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(Not) Elijah Wood (![[info]](http://www.journalfen.net/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} wee_elijah) wrote,@ 2010-02-03 10:16:00 |
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Cam Gigandet and Elijah Wood
The bar is dark and there's a light haze that might have, at one time, been smoke. The very slight vanilla smell suggests it's a fog machine, instead, and the room hidden by the lights is probably much cleaner than the usual bar, but the atmosphere is mostly right and Cam settles into it. He shoves a cigarette into his mouth and lets it dangle out the side, turning to drape black leather-clad arms across the bar behind him.
Smoothing at the lapels of his jacket Elijah enters the door of the Citadel off-site bar, squinting across the room as he heads to the bar. He licks his lips once there, trying to get the bartender's attention.
Glancing over at the newcomer, Cam lets his eyes move from head to toe. Slowly. He smiles and turns back to continue watching the bar.
Blinking as the rough looking, but yummy, customer gives him an up and down Elijah smiles, blushing. The bartender arrives and Elijah orders a beer, twitching a bit and drumming his fingers on the bar. He looks over at the handsome blond man.
Cam can feel the gaze on him, and he turns his head almost as slowly as he'd raked his gaze over the impeccably dressed stranger a short while ago. He cocks his head, his smile turning slightly unfathomable. "Nice pocket square."
"Thank you," Elijah smiles, reaching to pat his jacket pocket. "I like your jacket. Leather and all. Very nice." He licks his lips, eyes bright.
For a moment, Cam can't look beyond Elijah's eyes. Doesn't want to. But when a flash of pink draws his eyes downward, it's the lips that hold him. "Leather." Cam smirks slightly. "I like leather."
"Yes?" Elijah asks, voice happy and expression open. "I'm Elijah." He holds out his hand.
"Cam." Taking Elijah's hand and holding it tightly, Cam lets the tips of his index finger trail over the inside of Elijah's wrist.
"Oh," Elijah says, looking down at their hands before they pull apart. He smiles. "Cam? Nice name. Strong." He catches himself staring at Cam and then quickly takes a sip of his beer. "Sorry."
"What are you sorry about?" Cam asks, licking at his lips. He glances back over his shoulder, reaching behind him to pick up the glass. The back of his hand tingles when he drags it over Elijah's arm on the way to lifting the glass to his mouth.
"I was staring," Elijah says a bit breathlessly. "At you. At your muscles." He glances at Cam's arm, his chest, his thighs and then he swallows thickly, stepping one step closer.
Every time their energies mix, there's a spark, be it metaphorical, actual or imaginary. Cam will never tire of it. He watches as the glitter in Elijah's eyes intensifies, and he can almost feel the crackle of power across his skin as the hair on his arms rises. He spreads his legs further apart and licks his lips again. "I don't mind staring."
"Yeah?" Elijah smiles. "I bet you get stared at a lot." He drags a fingertip down the well-worn leather sleeve. Slowly he reaches and hooks a finger in the shirt collar, pulling it out slightly as he lifts up on his toes and peeks at Cam's chest. "A lot..."
Cam laughs softly, a cocky lilt to the sound. That ever-present charge is raising more than then the hair on his arms this time. He flexes his pecs and spreads his arms further along the bar, opening himself up in invitation.
Elijah's teeth hurt as he looks at Cam. He has an urge to lean in and bite his chest through the white t-shirt until a ring of blood shows through the material. He catches himself as his head dips. Swallowing the phantom taste of copper in his mouth he looks into Cam's eyes. "I like looking." He licks his lips, glancing down at Cam's crotch. "I like to taste too."
Cam smiles, the look almost predatory, and yet...he lets his eyes drop for a moment before they raise again to Elijah's. The silk of Elijah's tie is cool and smooth between his fingers, and he strokes it twice before patting it back into place. "Making a statement? Or a suggestion?" he asks, voice husky.
"Both?" Elijah says, nose wrinkling up as he smiles. "Um.. I've heard that there are.. rooms in the back. We could.. check it out." He looks at Cam with blue eyes glittering with desire.
Cam glances out at the rest of the room. There's more behind that unsure guise. Cam wants to see it.
He shrugs. "Maybe."
"Leather huh?" Elijah says, finger going back to the neckline of Cam's t-shirt and hooking it. He pulls it down, scratching his chest with the ragged nail. "What else do you like? Things made out of leather? Like whips?"
