[El's apartment] The subtle differences

[el_maraichi]

Watching over Sands has become far more of a full-time caretaking job since the curse began. It hasn't been all that bad in comparison to other things the agent has gotten himself into, though. In fact, if he'd admit it, some of this has actually been enjoyable for El. The effects of the curse have dulled the sharp edges of Sheldon's personality

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[shooting_blind]

Sands is working his pout face the entire way back to El's room. He doesn't say anything because he knows El needs to be out of water- as stupid as that is- and he isn't aware of the look on his face. The selkie sees no reason to hide his emotions. He sees no point in it. But he's not out to guilt trip either. He's just sad to leave the water and expressing that.

His plan really was to just wander back to D_M when El leaves the room. Since he was clearly ordered not to Sands stays. For about three seconds. You see the man's first comment, "Try to entertain yourself for just a minute. I'm going to put something dry on" says to him, 'Do what you want. I'm going to get naked'.

So Sands follows the mariachi silently and stands around the corner until he hears the jingle of pants falling to the floor. With a small smile he comes up behind the man, pressing his face into the middle of his back and smelling the sea salt soaked skin. His arms wrap around El's waist and he makes a satisfied sound.
"Even better."

[el_maraichi]

The footsteps behind him are too quiet to hear and when he does catch the sound of Sheldon's final approach, it's too late for El to even turn before arms are closed around him. This is how quick and silent it will happen one day when the agent decides he needs to kill El for some reason, and El knows it. Right now, however, the situation is far more dangerous.

The mariachi gasps and tenses as Sands presses against him. He can feel the smaller mans breath hot against his back through his sea-spray dampened shirt.
"When I said you could entertain yourself, I did not mean with me."
A small smile makes its way onto El's lips and the tight muscles of his abdomen flinch nervously under Sheldon's hands.

[shooting_blind]

Sands ignores that comment completely as he slides his hands under the shirt touching El's stomach with light touches. He's very happy to be there. The happy is obvious and pressed up against the back of El's thigh.
He moves to the front lifting up El's shirt at the same time. Silly mariachi.
"I'm tired of hearing no. No no no. All day."
His bottom lip sticks out as if the entire day was spent in a work camp instead of El watching over the selkie as he plays in the water and gets fed by every member of D_M. He puts some wibble into it as he tilts his face up at El and lifts the man's shirt over his head.

[el_maraichi]

"Really?"
El laughs quietly and nerves give it an odd sound as he puts his arms out to allow Sands to pull his shirt free. It's not that he Mexican is inherently nervous about sex. This is far from the truth. He's very passionate, in fact. This almost shy nervous reaction is something that only happens with Sands. It's a mix of attempted restraint, apprehension, excitement and a self-imposed loneliness that tries so hard to hold its ground.

He lowers his arms again, resting one hand on Sheldon's shoulder.
"From what I can tell, you're getting your way a lot more often lately. It will probably spoil you."
This is impossible as Sands is already spoiled, but oh well. It's conversation and that should help stall things. El's tempted to just stop him, but it's been a very long time and he did confess his interest in the man. He can't run away forever. It's just foolish.

[shooting_blind]

El's reactions are so completely confusing to both the agent and the selkie. Sands can now feel El's need so deeply it's like he's got a tuning fork in his guts vibrating away.
He thinks about it. El has been putting up less of a fight with his demands. Sands devotes most of this thoughts to this for just a while. He nuzzles at El's shoulder realizing being nice and cutting out the racial jokes makes his bodyguard loosen the anal hold he has on that stick.
Good to know.

Laughing softly to himself his fingers slip under the elastic of El's boxers.
"I've been good. Give me a present."

[el_maraichi]

The lack of mocking and head games really has helped Sands' advances get farther than they often do. However, it also makes El aware of the curse and how much it affects Sands. In some ways the mariachi misses the caustic asshole that's faded under this softer personality. This isn't so bad, though...

As those pale fingers brush over sensitive skin, El breathes out a soft, shaking laugh and smirks at Sands' words.
"But see? You're greedy. You...really should ask...before trying to unwrap things."

He lowers his hands down to rest on Sheldon's, halting him for a moment. It's a knee-jerk reaction, a reflexive thing. Right now, Sands is more beautiful than ever, he's close and warm, and well on his way to having something worth unwrapping...even El is frustrated by his own attempts to stop this. After a second or two, his hands relax and move along Sands' arms, letting the selkie do what he will.
"But then...you're tired of 'no'..."

