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elaaronpresleysgirl · 2 years

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The Gift

Kristen tapped her feet restlessly waiting for Elvis to grace the stage. She was squashed between countless other already-screaming women of all ages and indeed some excitable men too.

When she had realized a few months earlier Elvis would be performing on her birthday she worked all the hours god sent to be able to purchase a ticket. Her closest friends weren't interested in seeing Elvis perform, and although going to a concert alone wasn't something she'd normally do- and had never done-Kristen would sell her soul to see Elvis Aron Presley himself in person.

Despite the long hours at the local diner, she still didn't make enough so her parents, knowing how much the gig meant to her, helped her pay. She had fallen in love with Elvis the moment she set eyes on his beautiful face on the pages of the local paper. So naturally her nerves were shot to pieces, and she felt as though she might throw up despite this being the best birthday of her Nineteen years on earth.

Finally, Kristen could see a middle-aged man who spoke into a microphone "Ladies and Gentlemen, please give a warm welcome to Mr Elvis Presley and his band members..."She didn't hear the names of his band members due to the deafening screams and cheers over Elvis' name. Elvis' band members began making their way onto the stage, instruments in hand and the young man appeared from behind them sporting a huge grin,white suede shoes, plain black trousers and a tucked in button down shirt with several buttons undone-revealing his bare chest.

Kristen quite literally felt like she was in a dream. He was even more beautiful in person which she didn't think could be possible. Then he began to speak "I-I-I'm so happy to be here for y-y-you all" He even sounded sexy when he was stuttering in his southern drawl. Which, coupled with his appearance was why Kristen found herself screaming like her life depended on it. Elvis looked bemused as he introduced his first song, "Baby let's play house"

The crowd became even wilder as he began shaking his legs and rolling his hips to the music. The media labeled him crude for those actions but as far as he was concerned he was just feeling the music deep in his soul and his actions were completely innocent. However the girls in the crowd saw it as the former and not the latter. His movements brought sex to their minds, a topic the majority of them hadn't had a thought about before now.

Kristen was no different. She watched as he bounded around on stage with endless energy, at one point even getting on his knees at the very end of the stage, nearly close enough to touch countless hands that reached for him. By the final song she was so overwhelmed with the foreign feeling of lust that she decided to make a bold move.

She spotted that the team of Security men were too busy enjoying the performance to keep a close eye on the step to the stage. Everything was hazy as she hurriedly, wildly clambered up the step. In the time between her setting foot on stage and the burly men hauling her off she only managed to let out a squeaked "ELVIS" and continuous screams. Although Elvis did give her a "Hi, honey" with a quick glance and a friendly smile. She was sure if it wasn't for the men holding her she would have passed out right there and then.

"Lady, what in the hell did you think you were doing?" One with the name tag Bill sternly questioned, but all Kristen heard was white noise.

"HEY!" He waved a large, rough hand in her face which was enough to momentarily bring her back to earth.

She muttered a "Sorry" feeling a blush spreading across her face. Acting like this wasn't something Kristen was accustomed to but there was something about that man.Bill and his cohorts removed their grip on her weak arms and shifted to the entrance of the stage, shooting a look to say I'm watching you.

Elvis had by this point reached the end of his final song and was again thanking the crowd, breathless "Thank-thank you all. God bless you"

Kristen was sure she saw him focus his baby blue eyes on her, just for a split second, boyish grin plastered onto his face. The blush that had swept across her face was now raging through her own body as she pondered whether she had just fantasized the interaction. She didn't ponder for long as he exited the stage into the back of a limousine which quickly departed, leaving her heart to sink.

Hordes of women began sprinting (Some even in high heeled shoes) to try and catch up with the car and Kristen, after coming out of her daze, began to join them. That was until she was stopped by a firm hand on her shoulder. She let out a gasp as she realized it was a member of Elvis' band. Why was he still here?

"S-Sorry. I didn't mean to bother Mr. Presley up there"

She prepared to be scolded but the man let out a laugh "Trust me, you didn't bother him none"

Kristen gave a shy laugh but didn't speak.

"I'm Scotty by the way" He offered her his hand. She took it hesitantly "Kristen. I don't mean to be rude sir but what do you want from me?"

"Sweetie, It's not me who wants something from you. Elvis does."

Her mouth fell agape as she questioned if she'd heard correctly. Scotty chuckled again. "He had a word in my ear before he shot off. He told me he admired how bold you were coming up to him like that. Plus he thinks you're real pretty"

Her eyes widened with every word he spoke resigning herself to the fact it must be a joke. "Very funny."

Scotty appeared offended. "Now why would I hang about in the cold just to pull a prank on a girl I don't even know?"

