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Para || Serious Discussions

WHO: August + Eli WHERE: Elijah’s apartment WHAT: Elijah has to tell August about the incident with Beau, and August has some things to tell Elijah as well. Serious discussion ensues with very unexpected results.

Eli had given August an open invitation - hell, he'd all but given him his spare key - so there wasn't any way to avoid him, not for long. The first day he was back was busy, Eli distracted himself with a double shift at the hospital with barely a couple of quick naps to sustain him, and knew before he got home that August would be there waiting for him. A part of him was thrilled by that prospect, ecstatic that he was coming home to someone warm and inviting. A smaller part was fucking terrified, because he couldn't avoid talking forever. He dropped his bag by the fro t door, hung his keys and shouted to the apartment. "Hey, I'm home! You around?"

August had curled himself up on the couch and stretched out as much as he could. There was food on the table and a sick feeling in his stomach that he hadn't been able to escape while arranging the food Mal had made. "In the living room!" Augustus called, already lighting up at seeing Elijah for the first time in days despite the fact that he knew he'd have to tell him what happened and why he'd run like hell from LA afterwards. As soon as he saw ELijah he was shoving everything to the side to bring him in to a kiss that definitely spoke of more than 'no, it's nothing official' even if he was continuously denying it.

Despite his hesitancy and denial, Eli couldn't help the flood of warmth that washed through him as soon as he saw August, meeting him in the kiss and pouring so much more into it than he was used to. He wanted to tear their clothes off, get closer, as close as possible. But things needed to be said, and if they weren't out in the open right away Eli just knew that he would chicken out. "Hey, nice to see you too," he said with a chuckle, pulling back to rest his forehead against August's, his hands cupping his face gently. "I gotta, uh...I gotta talk to you about something. Not like a bad something. Fuck, I'm bad at this sort of thing." He dropped his hands and couldn't muster up a smile, only grimacing a little as his chest twisted. If it was over it would hurt. And fuck, he had been trying so hard to avoid that. "While you were down in LA, I almost hooked up with someone. I mean we - I would have, if he didn't stop it first. And I just...I don't want to do stupid shit like that when we're together. If we're...together."

August waited for the words to come out and if he was honest, it did feel a little like someone shoving an ice pick into his chest and twisting it. There was something distinctly territorial going on inside his chest, he'd freely admit that. But what right did he even have to be upset? He'd almost done the same thing, and because of that it was only those last words that really gave him pause. "I was going to talk to you too. About the same thing, actually. I hooked up with someone while I was in Los Angeles and..." It hurt to get out, and he reached for Elijah's hands like they'd be able to ground him somehow. "Couldn't stay after. Had to leave. I fucking like you and......" Maybe the words had to be ground out but it was only because emotional and serious wasn't something he did all that well. "Together. Together's what I want to be. What we should be. What it felt like we were."

Eli felt somehow like he'd been punched in the gut. Winded, sore, knocked flat. For as horrible and awkward and afraid as he felt almost sleeping with Beau, this was worse. He'd never considered himself particularly territorial, had made sure to be as accepting and open as he could be, but the mental image of August with someone else crushed him in a way he didn't think was possible. Nimbly, he drew August into another kiss, light at first and then needy, a little desperate. "I like you too. More than just this what we've been doing, just fucking around." He laughed, voice a little hoarse. "Shit, I thought you were going to leave. I thought - I'm fucking bad at this, you gotta know that. I keep a weird fucking schedule, I forget to call when I'm late, I'm not the best at remembering shit like birthdays or anniversaries or whatever. And I... I like you. So much. I want to be with you, I don't give a shit what you did in LA."

August wrapped around him like an octopus, the image not particularly appealing but there was nothing else he could find as accurate of a description. The kisses were heated but not necessarily sexual. More trying to get his fill of Elijah after being so sure this could only go one of two ways. "Not going to leave. Can't leave." He buried his face in Elijah's throat for a second and just breathed him in before peppering kisses wherever he could find free skin. "Not great at it either. Business meetings and school, long hours and a short temper with most everyone but you. I'm an ass, Elijah, but I like you too, and I want to... we should try this. This thing. Want to do it right. We can get past all the other shit, it's doable, and if it's not at least we're giving it a damn good go."

"We can figure it out," Eli said, the nerves that are on fire from anxiety quashed by August's closeness, the kisses. He holds on hard, hands clenched in the back of August's shirt as he buries his face in the other man's neck too. It's all he can do not to completely climb on top of him, squash him into the couch, make sure that he can't change his mind suddenly and leave. His words are comforting but anxiety-inducing - Elijah doesn't want promises, because promises can be broken. He doesn't want to think about all the many, many things that could go wrong because he needs this. He needs August. "Does this make us boyfriends?" He chokes on a laugh, then busts out with it, the sound rolling out of him as he keeps on holding. "Jesus. It sounds so fucking... I don't know. This is intense and boyfriend sounds like something out of a goddamn teen movie. Fuck. You want to be my boyfriend? Cause I gotta tell you, I want you to be my boyfriend, Southern."

August had never used the term before. Never. It was something so juvenile but he couldn't help the answering snort and rolling laughter, collapsing back on the couch and bringing Elijah with him on the way down. "Makes us sound like goddamn teenagers, peaches. Though if that's you asking then consider this an official yes and promise to find a term that's not god-awful eventually." It was not at all where he had expected this night to go. Nowhere close. Not that it made anything easier, per se, but it was still a light that Augustus planned to cling to.

Elijah: "Man, I haven't had an official boyfriend since high school." Eli grinned as he laid down atop August, pressing smiling kisses wherever he could reach and settling comfortably between his boyfriend's legs. That was still hilarious. "What about sugar daddy? Except instead of yachts you buy me...I don't know, pizza?" The words were a clear joke, he had absolutely no intention of letting August pay for his shit. "Datemate? Lover?"

"I've never had one, so you've got one up on me." Fuck but Elijah was heavy - though right now he was pretty grateful for the weight. Felt solid, real, like it wouldn't all dissipate as soon as they got comfortable. "Sugar daddy! Hey, I'd feed you your weight in pizza. Might have to up our sex life just to work all of it off," he teased, stretching his legs out underneath Elijah and leaning up to kiss him. "Lover sounds sexy. Datemate sounds... I mean, hell, it works. Why do they never fucking update these terms? Did they expect everyone to be married at eighteen?"

