[For someone who'd carefully and artfully crafted every perspective of their life to look exactly the way it did, Quentin certainly like to throw curve balls into Eliot's perfectly coiffed life. Eliot held no sanctions for real emotions or attachments beyond Margo and his Bambi was a very different story. She'd been his secret keeper and mainstay since their freshman year.
Why was it when this freshman looked at him through the shaft of his hair, did Eliot's stomach and more clench in a very ungentlemanly manner. Oh fucking well. Tonight was about debauchery at its finest, and they were about to enjoy being debauched together.]
I could easily call you something else if you prefer, Q. It was merely what rolled off the tongue easily. You really are so sensitive. [He teased and leaned over across the couch to run a finger along skin that had no right to be so damn soft. Tracing Quentin's cheek, and then the side of his neck, he let his digit wander all the way down the male's clothed chest and then rest on his thigh, where it met the rest of Eliot's fingers and they squeezed.]
I could tell you what they all meant, but then I'd have to kill you. [He said in a hush, but then burst out laughing as he often did at the expense of his own stupid jokes.] I don't actually know this time around. I didn't make these. My signature is cocktails. Jello is a little below my grade, but it sure is fun.
[ It was an easy tease of his own at the notion of being so sensitive about such things, there's a little swallow as that finger brushes along his cheek- Q found himself leaning into that touch even without thinking about it as it wondered down his neck and along his chest, his back arching slightly as he "shifted" on the couch. Quentin felt himself take a breath as the others hand teased long his thigh and he felt his legs shifting a part just a touch as he watched the other man. His own fingers twitching at his side but he didn't move them to the other just yet. ]
Luring a man out of his room just to kill him? A hell of a way to run your party. [ He countered as he smiled that crooked smile of his, the sort that cut along his face when he was genuinely happy. There's a little hum at those words as he gives a nod- it makes sense that Eliot hadn't actually made those jello shots.
Did Todd make them? God. Please it be Margo or someone.
All the same, he was going to lean forward to pluck up one of the green shots and held it up between them.]
[Fuck. That was not the intended consequences. Eliot was not here to remind Quentin of what he'd done in his past, but to think about the joy of his future and intended life of magic. That's the joy of all life as this future High King of Fillory currently wanted to see it. Pushing past the committed comment, Eliot couldn't help but notice the tiny arch of Q's back, and the neat way he parted his thighs to Eliot's touch.
The farmer from Indiana licked his lips with a nervous twitch of his own that might have been caught had he not followed it with a drink from his never-ending flask.]
Okay, so I kid. I'd never harm a hair on your head.
[Well, there were other thoughts about that, and about pulling that hair back and.... Focus on the jello, Eliot! Jesus. No the shots were not made by Todd. Please, the boy was an unknown currently and like Eliot would allow anyone near his treasured trove of precious spirits and potions. The man might play at being a dumbass at times, but there was quite a brain hidden beneath all the booze and drugs.
All thoughts on any other subject matter where stricken from his mind though when he saw Quentin life a jello shot.]
Oh fuck no. You promised. [At this Eliot stood and undid the buttons on his shirt and the top few on his pants, pealing them back barely enough so that one could pull them open further to expose whatever anatomy they wished. ] Unless you plan on taking that part of this back now? I mean, I could go first if you're intimidated.
See. Now that I actually believe. Kinda not your style.
[ Quentin pointed out with a little cute scrunch of his nose at the other and a little light dancing in his eyes. Not that didn't mind a little more..intensity when it came to sex- but hey, that wasn't what they were talking about. Was it? ]
Going to make me keep my word, huh? [ The jello shot lowered as Q gave a soft, gentle chuckle at that as the other stood in front of him and undid his shirt and those pants. His tongue brushed along his lower lip as his eyes lingered- kinda eye level with Eliot's crotch for a few moments before he tilted his head back to peer up at the other magician. Honestly, the last thing he wanted to be accused of is being a chicken about something like this- something that was meant to be fun. Right? Hell he was pretty sure he could already hear Margo making some teasing comment if he did back out. ] What? No. No. I got this. A promise is a promise. Right?
[ Quentin was going to reach forward with his hand and curl it into the hem of those open pants- And there was a pause as his fingers clung to that fabric of the other pants before he did just peel them back properly more than he really needed to for what they talked about, easily peeling them open enough to see the shadow of the others cock through his underwear and the bugle they left. God. That was a hot sight. It almost fried his brain. His hand moved up to brush along that same exposed underwear to push it down just a touch with his thumb to expose that bare hip a little more as he shuffled closer. ]
Are you ready? [ Quentin spoke as his lips danced very, very close to the other's crotch, his head tilting back to look up at Eliot.]
Who would I be if I let you get away without doing body shots? [There was a tsk that died on Eliot's lips the second Quentin actually touched his body. When and why in the hell did he ever imagine that this would be any sort of a good idea? Yes, Eliot had a million and one bad ideas, and he loved to make them with lots of hot guys, but there was something endearing and special about the man who had his hand curling against the hem of his pantline.
It might have been fine if Eliot could have controlled his body's response to it all, but men have not the foresight or luxury to know exactly when their bodies will seek to betray them and announce to the world at large that they are attracted to the person who is looking at them, and now currently touching them very near a rather sensitive and growing part of their anatomy.
Shit. Fuck a motherless goat and her handmaiden. Eliot knew that Quentin would notice the jump in his dick, and there was no way that he could have read the younger male's thoughts about it being hot. Heat rushed to the future king's cheeks but he managed a nod.] Whoo boy. I do believe that I am ready. It's a little cold down there, you might want to be careful, Q.
[Actually, it was the absolute opposite, heat fled from every other area and pooled in his center-- flooding his cock so that it grew bolder and bolder with each passing second.] Baseball, grandma's oatmeal pies, cornfields, ice cold water, apple pie and GO ON, get on with it.
[Eliot huffed out a breath, finally giving up on being shy about anything and licked his lips as he glanced down at Quentin with a shrug and a mildly helpless look. They were both men, and well, Quentin had to know by now that Eliot fancied him. Surprise!]
[ It was almost impossible to miss that jump in the others dick or the way it grow thicker and larger with every passing moment- And Q's eyes did once again dip to watch El's cock tent in the underwear he was wearing. It was hard not to take that as a compliment- at least a little bit, right? ] Why? Because I might get my eye poked out by your big wand El?
Guess I can see why you get laid at those parties so much.
[ He couldn't help that joke- because hey, magic + wand = funny right? All right. Maybe it was insanely lame. But Quentin was always kinda lame at the end of the day. His thumb seemed to pull a little tighter on that underwear, stretching it a touch more around that cock for a moment- like he was trying to get a better view before he shifted on the spot. Raising that jello shot with his free hand and tilting it against Eliot's skin- letting the green jello smear against the other bare hip bone. A moment later Q was taking a deep breath and leaning forward to drag his tongue along the other hip, tracing along just above the other underwear line before brushing over that jello. His lips parted as he sucked up the last trace of it, it was a little messy but it was intimate. His lips even lingering in a soft, gentle kiss he licked up the last of it with another lick of his tongue.]
[If Eliot had thought that the very value of beginning the whole jello shot taking near his hip had been an intrinsically bad idea after they started. There was no true expression of how he was feeling once Quentin actually began to draw that warm wet tongue of his over and along the prominent, long lean line of his hip bone.
How dare Quentin dip his tongue a little sideways there to chase the jello? Who cared if it didn't stay perfectly on his hip bone? Who was he to kiss it like that? Eliot hissed in a breath and bit his lip knowing all too well that his cock had expanded, and was growing to full length-- and with much more harassment it would be peeking out the tip of his boxers. That would be a very fine predicament indeed. Then again.]
Careful my little nerd or I might make you take your next shot off the tip of this big wand of mine.
[He tried to pull off a teasing chuckle, but really it was far more wishful thinking than anything else considering how much his mind was playing with him, and how his cock was beginning to throb. Why didn't he see this coming?
Finally, it was done and he'd survive. Now it was Quentin's turn. Carefully adjusting himself, Eliot tucked his 'wand' back toward the entrance of his pants. He wasn't about to just stuff it completely inside the super tight confines. It needed to breathe and recede a little before that. That was all secondary. Waving his hand at Quentin. He tugged at the younger male's shirt and pulled a little at the edge of his pant.]
[ Quentin felt a shiver run down his spine at that sharp sound of Eliot taking that breath- it was kinda thrilling, knowing he caused that sort of reaction in the other. Quentin sat back a touch as he licked the last jello shot off his lips and his eyes dropped back to the other cock. He noticed just how much thicker it was than the last time he'd looked- He was half convinced there was some magic involved in keeping that thing trapped away in that underwear.
Maybe it was whatever magic was in the jello shot buzzing through his body, or maybe it was the fact he was currently eye-level with that big wand in question. Or the fact that hearing Eliot call him his little nerd with such *affection*- either way, the long-haired boy's head tilted back to peer up at those words with a cheeky, mischievous grin. ]
I mean if it's that kinda party... [ Listen if he's at this thing anyway, he might as well commit fully to the experience right? In other words if the other was serious. Quentin was game enough for that next shot to be taken off there.