"Well...I don't know what you would do...I don't even know you!"

"Precisely! I don't know you and you don't know me but my pal E would like to get to know you."

"How am I supposed to trust you?"

"Because like I just told you, I'm Elvis's pal and he trusts me, surely that's reason enough? And I'm betting meeting E isn't something you'd pass up the opportunity to do"

He was right, she quickly realized. She would risk anything for the opportunity to meet Elvis Presley.

"C'mon. I'll drive you to him."

"Wait..right now?"

"You have somewhere to be?" He looked shocked at the fact a person would possibly want to delay meeting Elvis.

"Umm..no!No where" Kristen lied. She had planned to meet her parents for dinner shortly after the show but she could do that any old day.

It was her birthday, she intended to spend it exactly how she wanted and this was exactly how she wanted to. She followed Scotty to another waiting limo, jumping into the back with him while a older looking man in an all black suit drove. The drive seemed to take an eternity however it was only just over fifteen minutes until they pulled up at a swanky hotel.

Scotty gave a quick nod to the driver before ushering Kristen out and into the hotel. It was even more stunning on the inside, but she really didn't care about the hotel. The man waiting for her inside it was all she could focus on. They headed straight for the elevator, Scotty pushing for floor 10. Like the drive there, the elevator ride seemed to take a lifetime. "Elvis was very keen to see you" He broke the awkward silence, but it did nothing to calm her nerves. When floor 10 finally came Scotty led her to a room numbered 50.

Kristen's heart was beating so fast she felt as though it could have been heard. "E?" Scotty called out as his knuckles rapped the wood. Almost instantly Elvis appeared, still in the same get-up as earlier but with every single one of his shirt buttons now undone. She tried and failed to stop a gasp escape her mouth. Scotty stifled a laugh but smiled cheekily back at her.

"Okay, I'll leave you two kids to it" With that he slapped Elvis on the shoulder playfully and waved at Kristen while heading back down the corridor, leaving her slack-jawed and staring at the tall, dark-haired man in the doorway.

"It's okay honey I'm not the sort to bite" He giggled at his own joke, beckoning her to follow him into the room. Elvis leapt onto the bed head-first in a childlike manner while Kristen awkwardly perched on the edge of the dresser chair, eyes trying to be everywhere but Elvis' spread-out body. He sprang up to sit on the edge of the bed, bringing himself directly in front of her vision.

"You've not told me your name darling" He cocked his head and gave a crooked smile.

"Kristen. It-it's my birthday today" She wasn't quite sure why she had blurted it out but what he did next made her glad she had.

"Aww. Pretty name for a pretty girl. Well happy birthday Kristen, honey" He leaned over and pecked her on one cheek causing her to shudder. Elvis's scent was delicious, a mix of cologne and fruit.

"Thank you for choosing to spend your birthday with me. Did you enjoy the show?" He looked genuinely flattered with the slightest hint of mischief in his eyes upon his question.

"I did Mr. Presley. You're very talented" She had to keep looking away when she spoke, he was just too overwhelming.

The glimmer in his eyes grew. "What do you think my talent is?" The way he spoke the query seemed suggestive.

"Um..how well you sing, the way you move..." She trailed off as she noticed Elvis not so subtly trail his tongue over his top lip.

"You like the way I move huh?" His slender fingers reached her face to force her into his burning gaze. Her skin felt red hot under the gentle touch, stomach flipping.

All she could do was rapidly nod. "Want me to show you again how I move?" His fingers remained on her face, feeling it flush like lava. A groan fell from her lips, hands gripping the armrests of the chair as though she was on a white-knuckle ride

"I know you want me to show you honey. There's no need to be nervous." Elvis allowed his hand to move down from her face to her hand, rubbing it in his own. She swallowed hard and allowed her eyes to close. They opened in pure surprise when she felt the softest lips on hers, a gentle peck. Before she had time to react his lips were back on hers, this time not so gentle.

His tongue begged to be let into her mouth, his neediness growing as she began to kiss back with the same passion. Her nerves melted away and, in its place, grew feelings of deep lust.

"You sure you want this, baby?" Elvis quizzed as she whined at the loss of his lips.

"Fuck, yes" Her reply was breathless. He chuckled at the enthusiasm and wasted no time in returning his kiss, hands fondling the back of her hair. His mouth rapidly made it's way to her jaw, down her neck where he sensually suckled, causing her head to fly back, allowing him more access. He pulled away with a groan to stand up and help her onto her feet, spinning her round to undo the zipper at the back of her floral dress.

He tugged it down and she stepped out of it, kicking her shoes off with it. Elvis turned her back round to face him and looked hungrily up and down at the sight of Kristen in front of him in red lace underwear "Fucking gorgeous" His voice was laced with lust.