"Deal. Pizza and sex, sounds amazing." He shifted to catch August's lips with his, hands wandering to his waist to hold him, solid and real and incredible. He was almost afraid to move, afraid all this might be some absurd fucking feverdream from being overworked and sleep deprived. "Nah, gay marriage wasn't legalized back when the terms came around, I bet they just called us 'sodomists'. Lovers, though, I kinda like it."

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augustusatmousai-blog · 8 years ago

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Para || Afterglow

WHO: August + Eli WHEN: A few months ago WHERE: August’s house WHAT: (A little NSFW.) A lot of discussion and getting to know each other better (while naked in bed in the afterglow, because fitting). UNFINISHED

Eli, spent and satisfied, rolled over to stretch out on August's big bed, still basking in the afterglow. Damn but the man was great in bed. And on car, on counter tops... Turning his head to look at him, Eli rested a hand on his own stomach and smiled. "You're good at this. Better than I expected, since you have 'I'm a straight guy' written all over you." Leaning over, he kissed August's bare shoulder, then gave it a teasing bite as he grinned up at him. "How long have you been into guys? And don't bullshit me, I know you were married and you're from the south and you've got this whole alpha male thing going on. Combo speaks to closet living."

Augustus would've usually gone still and clammed up at the topic but he felt fucking fantastic, and he was so sated that nothing felt off the table at the moment. "Should've still had 'fantastic, attentive lover' in much brighter letters." Which was clearly his ego speaking, but it's not like Elijah didn't know that he had one. His fingers went up to run through the other man's hair as he turned a little on his side to face him. "Since I was 11. Not really the sort of thing you talk about, or explore. Never did all that much about it until after my marriage was officially unspokenly open and on the way to ruined, but it's been around a long time. You can bench press me with one arm and I'm the one bleeding alpha male?"

Elijah: "Oh, well that too. Got a lot of space for big neon letters, you know. I think I see 'smartass' somewhere on there too." He leaned as if looking down at August's ass, and in fact it was a pretty decent view. Reaching down to grab it, he pulled the man just a bit closer and kept his hand there. He listened, watching August's face as he spoke. "Eleven? And you're from South Carolina? That's rough." Even in NYC there had been discrimation growing up, perhaps especially because of the neighborhoods he grew up in, but from everything he knew about the southern bible belt he had nothing to complain about. "I'm so gay I can't even think straight. Doesn't matter how many muscles I got, it's still pretty fucking obvious what I'm into." Leaning in close, Eli nipped his lower lip. "Right now, that's you. Are you out to your folks?"

Augustus wiggled his ass and presented it a little, very clearly showing off for the sake of the joke. "Please feel free to write it on my ass anytime you feel the need to. It was pretty shitty, even if people were pretty chill about it there were still more than a handful that'd happily chuck you to the wolves and lay it all out for the tabloids as a scandal. Or the bible thumpers. Lot of those." Not that August didn't still have the religious aspects buried somewhere deep in his bones but it wasn't anything similar to what he'd grown with as far as he was concerned. "Specially obvious when you're checking me out. Have we completely stopped even being subtle about the constant sexual appetite? I've stopped counting how often we're gay together." The tone was still light hearted but he had to force it when his parents were brought up. "On their best days they just don't give two shits what I do as a whole, on their worst days I'd probably end up getting a lecture about the Bible and my reputation. Haven't hidden it from them but I definitely never told them to their face."

Elijah: Turned on his side and facing August, Eli rested his head on his bicep and took it all in. They were naked in bed together, having a conversation about some pretty personal shit, and August hadn't kicked him to the curb yet. He had no doubt the man would be polite and courteous if he did, but Eli was starting to relax and feel welcome despite some of his preconceived notions. "Ah, good old bible thumpers. You should memorize scripture and recite it right back at them sometime, the reaction is great." He kept his hand on August's ass and squeezed as he raised his brows. "Us? Gay? Whatever would give anyone that impression? You know, I think it still counts as just one good gay time, since we've been gay for each other since we met." Now he was just having fun trying to fit the word in as much as he could. The thought of August's parents not giving a shit about him, though, had Eli's brows drawing together and his mouth pulling tight into a somber expression. "That sucks, man. I'm sorry. My mom knew as soon as I did, maybe even before then, but she and J and I are tight."

Augustus darted in enough to kiss Eli as close to the lips as possible. It was something he didn't usually do, the whole casual affection thing, but he was starting to get more fond of it by the minute. "Tried that a few time but the splutters usually ended in someone threatening to call my mother. Which really would be the definition of hell and they just didn't get that." It was hard to stop the chuckles that turned into full fledged laughing which turned into belly laughs and it took him a few minutes to calm back down. "No, no, god, stop I'm gonna choke!" He clutched at his side, finally collapsing a little closer to Elijah as the topic got heavier. "Yeah? What was it like growing up with that? Did the support help with the whole... coming to terms with things?"

Elijah: Eli grinned wide as August laughed, the sound like music to his ears. Goddamn it was nice, to make him laugh and smile like that, and it surprised Eli how much he wanted to do that again sometime, and then keep doing it for a long while. Focusing on the now, he drew August in closer to him and moved his hand up to his waist to hold him, thumb drawing circles in his skin. "I didn't have anything to come to terms with, you know? It wasn't some existential crisis for me, once I got to the age where kids start thinking people are attractive, I was attracted to guys and not girls. My mom, she's always been respectful, so I grew up hearing shit about being gay but not from her, and since she's the smartest woman I know I took her word for it and not anyone else's." Leaning in, he kissed along the man's shoulder lightly, barely-there touches of lips without any goal in mind. "I got lucky, though. I started to get that in high school, that people aren't as smart as my mom."

Augustus: Augustus shuddered briefly under the touch and arched up into it, only trying to get some hint of connection being solidified. Like a reminder of everything that'd happened that evening but a little safer for anyone else's eyes. "Yeah? That must have been so damn amazing to not have that worry hanging there. Not influencing everything you do." Maybe there was a little jealousy there but nothing that he'd let show through anytime soon, nothing that Augustus planned on focusing on. His head tilted back to give Elijah easier access to his throat and encouraging it even. "They're not but one parent who's like that is enough that it should be enjoyed. Nothing like most every other parent that I've ever met, but that just sort of... signifies just how great she is. Did she ever hate a boyfriend of yours?"