Not that he let that offer linger since the other was tucking himself back into his pants and then all but tugging him back up to his feet. ]
Fine. Fine. Fine.
[ Quentin made an effort to bat the other hands away before he grabbed the hem of his shirt and slipped it off and over his head, letting it drop to the couch behind him. While he wasn't overly built as some of the other students around- he wasn't all that skinny either. He was just somewhere in the middle, looking solid as he reached up to brush at the back of his head because- hello, he was just on display for the other.
But fair was fair? Right? There's a little bob of Quentin's Adams apple before he was undoing his own jeans and pushing them open, and lower to expose his hip.
And also his own half-hard cock tenting against his dark green, Fillory-themed drunks. Which mostly meant it was covered in pocket watches. Evidently, he was in a similar situation as Eliot.]
So...
What color are you picking?
[ He's just gonna talk around that issue thank you very much.]
[There was quite a bit of alcohol zipping through Eliot's veins, but there was not nearly enough-- no where near enough of the mind altering substance flowing through his very tolerant system for him to miss that not so subtle quip of Quentin's, that alluded to the fact that he would be willing to take a shot of jello off the head of his cock.
Said cock might have been tucked away for now, but knowing that it could very well be getting sucked by the one person that meant something to Eliot in this god-forsaken place caused it to do exactly what it had threatened to do earlier, and that was to grow to full size and push right out the tip of his underwear. There was a silent thanking to whatever gods might exist that included praise because he didn't have to do any standing or moving around currently.
He might have had a thought to move this little Tet-a-tet to his room very soon, but one more shot out here wouldn't hurt. Quentin's adam's apple wasn't the only one that bobbed a little. Eliot's worked hard to pull back saliva through a very dry mouth while he watched the other male strip.]
gods Quentin.
[Eliot saw no harm in saying what he was thinking, nor did he have trouble reaching out to touch the small of Q's back before the other male turned around. Facing those fairy tale underwear made him laugh sharply, a little too sharp-- just as his eyes were a little too bright. He unconsciously rubbed at his dick a few times, because it itched to be touched and looking across from him-- Well, it kept him from reaching out and touching the cock he wanted to touch.]
I don't know if anyone has told you this or not, but you've got nice hips, Q.
[normally so very good under pressure, Eliot was faltering, and faltering a little hard.]
I think we'll go with red. It's a very bold choice for such bold hips.
[Eliot reached out and stroked his finger along the hip bone that he'd be tasting. He pulled down those decorative boxers just enough, and ran the side of his hand along the edge of Q's cock. He couldn't help himself. They were both playing with fire and knew it. Like it was a shot of Tequila with salt, Eliot licked the spot on Q's hip to prepare it, flicking his tongue in tiny little kitten like teases up the bone where he held the jello and then poured it down the bone, letting it fall all the way down where he caught it with his mouth. Eliot then proceeded to clean with expert precision the entire area, including the area that ran directly to the side of Quentin's cock, making sure that the younger magician could feel the wetness of Eliot's tongue through the fabric of his boxers. Sitting up. He looked like a cat that had just eaten the mouse. Eyes dark and perhaps a little hungry still gazed at Quentin. He couldn't help himself now.]
[ There wasn't a power on earth that could stop the blush that danced along his face at those words- at that simple exclamation of those words. Of his name said like that. He didn't exactly *think* he was the hottest guy around. God knows he'd seen half the dudes that Julia had hooked up with and he knew he wasn't *that* but...well, for a moment he felt like he was with those two simple words. His lips pressed together to hide a shy smile but also to stop himself from reacting too much as he saw the other rub at his dick in front of him like that- And the sight of it pushing out of that underwear, barely contained. Did he do that?
Was it weird he was taking that as a compliment? There's a little reach up of his hand to brush through his long hair at that laugh about his choice of underwear because- yeah. Yeah. He was a dork. He knew was. All right? ]
Gotta say, that's kinda a first. [ Because when would he ever hear a compliment like that? His hand tucked that long hair behind his ear again even as he ducked his head and a few more strays fell loose.] Thanks though. Glad you like em.
[ He gave a little nod at that color choice because- hey, whatever magic was in the jellos- Red's gotta at least be fun right? Quentin had been kinda leaning into every one of Eliot's touches even subconsciously, the touch to his back and even now his body seemed to shift into that finger as it stroked along his hip like that, sending a shiver down his spine and he bit on the inside of his cheek from reacting too much. Granted he didn't really have the same control as Eliot and he let out a sharp, small gasp as that hand teased along the edge of his cock that throbbed in response to that fleeting touch. Though he managed to mute any more sounds as he bit his cheek harder as he stared down at the other he felt that tongue tease along his skin. He could feel his eyes darken as he watched- the sight just as intense as the feeling as that jello dipped down his skin and that tongue chased it to clean it up. It was the feeling of that wetness through his boxers that had him shuddering- his cock at full mast and almost dripping through the center of the Fillory clock by the time the other was done.
Quentin just swallowed again as he stared down at those dark eyes and pretty features of Eliot as he stared up at him like that. His cock twitched as the others spit cooled on his hip in the most delicious way.
Why did he agree to this party again?
Right. The brain was working again.]
You'd wanna do it here? Pretty sure you'd have a crowd around you. There'd be chanting. Margo might even have a scoreboard.
[ He joked as he shifted with the hem of his pants to try and at least cover his dick just a little, but he wasn't saying no yet. Was he?]
[Magic to heighten the senses Eliot thought as he was beginning to feel his skin tingle. It was better than a tab of molly, or anything of the sort. Each of the colors had their own effect. His was the skin, green might have been the lips, or perhaps somewhere else relating to home runs. Since he wasn't present in the making of the wiggly jiggly fun, he wasn't in on the drugs that got mixed in. Next time he'd take better control of the party. For some reason this one got ahead of him. Maybe that's why he felt he had the freedom to disappear from it so early and easily.
Goosebumps littered Eliot's skin with every whisper of Quentin's voice. Maybe it was the jello, maybe it was the thought of those beautiful lips locked around the tip of his cock licking jello from it, locking around it... swallowing it back, spit dripping from it and mixing with come... NO! NO! NO!.
No, some part of his brain thought about this clearly. There was a world in which this wasn't right. Quentin wasn't thinking. He couldn't be. Swallowing a truth lump, Eliot took Q's hand and held it tight.]
No, I don't want to do this here. I want to go to my room. What I'm saying is we can stay here, and play the game on normal body parts. I don't think you're thinking straight. You know what happens if we go to my room. This goes a lot, lot, lot further, Q. I don't even know if you know what you're getting into with me here.
Shit Q....
[This was the absolute hardest thing that he'd ever done, but it was the right thing. He'd seen Q make eyes at other girls, and girls alone. Seeing him now, and touching him now while they were at a party where it was easy to get carried away was something else. Eliot tried to think of ways not to be disappointed, because he knew what was going to happen. He just knew. Eyes downcast, he rushed ahead, staring at their joined hands, dick still throbbing and pointedly hard. ]
It's okay. Really. We all get carried away sometimes. You just did it because I asked...
[ Quentin might be feeling the effects of whatever that green jello was, and the way it thundered through his body in a delightful way but it's not like he hadn't...been bold even before he ran his tongue over the other's hipbone.
His finger slipped into the others without any real hesitation, giving a little squeeze as Eliot held it tight.
His eyebrows arched up just a touch at as the other started speaking before they furrowed together in worry. It was kinda an impressive one-eighty from the teasing, flirting tone that the other had used through those text messages.
This might have been a stupid idea. More because they were friends than the fact the other was a guy. It's not like he *hadn't* thought about it before now. It was mostly that Juila was kinda a hard girl to get over at the best of times. And Alice was...well, Alice But either way, he was feeling good right now, and happy he came out of his room. ]
Hey. Hey. El...sh...
[ Quentin was just going to shuffle forward a touch to reach a hand up to cup the others neck as he leaned forward enough to bump his nose against his friends.]
Just stop thinking and let me blow you. All right? [ Who knew it would ever be him telling someone to stop thinking? Considering how much Quentin could overthink things at times. He was just going to drop that hand from the other's neck and take a braver step forward, just reaching a single finger forward to tease it over the head of the other cock as it poked up through that underwear.]
I get what going into your room means. All right? And I really. Really wanna do that jello shot. K?
[ He could speak more seriously but seriously could come later. This...was what he wanted. Right now. RIght here.
[A small buzz began to sound in Eliot's head and grew louder with each passing second that Quentin didn't jump up and bolt away in the opposite direction. Why didn't he run as far from this as he could. There was way too much riding on this, but fuck if Eliot could remember what when Quentin pulled him in closer.
This boldness, it was Eliot's job, and yet as usual he was fucking it up. Why did he always run away when the good stuff lay within reach? Something in his brain clicked over and maybe, for this one time it could work. There was a fucking beast running around walking through mirrors and hurting people, and who knew what else-- but this little thing. It had possibilities.
Tipping his head up, he nodded. He kept his lips shut for once in his goddamn life and didn't say a word. It was a freaking hallelujah moment. Nothing was said until Quentin's finger traveled over the head of his straining cock. It wept with joy at that touch, and stained the edges of his boxers with something beyond jello. Moaning between them, Eliot swallowed again and breathed out Quentin's name. A single eternity all written in the sound of one name.]