The burn has him growling low in his throat, a cross between a purr and a hum as his cock jerks beneath his jeans. The scent of cinnamon and cigarettes, of soap and beer swirls around Cam and he swallows against the sudden shot of adrenaline. "Whips. Boots. Gloves. Bits. Furniture..." Cam takes a deep breath and stretches, leaning forward into Elijah's space with a sinuous writhe. "Plugs. Rings. Leashes. Cuffs. Collars. Straps. Slings. Harnesses...."
"Yeah?" Elijah breathes out the word, pushing his hand further into Cam's shirt until he finds a nipple. He twists it... hard.
Cam has a pretty good idea where this is going as Elijah's hand sneaks into his shirt. He has a split second to determine how to respond when the pain pierces him. As it spreads sweetly, he decides to smile. It's neither a compliant smile, nor a threatening one. Yet.
Elijah watches Cam and almost moans at the vibe radiating from him. He tweaks the nipple one last time and then rubs it before pulling his hand out and taking a sip of his beer. "Oh yummy," he says and smacks his lips.
Raising a brow, Cam glances at those lips, then up into Elijah's eyes, his expression turning amused. Slightly. There's still a show of teeth that borders on dangerous. "The beer? Or my tit?"
Turning, Elijah tilted his head. "Hmm? Oh. The beer." He looks at the stretched out neck of Cam's shirt. "But I bet that's tasty too." He takes another sip of beer. "Almost as tasty.." he trails off, glancing down at Cam's crotch and then taking another sip.
"You're just dying to suck my dick, aren't you?" Cam says with a chuckle.
"Or chew on it," Elijah says and holds his beer mug up to the bartender. "Can I get another?"
Cam leans down to brush his lips over Elijah’s ear, his eyes sweeping over the people gathered in the bar. "Is that what you really want?"
Elijah smiles, a tiny shiver passing over him. "The beer," he turns his head, nose almost touching Cam's, "or to chew on your dick until you come?"
"The beer. I know you want to chew on my dick." Cam makes his move abruptly and suddenly, though not without calculated intent. He drags his lips over Elijah's, digging in with the next pass, tongue pushing in and sweeping over the sharp edge of his teeth.
The kiss catches Elijah off guard and he grabs at Cam, hand finding the rough metal of the jacket's zipper. He uses the purchase to pull Cam in and he snaps his teeth at him, eyes brilliant blue and lips smiling. "And what do you want? Hmmm?"
Cam's eyes glitter as he looks down at Elijah. Teeth still bared, he throws out something to just to see what will come of it, his belly dipping as unspoken words spill out without censor. "Want to fuck you," he growls, crowding Elijah's space.
Elijah stares for a spilt second and then he lifts an eyebrow and gives Cam a look. "You got to earn that right, boy."
Cam can feel his eyes flare, the room brightening for a moment. He licks his lips, a little slower than a simple reaction as he looks Elijah up and down. "What do you want?" Cam throws back at him.
"To see how much you'll take," Elijah says, leaning just a little closer.
"I can take a fuckin' lot." Especially with that held like a big fuckin' carrot in front of me.
"Prove it."
Cam watches him for a moment, then pulls a lighter out of his pocket and flicks it, the flame flaring between them. He turns the lighter to the side, heating the metal around the edge of the fire carefully. His eyes don't leave Elijah's as extinguishes the flame and flips the lighter upside down, pressing it to the inside of his own wrist. If this leads to fucking Elijah just once in his life? He'll welcome the scar as a reminder.
Elijah watches greedily and then shrugs. "Only counts if I get to do it." He smiles.
Fuck! Cam manages to keep from cursing out loud, the pain from the burn starting to sink deep under his skin now. He swallows it back, works on letting it morph into something else. "I have two wrists," he hisses.
"And," Elijah smiles sweetly at him, "two balls." He licks his lips, eyes shining.
Two balls that contract into Cam's gut as he considers those words. He breathes through the shudder that his body wants to unleash, finally nodding. "And two balls," he whispers.
Elijah glances toward the back of the bar. "Room?"
"Yes."
"Kay,' Elijah licks his lips again and straightens his jacket. He pushes his untouched beer toward the bartender. "Thanks anyway." He looks at Cam. "Come on."
Cam's right beside him, his boots sticking slightly to the floor, the smell of beer and sweat heavy in his nose as they move through the room. He pushes the door open for Elijah, immediately immersed in the sickly sweet smell of incense and lube.