He removed his open shirt and kicked off his shoes before wasting no time in working his hands on her bra clasp, pulling it down her shoulders and flinging it carelessly across the room. Next, he hooked two fingers either side of her panties and slipped them down with ease. She trembled despite the warmth of the room, boldy grabbing Elvis by the head and kissing him with passion, her bare breasts pressed against his bare torso. His hand shot to her ass and squeezed inducing an aroused shiver.

"Let's get in bed baby" Elvis undid his belt and zipper with enthusiasm, discarding of his pants amongst the other items of clothing. Him doing so led Kristen to discover he hadn't been wearing any underwear, his already solid cock springing up. She'd never seen anything so big and couldn't help but gawp as he crawled into bed, laying on his side. She led beside him facing him, trying to get her head around the fact she was in bed with Elvis Presley.

"See something you like honey?" Her eyes on his cock didn't go unnoticed. In response she wrapped her fingers around it and gently tugged a few times. Elvis let out a whine "Feels so god damn good baby" before gently pushing her shoulder to lie her on her back. Elvis continued kissing her neck the way he had before and this time teased his fingers around the soft skin of her breasts and nipples, squeezing both breasts before allowing his mouth to continue down to them, causing a gasp as he swirled his tongue around each nipple. "God, Elvis" His name escaped her lips as she laced her fingers into his soft hair.

He repeated the same actions taking equal turns with each breast for a moment before releasing his mouth to bring it to hers, sweetly exploring before pulling away and questioning her "Can we use something baby?"

"Huh? Like a condom?" She furrowed her brow trying to work out what he meant.

"No, not a condom" He laughed. "These" He left her wondering what these meant for a second before reaching into the bedside draw and pulling out a pair of steel handcuffs along with tiny keys.

"Oh!" Kristen exclaimed, staring at the things dangling in Elvis' hands.

"It's no bother if you don't want to use them?" He smiled sweetly.

"No...I mean yes I definitely do I just never have before"

Elvis' smiled grew even wider. "That's okay mama.I'll be gentle" He gently took her wrists and clicked the cold cuffs closed around them, placing the keys back into the draw. "That okay?" His baby blues looked into her eyes. "Fine" She affirmed, somehow even more turned on by how concerned he was about her being comfortable.

"Good. Now can I kiss you down here?" He asked so casually as he placed his fingers on the inside of her naked thighs. The very thought of what he was asking caused an ache down there.

"Please, Elvis" Her words came out a little more desperate than she'd intended, earning a laugh from the musician.

"Gonna make you feel so good, promise" She had no doubt whatsoever he could keep his promise as he gently spread her legs apart with his warm hands.

He positioned himself so he was in-between her legs with his knees tucked underneath him, starting by tenderly kissing her abdomen, hearing her moans grow louder as he worked his way down to just above her sweet spot. "Please" She begged again, unable to reach Elvis' head to guide him to where she so desperately wanted him due to the cuffs. He stopped and moved his mouth across to the very top of her leg and kissed a few times before finally getting to her inner thighs, carefully nibbling his way up till he reached her center.

Kristen's heels ground against the bed in anticipation. Elvis grinned up at her before trailing two fingers upwards along her slick folds, relishing the feeling of her wetness.

"Elvis. You did ask if you could kiss me down there!" Impatience resounded in her voice.

"Patience honey, I mean what I say" He gave her a filthy wink and finally-but barely made contact with her clit. She cried out with longing, and he stopped finally teasing and rubbed firm circles onto her clit. "Fuckkkk" She could see by the pleasure on his face he was enjoying this almost as much as she was.

Heat built rapidly within her as Elvis inserted one, then two nibble fingers into her with his other hand, curling them inside her in a come-hither motion. She desperately thrashed underneath him as he increased his pace on her clit and at the same time searched for a special spot deep inside of her.

"Mouth Elvis, fuck" As amazing as his fingers felt she was focused on knowing the sensation of his lips.

He finally obeyed, withdrawing his digits completely and replacing them with a gentle kiss to her bundle of nerves. Her eyes shot shut as she bit down on her lip, moaning loudly.

Elvis tapped her thigh gently "Hey! I want you to watch me make you cum" She had no words but did as he said, trying her best to keep her eyes open for him.

He began more intensely kissing her clit then lapped his tongue up and down her pussy, returning to her nub to take it in his mouth, sucking. He experimentally darted his tongue against it, glancing up to make sure she was still watching.

"I'm really close Elvis" She panted, feeling wetness dripping down her thighs.

"That's good baby. Cum for me honey" He took her clit in his mouth again, licking and sucking hard whilst entering his fingers back into her, finding that special spot again and hitting it over and over.