Elijah: Eli moved his hand to August's lower back, a playing his fingers out to cover more surface area and then gently massaging the muscles there. "There's always something to worry about, but yeah. I'm glad that wasn't." He heard the tone in August's voice, continuing the kisses along his shoulder and neck. He chuckled against the warm skin, shaking his head. "Yeah, most of them. No one was ever really good enough for her boys, but she made damn sure we lived up to that. The only one either of us dated that she really liked was Belle, but I think that had more to do with her being a lost kid than J's girlfriend. Mom has a soft spot a mile wide for that sort of thing. She'd like you, though."

Augustus considered it exactly the warm comfort that always seemed to radiate from Elijah. The man bled warm and now was definitely no exception. "Not surprising if you're anything to go by. Takes a certain kind of person to help people on the daily, to help with pain and suffering and not let it get to them, make them bitter and twisted." It's something he'd noticed a lot in his parents' richer medical-profession friends and it'd taken a long time to learn it wasn't just the money that made them that way. "She'd like me? Why?" August was only someone parents liked when he was putting on a front, typically, but he was also more used to the standard cookie cutter parents than a real parent who genuinely gave a shit about people.

Elijah: "It's part of the job," he said, but the reality was that he chose the job because that was part of him. It just so happened to mesh well, trying to make people feel better and the medical profession. Talking about his mom always made him smile and he hid it in the crux of August's neck, giving him a hickey just above where his collar would fall. Someone would notice later and know that he'd been with someone, and it excited Eli that it was him. "Same vein as Belle, you're a lost soul. Or at least she'd see it that way. In her estimation anyone with too much money ain't getting enough love to counteract it." Taking his lover's hands and pressing them to the pillows above his head, Eli rolled on top of him, careful not to let his whole weight down. "Can we quit talking about my ma now? It's starting to get weird."

Augustus 's fingers ran another path through Elijah's hair and settled at the base of his neck with fingers properly tangled. "She's not wrong. Wouldn't mind letting a mama fuss over me a bit," Augustus admitted, free hand trailing over Elijah absentmindedly until he had a semi-lapful of Elijah and the grin came back easily. "Only got weird when you got frisky," he teased as his hands found a familiar resting place on the man's ass and held him in place. He leaned up for another kiss and let it linger for more than just a few beats. "Would you rather discuss the boner I've currently got digging into my thigh?" God, it was stupid easy to fall into this familiar want with Elijah, easy enough he didn't hesitate to seek out the areas that he knew were going to make him react with such familiar noises.

Elijah: "Maybe I'll try to fly her out here soon, she's never been to California and might get a kick out of it." And the idea of his mom meeting August, strangely, didn't phase him in the least. Although why would it? They were just friends anyway. Eli dropped all thought of his mother as August grabbed his ass, automatically rocking his hips against the other man. "I would rather discuss you. Get to know you better." He tried for more kisses, glad for their close height because it meant not having to bend or adjust. And god, there was so much more room to work than in his car. "So you've known for a while you're bisexual. Unless your wife was a beard?"

Augustus was admittedly excited at the prospect. Having never really had close family of his own the idea of someone treating him as such was exciting - even better if it was someone who he was already really close friends with like Elijah. "You can ask whatever you'd like to know," Augustus assured him, hands going to both sides of his hips to hold him in place and get the most out of the positioning. "Not a beard. Pretty sure I'm biromantic and more homosexual if the internet is to be believed. Guess biromantic and bisexual would work? There's a lot of terms, I'm really not sure. Is that weird?"

Elijah: "Look at you, with all the self-aware terminology! It's not weird, not at all." He shook his head, bending again to catch August's lips in a brief kiss. "I'm impressed. Most people, anyone who doesn't hang out the internet anyway, just kind of goes for the typical box that gets closest. Gay, straight, lesbian. No extrapolation or examination of the boxes." Hands wandering up the man's chest, Eli smiled down at him and shook his head. "You're new to this though, yeah? This," he said, indicating himself and the room as if implicating the whole situation without saying the actual words

Augustus leveled a look at Elijah but snorted out a laugh instead of smacking out at him. "Google was my friend. Sterling was also a huge help since he's as gay as they come and knew a lot about the LGBT scene and the terminology surrounding it. Kind of brought me a list when I mentioned being confused.." Which had been a constant source of anxiety growing up, but now that they were older it wasn't quite as big of a deal as it used to be, especially since Sterling was good enough at charming the higher society that most people didn't care. "Yeah. Very new to this." Not that he knew exactly what this was but August was new to it either way. He tugged Elijah in for a kiss and used it to distract himself briefly from the heavier conversation. "Well, this this. Not sex with a guy," he clarified, though he still didn't try to pinpoint what "this" really meant.

Elijah: "Sterling huh? Any chance you can introduce us? Only if he's as hot as you." Eli grinned along with the joke, and it was a joke. Not only was he absolutely not that shallow, despite his weak spot for guys who look like August with the confidence to match, he somehow couldn't imagine up and fucking August's best friend. His smile softened against his lover's mouth and he deepened the kiss, sinking into it wholeheartedly. It wasn't just sexual, and it wasn't just because he liked to kiss, but because of the man he was laying on top of. Hell, he didn't know what all of it meant either, just that he wanted to keep doing it. The mood felt heavy, too heavy suddenly, and Eli shifted so that he was between August's legs, pushing them out to the sides with his hand under the knees, his erection pressing against August's ass as his voice took on a teasing tone. "But you're definitely a top."

Augustus "He can't hold a candle to me on his best days." August's grin was cocky but he took it as the joke that it was. If anyone could, it'd be Sterling - or Elijah - and he knew that all too well. It was all too easy to sink into the mood that had his mind racing to try and figure out when and where it'd switched over into something much more serious. There was no real one place he could pinpoint but August figured that it was one-sided, at least for now. That was something to have a genuine discussion over and that hadn't happened yet, and maybe it wouldn't, he didn't know but didn't want to push or rush anything either. The movement brought an unintentional groan and head falling back. "Top. Yeah, top. Never done it any other way."

Elijah: Eli liked August cocky, liked that he knew how hot he was and how much Eli wanted him, even on a bad day. If the man ever had bad days, which Elijah was seriously starting to doubt. The big reveal that August had never bottomed before wasn't all that surprising to Eli - he'd been with a lot of guys, and while they were all individual there was a pretty obvious difference between the ones who liked strictly to top, the ones who just liked to bottom, and the ones who didn't particularly care as long as they got dick somehow such as Eli himself. Although, August's reaction wasnt exactly a negative one. "Yeah? Why's that?" He didnt want to goad August into doing something he wasnt uncomfortable with, and hell the man probably wouldnt be able to take him even if he wanted to at that, so he tread carefully. Even so, his hands slid down August's thighs to his ass, spreading him so that the tip of his cock could brush his hole, watching his face to see how that went. "I won't lie, having you inside me feels amazing."

