Eliot doesn't get spun like this. Not over some skanky girl in some skanky bar with watered down whiskey and a ten dollar cover...not unless she'd put something in his drink.
Which he's starting to think is a possibility, judging by the way he's letter her paw at him, letting her drag him into the alley, the straps of her tank top sliding over skin greased with sweat...and it isn't that hot, but suddenly, he's sweating too...sweating and pulling at his clothes and kissing her like...like he's going to die if he doesn't...and maybe this is dying, because as she sinks onto his cock (and when did she get his jeans open), his whole body tightens, burns, craves her rocking, her wetness, her heat...and he can't breathe, can't think and holy fuck he's going to come.
There's a shot, and she screams and Eliot's vision swims, he tries to follow her, tries to get up, but his body feels like lead and he finds himself throwing up, groaning and he can't keep himself from passing out on the dirty alley ground.
"Easy." That is decidedly not the girl. Eliot pulls away, opens his eyes.
Shitty motel room, paisley wall paper, lumpy bed, and a guy sitting beside him holding a glass of water. "You're going to want this, and about another twenty just like it. Will help flush the toxin out of your system."
Eliot's eyes narrow. "Toxin? What'd she give me?"
The guy shakes his head. "Doesn't matter. Just drink it, you'll thank me." He rose after Eliot took the glass, crossing to a dresser. "I sent my brother out to get you some food, you're going to need that too."
Eliot got half way through the glass, but his eyes were on the guy's ass. His cock stirs and Eliot finds himself thinking how nice it would feel inside this guy's ass. "I'm Dean."
He turns, holding up both hands as he sees Eliot standing, setting the water aside. "Hold up. I'm sorry I didn't get there before she got all up inside you like that...but..." He licks his lips and Eliot mimics the motion. Dean's eyes flick over him, then to the door and back. "Oh hell, at least you're better looking than the last guy."
His hands unzipped his jeans and before he could move, Eliot was on him, dragging him to the bed and climbing on top of him. Heat surrounded his cock, relief flooding through him.
"I should warn you though, you should finish before my brother gets back, or he'll be jealous." Dean says, his voice muffled by the comforter.
Eliot snaps his hips and Dean's voice trails off in a moan. "I'll finish when I finish, Dean. And maybe then I'll try your brother too."
Behind them the door opens and Eliot hears a heavy sigh. "Damn fucking succubi."
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Date: 2009-01-16 04:41 am (UTC)Which he's starting to think is a possibility, judging by the way he's letter her paw at him, letting her drag him into the alley, the straps of her tank top sliding over skin greased with sweat...and it isn't that hot, but suddenly, he's sweating too...sweating and pulling at his clothes and kissing her like...like he's going to die if he doesn't...and maybe this is dying, because as she sinks onto his cock (and when did she get his jeans open), his whole body tightens, burns, craves her rocking, her wetness, her heat...and he can't breathe, can't think and holy fuck he's going to come.
There's a shot, and she screams and Eliot's vision swims, he tries to follow her, tries to get up, but his body feels like lead and he finds himself throwing up, groaning and he can't keep himself from passing out on the dirty alley ground.
"Easy." That is decidedly not the girl. Eliot pulls away, opens his eyes.
Shitty motel room, paisley wall paper, lumpy bed, and a guy sitting beside him holding a glass of water. "You're going to want this, and about another twenty just like it. Will help flush the toxin out of your system."
Eliot's eyes narrow. "Toxin? What'd she give me?"
The guy shakes his head. "Doesn't matter. Just drink it, you'll thank me." He rose after Eliot took the glass, crossing to a dresser. "I sent my brother out to get you some food, you're going to need that too."
Eliot got half way through the glass, but his eyes were on the guy's ass. His cock stirs and Eliot finds himself thinking how nice it would feel inside this guy's ass. "I'm Dean."
He turns, holding up both hands as he sees Eliot standing, setting the water aside. "Hold up. I'm sorry I didn't get there before she got all up inside you like that...but..." He licks his lips and Eliot mimics the motion. Dean's eyes flick over him, then to the door and back. "Oh hell, at least you're better looking than the last guy."
His hands unzipped his jeans and before he could move, Eliot was on him, dragging him to the bed and climbing on top of him. Heat surrounded his cock, relief flooding through him.
"I should warn you though, you should finish before my brother gets back, or he'll be jealous." Dean says, his voice muffled by the comforter.
Eliot snaps his hips and Dean's voice trails off in a moan. "I'll finish when I finish, Dean. And maybe then I'll try your brother too."
Behind them the door opens and Eliot hears a heavy sigh. "Damn fucking succubi."