His dirty words coupled with his hot tongue and fingers sent her trembling right over the edge. He continuously praised her as she came down from the high, kissing her mouth sweetly.

Despite just orgasming hard she wanted more of him. "Let me suck you off" Kristen needily looked down at Elvis' throbbing dick, still rock solid.

Elvis groaned but regained his cool "Ask nicely and I might let you" She shivered at his words.

"Please. Please let me. I need to taste you"

"Okay. As you asked so sweetly honey" Elvis tugged at himself a few times before searching the draw for the keys to uncuff her.

Once she was free Elvis led himself down as she sat between his legs. She took a second to admire his length, she was truly in awe at just how big he was. He keenly watched her looking at him which aroused him even more.

She took him in her hand, slowly pumping at him whilst watching his eyelashes flutter and his pretty mouth fall open. "That nice, honey?" She cooed as he shivered from her touch.

"Want me to use my mouth?"

"God yes. Would be a dream" He spoke as though this was the first time he'd experienced this.

She took just the very tip in her mouth and softly sucked, using her tongue lightly, tasting his pre-cum. "More" Elvis pleaded.

Listening to his pleas, she then licked his entire length from base to tip before taking him back in her mouth and swirling her tongue around the sensitive tip.

Elvis bucked underneath her, urging for more. She resumed sucking at the tip of his cock again before, without warning taking the full length of it.

It was extremely difficult not to gag around such length. A series of hot moans escaped his mouth as he became more and more frantic.

Elvis wrapped a strong hand around her hair and began pushing her head down, hard onto his cock as he thrusted up with his pelvis, begging for release.

She began to audibly gag at the fullness of her throat, but she really didn't care. He held his tight grip as his moans became louder and louder, fucking himself into her again and again, making tears stream down her cheeks. With one final, long moan he convulsed and his white hot cum coated her throat. It seemed to never end, there was so much of it.

She opened her mouth to show him she'd swallowed it all as he let go of his grip. "Angel" He praised dreamily, before kissing her passionately.

She was amazed when she saw him tugging at himself, still hard as a rock. "It never seems to go down honey. No matter how much I relieve it"

Kristen was glad about that. "So, it would seem I'm not done with you yet" He gave her a cheeky grin whilst rolling her over and landing on top of her. They continued kissing with hunger, Elvis squeezing her breasts then trailing his hand down to rub her clit again. She tugged (hard this time) at his erection before speaking "Fuck me, Elvis"

Elvis seemed thrilled with the request and wasted no time in positioning himself between her legs. "You ready baby?"

"Yeah" She moaned, preparing herself. She gasped and he groaned as he pushed in ever so gently, gradually, slowly going in and out filling her up more each time until he finally had his whole length inside.

"So god damn tight honey, fuck" He kissed her again as he carried on moving at a snail pace. She'd never felt so full before, but he was going agonizingly too slowly.

"You can be a bit more...rough ya know. I'd like ya to."

Elvis's eyes lit up. "Rough? Damn. I can be rough" With that he pulled out then gave a hard, deep shove inside her. It stung a bit, but the pleasure far outweighed the slight pain.

"Is that what you want baby?" Elvis groaned. She nodded and he took that as a queue to do it again, his fingernails digging into her shoulder and hers in his back.

He proceeded to take her legs and place them over his shoulders, granting him more access. He thrusted his hips hard, pushing deep inside a third time.

"Feels so fucking good!" She praised him. She could feel another orgasm building already.

"Can I go faster?" He already knew the answer and she confirmed it with a moaned "Yes, please"

As soon as the words left her mouth Elvis held onto her legs firmly and began wildly pounding into her, sweat dripping down his body.

"They d-they don't-call you-Elvis the-Pelvis-for-no-reason do-they?" Kristen gasped out.

"I've never liked that name, honey but when I'm fucking you like this, you so tight around me you can say whatever the hell you want!" Elvis panted, withdrawing for a minute causing her to whine.

"Aw. My baby doesn't like it when I'm not inside her?" Before she had time to respond he carried on his frantic pace, moving his hips in just the right way, his cock throbbing inside her with very move.

"I'm close Elvis" She let him know as he resumed fucking into her hard.

"Good girl. Love watching you cum. I'm right behind you" His pretty mouth fell open in ecstasy as he watched her head roll back and continuous moans leave her mouth while he thrusted as hard and fast as he possibly could, bringing his fingers to her hair to pull hard as she came with a cry.

"Ah. Baby. So good. Cuming. All over. My cock. Gonna. Come for. You" He breathlessly spoke a broken sentence right before he cried out himself, his cock spurting his cum into her walls, again seeming to go on forever, endless groans leaving Elvis's mouth.