Entering the room beyond the doorway Elijah looks around, dick hardening at the sights and sounds in the dim smoky room. He plucks at Cam's jacket, tossing his head and leading him to a dark alcove off of the main room. Once there he grabs Cam by the jacket and pulls him in close.
Cam groans, those balls he's pretty sure are about to be abused hard pressed against the seam of his jeans, and his dick taking on the imprint of his zipper. He can hear the labored breathing of the men around them; smell the scent of desire and spent passion cutting through the patchouli.
The kiss isn't sweet or gentle or even polite, what it is, is hard, and deep and messy. He feels his teeth catch and drag across Cam's lips and he digs his fingers into Cam’s arms.
It has Cam panting, his heart pounding and his cock raising as if it can cut a track in his jeans as Elijah takes what he wants; as he unleashes the wild part of him that he sometimes keeps him check. He moans deep in his throat, biting back into the kiss until someone's blood is spilled.
Elijah growls, fists holding Cam's jacket tight. He bites Cam's lip, sucking at it before pulling back and looking around. "Fuck man, I need to make you bleed."
Cam bangs his head back against the wall and growls back. "Yes. Yes!"
Raking his gaze over Cam, Elijah pulls him down by his jacket and bites the ridge of muscle under his collarbone that peeks out from Cam's t-shirt collar. He bites down hard.
Cam shouts out, and then shuts up, concentrating to let the pain and the flash of pleasure that follows flow through him like thin lava. Spreading his legs to give his dick room, he holds still for Elijah's desires.
Snatching at Cam's shirt Elijah pushes it up and bites the hard plane of stomach, teeth sinking in. He groans, as he tastes the hot copper of blood as he sucks at the wound, one hand going to the bulge at Cam's crotch and squeezing.
"Oh sweet fuckin' Christ!" Cam bucks up into his hand and slams a fist into his thigh to keep from spontaneously coming.
Fumbling at the button and then zipper on Cam's jeans, Elijah gets the fly open and pushes his hand in. Looking up Elijah smiles, lips glistening with spit and chin smeared with blood. "What if I made your dick bleed? Hmm? If I bit it, tore the skin and sucked come and blood from it?"
Cam jerks into his hand, slamming his eyes closed before he loses control. He hasn't fucking lost control since he was a fucking teenager! He shakes his head and swallows as the moment passes, then opens his eyes to look at Elijah. "You don't have the fucking balls," he snarls, pulling it off even though he knows better. Holy shit does he know better.
The chuckle that leaves Elijah is soft, light, innocent and it matches the large baby blue eyes, the soft pink flush on his cheeks, but the smile that curves his lips and the expression sketched across his face crushes the innocence of the laugh beneath it's boot heel. He pulls Cam's dick free of the fly and rubs the velvet soft, plum red head across his lips before placing a kiss to the tip. Still looking up at Cam, the dim light of the room makes Elijah's eyes reflect silver like a wild animal caught in headlights. He smiles again and catches the ridge around the head with one sharp eyetooth.
Cam can't help but pull himself upright, breathing a little faster and harder between clenched teeth. This is going to hurt. A thrill shoots through him. This is going to hurt.
With all four fingers wrapped around the thick shaft of Cam's cock, Elijah bites down, feeling the press of his tooth into the sponge flesh and then the pop as skin breaks.
Cam cries out, slamming his head back against the wall, rocked by the shock of that and the fact that Elijah has just bit his cock open. He grips the drywall with white-knuckled fingers and cries out again, before endorphins rush in and carry the agony throughout his body to dilute it to something else. He shudders and comes, shooting into Elijah's mouth without another thought.
Sucking blood and come Elijah whimpers, fingers of one hand tightening around Cam's cock while the other digs into his thigh. He slowly sighs around the cock and lifts his mouth off, looking up at Cam. He stands. "Breathe."
Breathe? Cam’s dragging air into his lungs as if he's just surfaced from the bottom of a lake, and he slips to the ground when his legs give out.
Elijah follows Cam down. "Slow, slow breaths." He touches Cam's face. "God you're fucking gorgeous," he says softly.
Cam smiles. "You're a ghoul," he murmurs. "Ow. My dick hurts."
Elijah giggles. "It oughta. Hang on." He shifts to one side and reaches in his pocket. Pulling out a handful of crumpled tissues he holds them out to Cam. "You need a tourniquet I’ll take off my tie."
Cam laughs softly, leaning over and pressing his lips to Elijah's. "I love you," he murmurs.