Okay. To my room. I want you to know that this isn't a drunken one night stand though. I can't make it that. Not this time.
[He huffed. He wished that he didn't have to be so fucking serious or sober right now. Who was this person taking over Eliot Waugh and what had he done with the original? Bring back the party animal and make this the drunken night of revelry that this was supposed to be. Tipping his head forward, he did what he'd been dreaming of doing for way too long and he brushed his mouth against Quentin's. It was barely a kiss, but he stole it before pulling away and forcing his cock back in his pants with a serious groan.]
Fuck pants. I really hate these things. This is why I wear robes to half these parties. I wore pants because I didn't think. You. [He gazed at Q now, and shook his head with a brilliant smile] are far more the devil than I ever thought. Come. Now.
[Eliot ran his hand down Quentin's chest and palmed along Quentin's cock fingering over the tip and pumped it a few times through the boxers, making sure it was achingly happy as well. Oh yes, Eliot is the devil. He then pushed it back away into those fun Filory boxers and helped the magician zip it up as well. With the quickness of a jackrabbit, Eliot stole Q's hand in his and it was up to his room, shoving the door shut and locked as fast as humanly possible. The shots lay forgotten on a stand as he began to strip back down-- this time he didn't hold back, pants, underwear, they all went.]
I thought I'd never be out of those clothes. You now. Naked.
Pretty sure the whats and ifs and hows come later, Eliot.
[ He pointed out softly as swallowed, still hearing Eliot's moan dance through his brain like the best goddamn song he'd ever heard. He could feel the tip of his finger sticky with the other's precome and didn't that just almost short-circuit his brain something fierce? Quentin swallowed slightly as those lips brushed over his and he found himself leaning into that kiss- trying to steal that moment as much as he could from the other. Even if they were in the middle of this stupid party. But just like that the other was pulling away and tucking that cock into his pants.]
You have always looked good in a robe. Sort of an impressive skill of yours really. [ He drawled back before a smile danced over his lip at being called the devil- because hey, he was so rarely the fun one right? Unless you counted him ranting on Fillory and Further for the thousand time.] I guess I have my moments. Who knew?
A-hfuck. [ The words came out pushed together as he felt the other touch his cock like that and tease it, those fingers pumping him as his own hand reached up to grab Eliot's shoulder with a soft gasp of his own. His eyes narrowed as the other pushed it back into his pants and zipped it up- god were those pants always this tight? He was about to comment before Eliot's hand was in his and he was suddenly jumping the stairs two at a time to get to the others room.
Just like that, he was blinking and the door was shut behind him and Eliot was undressing again. Totally and completely. Quentin just stared at the naked form of his friend for a moment and really, the sight made his cock twitch- the other was god damn beautiful naked. ]
Wow. You really do have a big wand. [ He felt those words slip from his lips as he realized he was staring at the other cock before the other words finally seeped into his brain. And he nodded. He'd left his shirt downstairs so he just unzipped his pants and pushed them down along with his underwear- his cock hard as it smacked against his belly, already dripping as he just stood there for the other to look at.]
[For the millionth time, Eliot shook his head as Quentin discounted himself. He knew that this nerd was something more, something beyond that. Maybe his hair was half-kept and strangled, and he wore clocks on his boxers but he had wound this perfectly practiced, story built and well maintained magician around his tiny little finger from the second Eliot read Quentin's name from that little card on the first day they saw one another.
Sure, he could wear a robe, and perhaps he could build a magic drink like nobodies business, but who the fuck cared in the grand scheme of things. Margo was his ride or die, but she'd never be the high priestess of his heart. She couldn't be. He needed a commander. A wand as Q so delicately put it to match his own. If that's how anyone wanted to say it these days. Yes, he was bisexual, but he needed a man to love. It was obvious to anyone who knew Eliot first hand.
They weren't talking about love here or anything, but a knob polish. Damn. Way to get ahead of the ballgame Eliot. It must be that red jello-shot. He was not taking another one of those. He was going orange all the way next time. Laughing at the way Quentin stared at him now that he was fully naked and very violently exposed. El- pushed his lips together and just nodded.
He took a few precarious steps toward Quentin now that they both stood there rather naked and bare. Eliot could feel his breath catching in his lungs. One moment it was there and the next it wasn't. Was it hot, or cold in here. Being as bold as he knew he should, he reached out and once more rubbed his thumb over the tip of Q's very straight and proud cock. His eyes marveled at the sight, even as his stomach flipped.]
I'd stay that yours is rather impressive as well, magician. Do you really want another shot, or should I start something else.
[He continued to swirl his finger around and around in the dampness before spreading it down, and then up again with his hand. Another step brought their bodies together flush, and he could lean in so that their lips were barely touching.]
I was thinking about trying orange, or we could forgo it just for the taste of each other.
[Eliot's other hand rested on Quentin's hip, and finally his brain began to blank as the older magician began to feel and fall into the moment. Fingers edged up on point, and became nails that lightly raked downward to grip Quentin's ass and pull him in closer, so that there was barely enough room for his other hand to maneuver and continue to slowly grind up and down along Q's full cock.]
[ Quentin could feel that this was different than Alice and Julia in a way that he couldn't quite put into words. Like it felt...different, that intensity in the air between them was a different flavor or a different color in his mind. Just...more. Whatever it was.
Quentin had almost been lost in letting his eyes run down Eliot's body that when the other stepped forward he almost took a moment to react. And just like that the other was touching his cock again and he felt himself twitch against Eliot's hand- god. He felt as hard as a fucking steel beam. And he let out a shuddering gasp at that. His body leaned into that touch again as his hand moved up to brush along Eliot's bare chest. ]
Oh yeah? You think? [ He teased- almost playfully at the compliment to his cock as he gave another soft moan as the other teased that finger around the head. It all felt intense even as the other leaned in and his lips were almost pressing against Eliot's and he could feel his eyes flutter at that. There's a soft hiss as those fingers rank down him and those hands curl against his ass and he moves forward without effort, his body pressing against the others just enough for that hand to still be moving.
It was quite frankly, impressive that he was still able to have a functioning brain as that hand moved on his cock like that. Q just gave a few soft little moans against the other's lips. He was going to blame that magical jello shot for what he said next. The green clearly had a little more truth magic in it than one would like as Q reached up to brush his hand over the side of the other's neck again as he finally spoke against those lips. ]
I- I think I just wanna get drunk on your come. El.
[ The dirty talk flowed from his lips easily enough before he was pressing his lips against the others in a hungry, desperate kiss that made fireworks dance behind Quentin's eyelids and shoot though his entire body.
This wasn't just the jello shot. This was Eliot. This was something...different. His body pressed against the others as he made an effort to move them both back towards the others bed. He wanted the other- and he wanted to show just how much he did tonight. ]
[That moan was the most melodious thing that Eliot had heard in months, and this magician had listened to quite a bit of very good music. Nothing compared to the ring and the way it stole into the tiny recesses of Eliot's subconscious filling out places that hadn't been caressed in years and turning him into the very jello he'd been so interested only a few hours ago. It also bled across his skin like the finest lamb's wool, soft and silken, making him want to yank the other male into him and take him right then and there.
Words broke through a stark revelation against the thought process he had begun, and there they were. Quentin wanted to get drunk on him, on the seed of his body. He wanted to drain him dry until there was nothing but white hot pleasure burning behind his eyelids. Fuck the littlest hayseeds themselves. Dreams do come true Margaret.] ...and I want you.
[These were all the words that were available to Eliot before his mouth was taken up with the hungry desperation of a starving wolf, maybe a future fox gone rogue and come over to the darkside for way more than cookies this time. Eliot wrapped Quentin in his arms, dropping the erection he held with such sway in his hand and anxiously touched as much of Q's body as he could as they kissed.
Tongues chased one another, and fucked as their bodies wanted to later on, eager to take and give, to taste as much as possible of the other person without leaving this simple cavity where words were spoken without sound, and promises that could never be spoken were etched out in granite contracts.
Eliot knew from Quentin's touch, from the way he kissed that this was more, and that the other really wanted this, and so he fell back to his bed and pulled the other with him, fingers gripping shoulders and reaching up to stroke along and through long strands of light brown hair.]
I want your mouth on me. Show me how much you can take. Let me fuck that pretty little thing.
[ Q would have replied to those words but that next kiss stole any chance too- not that he really minded such a thing since it was the sort of kiss that damn near took his breath away. Not that he didn't give as good as he got, kissing and nipping back with the same hunger that seemed to run through every inch of his body right now. His tongue flicked and teased against the others even as those hands left his cock, which caused a small whimper to escape the long-haired magician. Still, the others hands running over his naked body just felt as good, as perfect as those kisses. The others words danced in his head. "Let me fuck that pretty thing" felt like something he'd think about to jerk off in the shower. God knows he would now anyway.
There's no hesitation when the other pulls him to the bed like that, his body brushing over Eliots for a moment before he shifts up, his head tilting into that hand as it teases along his long hair. A shy smirk dancing along on his face as a hand curls around the base of Eliot's impressive cock again, peering down at it adoringly before his eyes flicked back up to the other face.]
