[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...