Ellisentiality
Written entirely at Starbucks.
1,300 words. Not worksafe.
Present for the Piig♥, but the rest of you may read it too :3
A drizzly night when the sky sulked behind a thick blanket of dingy cloudcover and the air in Ellis' mouth tasted like cigarette ash and mildew. He hadn't the faintest, limpest idea where he was. It was close to 3 AM. The high was wearing off and a fist of pressure was gathering behind his sinuses.
The cellphone was an old clunky one that clicked when he opened it. Hu's number was the only one on speed dial. The phone rang 4 times before Hugo picked up; a bead of water gathered at the juncture of Ellis' crinkled brows and trickled down his elaborately long nose.
Hugo's voice was hoarse with sleep. "Ellis? Fuck! It's 3 in the morning," and he hung up. Ellis curled his lip and called back. The phone rang 11 times before Hu broke and answered. "Ellis! What."
Ellis hunched his shoulders. His Moneen tshirt was the colour of a hangover, it was wet and clung to every sharp line of his bony frame. He said, "'m lost."
A wordless snarl from Hugo. It had a helpless tone, tinny through the phone. "Where are you?"
Ellis rolled his eyes. It ached; the fist in the middle of his head didn't move with the rest of him, it moved his brain around, it squeezed the backs of his eyes. "Come get me."
"Oh, fer-- augh. Fuck. What can you see?"
Ellis looked at the signs instead of past them. Baskets of night-closed flowers hung swaying from the streetlamps, and water dripped from the eaves of generic close-packed businesses, their water-dark awnings rippled at each billow of wind. "Cornerstore?"
Hu let out a gargle. Ellis smirked reflexively and told him the street-names, the name of the store. "Fine," Hu said, and hung up. Ellis adjusted the headphones and thumbed the worn 'play' button on his discman, but the batteries had died about 1 o'clock. This was the 14th time he'd forgotten.
The pressure in his head crested and ebbed in soft slow-moving waves, a few steps below painful. The rain streaked the night as it reflected the lamps and neon signs, and the ceaselessness of falling water made him calm. Then Hu pulled up in his mom's car, a towel already draped over the passenger side to protect the seat. The inside of the car was warm when Ellis got in, when he sat next to Hu and closed the door. Everything sharpened. Hu's presence made him tense, made the pit of his stomach itch.
"I don't know why you can't stay inside like normal people," Hu cranked. There wasn't any actual ire behind it, just annoyance that once again Ellis had interrupted Hu's smooth mindless sail through life. "It's fucking April, it's cold at night. You're such a 'tard."
Ellis snorted. He folded his arms and the warmth of the car seeped into him, into his skin and sloly down. "I want pancakes," though he didn't actually. He wanted a reaction from Hu, he wanted that turtle calm broken and seething.
"Urgh," Hu said. "Fine. Jeez. We'll go to the wafflehouse."
Ellis squirmed. His pants stuck and pulled, they were soaked through. Water pattered on the roof and the windows, the windshield wipers beat a steady metronome. The car tires made a purring sound over the wet road and a battered green tree-shape hung from the rear-view mirror and exuded a shitty fake-pine smell. Hu wore baggy jeans and a rumpled hoodie.
Hu liked driving, his face usually settled into a sort of focussed calm, like when he played Madden on ps2, or on the good days when he actually concentrated on his bass, the days Ellis thought there might be some slim chance he'd actually feel the music, except he never quite did.
Light flickered over Hu's face as they passed streetlights, stores, and when Hu slowed for the red light Ellis put his hand on Hu's thigh to feel the muscle flex. Hu's brow furrowed, but Ellis knew he wouldn't say anything. Hu's ability to deny, Hu's reflexive retreat into obliviousness-- Hu's thigh muscle flexed again when the light switched over to green, and the lights all round reflected on the rained-on road. The pressure in the middle of Ellis' head rippled.
A few more smooth turns and Hu parked at the wafflehouse, turned the car off. The wipers stopped and water beaded on the windshield and trickled down in silver rivulets. A few dim figures moved behind the wafflehouse's front glass, they wouldn't open for another half-hour. Hu swore when he read the sign, but it's not like anywhere else was open.
Hu was getting better at not caring, about rolling his eyes and doing whatever Ellis suggested, because it was easier than fighting. Some things were still guaranteed to flip him out, especially in public; mocking his height, his ancestry, his so-called prowess with girls. Or this. Ellis groped Hugo through those loose jeans. Hu jerked, startled, and Ellis' lip curled. As if he were truly surprised, as if he hadn't noticed Ellis' hand. Ellis rubbed the heel of his palm against the line of Hu's cock and Hu's face was a pale oval in the half-dark when he turned to Ellis. "Not in my mom's car!"