Augustus couldn't deny that if felt good. Not as good as being on the opposite end of things but it was just enough for there to be a shudder that went through him, a thought that started to form even if it didn't complete himself. "I...." For a second, Augustus wasn't really sure if he should be honest, since he knew how it could come across, especially given why he tended to think the way he did. "Wasn't very manly, y'know? Already screwing with what my parents want by being into guys, it felt like even more of a betrayal to... Be on the.... receiving end. Didn't feel right." For a second he could do nothing but whimper but August tried desperately to keep his body from betraying him. "Tell me when and where and I'll fuck you silly anytime you want." His voice had gotten gravelly low, and he knew it.

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Para || First Date

WHO: August + Eli WHEN: A few months ago WHERE: August’s car WHAT: (NSFW! Very, very NSFW). On the way to their first date August and Eli get a little too risky and then things devolve into sexy. Starts with Skype formatting and turns into Chatzy formatting.

"We could order pizza instead, stay in..." Eli grinned at the man, still too new to be a good friend but too interesting to just be an acquaintance. He didn't hide the suggestion in the statement, crossing his arms over his broad chest as he leaned against the threshold of Augustus' house, close enough to be poking into his personal space. "You thinking red or white wine with pepperoni and olives? I feel like it would go with...what was it called, merlot?" He mispronounces it, mer-lott. "Ooor you could step out of that tiny comfort zone of yours and have a craft brew."

"Or we could bite the bullet and go for In N' Out... then come back here and eat, stick to the staying in theme." There was a strange excitement bubbling in Augustus' stomach. This was the closest he'd come to a date since his divorce - and while he wasn't exactly sure how he'd do (or if this even was an actual date?) it was still a thrill. "Please tell me I don't need to give you pronunciation lessons for wine," he drawled, emphasizing the Southern drawl the best that he could for added effect. "I'll even try this craft beer of yours but I'm going to need you to ensure it's the best of the best. Don't doubt my ability to tell when something's cheap as dirt."

Hands still in his pockets, Eli took a step forward so that they were nearly chest to chest, casual and unimposing despite having an inch on him in height and being broader by half. "Cute accent. I don't need lessons, worked bussing tables in a fancy ass place in the city all through junior year. Maybe you could teach me another thing or two later, though. After we go out," he tacked on, stepping back again into the doorway. "We can play it by ear. Come back here if we get bored of the fancy dinner scene and get acquainted with some burgers and beer instead." This time he did pull his hand out of his pocket, offering it to August with a raised brow.

Augustus leaned in easily, taking that last step forward and keeping the tone as casual as Eli somehow managed to. The "what kind of things?" was murmured against Eli's cheek before he pulled his head back and smirked a little. As into the idea of going out as he was it was still his hope to get the other man back in his apartment later. "Works for me. Best of both worlds." Augustus took the hand with barely a moment of thought and nodded towards the Bentley in the driveway. "You driving or do you want to take my baby?" He left the question hanging in the air, only grinning with a quick tilt of one side of his mouth.

Eli wasn't shy by any stretch of the imagination but he did like to play it on the mysterious side, occasionally. "Your baby?" He took a look over his shoulder at the Bentley and laughed. "That's a death trap. Looks like fun, let's do it." August's hand in his, he headed to the car and opened the driver's side door for him before leaning in to catch his lips in a quick, barely-there kiss. "Lead on, fancy pants."

"She's surprisingly safe... when someone else is driving her." The admittance had his lip quirking up, but the kiss had him seeking out another that ended just as quickly before he slid into the driver's seat. His first instinct when Eli settled in was to offer up the coveted iPod for him to choose the music. It was an easy way to learn about someone and if current information was anything to go by Eli generally had good taste (at least he really, really hoped that extended to music). "Please tell me you don't stick to Top 40."

Eli slid into his own seat comfortably, taking the iPod to flip through tunes. He liked music, all music really, but it was nice to see that August had plenty variety to choose from. "Don't hate on Top 40, I can always fuck with Timberlake." He found some Hozier and hit play, turned the volume low enough to talk over but still have ambient sound. The car was fast and, despite being a death trap, kind of exciting - another fact he attributed to the man driving. "I like variety, depending on my mood or whatever I'm doing. Top 40, R&B, jazz, blues, rock. Whatever suits. So you're an actor, huh?"

August couldn't hold back the snort as he made the necessary turn out of the neighborhood. "Timberlake was good back when he first went solo but I can't get into the newer stuff." The song was a personal favorite of his and here or there he'd sing along low enough to barely be heard, almost like the singing was subconscious. "Nice transition. More of a rock fan myself, but yes! Future actor. I've got a place in Los Angeles so I don't have to crash in hotels for auditions. Which extreme, I know, but I like having the option to head out as needed. You happy working at the medical center or do you have bigger dreams?"

"Oh come on. I love some Sexyback as much as the next guy, but TKO? Should be on every sex playlist. Feel free to make fun of me for having sex playlists," he added with a laugh, happily straining his ears to try and hear August sing along to the music. "Don't need big dreams, already doing what I'm supposed to be doing right now. What's LA like?" Curiosity had him leaning over the center console, bracing himself on August's seat back so that he could lean in without pushing on him and disrupting the driving. And then he disrupted anyway, laying kisses down August's throat as casually as he held down the conversation. "You have a nice voice."

"It'd be pretty hypocritical given I've got an entire playlist of Hozier and Clean Bandit and the like tucked into a NSFW playlist." Augustus grinned readily as he stretched his legs in the driver's side and listened with full attention. "This what you always dreamed of? It's... loud. So loud, with people everywhere. Some areas are seedy and some you wonder if you'll run into millionaires, and the food is less hipster and more delicious. I'm debating moving there altogether after graduation... but my pups are attached to this house and living by the lake," he admitted, body arching in an instant reaction to the sensation of Eli's lips, free hand going down to grip at Eli's thigh the best he could. "You have nice lips. Don't even need to be singing." He started humming along to Take Me To Church quietly and emphasized certain parts in his own form of retaliation.