He eventually pulled out in bliss, and once again it was still hard, although the man it belonged to seemed shattered.

They both cleaned themselves up in the bathroom and Kristen began looking for her clothes. "Hey, where you going?" Elvis quizzed.

"I was due somewhere hours ago" She informed him.

"A few more isn't gonna hurt, is it?" Elvis gave his best puppy dog eyes. She couldn't say no to them so proceeded to clamber back into bed with Elvis.

"By the way, happy birthday, again" He kissed her innocently on the cheek as she got comfortably laid down. It had been a VERY long day.

Elvis stroked her hair as she allowed her eyes to close. Then, he did something she wasn't expecting. He started to sing.

"Wise men say, only fools rush in, but I can't help falling in love with you"

"Shall I stay, would it be a sin? If I can't help falling in love with you"

Her eyes sprung open, and she felt a blush on her face, a tear starting to form in her eyes.

"Aw honey. I just love singing to a pretty girl like you. Let me sing you to sleep. My birthday gift to you."

And so, he continued singing and playing with her hair, stroking her cheek until finally she drifted off, Elvis falling asleep soon after.

His arm around her, his head on her chest. Peaceful.

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freudianslumber · 1 year

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Tiger Man

Summary: The year was 1941, bandmates and secret lovers Scotty Moore and Elvis Presley got caught red handed by Scotty’s fiancée, and this led to the young men being thrusted headlong into the China-Burma-India theater of World War II as members of the first American Volunteer Group (The Flying Tigers).

Author’s Notes: This is my second Elvis fan fic, a WW II AU. Since I was born and raised in China until teenage years, I have a personal connection and fascination with this slice of history. Notice since the time frame of this story is set in the 1940s, I’ve made adjustments to certain things such as Blue Moon Boys being a hillbilly band and not a rock n’ roll band, and all songs that appeared had to be from before 1941, etc. Obviously, Elvis fans would also know that some happenings in Humes High mentioned here were really a composite of experiences of Elvis’ actual high school friends such as Red West and George Klein.

Chapter 1. Caught in the Heat

Pairing: Scotty Moore x Elvis Presley (m/m)

Word count: 3.4k

Warning: 18+, kissing, foreplay, light bondage, fingering

For a moment, Scotty felt he was on top of the world. The view beneath him was mesmerizing: A pair of half-lidded sapphire eyes looking up at him with unspoken desire, cherubic lips parting slightly in an invitation, luscious golden chestnut hair framing that uniquely handsome face.

Elvis Aron Presley, the owner of those ravishing features, gave him a small insecure smile followed by a meek and hesitant whisper: “S-Scotty? Do you still want me tonight?” This snapped the other young man out of his temporary catatonic state, his right hand reached down and gently caressed Elvis’ cheek, causing a hint of a blush there: “Sorry honey, I just had to make sure this was real, that was all. We’ve come a long way, I promise I’ll make you a man tonight.” With such a forthright declaration, Scotty took the initiative, lowered his upper body onto Elvis in a smooth and confident move, and covered the boy’s soft alluring lips with his mouth.

Scotty's mind rolled back to his last year at Humes High. As the popular class president, already skilled guitarist, envied by all the boys and pursued by all the girls, Scotty only noticed awkward freshman Presley at the school talent show for the first time. The desperately shy boy who moved from the small town of Tupelo Mississippi not long ago sang a soppy tune about a dog called “Old Shep”, while accompanying himself with rather laughable amateurish acoustic guitar. But somehow the freshman’s slightly trembling vocal struck a chord with an unsuspecting audience, and surely left an impression on one particular upperclassman. The voice was untrained and unrefined, but exuded a purity and raw emotion which were so rare and entirely captivating. Unsurprisingly the most lauded performance of that night came from Scotty and his well-rehearsed band The Starlite Wranglers, without a doubt the most technically proficient and experienced musical act Humes High had ever spawned. However, the much-celebrated senior found it impossible to erase the kid with the strange name from his mind ever since then.