"I love you too Cammo," Elijah replies contentedly.
The bar is dark and there's a light haze that might have, at one time, been smoke. The very slight vanilla smell suggests it's a fog machine, instead, and the room hidden by the lights is probably much cleaner than the usual bar, but the atmosphere is mostly right and Cam settles into it. He shoves a cigarette into his mouth and lets it dangle out the side, turning to drape black leather-clad arms across the bar behind him.
Smoothing at the lapels of his jacket Elijah enters the door of the Citadel off-site bar, squinting across the room as he heads to the bar. He licks his lips once there, trying to get the bartender's attention.
Glancing over at the newcomer, Cam lets his eyes move from head to toe. Slowly. He smiles and turns back to continue watching the bar.
Blinking as the rough looking, but yummy, customer gives him an up and down Elijah smiles, blushing. The bartender arrives and Elijah orders a beer, twitching a bit and drumming his fingers on the bar. He looks over at the handsome blond man.
Cam can feel the gaze on him, and he turns his head almost as slowly as he'd raked his gaze over the impeccably dressed stranger a short while ago. He cocks his head, his smile turning slightly unfathomable. "Nice pocket square."
"Thank you," Elijah smiles, reaching to pat his jacket pocket. "I like your jacket. Leather and all. Very nice." He licks his lips, eyes bright.
For a moment, Cam can't look beyond Elijah's eyes. Doesn't want to. But when a flash of pink draws his eyes downward, it's the lips that hold him. "Leather." Cam smirks slightly. "I like leather."
"Yes?" Elijah asks, voice happy and expression open. "I'm Elijah." He holds out his hand.
"Cam." Taking Elijah's hand and holding it tightly, Cam lets the tips of his index finger trail over the inside of Elijah's wrist.
"Oh," Elijah says, looking down at their hands before they pull apart. He smiles. "Cam? Nice name. Strong." He catches himself staring at Cam and then quickly takes a sip of his beer. "Sorry."
"What are you sorry about?" Cam asks, licking at his lips. He glances back over his shoulder, reaching behind him to pick up the glass. The back of his hand tingles when he drags it over Elijah's arm on the way to lifting the glass to his mouth.
"I was staring," Elijah says a bit breathlessly. "At you. At your muscles." He glances at Cam's arm, his chest, his thighs and then he swallows thickly, stepping one step closer.
Every time their energies mix, there's a spark, be it metaphorical, actual or imaginary. Cam will never tire of it. He watches as the glitter in Elijah's eyes intensifies, and he can almost feel the crackle of power across his skin as the hair on his arms rises. He spreads his legs further apart and licks his lips again. "I don't mind staring."
"Yeah?" Elijah smiles. "I bet you get stared at a lot." He drags a fingertip down the well-worn leather sleeve. Slowly he reaches and hooks a finger in the shirt collar, pulling it out slightly as he lifts up on his toes and peeks at Cam's chest. "A lot..."
Cam laughs softly, a cocky lilt to the sound. That ever-present charge is raising more than then the hair on his arms this time. He flexes his pecs and spreads his arms further along the bar, opening himself up in invitation.
Elijah's teeth hurt as he looks at Cam. He has an urge to lean in and bite his chest through the white t-shirt until a ring of blood shows through the material. He catches himself as his head dips. Swallowing the phantom taste of copper in his mouth he looks into Cam's eyes. "I like looking." He licks his lips, glancing down at Cam's crotch. "I like to taste too."
Cam smiles, the look almost predatory, and yet...he lets his eyes drop for a moment before they raise again to Elijah's. The silk of Elijah's tie is cool and smooth between his fingers, and he strokes it twice before patting it back into place. "Making a statement? Or a suggestion?" he asks, voice husky.
"Both?" Elijah says, nose wrinkling up as he smiles. "Um.. I've heard that there are.. rooms in the back. We could.. check it out." He looks at Cam with blue eyes glittering with desire.
Cam glances out at the rest of the room. There's more behind that unsure guise. Cam wants to see it.
He shrugs. "Maybe."
"Leather huh?" Elijah says, finger going back to the neckline of Cam's t-shirt and hooking it. He pulls it down, scratching his chest with the ragged nail. "What else do you like? Things made out of leather? Like whips?"