"Its what I'm supposed to be doing," Eli repeated, with his mouth still working on a spot on August's neck that had the man's breath hitching in a nice way. "The dogs are right, Tahoe is great. Less great without you in it, but I can see the appeal of LA. New York of the West coast." Eli scooted closer as much as he could in the tight space, pressed right up against the center console. He didn't touch August with anything but his mouth, even if he wanted to. Lips trailed up to his ear and teeth experimentally took the lobe between them. "Good song," he whispered. "How far?"

"New York of the west coast.... So accurate...." August's mind was already wandering and the control it took to focus solely on the road was pretty great. His hips wanted to jerk up even if the kisses from Eli were relatively PG-13 but he forced himself to stay still and just [i]enjoy[/i] himself. "How far?" His brain was starting to fog up just enough that it took August a second to realize what he was even talking about. "In the song? Oh! Oh, fuck. No ah... we've got.... fifteen minutes or so. I think." A quick glance at the GPS told him he was right and his free hand went over to squeeze Eli's thigh in the only show of just how much he wanted to be getting his hands on the other man right now.

Eli grinned against the skin of August's throat, the man's reactions everything he could have hoped for. He was flustering the great Augustus Abbott - not that the 'great' part meant much to him other than in a nominal sense, he didn't know August the Billionaire Businessman. Who he did know was August the guy with the fast car who got flustered by neck kisses, who loved to dance and loved his dogs. That was enough for Eli. "Keep your eyes on the road, August." He left quick nips along the other man's skin, taking his hand and moving it from his thigh to his crotch to show him that he wasn't unaffected despite his calm, reasonable tone.

"Says the walking, talking distraction. How does anyone get any work done with you around?" The words were said entirely without heat - at least of the irritated kind, the heat currently spreading was a lot more of the kind that would lead to them never making it to the restaurant. Elijah's prominent boner under his hands /really/ only made it worse and when he squeezed the clothed cock it wasn't without August's own measure of teasing.

His laugh was deeper than usual, into husky, throaty territory as his arousal deepened his voice and had him practically growling against August's warm skin. He could feel the car making its way around turns, speeding through the dark and it was stupid to be distracting the driver as he was but damn if it didn't make it that much more enticing. "Thanks, you're not so bad yourself. Everyone gives me the shitty shifts," he answered, pressing his hips up so that he rubbed against August's hand. His own gripped hard against the seat back and the dashboard as he kissed lower, past where shirt covered up the other man's chest and bending to go lower at an angle that would be awful if he didn't do yoga.

His free hand on the steering wheel was tightening to the point where his knuckles could easily turn white. This was the most reckless thing August had done in a long time but sometime over the last 10 minutes he'd hit a point where he just couldn't bring himself to mind. "Can't let you work busy shifts or the nurses would be walking into walls and adding to the patient list." It was such an easy thing to lift his hips up to encourage Elijah, but August was barely resisting the urge to let his eyes drift shut so he could just enjoy it. It was almost a rhythm to turn the wheel just so and let the heel of his hand grind against Eli at the same time. Kept him steady. For now.

"Hey, it comes in handy when we gotta give the trauma patients something to live for. Seeing my mug is as good a reason as any." There's a spot just above the hem of August's pants and below his shirt where a sliver of skin peeks out. Eli slid his tongue along it, pressing just beneath the waistband above where he wanted to be. Intent on teasing as he's being teased, he didn't use his hand to unclasp the pants yet and only covered the bulge with his mouth, moaning to send vibrations into August's cock.

"Not gonna lie, I get into a pretty severe accident I'd definitely stay alive for that angel face.... but I expect kisses and I'm betting most of them don't." It was the closest to sweet he could get with Eli's mouth this close to his crotch. For a second August's eyes wandered and he had to pull them back to the almost-empty road as his hand tightened and did its best to stroke along the curve of Eli's cock. Jerking someone off with clothes still on was a first, one he did his best to give solid attention as those lips found where he'd hoped they would and made the most delicious sensations. "Trying to tease is cruel, E."

"You'd get more than that, but only if you got better." The hand rubbing him off through his jeans was distracting, making it hard to think rationally. What had started as a simple tease because he wanted to see August's reaction had spiraled and Eli wanted to taste him. Finally his hand came down to undo August's pants, pulling his cock free of the confines of his clothing as Eli gave it a couple quick strokes and twisted even more over the center console to slide his tongue along the shaft.

"How much more are we talking? Blowjob in the nurse's office? Quick fuck in my office? My mind went to all the most inappropriate work scenarios...." The cool air hit him but was quickly overpowered by Eli's mouth, his most base reaction to work his way under Eli's pants as best he could at the angle and try to get his hand properly around him. It was getting harder to see anything /but/ Elijah and looking down happened more and more often until August felt the car drift and had to slam down hard on the brakes before twisting the steering wheel as much as he could when August saw a car move in front of them as they inched into the other lane.

One second Eli was reaching between his own legs to help August get access, only getting started on his administrations, and the next there were squealing brakes filling his ears, a car horn, and a million horrifying images flashing before his eyes. Car crash cases, from severe to horrific, flipped through his head like a filofax, all the facts and statistics listed out so clinically, such a stark contrast to the pounding in his chest. He had been thrown against the dashboard, knee crashed onto the floor in front of his seat and his sheer bulk and the lack of space the only reason he hadn't gone into the windshield. "Jesus," he breathed when he finally realized they were both okay - stopped in the middle of the road with their dicks out but okay. "Jesus, August, I'm so sorry. Are you okay? Jesus."

The other car speeding off with a flipped off middle finger instead of stopping to help was something August saw out of his peripheral vision and he couldn't breath enough to stop them. The way he'd been relaxed had kept him from tensing up too much and doing any real damage - or freaking out and making the almost-accident any worse - but his heart was slamming in his chest before answering he was already giving ELijah a once-over to make sure there was no damage anywhere. "Yeah, yeah. Bruised up a little I think. Fuck. Are you okay? There's no blood, I don't see any blood." Not that it'd been enough to cause that kind of damage but the whole thing had been a shock and August's mind was running a hundred miles a minute as he white-knuckled the steering wheel.