[shooting_blind]

"Not greedy. Just tired of waiting." He likes to rationalize. It's such a human thing to do even being a selkie isn't stopping Sands from doing it. He is greedy. Both of them. Sands just has a lot more self control in certain areas. The selkie in his is done with this 'give El space' bullshit

[el_maraichi]

There's a moment's hesitation and a slow sigh against Sands' lips before El caves in completely and tilts his head down to meet that kiss. The mariachi, for all of his cold demeanor, adores kissing. He's missed it more than sex.
Once he accepts the kiss, he returns it more firmly; his hand sliding up from Sheldon's shoulder to tangle fingers in the man's hair and hold him pressed to that kiss as El gives chase after the agent's timid tongue with the slow, sure movements of his own.

[shooting_blind]

The reasons Sands avoided kissing El when he wanted to so often are
1.It's kinda gay. (Gayer then the sex. He is that illogical.)
2.He thought he was hideous and didn't want El near his face.
3.It turns him into jello.

The third reason hits home all at once. Sands finds himself totally and completely helpless. A state that he really tries to avoid. But it feels so good. And El wont hurt him. It's not a trick. He keeps repeating that in his mind. His hands slide down the man's body not stopping when he gets to the shorts again. This time the hands go under the elastic and keep going bringing them down.
He kisses like he's afraid but more then willing. The emotion it brings up is too much. And leaves him with too little control.
But his hands and the rest of his body is very adamant about what he wants.

[el_maraichi]

All logic aside, El would agree to Sands' first point a lot of the time. The second point is far from true and the third...well...that's not a down side for El at all.

The mariachi slips an arm around Sheldon's waist to pull the man with him as he steps back away from his discarded clothing and towards the bed. The steps are awkward and near clumsy as he refuses to break the kiss as he goes. It's only ended due to that nagging need for oxygen.
Making the best of this momentary separation, El takes hold of Sands' shirt and pulls it up and over the man's head. Being the only one who's naked feels like vulnerability.

El sits on the bed and pulls Sands closer by the hips, kissing his stomach as nervous hands move between them to remove Sands' pants.

[shooting_blind]

It's a little more awkward considering Sands can hardly feel his legs at this point and walking with a full erection is kind hard. Pun intended

[el_maraichi]

The words and the look of confusion leave El equally bewildered. He pulls his lips away slowly, letting his hands come to rest softly at the small of Sands' back while he looks up at the man and waits for words to come. Sands has always been in control. If El took any position of power, it was because Sands wanted it that way. Now it seems everything is being trusted to the mariachi

[shooting_blind]

Sands climes on top of El moving a a hand down to adjust himself so he's not poking the man in the stomach. He's not however unsure about his position enough not to put a little wiggle in there. He makes it seems as though he's just trying to get comfortable but Sands isn't trying to hard to hide his motives.
His mouth finds El's again for a chaste kiss before attempting to explain.
"The last time a man tried to make it nice for me I sort of.. freaked him out a little." Fun with Jack. The pirate actually pushed Sands off of him and put a stop to all of it.

"They way we were is the only way I know how to be. Don't give up on me if I'm not good. I'll learn how to do it the way you like."
Sands is afraid he'll fuck this up like with Jack. The two never slept together again after that mishap.

[el_maraichi]

The warmth and feel of Sands on his lap and the not-so-subtle movements have El painfully aware of his own erection and he tries to adjust himself as nonchalantly as possible.

He isn't terribly surprised to hear about Sands' experiences, but it is somewhat sad. El wonders if he can't fix whatever is hurting in Sheldon without simply hurting him further.

"You haven't given up on me. I can be patient with you." El kisses Sands' chest and moves large, calloused hands over smooth, pale skin.
"I don't want to hurt you, Sheldon. ... Help me not to."
El has only been with Sands and he knows that the way they've done this before was less than gentle. He just doesn't know exactly how to do it right.

He twines his fingers in Sheldon's hair again and guides him back into a kiss.

[shooting_blind]

Sands buries his face in El's hair, hands sliding over his back. Sands loves the differences between their bodies. He's not often attracted to men and when he is they are more a body type resembling his own. Willowy and delicate. With El he's fascinated by how man shaped the guy is. A small part of him is frustrated that he's this sexually attracted to a he-man. Even if El is an especially pretty one

[el_maraichi]

Everything is thin hands, soft lips and Sands' body grinding against his. El isn't sure how much longer he can take it when suddenly Sands is sliding down onto him. The mariachi moans at the tight, hot feel of it. The friction is too much, and it's slightly chaffing, but nothing too bad. He worries about Sands, but that sweet expression is convincing, and complex thoughts like distrust are more difficult right now.

El's strong hands run firmly over Sands' back. The mariachi begins to trail kisses over Sheldon's neck, collar, shoulders and chest. His hands slide down and grip under Sheldon's thighs, using them to lift the man up and lower him again in slow, smooth movements.