You're really gonna make it a challenge, huh? Look at this thing. Heh. Fuck it as hard as you want, El. Claim it.
[ The words flowed easily as he moved, shifting his body with a surprising amount of grace considering he was normally...well, not that. His head lowered to place a few kisses on Eliot's chest as his body shifted down the bed till he rested between the other legs. His head tilted up to the other as he made a show of tapping the others cock against his cheek, his eyes fluttering with a soft moan at the sheer weight of it. His tongue peeked out to drag up alongside the underside of Eliot's cock sluttly. He was clearly putting on a show of the other as he brushed that same tongue around the sensitive head before finally, finally parting his lips to take it between his lips with a greedy little moan at that taste of his friend. ]
[Quentin was a garden of exotic flavors all rolled into some exquisite delight beaming a bright sonnet into Eliot's brain as they kissed, even the bites that drew pain stretched the burden of pleasure from mouth straight down to the hardened cock that sat throbbing so sternly between his legs. Shifting enough so that Eliot could press it into the younger magician's hip, allowed him the breath to moan into their kiss. He's lost every sense that this might be wrong, that he might lose himself forever to this man who suddenly held his body in sway.
Oh yes this was a perilous climb and Eliot has already scaled the cliff and was ready to fly of the precipice. He watched as Q left his mouth with a sigh, and wandered down his lithe body, dropping eloquent speeches with his mouth along Eliot's body. With each and every touch, the elder arched and shivered. He knew what was coming and was now so very helpless to stop it. He'd agreed to his ultimate destruction. The desimation of every wall he kept errected so very carefully around his heart.]
Dear fuck, Q. Just do it already.
[Anxiety flooded him as he watched those beautiful eyes, and luscious lips-- that mouth that breathed a hurricane of moisture around the tip of his cock. Already it leaked, and beaded up silver white fluid at the head as it waited for Quentin's pink little tongue to tease across it. By every god in heaven did he know how to tease. Eliot's hands fist the bed, in order to save Quentin's hair for now. He can't help the quick jerk of his hips as they push up into the willing cavern that settles around his cock.
It's not that it's been ages since he's had his dick sucked-- but it's never been like this, it's never mattered so much. Suddenly all Eliot wants is to force himself so deeply back into this beautiful man's throat that he can see him choking around the thickness of him. It's a deeply disturbing thought, but he can't help what a fucked up and sexually deviant person he's become over the years. So, he does the opposite and denies his nature. He doesn't bite, scratch or pull at Quentin's hair. He works his hips gently, and with thought, breathing in sharp quivering pants to keep himself as sane as possible.]
continued from here [It was a mask, Eliot was fake and he knew it. How many layers would Quentin have to slave through to find the reality beyond the man who this one had made. It was a serious disaster in the making and worthy of a few more bottles of alcohol once it became a thought preserved on a thimble in the back of Eliot's sorely addled mind. Even now he had time to worry through such things.
Even now, with the most beloved thing in his universe clinging to his being, whispering promises through their kisses, words that would never need to be spoken lest these tangling of liquid covenants meant nothing, he worries. What would Quentin think of the man behind it all should he ever be discovered; could the charades be kept up forever.
Tangled up limbs and lips, Eliot buries himself against his own shrine, the temple of worship he will never cease to lay himself outside of. There's no orbit where their stars wouldn't have fallen together, or collided into one giant black hole pulling everyone and everything into a disaster of their own making.
Hands climb Quentin's sides, and he makes a mess of it, raising up the other man's shirt in the middle of the hallway, when all Eliot meant to do was try and find a form of skin. Any form of skin would have sufficed, but he needed to touch something beyond cloth when he felt so hungry, so deft of mind and purpose. This was his man now and he wanted to make sure that there was no doubt of that in any world. ]
Mine. Noot hers. yes? So much mine. Quentin...
[There's a gasp in his lungs, a step where his heart stops as he considers how close he came to losing the game, losing the man he loved to the queen of darkness, the black void that might have sucked Quentin's soul away from him. Then what would he have?]
[ He assured as he felt the testimony of fingers playing against his side, like deja-vu and he could almost swear that he had felt this underneath a different sky, another timeline. It was deja-vu, something further than the illicit drunken night they had previously. This orbiting circled around the sun, the moon and the stars, and most importantly; around his King.
He did not care who saw him here on Eliot's lap, in his arms.
All he wanted was for Eliot to take him home, to love him-- he was so needy and desperate for love, especially love without judgement, and without resentment. Fuck, he did not want to be resented, he did not want to be overlooked-- and perhaps that was much to ask for but right now, he did not think it was. He rested his forehead to Eliot's and closed his eyes ]
You will have to leave me first..
[ and that wasn't a physical thing, that was an emotional thing; Alice had left him several times-- emotionally, and the times he'd left had been in response, with his fragile heart attempting to struggle with the concept of being left and running for the one thing that had promised him safety. And he'd been a fool, a fool not to have stayed from the beginning ]
[One day they would do this far more sober, and the declarations would be every bit as deep, if not deeper as they laid bare the souls of several lifetimes of love. How many timelines did it take them to get it right, and how many would they roll through loving one another through hooded veils of the word almost.
Thank the gods in all their varied forms of wisdom that they saw to it that this time around Eliot and Quentin somehow managed to be forthcoming enough in their sad, sad, little fonts of insecurities to find the strength to be together. This would be the time they would become the force to be reckoned with, and that their love would blossom like the brightly burning suns over the opiate lit world of Fillory.
The feel of Quentin beneath his fingers made Eliot sigh in disbelief and a relief that would continue for days, weeks, months, and possibly even years as he looked over in ideal at the pillow next to him and saw the man he loved laying there. It was a truth that the King could actually see in his mind's eye. It was blinding and perhaps he'd question it a time or two, certainly in the morning when he would be hard pressed to recall his own name, but now with his beloved in his lap telling him all he needed to know. How could he not realize what was. ]
No, I'm not gonna leave, not my quentin. No..
[tangled hands fumbled to leave Quentin's shirt and brought themselves to the sides of his new boyfriend's face holding him there as if it would make the world stop rotating.]
[ Palms that were so tender that his lids closed over eyes and he nuzzled into it. The dose of contentment, true authentic contentment, more than he'd felt in a long time, suffused him with such sweet harmony; the words were as tangible as touch-- a audible tactility of which he had no proof against in the slightest-- he was weak to this man of whom he was perched on the lap of.
And with eyes still closed, he brushed his lips against Eliot's in unspeakable tenderness, while the world seemed to halt around them. To speak would have been blasphemy when all he wanted to do was breath in his boyfrined. But it was far deeper than that, wasn't it? A boyfriend felt too inconsequential for vow of exclusivity they had forged with each other.
His fingers curled in the soft locks at the back of Eliot's neck while he pressed kiss upon kiss against that lower lip, against that upper lip. Rain falling against the tip of nose, against brow, of cheek and chin. If he was destined to be rain, then he would make himself the rain that cooled the parched desert of Eliot's skin, would offer succor.
Without lands to water, rain was useless. And he'd found meaning here in those arms that sheltered him and those words that while slurred seemed to call to him, biding his emotion to flood into the caverns of his heart ]
[The words, the promises, they might have well been a vow before any holy man for none could be more true than what Eliot spoke to Quentin now, even in his drunken stupor it was not through his mouth that he bore speech, but by his soul bound tightly to the edging of his heart that spouted the declarations to this man, this beautiful, delicate magician that was Eliot's entire religion.
They would never need any other person to bind them tight with strings, ropes, silken ties, contracts or simple testimonies on a sheet of paper for they had an eternity of thoughts, whispers, prayers and yes, even words that knotted them up together tighter than any well known pair in ancient history. They were far greater than all the tragics. Romeo and Juliet held nothing over Quentin and Eliot.
Nothing could match the state of their hearts as they collided in this universe, spinning out of control. Liquored lips careening together in liquid kisses, that blurred the lines between what was decent and what was beyond the desperate and needy. They would always blur those lines, between a healthy love affair and the one which would rip apart the world at its seams were they ever not in harmony and accord with one another.
And yet. There was such a sweet serenity, and simplicity to the gentle motions of hands where they drove up a shirt once again, ringing over skin where they had to touch everything that made Quentin, Quentin. Eliot needed again. He ran his fingers over the tiny peaks of the younger magician's nipples and rolled them into sharp points, wanting to hear Quentin gasp his name. He had no idea if he'd be of use in anything, but he had to hear the sounds, needed to feel this bond in this moment. There was a seal to be made over and above the words. ]
[ The consummate nurturer; capable of so much tenderness for others and yet for himself he was deplete. Giving and giving, over and over. He wanted to provide to Eliot everything that he could now; perhaps Q was not the most sober in this moment, but he certainly recognized that he was a touch more than Eliot. It was a pleasure to be held onto by Eliot, to be the strength in this moment; gods, if Eliot want to cling and hold him, Quentin would be that wall of firmness for him.
Perhaps this was toxic in some ways, but at the least less toxic than it had with Alice, and he remembered flashes and visions of other lives, of lives lived together; of passionate sex and touching domesticity in between fights and rows. He'd take every fight if he could be assured that at the very end he would be loved.