Eli pulled himself up from the floorboard, and though he felt like he maybe should have been shaking he wasn't. He was calm. Unnaturally calm now, hyperfocused on every detail - from the way August's breathing stayed too fast, his knuckles on the steering wheel, every ache in his body. "No blood. I'm fine. A twisted knee, that's all." His eyes were licked on August, on someone he liked. Maybe even cared about, who he'd put in danger. Because, what? He wanted to blow him in a moving car? His voice was even and low, hand reaching out to cover August's on the wheel even as his gut twisted. "We're okay, no one got hurt. Can you pull over to the shoulder? We can stop until...until we're cool to drive again."

"We can get ice. We can get you ice and - do you know what to do for it? That's a dumb question, of course you were." The words kept spilling out and Augustus couldn't stop the flow that had turned to something akin to rambling. There wasn't a second thought before trying to loose his hand from the steering wheel so he could turn it over and lace their fingers together. "Yeah. Give me just a second?" A few breaths and August was slowly manuevering the car over to a safer area and only letting his eyes slip shut when they'd parked. "Never gotten in a wreck," he finally admitted. "About the only wild child thing I never put on my paparazzi record."

Eli pulled August's hand to his mouth in unconscious automation, kissing the back of it gently as they drove slow to the shoulder then let it go again so that he could park. As the engine cut out, Eli tucked himself back into his pants, not exactly hard anymore, and let out a slow breath. "Went upstate once when we were ten, Albany or somewhere I think. Took my mom's cousin's Chevy for a joyride and got about a block before wrapping it around a stop sign. J took the blame." He didn't know why he said it, it wasn't the first thing he thought of. ER codes for a pileup, a car rolling off the highway, Augustus on a slab. The thought terrified him, cooling him to ice somewhere deep down. "I'm sorry."

Following in Eli's footsteps seemed like a simple way to calm himself down. Tucked back in to his dress pants, buttoned and zipped and properly concealed. For a second he was worried that maybe the incident would be the end of their evening together but... maybe not the best time to worry about that. "What made you decide to go on a joyride? Perks of having a twin." His smile was a little shaky still but it didn't take quite as long for his heartbeat to even out at least. "Why are you sorry? I felt myself drifting and never asked you to stop. Didn't want to ask you to stop. Didn't even consider the consequences. Felt good, and I..." He trailed off and gave a slightly more awkward smile. "Now we know our limits right?"

"It was there, no one we knew in brooklyn had a car." Eli still felt shaken, still felt that cold seeping into his bones, but the feeling was ebbing with the distance from their almost-crash. The flashes of massacre have faded and August real and safe beside him was taking precedence. He reached over to take his hand again, palms together and fingers laced. "I shouldn't have been pressing like that...It was stupid. Dangerous." He turned to face August, pulling him him gently to meet him halfway and setting his free hand against the man's cheek to draw him into a slow and gentle kiss. "No more foreplay in moving cars seems like a solid rule of thumb."

Augustus could soak up the feeling of having someone close. Someone who seemed to innately know how to calm him down. "Stupid seems a little harsh. Dangerous fits, though," he admitted, the kiss enough to make him forget what happened for the time being. At least for a few moments. Elijah had a way of making him feel everything wholeheartedly and the kiss was really no exception. Easing into it was exactly what he needed to start feeling like himself again. "Doesn't mean we're erasing foreplay altogether, right?"

Elijah: Eli considered pulling back, but the closeness in the dark car surrounded by quiet nighttime was as much a balm on his anxiety as anything. With a few minutes of peace in his system now he was starting to miss that rush of excitement, the adrenaline that came with doing something dangerous and, yes, stupid. He ramped down on it, distracting himself with the very nice feel of August's mouth on his. He couldn't remember when he'd last made out with someone in a car. College, probably. "Hell no," he answered, grinning against August's mouth. He let go of the man's cheek to reach down and cup his crotch, as unsubtle as ever. "Didn't say anything about parked cars, did I?" He rubbed through the pants one good time and then pulled his hand away to rest against the other's thigh instead. "Unless you want to get going. I can probably behave myself."

Augustus 's vivid flashes of negative images were rapidly fading from his brain and it was the biggest relief. "Not so worried about flashing police lights, hot stuff?" It was as far from an actual complaint as Augustus could get - the slowly chubbing up boner was a clear sign of that. He was already leaning into him when the hands pulled away and he let out the most audible whine as he sought after the now-missing kiss. "No. No, we should most definitely not behave. Behaving is solely for moving vehicles and those without the imagination to get sexy wherever they want."

Elijah: "Cops? Nah. Been down that road before, not so scary after the first time you're arrested for public indecency." Man, that whine did things to him. Eli stayed just a tiny bit distant, his hand moving back to the growing bulge in August's pants but stopping just shy. "You sure about that? We could just forget about the whole foreplay thing. Go on to dinner..." He leaned in to press a kiss to August's neck under his ear. "...Have some of that wine you like so much."

Augustus 's laugh was loud and bright, spilling out into the night air. "How many times have you been arrested for public indecency?" Both hands went up to Elijah's (very impressive) arms and did his best to keep them in place, maybe a little needier than usual after such an emotional rollercoaster in such a short span of time. "Only way dinner sounds more appealing is if you're blowing me under the table," he teased. Mostly teased. Fifty percent...? Whichever, as long as you're not stopping what you're doing."

Elijah: "Twice, but only charged once and I was a teenager so it got purged from my record. Squeaky clean." There's an edge of desperation that usually isn't there for Eli. He'd normally be content to tease August until neither of them could stand it, but the air is charged with the excitement of just being alive, palpable relief clinging to their skin. He slides his hand under August's waistband to get better access to what he wants, returning to the man's lips with another, more solid kiss. "Dont stop this?"

Augustus "Squeaky clean? Mmm surprisingly, all nefarious acts in cars aside, I can see it. You're just so wholesome." August's hands wander over a clothed chest, palms brushing nipples before resting back at his neck - like giving himself an order to behave, for now. "Yes. That. Don't stop that. Your hands are free to go wherever the hell they want to go right now. As long as it's mutual."

Elijah: Eli had to laugh at the wholesome description, certainly the first time he could recall being called that. His hand wraps around August's shaft, not thst there's a ton of space in the confines of the pants to work with. "My hands want to be right here," he says, pressing his forehead to August's as the man grazes his nipples, sensitive from the piercings he'd opted to wear for their dinner out. Wishful thinking, maybe, but maybe warranted considering where his hands are. "Definitely mutual. Fuck, August. You're goddamn sexy, you know. And this tiny ass car is not made for shit like this. I feel like I'm about to get friendly with the gearshift here."