Scotty’s thoughts were brought back to the present as a more grown-up version of Elvis let out a little whimper, arching back as the burning manhood within Scotty’s underwear rubbed against his own bulge through thin layers of cotton. Scotty growled, attacked the exposed delicate skin on that tempting neck with lips and plenty of teeth. In one swift move, Scotty grabbed both wrists of his younger partner and held them above his head. Met with little resistance, a smirk appeared on Scotty’s face as he casually reached for his tie in the pile of clothes on the nightstand. “Hold still!” Scotty commanded with authority to the squirming and panting mess beneath him. "Sorry, Scotty. S-Sorry, sir…” Elvis stopped squirming, bit his bottom lip nervously and tensed up all over, as if anticipating some type of reprimand. The guitarist’s dexterous fingers tied Elvis’ wrists together with ease and made a secure knot. “Baby are you ready?” Scotty’s icy blue eyes twinkled. Elvis’ cheeks grew even rosier, “yes, ready as I’ll ever be…” With that bashful affirmation, the one in charge made quick work of their briefs, sliding them off and tossing them aside. As he went on to spread open Elvis’ legs, Scotty added with a cocky flick of an eyebrow: “I bet none of them fangirls of yours would guess how you'll lose your virginity, huh?’’

In the years since Elvis had first broken into Scotty's realm of existence singing a mournful song about a dog at Humes talent show, many things changed, but some things did not. Elvis gained a few friends and some supporters at school through his musical talent, but at the same time attracted a number of haters. Some boys at school were clearly resentful of the amount of attention the awkward misfit seemed to be getting. One time they sabotaged his instrument, broke all the strings on Elvis’ beloved guitar which he brought to school every day. The graduating class president stepped in then and mended Elvis’ heart by gifting him with a set of even better guitar strings. Unfortunately, the bullying did not stop there. Elvis continued to be seen as an outsider, being mocked frequently about his clothes which he couldn’t afford to change very often due to poor family background, his acne scars, his self-styled hair, and his singing between classes. The bullies called him names such as “squirrel”, threw rotten tomatoes at him when he was playing on campus, finally culminating in one incident which Scotty walked in on. The group of delinquents cornered Elvis in the bathroom, roughed him up a bit and held him down by force, one of them waved a razor in hand menacingly and talked about teaching “Presley and his precious hair” a lesson and “shave it all off”. This plan was derailed when Scotty and his buddies intervened and scared away the punks. The freshman’s face turned red from shame and embarrassment from having to be rescued, tears sparkled in his eyes as he murmured “I owe you one” to Scotty before running away.

What Scotty did not know was that Elvis had been secretly idolizing him ever since he came to Humes. The popular senior was perfect in every way in the newcomer’s eyes. His effortless charm, good looks, confidence, poise, leadership and musicianship all made him so attractive but completely out of reach. Scotty was even kind to Elvis when many others shunned and derided him in school, which made the whole bathroom debacle feel that much more humiliating to the boy from Tupelo. Even prior to that, he already couldn’t help being self-conscious around Scotty, akin to how inadequate a newly joined boy scout would feel next to a Eagle Scout.

Soon however Elvis found that he didn’t need to worry about how he felt around Scotty anymore. Graduation came around and Scotty disappeared after that for five long years. The rumor around town was that the former class president did not go off to college as others had expected, instead he joined the Naval Academy and then the Navy Air Corps. As a naval aviator he followed his training with military tour of duty in the far east. Elvis’ mind wandered off to the sea and distant shores many a time along with his high-flying hero during the extended intervening years. Meanwhile, his biggest accomplishment was becoming the first member of his family to graduate from high school. Elvis got a job at Crown Electric as a truck driver while trying to audition for various local bands. He never gave up on his dream to make it as a singer despite disparaging words he had received.

Once again it was Scotty to the rescue. The accomplished pilot was back in town after he left active duty from the Navy and formed a hillbilly band right away without missing a beat. As a virtuoso guitar player with local renown Scotty would have been a hot draw on his own, but he was looking for a charismatic front man to complete the last piece of the puzzle. Elvis couldn’t believe it when Scotty picked him out of scores of contenders for the lead singer position. No one had ever given the high school grad so much encouragement and put so much confidence in his ability to carry a band vocally. The high-spirited combo that resulted became known as the Blue Moon Boys and almost an instant sensation on the Memphis music scene. Teenagers all around the region soon got words of the cool new act and began flocking to their gigs to see it for themselves. The Blue Moon Boys’ songs were starting to get radio plays despite the material being mostly covers of Hillbilly artists such as Bob Wills and Roy Acuff.

Although Elvis did not consider himself a good singer and attributed his recent popularity mostly to luck and Scotty, the guitarist knew this couldn’t be farther from the truth. As a more experienced musician and aspiring producer, Scotty saw great natural talent in his younger friend. The ability to take any song and spin it on its head and transform it into something new and unique, was an intangible that could not be taught or trained. The boy’s strength was in interpretation and performance, and despite his shy personality, on stage he was magnetic and exciting. Scotty did not realize how much he was smitten by the new lead singer until he inadvertently acted upset and jealous over Elvis’ flirty closeness with all his female fans. That was when Elvis broke down and confessed that he had been head over heels for Scotty ever since high school days.