If Eliot manhandled him in the hallway, he would go into it gladly. Even if Eliot was too alcohol-dicked to do anything; he would sink into the touches as if he was made for them; his back arching the moment that Eliot's fingers found those taut peaks. This was not the least of what the students in this house had seen on a given friday, fuck on a tuesday even-- he was not worried about anyone looking upon this, his entire focus was on Eliot and his teeth bit down into his lower lip as he started to grind in a movement that was both horizontal and vertical-- but what they differed in movement, they shared in that the point of contact was Eliot Waugh.
Clint lets himself take a moment to press back against Eliot, letting him touch everywhere on his body. They both know where this is heading, so having a little tease like this is even better. He tilts his neck for Eliot to explore. "Just a little further. I have a fire pit and a sauna, and outdoor furniture. We're good." He stays there for another moment and then finally pulls away, leading Eliot to his door and unlocking it. He steps aside to let the other man in first and then follows after him, leaning back against the door invitingly and clicking on the lights.
"Nothin' special but it's home," Clint says. "Come on, let's go out to the patio." He leads Eliot through the apartment and motions to the door. He'll grab the beer and head out right after him.
Preferring a homespun cocktail, Eliot knows that he asked for some beer, but that was because he wanted to get his hands on this one desperately. There was something magnetic about Clint that drew the magician in. He didn't even risk revealing himself while they were down at the bar. Not only would it have been a bad idea career wise, but there was the hint of an idea that this one wasn't so overtly fond of magicians.
Sliding open the door, Eliot leans out against the rail first thing. He lets the breeze blow against him, and inhales, thanking the gods that he's not back in his old life and that he is still the man that he created out of blood, sweat, magic and tears, so many tears. He may not be at Brighton's currently, but he's in the home of a man that's got the body of a god, and one that doesn't want to shit all over magic-- literally.
Making himself comfortably, Eliot unbuttons his shirt and kicks off his shoes as he walks back and forth, exploring. They are going to have a wonderful weekend indeed. He moves to the table and begins a set of handmotions that magic up a small pink martini that might or might not shoot off tiny little fireworks every now and then. Taking a sip, he leans back. "Perfect, now for my booty call to get out here."
It doesn't take long for Clint to grab the beer. He follows Eliot out to the patio and slides onto the chair next to him. "I see you've brought your own drink," he chuckles, setting the beer down on the ground next to them and grabbing one for himself.
"So, I believe we were in the middle of something?" he says, a sleazy grin across his face. He's more than ready to get things moving, and more than that, he came to this date prepared. "You still into it? I mean, I can wine and dine you a little first, if that's what you're itchin' for."
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Date: 2023-01-22 08:08 pm (UTC)[For someone who'd carefully and artfully crafted every perspective of their life to look exactly the way it did, Quentin certainly like to throw curve balls into Eliot's perfectly coiffed life. Eliot held no sanctions for real emotions or attachments beyond Margo and his Bambi was a very different story. She'd been his secret keeper and mainstay since their freshman year.
Why was it when this freshman looked at him through the shaft of his hair, did Eliot's stomach and more clench in a very ungentlemanly manner. Oh fucking well. Tonight was about debauchery at its finest, and they were about to enjoy being debauched together.]
I could easily call you something else if you prefer, Q. It was merely what rolled off the tongue easily. You really are so sensitive. [He teased and leaned over across the couch to run a finger along skin that had no right to be so damn soft. Tracing Quentin's cheek, and then the side of his neck, he let his digit wander all the way down the male's clothed chest and then rest on his thigh, where it met the rest of Eliot's fingers and they squeezed.]
I could tell you what they all meant, but then I'd have to kill you. [He said in a hush, but then burst out laughing as he often did at the expense of his own stupid jokes.] I don't actually know this time around. I didn't make these. My signature is cocktails. Jello is a little below my grade, but it sure is fun.
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Date: 2023-01-22 08:26 pm (UTC)[ It was an easy tease of his own at the notion of being so sensitive about such things, there's a little swallow as that finger brushes along his cheek- Q found himself leaning into that touch even without thinking about it as it wondered down his neck and along his chest, his back arching slightly as he "shifted" on the couch. Quentin felt himself take a breath as the others hand teased long his thigh and he felt his legs shifting a part just a touch as he watched the other man. His own fingers twitching at his side but he didn't move them to the other just yet. ]
Luring a man out of his room just to kill him? A hell of a way to run your party. [ He countered as he smiled that crooked smile of his, the sort that cut along his face when he was genuinely happy. There's a little hum at those words as he gives a nod- it makes sense that Eliot hadn't actually made those jello shots.
Did Todd make them? God. Please it be Margo or someone.
All the same, he was going to lean forward to pluck up one of the green shots and held it up between them.]
No time like the present, I guess.
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Date: 2023-01-22 09:13 pm (UTC)The farmer from Indiana licked his lips with a nervous twitch of his own that might have been caught had he not followed it with a drink from his never-ending flask.]
Okay, so I kid. I'd never harm a hair on your head.
[Well, there were other thoughts about that, and about pulling that hair back and.... Focus on the jello, Eliot! Jesus. No the shots were not made by Todd. Please, the boy was an unknown currently and like Eliot would allow anyone near his treasured trove of precious spirits and potions. The man might play at being a dumbass at times, but there was quite a brain hidden beneath all the booze and drugs.
All thoughts on any other subject matter where stricken from his mind though when he saw Quentin life a jello shot.]
Oh fuck no. You promised. [At this Eliot stood and undid the buttons on his shirt and the top few on his pants, pealing them back barely enough so that one could pull them open further to expose whatever anatomy they wished. ] Unless you plan on taking that part of this back now? I mean, I could go first if you're intimidated.
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Date: 2023-01-22 10:19 pm (UTC)[ Quentin pointed out with a little cute scrunch of his nose at the other and a little light dancing in his eyes. Not that didn't mind a little more..intensity when it came to sex- but hey, that wasn't what they were talking about. Was it? ]
Going to make me keep my word, huh? [ The jello shot lowered as Q gave a soft, gentle chuckle at that as the other stood in front of him and undid his shirt and those pants. His tongue brushed along his lower lip as his eyes lingered- kinda eye level with Eliot's crotch for a few moments before he tilted his head back to peer up at the other magician. Honestly, the last thing he wanted to be accused of is being a chicken about something like this- something that was meant to be fun. Right? Hell he was pretty sure he could already hear Margo making some teasing comment if he did back out. ] What? No. No. I got this. A promise is a promise. Right?
[ Quentin was going to reach forward with his hand and curl it into the hem of those open pants- And there was a pause as his fingers clung to that fabric of the other pants before he did just peel them back properly more than he really needed to for what they talked about, easily peeling them open enough to see the shadow of the others cock through his underwear and the bugle they left. God. That was a hot sight. It almost fried his brain. His hand moved up to brush along that same exposed underwear to push it down just a touch with his thumb to expose that bare hip a little more as he shuffled closer. ]
Are you ready? [ Quentin spoke as his lips danced very, very close to the other's crotch, his head tilting back to look up at Eliot.]
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Date: 2023-01-22 11:22 pm (UTC)It might have been fine if Eliot could have controlled his body's response to it all, but men have not the foresight or luxury to know exactly when their bodies will seek to betray them and announce to the world at large that they are attracted to the person who is looking at them, and now currently touching them very near a rather sensitive and growing part of their anatomy.
Shit. Fuck a motherless goat and her handmaiden. Eliot knew that Quentin would notice the jump in his dick, and there was no way that he could have read the younger male's thoughts about it being hot. Heat rushed to the future king's cheeks but he managed a nod.] Whoo boy. I do believe that I am ready. It's a little cold down there, you might want to be careful, Q.
[Actually, it was the absolute opposite, heat fled from every other area and pooled in his center-- flooding his cock so that it grew bolder and bolder with each passing second.] Baseball, grandma's oatmeal pies, cornfields, ice cold water, apple pie and GO ON, get on with it.
[Eliot huffed out a breath, finally giving up on being shy about anything and licked his lips as he glanced down at Quentin with a shrug and a mildly helpless look. They were both men, and well, Quentin had to know by now that Eliot fancied him. Surprise!]
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Date: 2023-01-22 11:53 pm (UTC)Guess I can see why you get laid at those parties so much.
[ He couldn't help that joke- because hey, magic + wand = funny right? All right. Maybe it was insanely lame. But Quentin was always kinda lame at the end of the day. His thumb seemed to pull a little tighter on that underwear, stretching it a touch more around that cock for a moment- like he was trying to get a better view before he shifted on the spot. Raising that jello shot with his free hand and tilting it against Eliot's skin- letting the green jello smear against the other bare hip bone. A moment later Q was taking a deep breath and leaning forward to drag his tongue along the other hip, tracing along just above the other underwear line before brushing over that jello. His lips parted as he sucked up the last trace of it, it was a little messy but it was intimate. His lips even lingering in a soft, gentle kiss he licked up the last of it with another lick of his tongue.]
Hm...
[ At least the green jello tasted minty.]
