18+ Just Until I Figure This Out

[NightAir]

Summary: Elias doesn't want to deal with Aadil, so he crashes at Gale's place.

Status: Completed

Warnings: N/A

 

Comments: Elias and Aadil first appeared in the

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Aadil let Elias get away with a fuck ton of things nobody else let him get away with. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that Elias was a goddamned good lay in bed. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that Aadil’s family was probably the multiple times of awful as Elias’s mom had been, being that there were more people. Or maybe it was because Elias always kept leaving and for some goddamned reason Aadil was always waiting. Elias didn’t get it.

 

There probably was a reason for it, outside of their time together. Probably was a reason that Elias didn’t like the thought of anybody else touching Aadil that drew him to come back. Or that Aadil was always home at night, never went out, just so he could be there to open the door for him.

 

It was pretty ironic. Aadil didn’t seem to want anybody but Elias, but Elias found it hard to actually deal with people who wanted him. His mom had been like that, spoiling Elias rotten, the only child, the apple of her eye until he swept off from her big plan for him which included a house with a white picket fence and two point five kids. And despite all he said, some part of Elias that was still her Elias missed her, still loved her, still wanted her approval.

 

The old expression of twice bitten came to mind, and Elias hated it. Whenever it got that bad, he’d crash at Gale’s place instead. Usually it was Aadil’s, but he’d sprung an ‘I love you, I just want you to stay, please stay the night’ kind of crap and Elias really didn’t know how to deal with it right now. Aadil was better than Gale. Honest. Gave Elias whatever he wanted, didn’t add a fuck ton of manipulative games to it, but Gale was at least easy.

 

Gale welcomed him with a leer, fed him, and then after he went to take a shower, accosted him.

 

“Come on, lover boy,” Gale was enthusing in his ear. “Show a little skin, yeah?” His slim fingers slid under the open collar of Elias’s button up. He was fucking horny, as he always was, half of why he never complained about Elias crashing at his place in the first place. Elias felt Gale’s erection digging into his thigh; wasn’t hard for Elias’s own to react.

 

“Sure.” Elias tossed aside the magazine he’d been scrolling through in pretense, and he stripped his shirt. Sex was sex, and Elias was damn good at it. Gale delighted in it—he liked men who were built physically thicker than him, and Elias seemed to be his type.

 

Gale was a good fuck, but he was a slim, scrawny bottom who thought sex was just about sucking down a cock with your mouth or your ass. And for a time, that had been what Elias had thought too, until the one day Aadil had picked Elias up from the bus stop and brought him to his shitty apartment.

 

It was weird. The first night, Aadil had only cum once Elias had kissed him, like affectionate was over the top so much for him more than rough sex was, and then he kept responding easier when Elias showed it to him.

 

He’d breathe harder, whimper when Elias kissed him up his chest to his shoulder to his neck to his mouth, clench tighter and beg for more if Elias pressed his mouth against his skin and stroked his sides as he came. And suddenly Elias had all of these kisses to get him in the mood, suddenly he liked feeling and knowing how Aadil shuddered under his hands, that it’d be only a matter of time before Aadil wanted to.

 

And then Elias did never stop.

 

“Stop,” Gale said suddenly, “What the fuck are you doing?”

 

Elias pulled back, reeling; Elias had been trying to kiss him.

 

“What’s with you?” Gale demanded, cross. He looked startled, and huh, that was a new look for Gale. Usually it was either turned on or lecherous or sulky or quirky. “What part of fuck buddies don’t you get here?”

 

“Fuck off,” Elias snarled in defense. Automatically, he reached out and gripped Gale’s jaw—gripped Aadil’s jaw hard, bit a bruising kiss into Aadil’s mouth—and thrust particularly harder, other hand gripping bruises into Gale’s hip. “Cum.”

 

He hit right at a sweet spot enough that Gale’s mouth opened in an o-shape and his back arched off the couch—Gale came hard, but Elias hadn’t, so after he was done, he slid right off, and blew him until Elias did.

 

Elias sunk back against the cushions. Felt that warm mouth around his cock, and let himself ride that coast of pleasure as Gale licked his cock clean.

 

“Isn’t that gross to you?” Elias wondered, once Gale climbed up back on the couch, buzzing like a pleased cat that had caught the canary.

 

“I’m always a slut for cum,” Gale laughed, and then sobered. “But seriously, what was wrong with you?”

 

Elias thought about Aadil, that desperation in his eyes, and then about the shitty one-person apartment that barely felt like home for even someone visiting.

 

“Nothing,” he said shortly, and got up to use the shower again. “Just mind your own business.”

 

 

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