“Please, Scotty! I need your loving!” Elvis begged as Scotty’s lubricated finger teased around his rim. He wanted to hold Scotty impossibly tight, but his hands were tied together above his head, so he had to wait for the other to move. Scotty’s left hand moved to pinch the young man’s nipple while he inserted his right index finger carefully and began exploring unknown territory. The gasps and moans that came out of Elvis’ mouth felt like they were tickling Scotty somewhere he couldn’t describe. The knowledge that his parents were out of town and they had the house all to themselves was certainly reassuring to Scotty. Over the preceding years, Elvis had matured into a strikingly attractive young fellow, with a gothic flavor derived from his mother Gladys. His face and figure filled out in all the right places, and gained more definition elsewhere, no doubt chiseled by the Lord himself. No wonder he drove all the girls hog wild, Scotty thought to himself as he marveled at the incredibly long eyelashes and soulful cerulean eyes at close range. He added a second finger down below as he captured the irresistibly delicious looking lips in front of him.

“Winfred Scott Moore!” A high and shrill voice pierced through the sensual and erotic atmosphere all of a sudden. The lovers’ bodies quivered in unison out of panic. Scotty quickly withdrew his fingers and turned his head back while his naked figure continued to cover the one beneath him. Only a few feet from them, a petite but voluptuous young woman with blonde bob was staring daggers at Scotty. “MaryAnn!” Scotty yelled in recognition, grabbing the nearest blanket to hide behind while he separated himself from Elvis. “I KNEW IT!” MaryAnn stomped her high-heels and shrieked, “you said you had rehearsal tonight and no time to see me, and here you are sinnin’ and screwin’ with your singer! Some rehearsal you have!!!” Scotty started to put on his clothes as fast as he could, trying to defuse the situation: “MaryAnn, don’t be mad, it’s not what you think, honey…” This was interrupted with another angry retort: “Don’t Honey me!! Winfred Scott, do you still remember your engagement? I swear I’ll tell your mama and daddy everything if you don’t break up with that slut boy right now!!” The angry blonde started to wipe tears from her eyes as Scotty had seen her do many times before when she wanted things her way.

MaryAnn and Scotty knew each other from a long way back. She was his senior prom date. The couple was unanimously crowned king and queen for that night. MaryAnn had always had her eyes set on marriage, with her ultimate goal in life being the title of Mrs. Moore. On the other hand, Scotty never took their relationship so seriously, thought of it as nothing more than casual school dating. He never felt a close connection or had common interests with the gal. Scotty also thought her personality was a little overbearing and over-dramatic. However, the blonde vixen never gave up and had successfully burrowed a space in Scotty’s life for herself. She visited enough times to get in good graces of Scotty’s parents and even his brothers, convinced everyone in the family that she was the natural choice for a life partner for the guitarist. At some point she was given the house key and MaryAnn started sauntering in and out of the house as if she was already part of the family. MaryAnn’s folks were more well-to-do, which would come in handy to help the struggling Moore family dry-cleaning business if the marriage went ahead according to plan. Scotty did not fight the engagement initially because quasi-arranged marriages like this was kind of common, and he did not find enough reasons to oppose the idea. Not being in love certainly was not a strong argument to bring up since that was never a big part of the consideration in these discussions.

However, this infatuation he was having with Elvis was making Scotty rethink things. What they had together was more than physical attraction. Their personalities complimented each other so well both professionally and romantically. Suddenly, the boring, predictable, but safe path of marrying MaryAnn seemed to be not good enough for Scotty anymore. The Presley boy was so sweet and beautiful, musically gifted and madly in love with him, at the same time he was from a dirt-poor family, lived in government housing projects, and was of the wrong gender to have a real future with him as a legitimate couple. These days Scotty’s brain was regularly filled with wild and foolish thoughts, for instance: If Elvis were a girl I would marry him in an instant; or wonder if Elvis and I could run off together and live happily ever after.

“I’ll leave.” Elvis’ eyes turned a little moist from unshed tears as Scotty untied his wrists. He slipped on his pants and threw on his shirt in quick succession, clenched his teeth in silence as he endured some more insults directed at him from his love rival. “I don’t know what kind of witchcraft you cast over Scotty boy, but it’s time for you to get out of his life altogether…” MaryAnn added triumphantly. This was interrupted by Scotty, who couldn’t believe what he heard: “Wait a minute, hold on right there! What do you mean get out of my life altogether? You ain’t saying you want Elvis out of the Blue Moon Boys, right??”

“Yeah, you heard right! I ain’t gonna tolerate the two of you hanging out under the cover of a band! I’ve had enough! I swear he’s the devil in disguise, and you were under his spell. I want nothin’ less than a clean break!!” The little blonde scowled and screamed unrelentingly, face turning red from all the exertion.