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Date: 2023-01-23 06:40 pm (UTC)How dare Quentin dip his tongue a little sideways there to chase the jello? Who cared if it didn't stay perfectly on his hip bone? Who was he to kiss it like that? Eliot hissed in a breath and bit his lip knowing all too well that his cock had expanded, and was growing to full length-- and with much more harassment it would be peeking out the tip of his boxers. That would be a very fine predicament indeed. Then again.]
Careful my little nerd or I might make you take your next shot off the tip of this big wand of mine.
[He tried to pull off a teasing chuckle, but really it was far more wishful thinking than anything else considering how much his mind was playing with him, and how his cock was beginning to throb. Why didn't he see this coming?
Finally, it was done and he'd survive. Now it was Quentin's turn. Carefully adjusting himself, Eliot tucked his 'wand' back toward the entrance of his pants. He wasn't about to just stuff it completely inside the super tight confines. It needed to breathe and recede a little before that. That was all secondary. Waving his hand at Quentin. He tugged at the younger male's shirt and pulled a little at the edge of his pant.]
Your turn!! [He called in a sing-song voice]
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Date: 2023-01-23 07:08 pm (UTC)Maybe it was whatever magic was in the jello shot buzzing through his body, or maybe it was the fact he was currently eye-level with that big wand in question. Or the fact that hearing Eliot call him his little nerd with such *affection*- either way, the long-haired boy's head tilted back to peer up at those words with a cheeky, mischievous grin. ]
I mean if it's that kinda party... [ Listen if he's at this thing anyway, he might as well commit fully to the experience right? In other words if the other was serious. Quentin was game enough for that next shot to be taken off there.
Not that he let that offer linger since the other was tucking himself back into his pants and then all but tugging him back up to his feet. ]
Fine. Fine. Fine.
[ Quentin made an effort to bat the other hands away before he grabbed the hem of his shirt and slipped it off and over his head, letting it drop to the couch behind him. While he wasn't overly built as some of the other students around- he wasn't all that skinny either. He was just somewhere in the middle, looking solid as he reached up to brush at the back of his head because- hello, he was just on display for the other.
But fair was fair? Right? There's a little bob of Quentin's Adams apple before he was undoing his own jeans and pushing them open, and lower to expose his hip.
And also his own half-hard cock tenting against his dark green, Fillory-themed drunks. Which mostly meant it was covered in pocket watches. Evidently, he was in a similar situation as Eliot.]
So...
What color are you picking?
[ He's just gonna talk around that issue thank you very much.]
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Date: 2023-01-23 07:49 pm (UTC)Said cock might have been tucked away for now, but knowing that it could very well be getting sucked by the one person that meant something to Eliot in this god-forsaken place caused it to do exactly what it had threatened to do earlier, and that was to grow to full size and push right out the tip of his underwear. There was a silent thanking to whatever gods might exist that included praise because he didn't have to do any standing or moving around currently.
He might have had a thought to move this little Tet-a-tet to his room very soon, but one more shot out here wouldn't hurt. Quentin's adam's apple wasn't the only one that bobbed a little. Eliot's worked hard to pull back saliva through a very dry mouth while he watched the other male strip.]
gods Quentin.
[Eliot saw no harm in saying what he was thinking, nor did he have trouble reaching out to touch the small of Q's back before the other male turned around. Facing those fairy tale underwear made him laugh sharply, a little too sharp-- just as his eyes were a little too bright. He unconsciously rubbed at his dick a few times, because it itched to be touched and looking across from him-- Well, it kept him from reaching out and touching the cock he wanted to touch.]
I don't know if anyone has told you this or not, but you've got nice hips, Q.
[normally so very good under pressure, Eliot was faltering, and faltering a little hard.]
I think we'll go with red. It's a very bold choice for such bold hips.
[Eliot reached out and stroked his finger along the hip bone that he'd be tasting. He pulled down those decorative boxers just enough, and ran the side of his hand along the edge of Q's cock. He couldn't help himself. They were both playing with fire and knew it. Like it was a shot of Tequila with salt, Eliot licked the spot on Q's hip to prepare it, flicking his tongue in tiny little kitten like teases up the bone where he held the jello and then poured it down the bone, letting it fall all the way down where he caught it with his mouth. Eliot then proceeded to clean with expert precision the entire area, including the area that ran directly to the side of Quentin's cock, making sure that the younger magician could feel the wetness of Eliot's tongue through the fabric of his boxers. Sitting up. He looked like a cat that had just eaten the mouse. Eyes dark and perhaps a little hungry still gazed at Quentin. He couldn't help himself now.]
So, about that next shot. Here or in my room?
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Date: 2023-01-23 08:19 pm (UTC)Was it weird he was taking that as a compliment? There's a little reach up of his hand to brush through his long hair at that laugh about his choice of underwear because- yeah. Yeah. He was a dork. He knew was. All right? ]
Gotta say, that's kinda a first. [ Because when would he ever hear a compliment like that? His hand tucked that long hair behind his ear again even as he ducked his head and a few more strays fell loose.] Thanks though. Glad you like em.
[ He gave a little nod at that color choice because- hey, whatever magic was in the jellos- Red's gotta at least be fun right? Quentin had been kinda leaning into every one of Eliot's touches even subconsciously, the touch to his back and even now his body seemed to shift into that finger as it stroked along his hip like that, sending a shiver down his spine and he bit on the inside of his cheek from reacting too much. Granted he didn't really have the same control as Eliot and he let out a sharp, small gasp as that hand teased along the edge of his cock that throbbed in response to that fleeting touch. Though he managed to mute any more sounds as he bit his cheek harder as he stared down at the other he felt that tongue tease along his skin. He could feel his eyes darken as he watched- the sight just as intense as the feeling as that jello dipped down his skin and that tongue chased it to clean it up. It was the feeling of that wetness through his boxers that had him shuddering- his cock at full mast and almost dripping through the center of the Fillory clock by the time the other was done.
Quentin just swallowed again as he stared down at those dark eyes and pretty features of Eliot as he stared up at him like that. His cock twitched as the others spit cooled on his hip in the most delicious way.
Why did he agree to this party again?
Right. The brain was working again.]
You'd wanna do it here? Pretty sure you'd have a crowd around you. There'd be chanting. Margo might even have a scoreboard.
[ He joked as he shifted with the hem of his pants to try and at least cover his dick just a little, but he wasn't saying no yet. Was he?]
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Date: 2023-01-23 08:38 pm (UTC)Goosebumps littered Eliot's skin with every whisper of Quentin's voice. Maybe it was the jello, maybe it was the thought of those beautiful lips locked around the tip of his cock licking jello from it, locking around it... swallowing it back, spit dripping from it and mixing with come... NO! NO! NO!.
No, some part of his brain thought about this clearly. There was a world in which this wasn't right. Quentin wasn't thinking. He couldn't be. Swallowing a truth lump, Eliot took Q's hand and held it tight.]
No, I don't want to do this here. I want to go to my room. What I'm saying is we can stay here, and play the game on normal body parts. I don't think you're thinking straight. You know what happens if we go to my room. This goes a lot, lot, lot further, Q. I don't even know if you know what you're getting into with me here.
Shit Q....
[This was the absolute hardest thing that he'd ever done, but it was the right thing. He'd seen Q make eyes at other girls, and girls alone. Seeing him now, and touching him now while they were at a party where it was easy to get carried away was something else. Eliot tried to think of ways not to be disappointed, because he knew what was going to happen. He just knew. Eyes downcast, he rushed ahead, staring at their joined hands, dick still throbbing and pointedly hard. ]
It's okay. Really. We all get carried away sometimes. You just did it because I asked...
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Date: 2023-01-23 09:23 pm (UTC)His finger slipped into the others without any real hesitation, giving a little squeeze as Eliot held it tight.
His eyebrows arched up just a touch at as the other started speaking before they furrowed together in worry. It was kinda an impressive one-eighty from the teasing, flirting tone that the other had used through those text messages.
This might have been a stupid idea. More because they were friends than the fact the other was a guy. It's not like he *hadn't* thought about it before now. It was mostly that Juila was kinda a hard girl to get over at the best of times. And Alice was...well, Alice But either way, he was feeling good right now, and happy he came out of his room. ]
Hey. Hey. El...sh...
[ Quentin was just going to shuffle forward a touch to reach a hand up to cup the others neck as he leaned forward enough to bump his nose against his friends.]
Just stop thinking and let me blow you. All right? [ Who knew it would ever be him telling someone to stop thinking? Considering how much Quentin could overthink things at times. He was just going to drop that hand from the other's neck and take a braver step forward, just reaching a single finger forward to tease it over the head of the other cock as it poked up through that underwear.]
I get what going into your room means. All right? And I really. Really wanna do that jello shot. K?
[ He could speak more seriously but seriously could come later. This...was what he wanted. Right now. RIght here.
He knew that.]
So...take me to your room.
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Date: 2023-01-23 09:51 pm (UTC)This boldness, it was Eliot's job, and yet as usual he was fucking it up. Why did he always run away when the good stuff lay within reach? Something in his brain clicked over and maybe, for this one time it could work. There was a fucking beast running around walking through mirrors and hurting people, and who knew what else-- but this little thing. It had possibilities.