Augustus gave the middle console a thoughtful look before his own palm slid down to grope at Elijah through the few barriers left between them. "Fuck," he breathed out, back arching up and body automatically curling in towards Elijah in the process. "How inappropriate is it to turn the car around right now and head back to mine? Pressing you back against a bedroom pillow sounds that much more enjoyable right now." His cock twitched against Eli's hand, all subtlety thrown out the window as something like need took over.

Elijah: "You want to wait that long?" Eli pressed into August's hand, a low groan in his throat as he tightened his grip on August's cock. His he and felt too constricting again, but he wasn't about to let go of his date just yet. He pressed hot, needy kisses all along August's jaw as he undid the button and zipper of the other man's pants again. This time the car wasn't moving, he could focus entirely on August, on the way he was reacting and the way Eli's own body responded to him. "We should have stayed in, I can't keep my hands off of you." He laughed, a little huff of breath against August's neck. "Not that I want to try my self control tight now."

Elijah: *His jeans felt

Augustus "No. No I really don't. Right here's great, I'll pay off any cop that stops us." August moved to push the center console up and out of the way, wanting as little distance between them as possible. His hips jerked up against Elijah's hands and he twitched, letting this intense need he was feeling take over the situation. "I say we go for Round 1 here, recovery time, then Round 2 back at the house?" The words were said between pants, hands going up under Elijah's shirt but not wanting him to stop long enough to get it all the way off. His head ducked down to leave small marks over the other man's collarbone, mouth tracing a pattern only he could see.

Elijah: Eli got as close as he possibly could in the confined, dark space. It was truly a good thing neither of them were claustrophobic and that neither seemed to be opposed to as much contact as they could get because Eli was true to his word: he couldn't keep his hands off of August. His head tilted to give the man access to his neck, that hot mouth incredible against his skin, no doubt putting small temporary marks on him. "Sounds perfect. God damn. Keep doing that," he said when August's hand brushed over his chest. His big hand palmed August's erection and stroked, the other one braced on the seat to keep himself from altogether falling and crushing the guy he was making out with, thinking of how much of a buzzkill that would be.

Augustus tilted his head to leave small marks (that'd hopefully fade within the hour) on patch after patch of skin, finally pushing him to let loose just long enough to tug the shirt all the way off. "Keep doing that," he muttered in turn, using his teeth enough to gauge his reaction. This was so goddamn heady and he wasn't sure if it was the man or the chance of getting caught or the adrenaline rush from earlier.... or all three.... but he could easily get used to this. "How tricky would getting on your lap be? I have an idea."

Elijah: Eli's shirt was tossed somewhere in the back of the car to be hunted down later and his hand was only gone just long enough to remove it from the equation. The hint of August's teeth on his skin had him groaning, something between impatience and pure need driving all his thoughts and actions for the moment. He wasn't even thinking about cops catching them, all he wanted was this man's body on his. "Shit. Maybe?" Eli pulled away, already missing the contact, and found the lever under his seat to push it back as far as it would go, hunting down another to lay the back down. Grinning, he unbuckled August's seatbelt and easily lifted the man over onto his lap where he could lean up and kiss him. "Much better," he said into the kiss, pressing the other's hips down with one hand so that he could grind up against him, still clothed form the waist down.

Augustus couldn't accurate describe how damn hot it was that Elijah could handle him like a ragdoll, move him as needed and barely seeming to break a sweat. "Muscles like fuckin' Hercules," he murmured against Elijah's lips, balancing himself with one hand on the side of the seat and the other against the man's chest. "Yeah, there we go..." Was maybe seconds before he was trying to get at Elijah's zipper, wanting them both just as exposed - and maybe hoping for the direct skin on skin that he was already imagining as a hard cock ground up against his and made him damn near whine again.

Elijah: He laughed, another breathless chuckle, and bit down on August's lower lip, testing the waters out some more. They were learning each other and Eli was excited to know every little thing that made Augustus pant and moan and beg, to find all the places that made him shiver and want. He reached down to help push his pants down his hips enough to easily pull his own cock out. He didn't expect August to bottom for him, not by a long shot, but damn was it nice to have him on his lap, skin against skin as he held their cocks together with one hand and the back of August's neck with the other. "How's that?" Frotting against him, Eli smiled into another kiss, wanting to hear August again.

Augustus felt a strange weight lift when Elijah took hold of the proceedings, rocking his body up to get more of that calloused grip wrapped around him and tightening his thighs around Elijah's in the process. "Fuck, that's so good, just let me -" He reached his own hand out to wrap it around Elijah's, pacing the tempo just a little bit faster. Kissing him was damn near impossible without further maneuvering but he kissed at whatever skin he could reach, light peppered kisses that were barely there.

Elijah: Breathing heavy, Eli dropped his head back against the seat to watch, even if it deprived him of those amazing kisses. For the moment, anyway, he wanted to see August and their hands, wrapped around each other's and their own cocks. "You look incredible," he huffed out, groaning and arching up into their hands, rubbing his shaft against August's as he sought out more friction. He was getting damn close to the edge, the combination of adrenaline and the man on top of him, incredibly sexy, pushing him faster than he'd like. "I'm gonna cum if you keep that up." Warning issued, Eli sat up again just enough to drag August into another hard kiss, as much as they could manage it at that angle.

Augustus was so into the small bits of praise, with the way that Elijah seemed to constantly make him feel like he was doing everything right. "So are you. Eli, I..." The question for more and whatever more meant was on the tip of his tongue but when he was pulled up into kiss that was when he let everything still. He so carefully ran his palm over the head of Eli's cock before getting a solid grip again, body jutting to keep the plethora of sensations going. "No. No, not yet. Want to - Have a -" The words fell short but Augustus pulled away from the conversation and tried to settle himself back enough that his mouth could wander down over the other man's chest and stomach, wanting to explore everything thoroughly."

Elijah: Eli focused on the disjointed sentences falling from August's lips, maintaining as much control as he could even as the man handled him so well. He dropped back again as August's mouth wandered, his other hand moving from the back of his neck and into his hair instead with the fleeting thought that it was as soft as it looked. "Fuck, babe, okay. You tell me when." He groaned out a pleading sound following the submission, stroking and sliding his hand along August's length until it was a pain to reach and then just touching whatever skin he could.

