[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.]
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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.]