Tipping his head up, he nodded. He kept his lips shut for once in his goddamn life and didn't say a word. It was a freaking hallelujah moment. Nothing was said until Quentin's finger traveled over the head of his straining cock. It wept with joy at that touch, and stained the edges of his boxers with something beyond jello. Moaning between them, Eliot swallowed again and breathed out Quentin's name. A single eternity all written in the sound of one name.]
Okay. To my room. I want you to know that this isn't a drunken one night stand though. I can't make it that. Not this time.
[He huffed. He wished that he didn't have to be so fucking serious or sober right now. Who was this person taking over Eliot Waugh and what had he done with the original? Bring back the party animal and make this the drunken night of revelry that this was supposed to be. Tipping his head forward, he did what he'd been dreaming of doing for way too long and he brushed his mouth against Quentin's. It was barely a kiss, but he stole it before pulling away and forcing his cock back in his pants with a serious groan.]
Fuck pants. I really hate these things. This is why I wear robes to half these parties. I wore pants because I didn't think. You. [He gazed at Q now, and shook his head with a brilliant smile] are far more the devil than I ever thought. Come. Now.
[Eliot ran his hand down Quentin's chest and palmed along Quentin's cock fingering over the tip and pumped it a few times through the boxers, making sure it was achingly happy as well. Oh yes, Eliot is the devil. He then pushed it back away into those fun Filory boxers and helped the magician zip it up as well. With the quickness of a jackrabbit, Eliot stole Q's hand in his and it was up to his room, shoving the door shut and locked as fast as humanly possible. The shots lay forgotten on a stand as he began to strip back down-- this time he didn't hold back, pants, underwear, they all went.]
I thought I'd never be out of those clothes. You now. Naked.
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Date: 2023-01-23 10:22 pm (UTC)[ He pointed out softly as swallowed, still hearing Eliot's moan dance through his brain like the best goddamn song he'd ever heard. He could feel the tip of his finger sticky with the other's precome and didn't that just almost short-circuit his brain something fierce? Quentin swallowed slightly as those lips brushed over his and he found himself leaning into that kiss- trying to steal that moment as much as he could from the other. Even if they were in the middle of this stupid party. But just like that the other was pulling away and tucking that cock into his pants.]
You have always looked good in a robe. Sort of an impressive skill of yours really. [ He drawled back before a smile danced over his lip at being called the devil- because hey, he was so rarely the fun one right? Unless you counted him ranting on Fillory and Further for the thousand time.] I guess I have my moments. Who knew?
A-hfuck. [ The words came out pushed together as he felt the other touch his cock like that and tease it, those fingers pumping him as his own hand reached up to grab Eliot's shoulder with a soft gasp of his own. His eyes narrowed as the other pushed it back into his pants and zipped it up- god were those pants always this tight? He was about to comment before Eliot's hand was in his and he was suddenly jumping the stairs two at a time to get to the others room.
Just like that, he was blinking and the door was shut behind him and Eliot was undressing again. Totally and completely. Quentin just stared at the naked form of his friend for a moment and really, the sight made his cock twitch- the other was god damn beautiful naked. ]
Wow. You really do have a big wand. [ He felt those words slip from his lips as he realized he was staring at the other cock before the other words finally seeped into his brain. And he nodded. He'd left his shirt downstairs so he just unzipped his pants and pushed them down along with his underwear- his cock hard as it smacked against his belly, already dripping as he just stood there for the other to look at.]
Yessir.
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Date: 2023-01-23 11:01 pm (UTC)Sure, he could wear a robe, and perhaps he could build a magic drink like nobodies business, but who the fuck cared in the grand scheme of things. Margo was his ride or die, but she'd never be the high priestess of his heart. She couldn't be. He needed a commander. A wand as Q so delicately put it to match his own. If that's how anyone wanted to say it these days. Yes, he was bisexual, but he needed a man to love. It was obvious to anyone who knew Eliot first hand.
They weren't talking about love here or anything, but a knob polish. Damn. Way to get ahead of the ballgame Eliot. It must be that red jello-shot. He was not taking another one of those. He was going orange all the way next time. Laughing at the way Quentin stared at him now that he was fully naked and very violently exposed. El- pushed his lips together and just nodded.
He took a few precarious steps toward Quentin now that they both stood there rather naked and bare. Eliot could feel his breath catching in his lungs. One moment it was there and the next it wasn't. Was it hot, or cold in here. Being as bold as he knew he should, he reached out and once more rubbed his thumb over the tip of Q's very straight and proud cock. His eyes marveled at the sight, even as his stomach flipped.]
I'd stay that yours is rather impressive as well, magician. Do you really want another shot, or should I start something else.
[He continued to swirl his finger around and around in the dampness before spreading it down, and then up again with his hand. Another step brought their bodies together flush, and he could lean in so that their lips were barely touching.]
I was thinking about trying orange, or we could forgo it just for the taste of each other.
[Eliot's other hand rested on Quentin's hip, and finally his brain began to blank as the older magician began to feel and fall into the moment. Fingers edged up on point, and became nails that lightly raked downward to grip Quentin's ass and pull him in closer, so that there was barely enough room for his other hand to maneuver and continue to slowly grind up and down along Q's full cock.]
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Date: 2023-01-23 11:32 pm (UTC)Quentin had almost been lost in letting his eyes run down Eliot's body that when the other stepped forward he almost took a moment to react. And just like that the other was touching his cock again and he felt himself twitch against Eliot's hand- god. He felt as hard as a fucking steel beam. And he let out a shuddering gasp at that. His body leaned into that touch again as his hand moved up to brush along Eliot's bare chest. ]
Oh yeah? You think? [ He teased- almost playfully at the compliment to his cock as he gave another soft moan as the other teased that finger around the head. It all felt intense even as the other leaned in and his lips were almost pressing against Eliot's and he could feel his eyes flutter at that. There's a soft hiss as those fingers rank down him and those hands curl against his ass and he moves forward without effort, his body pressing against the others just enough for that hand to still be moving.
It was quite frankly, impressive that he was still able to have a functioning brain as that hand moved on his cock like that. Q just gave a few soft little moans against the other's lips. He was going to blame that magical jello shot for what he said next. The green clearly had a little more truth magic in it than one would like as Q reached up to brush his hand over the side of the other's neck again as he finally spoke against those lips. ]
I- I think I just wanna get drunk on your come. El.
[ The dirty talk flowed from his lips easily enough before he was pressing his lips against the others in a hungry, desperate kiss that made fireworks dance behind Quentin's eyelids and shoot though his entire body.
This wasn't just the jello shot. This was Eliot. This was something...different. His body pressed against the others as he made an effort to move them both back towards the others bed. He wanted the other- and he wanted to show just how much he did tonight. ]
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Date: 2023-01-24 12:13 am (UTC)Words broke through a stark revelation against the thought process he had begun, and there they were. Quentin wanted to get drunk on him, on the seed of his body. He wanted to drain him dry until there was nothing but white hot pleasure burning behind his eyelids. Fuck the littlest hayseeds themselves. Dreams do come true Margaret.] ...and I want you.
[These were all the words that were available to Eliot before his mouth was taken up with the hungry desperation of a starving wolf, maybe a future fox gone rogue and come over to the darkside for way more than cookies this time. Eliot wrapped Quentin in his arms, dropping the erection he held with such sway in his hand and anxiously touched as much of Q's body as he could as they kissed.
Tongues chased one another, and fucked as their bodies wanted to later on, eager to take and give, to taste as much as possible of the other person without leaving this simple cavity where words were spoken without sound, and promises that could never be spoken were etched out in granite contracts.
Eliot knew from Quentin's touch, from the way he kissed that this was more, and that the other really wanted this, and so he fell back to his bed and pulled the other with him, fingers gripping shoulders and reaching up to stroke along and through long strands of light brown hair.]
I want your mouth on me. Show me how much you can take. Let me fuck that pretty little thing.
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Date: 2023-03-05 06:21 am (UTC)There's no hesitation when the other pulls him to the bed like that, his body brushing over Eliots for a moment before he shifts up, his head tilting into that hand as it teases along his long hair. A shy smirk dancing along on his face as a hand curls around the base of Eliot's impressive cock again, peering down at it adoringly before his eyes flicked back up to the other face.]
You're really gonna make it a challenge, huh? Look at this thing. Heh. Fuck it as hard as you want, El. Claim it.
[ The words flowed easily as he moved, shifting his body with a surprising amount of grace considering he was normally...well, not that. His head lowered to place a few kisses on Eliot's chest as his body shifted down the bed till he rested between the other legs. His head tilted up to the other as he made a show of tapping the others cock against his cheek, his eyes fluttering with a soft moan at the sheer weight of it. His tongue peeked out to drag up alongside the underside of Eliot's cock sluttly. He was clearly putting on a show of the other as he brushed that same tongue around the sensitive head before finally, finally parting his lips to take it between his lips with a greedy little moan at that taste of his friend. ]
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Date: 2023-03-05 07:34 pm (UTC)Oh yes this was a perilous climb and Eliot has already scaled the cliff and was ready to fly of the precipice. He watched as Q left his mouth with a sigh, and wandered down his lithe body, dropping eloquent speeches with his mouth along Eliot's body. With each and every touch, the elder arched and shivered. He knew what was coming and was now so very helpless to stop it. He'd agreed to his ultimate destruction. The desimation of every wall he kept errected so very carefully around his heart.]