“Is that so?!” Scotty yelled back, jamming a fist into the nightstand, making a loud noise. “Well then, I’ve got news for you! I’m gonna get back into military action soon, this time as a volunteer fighter pilot to combat the Japanese. We will be deployed to the Far East by summer!! Elvis can join me if he wants! You’ve just helped me make the decision. If you think you can tie me down, woman, think again!”

This unexpected announcement shocked everyone else in the room. MaryAnn’s mouth was agape until she finally recovered and countered: “You gotta be mad, Scotty! Half of the world is at war, Eurasia is war-torn right now, and the U.S. is on the verge of entering the war directly against the Axis countries any day! Everyone is trying to get away from the armed forces, and you are volunteering to fight in Asia? Are you trying to get yourself killed??” She looked up at her fiancée incredulously, hoping against odds that he still had some common sense left in him.

Scotty sounded even more emboldened in his reply: “Maybe I am, MaryAnn. Or maybe I just wanna get outta this place and get away from your smothering old self!! If you got your eyes set on destroying my band, then there’s nothing left around this town to keep me attached here! I know how to be a soldier; I’ve done it for years. It’s a helluva simpler than being at your beck and call!!”

“Mama is probably gonna strangle me for saying this, but Scotty, I’ll go wherever you’re going.” The mostly silent young singer suddenly interjected. “You!!” MaryAnn pointed a finger at him and spewed out, “shut up, you white trash, go find someone else to sin with!” She then looked over to her fiancée, squeezed a few lines out threateningly in a last-ditch attempt to salvage her engagement: “Scotty listen, don’t make me play dirty. Forget all this happened and replace the singer, come back to me and I’ll let it slide. If you go off with that slut boy, then neither of you can ever come back to this town with your reputation intact ’cause I swear I'll air your dirty laundry all over the place!”

“No, you won’t! I’m glad you’re showing your true colors now before I fall into your trap! I’ve had enough of your conniving ways, now get out of my house or I’ll throw you out!!” Scotty shouted while taking a few steps forward. The blonde retreated at the sight of that, trembling with rage: “Winfred Scott, just you remember. You’ll regret this and crawl back to me one day. If you survive the war, that is.”

Those were the last words from the crossed young woman before she rushed out the door. The bandmates now looked at each other in a different light, both knowing they were making a huge decision that would completely change their lives.

Scotty started after a brief silence: “Elvis, I appreciate what you said. But you really don’t have to follow me into foreign battle zones during wartime. You’re an only child and your mama needs you at home and away from harm. I totally understand.” The young singer’s expressive eyes exuded concern and affection as he hurried to respond: “If it’s gonna be that dangerous, then I’d rather go with you than staying here and worrying days and nights about you.” He walked over and held Scotty’s hands, sat down on the couch next to his older partner, “Anyway my singing career would be over since MaryAnn will definitely drag our names through the mud and she does not even need to make things up. We’ll lose all our fans and won’t be able to get a gig anywhere. I don’t want to stay here and live the life of scorn and derision. Maybe if we get away and come back in a year or two, we'll get a chance of having a new start.”

Scotty looked into those innocent and hopeful eyes and his heart practically turned into mush. He leaned over and gave the young man a hug, “But honey, you are barely 20, you haven’t even reached the legal drinking age. Your Mama will never let you go!”

“Well, I’ve passed the voting age, so I’m already old enough to make my own decisions.” Elvis’ face turned sadder then, “as for Mama, I guess I’ll just have to confess everything to her and beg for her forgiveness. She loves me, so eventually she’ll look past everything and let me go.” Elvis tried to sound confident, but it did not quite come across as that. “I’ll leave all my savings to her and Daddy, also send them money while abroad. They will be proud of me when I come back from war.” Elvis spoke as if he was trying to convince himself about this idealistic scenario.

“Are you really sure, Elvis? You’ve never even been out of the South before.” Scotty felt like Elvis’ father now. “Yeah, that’s why I need to go out and see the world for myself. And you’ll teach me, right? Scotty?” Some eagerness and excitement started to replace apprehension and uncertainty in the young singer’s tone and demeanor. Scotty cupped the lovely, flushed cheeks in front of him and placed a soothing kiss on that smooth forehead. Pulling Elvis into a warm embrace, Scotty spoke reassuringly: “That’s right darlin’, I’ll show you everything I know and try my darnedest to keep you from harm, it’ll be us against the world from now on…”

#Elvis Presley #Scotty Moore #Elvis fan fic #m/m #World War II AU #Flying Tigers #China-Burma-India theater

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