The burn has him growling low in his throat, a cross between a purr and a hum as his cock jerks beneath his jeans. The scent of cinnamon and cigarettes, of soap and beer swirls around Cam and he swallows against the sudden shot of adrenaline. "Whips. Boots. Gloves. Bits. Furniture..." Cam takes a deep breath and stretches, leaning forward into Elijah's space with a sinuous writhe. "Plugs. Rings. Leashes. Cuffs. Collars. Straps. Slings. Harnesses...."
"Yeah?" Elijah breathes out the word, pushing his hand further into Cam's shirt until he finds a nipple. He twists it... hard.
Cam has a pretty good idea where this is going as Elijah's hand sneaks into his shirt. He has a split second to determine how to respond when the pain pierces him. As it spreads sweetly, he decides to smile. It's neither a compliant smile, nor a threatening one. Yet.
Elijah watches Cam and almost moans at the vibe radiating from him. He tweaks the nipple one last time and then rubs it before pulling his hand out and taking a sip of his beer. "Oh yummy," he says and smacks his lips.
Raising a brow, Cam glances at those lips, then up into Elijah's eyes, his expression turning amused. Slightly. There's still a show of teeth that borders on dangerous. "The beer? Or my tit?"
Turning, Elijah tilted his head. "Hmm? Oh. The beer." He looks at the stretched out neck of Cam's shirt. "But I bet that's tasty too." He takes another sip of beer. "Almost as tasty.." he trails off, glancing down at Cam's crotch and then taking another sip.
"You're just dying to suck my dick, aren't you?" Cam says with a chuckle.
"Or chew on it," Elijah says and holds his beer mug up to the bartender. "Can I get another?"
Cam leans down to brush his lips over Elijah’s ear, his eyes sweeping over the people gathered in the bar. "Is that what you really want?"
Elijah smiles, a tiny shiver passing over him. "The beer," he turns his head, nose almost touching Cam's, "or to chew on your dick until you come?"
"The beer. I know you want to chew on my dick." Cam makes his move abruptly and suddenly, though not without calculated intent. He drags his lips over Elijah's, digging in with the next pass, tongue pushing in and sweeping over the sharp edge of his teeth.
The kiss catches Elijah off guard and he grabs at Cam, hand finding the rough metal of the jacket's zipper. He uses the purchase to pull Cam in and he snaps his teeth at him, eyes brilliant blue and lips smiling. "And what do you want? Hmmm?"
Cam's eyes glitter as he looks down at Elijah. Teeth still bared, he throws out something to just to see what will come of it, his belly dipping as unspoken words spill out without censor. "Want to fuck you," he growls, crowding Elijah's space.
Elijah stares for a spilt second and then he lifts an eyebrow and gives Cam a look. "You got to earn that right, boy."
Cam can feel his eyes flare, the room brightening for a moment. He licks his lips, a little slower than a simple reaction as he looks Elijah up and down. "What do you want?" Cam throws back at him.
"To see how much you'll take," Elijah says, leaning just a little closer.
"I can take a fuckin' lot." Especially with that held like a big fuckin' carrot in front of me.
"Prove it."
Cam watches him for a moment, then pulls a lighter out of his pocket and flicks it, the flame flaring between them. He turns the lighter to the side, heating the metal around the edge of the fire carefully. His eyes don't leave Elijah's as extinguishes the flame and flips the lighter upside down, pressing it to the inside of his own wrist. If this leads to fucking Elijah just once in his life? He'll welcome the scar as a reminder.
Elijah watches greedily and then shrugs. "Only counts if I get to do it." He smiles.
Fuck! Cam manages to keep from cursing out loud, the pain from the burn starting to sink deep under his skin now. He swallows it back, works on letting it morph into something else. "I have two wrists," he hisses.
"And," Elijah smiles sweetly at him, "two balls." He licks his lips, eyes shining.
Two balls that contract into Cam's gut as he considers those words. He breathes through the shudder that his body wants to unleash, finally nodding. "And two balls," he whispers.
Elijah glances toward the back of the bar. "Room?"
"Yes."
"Kay,' Elijah licks his lips again and straightens his jacket. He pushes his untouched beer toward the bartender. "Thanks anyway." He looks at Cam. "Come on."
Cam's right beside him, his boots sticking slightly to the floor, the smell of beer and sweat heavy in his nose as they move through the room. He pushes the door open for Elijah, immediately immersed in the sickly sweet smell of incense and lube.
