding to start drawing the dragon from beneath, choosing to work his way up.
Kevin’s eyelashes fluttered close for a few instants at the sudden touch, but he pursed his lips and didn’t say anything, as his eyes fixed themselves on one spot on the floor. The first couple of minutes were rather silent, as Eli began his meticulous drawing around his two organs, while unintentionally closing the distance between his face and Kevin’s skin. The named one managed to resist the first few hot breaths against his most sensitive area, but quickly had to mumble a faded ‘Eli’, to make him conscious of how he was driving him insane.
Eli looked up at him and laughed a small ‘Sorry’, before pulling a few inches away. Kevin almost wished he hadn’t. He had to admit that the pen’s sharp tip felt somehow unpleasant, but soon enough the older’s constant twirling of his hand made him hard and there was nothing he could do to make it go away.
Eli paused for a second to study his face, which by now had turned bright red. Kevin refused to establish eye contact, but spoke while glaring at the wall.
‘Could you hurry up and finish already?’ he asked, trying to mask the moaning he was urging to let out.
‘But you like it, as far as I can see.’ Eli said calmly, resuming his doodling.
‘I swear, one more funny remark and we’re done here.’ He grumbled. ‘I doubt you’d be reacting differently, were you in my shoes.’
‘So you’re enjoying this?’ Eli teased.
Kevin kept his gaze on a precise spot on the wall and turned, if it was possible, even more red, then whispered something. He was visibly uncomfortable and even though Eli wasn’t far from his feelings, having the upper hand made him feel less exposed.
‘What was that?’
‘I said try and end it faster.’ Kevin responded, looking directly at him for the first time since Eli began his drawing.
‘But I’m only halfway through.’ The older said innocently, continuing his artsy hand movements and carefully-traced lines. Kevin sighed in frustration, as he started staring at the ceiling.
Before he could complain again, Eli decided it was time to move the graphic upwards. He released the base of his cock and straightened it - Kevin was already so hard, he only needed three fingers to keep its head still, while the sharpie was discreetly making its way along the warm skin. He felt the younger tensing at the grip, as he released a small amount of pre-cum and lightly dug his nails into the sheets. Eli noticed it was hard for him to keep quiet, not to mention motionless, so he came closer and rested one of his elbows on his thigh, to impede him from shifting so much.
‘You know, you don’t have to force yourself to keep silent. I mean, it’s okay if you want to-’
‘For God’s sake, shut up.’ Kevin interrupted him, tilting his head back. ‘Are you done yet?’
‘Almost.’
The scratches produced by the sharpie were becoming unbearable, especially since Kevin felt an extra pressure applied at regular intervals. He knew Eli was doing it on purpose, just to test him, but didn’t protest. Towards the end, the older began caressing the tip of his cock with his thumb and all of that, combined with the small friction caused by the pen sent electrifying tingles throughout his muscles.
Eli finished the so-called tattoo by dipping the peak of the pen in the small hole at the top, which caused Kevin to come unexpectedly, with a heavy shake. He wanted to scream, but covered his mouth before having a chance to do so, and progressively returned from his rapture with an unsteady breathing.
Eli threw the sharpie on the carpet, then got up and held a hand for him. As he grabbed it and lazily straightened himself, Kevin mumbled for him to go away.
‘Why?’ Eli asked surprised.
‘Because I’m naked and embarrassed, you twat, that’s why.’ He retorted. ‘Now turn around and stop staring at me.’
The older simply smirked and grasped his wrist, leading him to the bathroom. Inside, he turned on both of the tap waters, waited for the tub to fill up halfway through and invited Kevin with a movement of the head to get in. He did, a bit unsure on his feet.
‘We need to clean this off of you.’ Eli said, grabbing a sponge and soap. ‘Stay like that.’
‘I can do this by myself, seriously, just go already.’
‘Shut up.’
He kneeled beside the marble-covered tub and dipped the sponge deeply into the warm water, while Kevin felt beyond embarrassed and didn’t know what to do with his hands. In the end he held them up to his chest and watched Eli cleaning him off. The rubbing had already began hurting from the first contact, but he knew he had to somehow wash away any traces of marker, so he tried his best to keep quiet.
‘Could you be a little more gentle?’ he asked with half-a-voice. ‘It kind of hurts.’
‘You think this hurts?’ Eli replied, smiling up at him. Kevin broke the eye contact again. ‘A real tattoo would be ten times worse. Imagine they actually have to use a needle to carve under your skin. Believe me, you don’t know what you’re getting yourself into.’
After a few minutes Kevin was squeaky clean, even if the area had meanwhile reddened. The irritation would probably last for at least the next two days and that bugged him, but had to concede that Eli was right. As he wanted to get out of the tub, the older stopped him and stared into his eyes for a while.
‘One last thing. To make sure you’ve really learned your lesson.’
He placed one hand on his waist, while the other clutched around his cock and licked along its length. Kevin was completely taken by surprise, but all he could do was to let out a whimper, as he instinctively pushed his hips forward.
‘Eli, what are you… oh God.’ He breathed. He felt ashamed of himself, ashamed of what he was giving into and how good it felt, but watching his band mate sucking on him with such longing made him turn hard again. Apparently Eli had very little to no trouble at all with the entire situation, as he seemed fairly pleased noticing Kevin arousing so fast. He tried taking it all in and began whirling his tongue around it, while attempting to pump at least half of its stretch with his hand.
He felt the taste of pre-cum and knew that was the signal announcing that Kevin was close, so he fastened the pace. Kevin also began thrusting a little harder into his mouth, incapable of refraining himself from the celestial feeling Eli’s wet tongue was giving him. He came with a loud scream, this time not even caring if he could have been heard or not, as he let his entire body be filled with an euphoric sensation.
Eli got up and helped him get out of the tub, then bundled him in a large towel and guided both of them back to their room. As Kevin crashed on the bed, he let out a sigh.
‘Please tell me it’s really over this time.’ He murmured.
‘It is.’ Eli laughed softly. ‘So? What’s the verdict? Any more tattoos?’
‘Jesus, Mary and Joseph. No.’
‘Good.’
They stared at the ceiling for a while, before Kevin spoke again.
‘It’s not fair that you got to keep your clothes on the entire time, though.’
‘Maybe next time I’ll decide to get a tattoo.’
‘Fine with me. But I’m warning you, I’ll use a permanent marker.’
‘And why is that?’
‘More scrubbing.’
Eli burst out with laughter.
Maybe a bigger design, too.