"I wish somebody would tell me what in the fuck is going on here." The man in the ragged, bloodstained white suit stopped to lean against a wall, adjusting his open collar. Underneath, scratches and bruises abounded, and he looked the sort who'd been through the wringer, as a stray animal, with a curious sort of detachment
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All he knew was that this was something every inch of his being wanted right now, craved it. And it was surprising to hear those words. Mine. He probably shouldn't have found that hot. Goddamn, he shouldn't have found that hot, or shuddered at the thought. "Y-yours, huh...?"
Shit, he didn't even know what to say to that or come up with to say back, just that he was really damn close to coming now. He was panting and gasping, those only broken by soft groans and moans... hell some of them weren't soft, they were loud, desperate almost ( ... )
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"It ain't nothin' to be embarrassed about, Nick. Been like that before too... those drugs in this place get damn strong. I know you got self-control."
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Nick hissed air through his teeth, remembering in a rush why Ellis simultaneously aroused and infuriated him. He adopted his most patronizing talking-to-someone-not-very-smart voice, "If you mention the drugs one more time, I'm gonna hit you."
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Oh, there was that tone again. It earned something between a pout and an annoyed look. He wasn't simple either, Nick. "Okay... maybe we should get some rest or somethin'? I mean, prolly been awhile since you got to sleep in a real bed, huh?"
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"You rest. I'm gonna go take a shower." He stood up, trying to figure out the best angle--what spin, if any, he could get away with putting on this.
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"Hey, er, Nick... just so we're clear an' all," He started, slipping away from the other when he moved to stand up, tugging the covers up around himself since it was a little bit chilly now... "Are you... I mean, was this just... a one time thing or are you--"
Harder than he'd expected. A lot weirder.
"I mean, you wanna do this again or not?"
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"Not now, Ellis."
He glanced back over.
"--I haven't decided yet."
He knew it was cruel, but something inside of him was twisting, something he'd promised himself he'd never leave vulnerable again.
"If you're chomping at the bit for round two, you're gonna have to wait a little while. Maybe get yourself off." And damn it, he wouldn't mind watching that, either--no, stop thinking that way.
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Ahh, his head was just screwy, yep. From earlier. Not like in his wildest did he consider Nick fucking him... okay, maybe a few times in his wildest dreams. But it had happened. It had really happened and now Ellis wasn't really sure how to feel about it.
He liked it. He actually loved it.
Though his expression turned a little annoyed at that last comment. "That ain't what I meant, Suit. I wasn't askin' you to fuck me again right this minute... and I don't need t'get myself off. Why don't you just go an' take your shower?"
That'd give him a moment to sort through his thoughts at least. Maybe take that nap he'd been planning to.
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"Why don't you come give me a hand, chawbacon?" He snapped. And goddamn Ellis for being so easy on the eyes, too, how in the hell was that fair?
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"What--" Okay, just... huffing a little now because, goddamn, Nick, you can be one frustrating kind of guy. "Why, do you want me to scrub off all the Boomer and Spitter goo on ya or somethin'?"
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He suspected if he zeroed in on Ellis's, what, 'southern work ethic' or something, he'd probably get a reaction.
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"Well, it ain't like I even got a chance to do any of the work, what with the way you were rushin' to get to the main event. And from the way you were talkin'? Hell, I'd say you liked it, Fancy Suit."
Liked it a lot, judging from the whole asking permission and the 'you're mine' thing.
... Oh, man. Nick had really said that, huh?
Okay, getting to his feet now, shrugging off that awkwardness, hand on his hip, the other motioning to the bathroom. "Well, we goin' to shower? I might as well get in too anyway--I need it."
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Nick moved into the bathroom, briefly startled by his own reflection before shaking off the automatic reflex to try attacking whatever moved, and rubbed his temples, mind awhirl with thoughts.
He stripped off his rings, setting them down on the sink, and then started up the shower, cracking his neck and turning to keep an eye on Ellis. "I'm gonna have to teach you the fine art of the blowjob, though."
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He gave a curious look to Nick, eyebrows raised, and damn maybe that heat just lingered on his cheeks, but there was a bit of that excitement and eagerness back. "... Yeah? How're you gonna do that?"
He didn't have anything against learning something new... especially something that promised to be fun
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"Best way to teach anybody; by example." Nick stuck a hand into the water, withdrew it quickly--still cold--and then smirked back at Ellis.
"Let's get washed up first, huh? After you." And he knew it was still cold, too.
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And oh, boy was it cold.
Cue jumping out of the way of the spray of water and turning the hot up. "Nick, man, that ain't funny!" You know, he's giving a frown... a frown that probably looked more like a pout, but. and just for that, he's grabbing the soap to clean up first.
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