"Heh," Ellis said. He ought to see if he could make Hu come all over the dashboard, so the smell of semen would linger in the car, overwhelming that fake pine. He'd never bothered with the seatbelt, and now he jerked the earphones off, dropped the discman into the back with a ker-thunk, used his now-free hand to shove Hu's knee into the car door, and pressed his hand to Hu's inner thigh, kept rubbing his cock. Hu got more and more tense and by the time he was hard he'd crowded himself back into the seat, arms braced on the wheel, legs fully extended so he stomped both the gas and the brake. Ellis shifted around, got one knee on his seat and had to let go of Hu's thigh to brace himself on the door. He loomed over Hu, kissed him, but Hu wasn't the slightest bit drunk and his jaw was clenched. Ellis pulled back to sneer at him, rubbed his cock harder, squeezed the crown through his jeans just to watch his face change. "Christ, what's wrong with you? Nobody's here to see, nobody's got to know what a whore you are for it."
Hu'd clenched his eyes shut, his voice was rough. "Why d'you talk like that?" but when Ellis kissed him this time he opened his mouth, grabbed the back of Ellis' head to control him. As if he weren't reacting helplessly, as if he'd chosen this instead of giving in. Ellis grunted, satisfied that he'd gotten Hu to respond. Hu's mouth was thick with sleep. He arched his hips. Ellis popped the button on Hu's jeans and shoved the plackets apart, fumbled for the slit in Hu's boxers. His erection was fever-hot, and his head hit the headrest with a thunk when Ellis dropped down to suck him.
Anyone would think Hu was the master here, but Ellis's head throbbed with smugness, a sea of it. Hugo couldn't leave now, and there wasn't room behind his clenched-closed eyes for anything but Ellis' mouth. Ellis used his teeth on Hugo, just enough to make him nervous, burrowed a hand under his own chin to grope at Hu's balls until he forgot himself and jerked at Ellis' hair. Ellis narrowed his eyes and rolled his tongue along Hu's most vulnerable skin, and this was the essence of it, essential, something like physics-- whatever happened, this thing between them was what it was, there was no existing any other way. Hu's taste thick in Ellis' throat, no sounds but Ellis, Ellis, and the relentless fall of rain.
1,300 words. Not worksafe.
Present for the Piig♥, but the rest of you may read it too :3
A drizzly night when the sky sulked behind a thick blanket of dingy cloudcover and the air in Ellis' mouth tasted like cigarette ash and mildew. He hadn't the faintest, limpest idea where he was. It was close to 3 AM. The high was wearing off and a fist of pressure was gathering behind his sinuses.
The cellphone was an old clunky one that clicked when he opened it. Hu's number was the only one on speed dial. The phone rang 4 times before Hugo picked up; a bead of water gathered at the juncture of Ellis' crinkled brows and trickled down his elaborately long nose.
Hugo's voice was hoarse with sleep. "Ellis? Fuck! It's 3 in the morning," and he hung up. Ellis curled his lip and called back. The phone rang 11 times before Hu broke and answered. "Ellis! What."
Ellis hunched his shoulders. His Moneen tshirt was the colour of a hangover, it was wet and clung to every sharp line of his bony frame. He said, "'m lost."
A wordless snarl from Hugo. It had a helpless tone, tinny through the phone. "Where are you?"
Ellis rolled his eyes. It ached; the fist in the middle of his head didn't move with the rest of him, it moved his brain around, it squeezed the backs of his eyes. "Come get me."
"Oh, fer-- augh. Fuck. What can you see?"
Ellis looked at the signs instead of past them. Baskets of night-closed flowers hung swaying from the streetlamps, and water dripped from the eaves of generic close-packed businesses, their water-dark awnings rippled at each billow of wind. "Cornerstore?"
Hu let out a gargle. Ellis smirked reflexively and told him the street-names, the name of the store. "Fine," Hu said, and hung up. Ellis adjusted the headphones and thumbed the worn 'play' button on his discman, but the batteries had died about 1 o'clock. This was the 14th time he'd forgotten.
The pressure in his head crested and ebbed in soft slow-moving waves, a few steps below painful. The rain streaked the night as it reflected the lamps and neon signs, and the ceaselessness of falling water made him calm. Then Hu pulled up in his mom's car, a towel already draped over the passenger side to protect the seat. The inside of the car was warm when Ellis got in, when he sat next to Hu and closed the door. Everything sharpened. Hu's presence made him tense, made the pit of his stomach itch.