Dear fuck, Q. Just do it already.
[Anxiety flooded him as he watched those beautiful eyes, and luscious lips-- that mouth that breathed a hurricane of moisture around the tip of his cock. Already it leaked, and beaded up silver white fluid at the head as it waited for Quentin's pink little tongue to tease across it. By every god in heaven did he know how to tease. Eliot's hands fist the bed, in order to save Quentin's hair for now. He can't help the quick jerk of his hips as they push up into the willing cavern that settles around his cock.
It's not that it's been ages since he's had his dick sucked-- but it's never been like this, it's never mattered so much. Suddenly all Eliot wants is to force himself so deeply back into this beautiful man's throat that he can see him choking around the thickness of him. It's a deeply disturbing thought, but he can't help what a fucked up and sexually deviant person he's become over the years. So, he does the opposite and denies his nature. He doesn't bite, scratch or pull at Quentin's hair. He works his hips gently, and with thought, breathing in sharp quivering pants to keep himself as sane as possible.]
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Date: 2023-05-21 05:13 pm (UTC)[It was a mask, Eliot was fake and he knew it. How many layers would Quentin have to slave through to find the reality beyond the man who this one had made. It was a serious disaster in the making and worthy of a few more bottles of alcohol once it became a thought preserved on a thimble in the back of Eliot's sorely addled mind. Even now he had time to worry through such things.
Even now, with the most beloved thing in his universe clinging to his being, whispering promises through their kisses, words that would never need to be spoken lest these tangling of liquid covenants meant nothing, he worries. What would Quentin think of the man behind it all should he ever be discovered; could the charades be kept up forever.
Tangled up limbs and lips, Eliot buries himself against his own shrine, the temple of worship he will never cease to lay himself outside of. There's no orbit where their stars wouldn't have fallen together, or collided into one giant black hole pulling everyone and everything into a disaster of their own making.
Hands climb Quentin's sides, and he makes a mess of it, raising up the other man's shirt in the middle of the hallway, when all Eliot meant to do was try and find a form of skin. Any form of skin would have sufficed, but he needed to touch something beyond cloth when he felt so hungry, so deft of mind and purpose. This was his man now and he wanted to make sure that there was no doubt of that in any world. ]
Mine. Noot hers. yes? So much mine. Quentin...
[There's a gasp in his lungs, a step where his heart stops as he considers how close he came to losing the game, losing the man he loved to the queen of darkness, the black void that might have sucked Quentin's soul away from him. Then what would he have?]
Please never leave me.. never again...
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Date: 2023-05-21 10:06 pm (UTC)[ He assured as he felt the testimony of fingers playing against his side, like deja-vu and he could almost swear that he had felt this underneath a different sky, another timeline. It was deja-vu, something further than the illicit drunken night they had previously. This orbiting circled around the sun, the moon and the stars, and most importantly; around his King.
He did not care who saw him here on Eliot's lap, in his arms.
All he wanted was for Eliot to take him home, to love him-- he was so needy and desperate for love, especially love without judgement, and without resentment. Fuck, he did not want to be resented, he did not want to be overlooked-- and perhaps that was much to ask for but right now, he did not think it was. He rested his forehead to Eliot's and closed his eyes ]
You will have to leave me first..
[ and that wasn't a physical thing, that was an emotional thing; Alice had left him several times-- emotionally, and the times he'd left had been in response, with his fragile heart attempting to struggle with the concept of being left and running for the one thing that had promised him safety. And he'd been a fool, a fool not to have stayed from the beginning ]
I am a fool, but I am your fool, Eliot Waugh.
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Date: 2023-05-23 04:49 pm (UTC)Thank the gods in all their varied forms of wisdom that they saw to it that this time around Eliot and Quentin somehow managed to be forthcoming enough in their sad, sad, little fonts of insecurities to find the strength to be together. This would be the time they would become the force to be reckoned with, and that their love would blossom like the brightly burning suns over the opiate lit world of Fillory.
The feel of Quentin beneath his fingers made Eliot sigh in disbelief and a relief that would continue for days, weeks, months, and possibly even years as he looked over in ideal at the pillow next to him and saw the man he loved laying there. It was a truth that the King could actually see in his mind's eye. It was blinding and perhaps he'd question it a time or two, certainly in the morning when he would be hard pressed to recall his own name, but now with his beloved in his lap telling him all he needed to know. How could he not realize what was. ]
No, I'm not gonna leave, not my quentin. No..
[tangled hands fumbled to leave Quentin's shirt and brought themselves to the sides of his new boyfriend's face holding him there as if it would make the world stop rotating.]
This eliot is not going anywhere. Not me. no.
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Date: 2023-05-23 11:04 pm (UTC)And with eyes still closed, he brushed his lips against Eliot's in unspeakable tenderness, while the world seemed to halt around them. To speak would have been blasphemy when all he wanted to do was breath in his boyfrined. But it was far deeper than that, wasn't it? A boyfriend felt too inconsequential for vow of exclusivity they had forged with each other.
His fingers curled in the soft locks at the back of Eliot's neck while he pressed kiss upon kiss against that lower lip, against that upper lip. Rain falling against the tip of nose, against brow, of cheek and chin. If he was destined to be rain, then he would make himself the rain that cooled the parched desert of Eliot's skin, would offer succor.
Without lands to water, rain was useless. And he'd found meaning here in those arms that sheltered him and those words that while slurred seemed to call to him, biding his emotion to flood into the caverns of his heart ]
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Date: 2023-05-25 09:06 pm (UTC)They would never need any other person to bind them tight with strings, ropes, silken ties, contracts or simple testimonies on a sheet of paper for they had an eternity of thoughts, whispers, prayers and yes, even words that knotted them up together tighter than any well known pair in ancient history. They were far greater than all the tragics. Romeo and Juliet held nothing over Quentin and Eliot.
Nothing could match the state of their hearts as they collided in this universe, spinning out of control. Liquored lips careening together in liquid kisses, that blurred the lines between what was decent and what was beyond the desperate and needy. They would always blur those lines, between a healthy love affair and the one which would rip apart the world at its seams were they ever not in harmony and accord with one another.
And yet. There was such a sweet serenity, and simplicity to the gentle motions of hands where they drove up a shirt once again, ringing over skin where they had to touch everything that made Quentin, Quentin. Eliot needed again. He ran his fingers over the tiny peaks of the younger magician's nipples and rolled them into sharp points, wanting to hear Quentin gasp his name. He had no idea if he'd be of use in anything, but he had to hear the sounds, needed to feel this bond in this moment. There was a seal to be made over and above the words. ]
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Date: 2023-05-26 12:51 am (UTC)Perhaps this was toxic in some ways, but at the least less toxic than it had with Alice, and he remembered flashes and visions of other lives, of lives lived together; of passionate sex and touching domesticity in between fights and rows. He'd take every fight if he could be assured that at the very end he would be loved.
If Eliot manhandled him in the hallway, he would go into it gladly. Even if Eliot was too alcohol-dicked to do anything; he would sink into the touches as if he was made for them; his back arching the moment that Eliot's fingers found those taut peaks. This was not the least of what the students in this house had seen on a given friday, fuck on a tuesday even-- he was not worried about anyone looking upon this, his entire focus was on Eliot and his teeth bit down into his lower lip as he started to grind in a movement that was both horizontal and vertical-- but what they differed in movement, they shared in that the point of contact was Eliot Waugh.
King of his entire universe. ]
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Date: 2024-03-08 05:09 pm (UTC)Clint lets himself take a moment to press back against Eliot, letting him touch everywhere on his body. They both know where this is heading, so having a little tease like this is even better. He tilts his neck for Eliot to explore. "Just a little further. I have a fire pit and a sauna, and outdoor furniture. We're good." He stays there for another moment and then finally pulls away, leading Eliot to his door and unlocking it. He steps aside to let the other man in first and then follows after him, leaning back against the door invitingly and clicking on the lights.
"Nothin' special but it's home," Clint says. "Come on, let's go out to the patio." He leads Eliot through the apartment and motions to the door. He'll grab the beer and head out right after him.
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Date: 2024-03-08 10:05 pm (UTC)Sliding open the door, Eliot leans out against the rail first thing. He lets the breeze blow against him, and inhales, thanking the gods that he's not back in his old life and that he is still the man that he created out of blood, sweat, magic and tears, so many tears. He may not be at Brighton's currently, but he's in the home of a man that's got the body of a god, and one that doesn't want to shit all over magic-- literally.
Making himself comfortably, Eliot unbuttons his shirt and kicks off his shoes as he walks back and forth, exploring. They are going to have a wonderful weekend indeed. He moves to the table and begins a set of handmotions that magic up a small pink martini that might or might not shoot off tiny little fireworks every now and then. Taking a sip, he leans back. "Perfect, now for my booty call to get out here."
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Date: 2024-03-16 03:52 pm (UTC)"So, I believe we were in the middle of something?" he says, a sleazy grin across his face. He's more than ready to get things moving, and more than that, he came to this date prepared. "You still into it? I mean, I can wine and dine you a little first, if that's what you're itchin' for."