Entering the room beyond the doorway Elijah looks around, dick hardening at the sights and sounds in the dim smoky room. He plucks at Cam's jacket, tossing his head and leading him to a dark alcove off of the main room. Once there he grabs Cam by the jacket and pulls him in close.
Cam groans, those balls he's pretty sure are about to be abused hard pressed against the seam of his jeans, and his dick taking on the imprint of his zipper. He can hear the labored breathing of the men around them; smell the scent of desire and spent passion cutting through the patchouli.
The kiss isn't sweet or gentle or even polite, what it is, is hard, and deep and messy. He feels his teeth catch and drag across Cam's lips and he digs his fingers into Cam’s arms.
It has Cam panting, his heart pounding and his cock raising as if it can cut a track in his jeans as Elijah takes what he wants; as he unleashes the wild part of him that he sometimes keeps him check. He moans deep in his throat, biting back into the kiss until someone's blood is spilled.
Elijah growls, fists holding Cam's jacket tight. He bites Cam's lip, sucking at it before pulling back and looking around. "Fuck man, I need to make you bleed."
Cam bangs his head back against the wall and growls back. "Yes. Yes!"
Raking his gaze over Cam, Elijah pulls him down by his jacket and bites the ridge of muscle under his collarbone that peeks out from Cam's t-shirt collar. He bites down hard.
Cam shouts out, and then shuts up, concentrating to let the pain and the flash of pleasure that follows flow through him like thin lava. Spreading his legs to give his dick room, he holds still for Elijah's desires.
Snatching at Cam's shirt Elijah pushes it up and bites the hard plane of stomach, teeth sinking in. He groans, as he tastes the hot copper of blood as he sucks at the wound, one hand going to the bulge at Cam's crotch and squeezing.
"Oh sweet fuckin' Christ!" Cam bucks up into his hand and slams a fist into his thigh to keep from spontaneously coming.
Fumbling at the button and then zipper on Cam's jeans, Elijah gets the fly open and pushes his hand in. Looking up Elijah smiles, lips glistening with spit and chin smeared with blood. "What if I made your dick bleed? Hmm? If I bit it, tore the skin and sucked come and blood from it?"
Cam jerks into his hand, slamming his eyes closed before he loses control. He hasn't fucking lost control since he was a fucking teenager! He shakes his head and swallows as the moment passes, then opens his eyes to look at Elijah. "You don't have the fucking balls," he snarls, pulling it off even though he knows better. Holy shit does he know better.
The chuckle that leaves Elijah is soft, light, innocent and it matches the large baby blue eyes, the soft pink flush on his cheeks, but the smile that curves his lips and the expression sketched across his face crushes the innocence of the laugh beneath it's boot heel. He pulls Cam's dick free of the fly and rubs the velvet soft, plum red head across his lips before placing a kiss to the tip. Still looking up at Cam, the dim light of the room makes Elijah's eyes reflect silver like a wild animal caught in headlights. He smiles again and catches the ridge around the head with one sharp eyetooth.
Cam can't help but pull himself upright, breathing a little faster and harder between clenched teeth. This is going to hurt. A thrill shoots through him. This is going to hurt.
With all four fingers wrapped around the thick shaft of Cam's cock, Elijah bites down, feeling the press of his tooth into the sponge flesh and then the pop as skin breaks.
Cam cries out, slamming his head back against the wall, rocked by the shock of that and the fact that Elijah has just bit his cock open. He grips the drywall with white-knuckled fingers and cries out again, before endorphins rush in and carry the agony throughout his body to dilute it to something else. He shudders and comes, shooting into Elijah's mouth without another thought.
Sucking blood and come Elijah whimpers, fingers of one hand tightening around Cam's cock while the other digs into his thigh. He slowly sighs around the cock and lifts his mouth off, looking up at Cam. He stands. "Breathe."
Breathe? Cam’s dragging air into his lungs as if he's just surfaced from the bottom of a lake, and he slips to the ground when his legs give out.
Elijah follows Cam down. "Slow, slow breaths." He touches Cam's face. "God you're fucking gorgeous," he says softly.
Cam smiles. "You're a ghoul," he murmurs. "Ow. My dick hurts."
Elijah giggles. "It oughta. Hang on." He shifts to one side and reaches in his pocket. Pulling out a handful of crumpled tissues he holds them out to Cam. "You need a tourniquet I’ll take off my tie."
Cam laughs softly, leaning over and pressing his lips to Elijah's. "I love you," he murmurs.
"I love you too Cammo," Elijah replies contentedly.