"I don't know why you can't stay inside like normal people," Hu cranked. There wasn't any actual ire behind it, just annoyance that once again Ellis had interrupted Hu's smooth mindless sail through life. "It's fucking April, it's cold at night. You're such a 'tard."
Ellis snorted. He folded his arms and the warmth of the car seeped into him, into his skin and sloly down. "I want pancakes," though he didn't actually. He wanted a reaction from Hu, he wanted that turtle calm broken and seething.
"Urgh," Hu said. "Fine. Jeez. We'll go to the wafflehouse."
Ellis squirmed. His pants stuck and pulled, they were soaked through. Water pattered on the roof and the windows, the windshield wipers beat a steady metronome. The car tires made a purring sound over the wet road and a battered green tree-shape hung from the rear-view mirror and exuded a shitty fake-pine smell. Hu wore baggy jeans and a rumpled hoodie.
Hu liked driving, his face usually settled into a sort of focussed calm, like when he played Madden on ps2, or on the good days when he actually concentrated on his bass, the days Ellis thought there might be some slim chance he'd actually feel the music, except he never quite did.
Light flickered over Hu's face as they passed streetlights, stores, and when Hu slowed for the red light Ellis put his hand on Hu's thigh to feel the muscle flex. Hu's brow furrowed, but Ellis knew he wouldn't say anything. Hu's ability to deny, Hu's reflexive retreat into obliviousness-- Hu's thigh muscle flexed again when the light switched over to green, and the lights all round reflected on the rained-on road. The pressure in the middle of Ellis' head rippled.
A few more smooth turns and Hu parked at the wafflehouse, turned the car off. The wipers stopped and water beaded on the windshield and trickled down in silver rivulets. A few dim figures moved behind the wafflehouse's front glass, they wouldn't open for another half-hour. Hu swore when he read the sign, but it's not like anywhere else was open.
Hu was getting better at not caring, about rolling his eyes and doing whatever Ellis suggested, because it was easier than fighting. Some things were still guaranteed to flip him out, especially in public; mocking his height, his ancestry, his so-called prowess with girls. Or this. Ellis groped Hugo through those loose jeans. Hu jerked, startled, and Ellis' lip curled. As if he were truly surprised, as if he hadn't noticed Ellis' hand. Ellis rubbed the heel of his palm against the line of Hu's cock and Hu's face was a pale oval in the half-dark when he turned to Ellis. "Not in my mom's car!"
"Heh," Ellis said. He ought to see if he could make Hu come all over the dashboard, so the smell of semen would linger in the car, overwhelming that fake pine. He'd never bothered with the seatbelt, and now he jerked the earphones off, dropped the discman into the back with a ker-thunk, used his now-free hand to shove Hu's knee into the car door, and pressed his hand to Hu's inner thigh, kept rubbing his cock. Hu got more and more tense and by the time he was hard he'd crowded himself back into the seat, arms braced on the wheel, legs fully extended so he stomped both the gas and the brake. Ellis shifted around, got one knee on his seat and had to let go of Hu's thigh to brace himself on the door. He loomed over Hu, kissed him, but Hu wasn't the slightest bit drunk and his jaw was clenched. Ellis pulled back to sneer at him, rubbed his cock harder, squeezed the crown through his jeans just to watch his face change. "Christ, what's wrong with you? Nobody's here to see, nobody's got to know what a whore you are for it."
Hu'd clenched his eyes shut, his voice was rough. "Why d'you talk like that?" but when Ellis kissed him this time he opened his mouth, grabbed the back of Ellis' head to control him. As if he weren't reacting helplessly, as if he'd chosen this instead of giving in. Ellis grunted, satisfied that he'd gotten Hu to respond. Hu's mouth was thick with sleep. He arched his hips. Ellis popped the button on Hu's jeans and shoved the plackets apart, fumbled for the slit in Hu's boxers. His erection was fever-hot, and his head hit the headrest with a thunk when Ellis dropped down to suck him.
Anyone would think Hu was the master here, but Ellis's head throbbed with smugness, a sea of it. Hugo couldn't leave now, and there wasn't room behind his clenched-closed eyes for anything but Ellis' mouth. Ellis used his teeth on Hugo, just enough to make him nervous, burrowed a hand under his own chin to grope at Hu's balls until he forgot himself and jerked at Ellis' hair. Ellis narrowed his eyes and rolled his tongue along Hu's most vulnerable skin, and this was the essence of it, essential, something like physics-- whatever happened, this thing between them was what it was, there was no existing any other way. Hu's taste thick in Ellis' throat, no sounds but Ellis, Ellis, and the relentless fall of rain.