Augustus pressed kisses over the curves of Elijah's abdomen, out over his hips and back in again. It was fairly easy to ignore what he knew the other man wanted to make sure he made things even better, including squeezing his body down to its knees in front of Elijah. "Wanna try this first." Once again the words were said between kisses, down his thighs and back again before finally sinking his lips down over Eli's cock, slow but sure. The tugs on his hair were so good and they only urged him on.

Elijah: "Jeeeesus Mary and Joseph, the whole...fucking bunch of them. Youre sure as hell not making this any easier there, Southern." Eli's words were strained, his control nearly slipping as August's hot mouth covered and enveloped his cock. The teasing kisses were great but this was goddamn amazing. Elijah gripped the man's hair in one hand, reminding himself not to push on him or thrust up into his mouth - there was a lot of him, in every sense of the word, and he wasn't about suffocating his dates - while the other hand held a crushing grip on the driver's side headrest. He moved back as far as he could to give August as much room as possible in the tiny space, wishing there was more room to maneuver. "God damn that feels good. I'm not going to be able to hold off, babe...You gotta let me...."

Augustus squeezed Elijah's thighs as he carefully sank his mouth down even further, free hand going for first one ball sack and then the other in what he could only hope was the type of overstimulation that meant at least one more guarunteed orgasm. "There's something so sexy about the way you curse," August murmured, legs folding even further underneath him as he started bobbing his head and quite clearly trying to encourage him to cum. It was something he'd rarely gotten to do, especially quite recently, and now there was nothing more he wanted than to watch Elijah fall apart underneath him.

Elijah: Fall apart he did. Eli looked down at August, head bobbing on his cock, and that's what did it for him. He grunted out something, maybe August's name and maybe another curse word, and empties himself. When it was over he wasted no time, dragging August back up to his level only to flip them so that he was on top trailing kisses down August's neck and unbuttoning his shirt to get to more skin beneath. "Anyone ever tell you've got a hell of a mouth on you?" Once he didn't need both hands for the buttons one of them went between them to grasp August again. He followed by example, squeezing himself down as far as he could so that he could take the dripping head into his mouth.

Augustus is all too eager to take what he can in his mouth and while there still ends up being some dripping down his chin he's quick to clean himself up with the discarded shirt. "All the time," he teased once the situations had been reversed, words cut off by a long moan. Fingers curled tight into the car seat and then go from digging into his shoulders and up to his hair to get a solid grip on the strands. There's a little tugging as the sensation keeps building and he starts shamelessly controlling the pace as much as Elijah allows him to. August's hips start jerking up again, fucking Elijah's mouth, and maybe there's part of him that's hoping he'll show off that strength again and hold him in place.

Elijah: Moaning with his mouth full of August's length, eli's grip on the man's hips tightened. He let him do what he wanted for a few seconds, relaxing his throat to take him all the way in, but then pushed him against the seat. He was showing off a little, strength and skill, and continued to bob his head eagerly while his tongue pressed against the underside of August's cock on each round. Satisfied that he could hold August still with one hand he took the other and slid it down to his thigh, up to his balls to massage them in time with his mouth.

Augustus 's body was on fire. He didn't know where Elijah had learned to take a man apart in less than a minute (and really, he didn't want to know) but he was damn sure happy to take advantage of it. His fingers wind firmly into Elijah's hair and when he tugs it's not to get him to stop, it's to ensure that he keeps going. There's pure heat pooling in his belly and he can feel the orgasm coiling up tight, only needing a little extra stimulation before he's trying to give him a warning tug to pull away just in case, body bucking as he tips over an invisible edge.

Elijah: If he could smile with a dick in his mouth, Elijah would be grinning like a man who just won first place. The sounds August was making, the hand in his hair, the trembling of his muscles, it would be enough to have him hard and ready again if he didn't need a little more recovery time. He felt the telltale signs and wasn't surprised when August came, he swallowed without making any bit of a mess and pulling away from him with a lewd pop and his hand still massaging slowly as he kissed his way back up August's stomach and chest. "Fuck, you're gorgeous. How you feeling?"

Augustus collapsed back against the seat with a low whimper of satisfaction. Every sense felt like it was tingling, like he was hyper-aware of how everything felt, tasted, sounded. It was one of his favorite things post-orgasm but even more than that was seeing Elijah's face coming towards him looking self-satisfied and twice as beautiful. "Says the man that could make the Arctic melt with a look. Fuck I feel good. So goddamn good. Your mouth is a legend and this car's going to the top of my list now. You feeling good?"

Elijah: August looked spent and satisfied and beautiful laying there on the tilted seat. It was nice to uncrouch from his position but even better to climb up on top of the other man and pepper him with kisses. He worked on his throat, wondering somewhere in the back of his mind if August would be opposed to this sort of thing, affection in the afterglow. Just in case, he propped himself up on his elbow, keeping some distance between them as he finally slid his hand away from August's sack to his hip. "I feel incredible," he said, sucking a faint mark into August's neck. "If the goal was to get me to keep my hands to myself while we're in this car I think we missed the mark. Now it's all I'll be thinking about."

Augustus slipped an arm around Elijah's back and pulled him in close again when he tried to back away, enjoying the affection now even more than he had before. There was something so intimate about being able to curl around a person when his body was still recovering from the intensity and there'd only been less than a handful of people he'd been able to do so with. "I think my goal's now to get your hands on me every single time we're in this car. We'll just make sure it's parked. Or during a traffic jam," August offered, enjoying at least one situation where there might be an onlooker. It was difficult not to want to show off Elijah in the most base senses of the word. The kisses still had heat spreading but it was dulled now, more of an enjoyable thing than something intense and needing to be acted on. "Mmm still feeling going out or do you want to head back home and enjoy the afterglow somewhere private?"

Elijah: Eli was glad for the closeness when he got pulled closer but still kept at least part of his weight off of August, aware of his size. Still, he went flush skin against skin when he was urged to and continued the slow and aimless kisses. The idea of them fucking like this in a traffic jam in full view of commuters made him laugh. "Shit, count me in." In the same way that August wanted to show him off, Elijah wouldn't mind showing off a little himself. Who would, with a man as good looking and talented as August under him? "Something hot about going to a restaurant and no one there knows you just got off on the drive over. But," he conceded, sliding his hand up August's hip and around to his was. "I'd rather keep enjoying you somewhere I can undress you with my hands, not just my eyes. Pizza and afterglow?"

#miaapara #Augustus: Paras #Paras: Elijah #this is so old but it needed to be posted before the others!

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