Elliot at Twenty
by Hannah

Elliot at Twenty

by Hannah

It was all skin on skin and warmth, warm skin warm lips warmwarmwarm, an arm wrapped around his neck and another around his hips, pulled in two different directions and he grinned, tipped his head back on Coda's shoulder, rolling his hips forward towards James. They moved closer together, shuffling, movements still snagging the beat of the song around them, until Elliot was pressed between, dried flower in a book. He laughed at the thought of that and sighed as a hand slid down his thigh, didn't matter whose, as Coda nibbled on his earlobe and blew on the warmth and whispered they should get going. Elliot sighed again and agreed, James did too, so they slid their way through the crowded club and went outside, black taxi, dark streets, three sets of stairs and then they were inside.

Elliot laughed as he was dumped onto the bed, sheets and blankets soft around him, hummed happily as Coda and James started kissing in front of him. At the foot of the bed they skimmed their hands over each other, James tangling his fingers in dark red hair, tracing lines over the tattoos mapping his skin. Shirts and jeans fell away, and they moved to the wall, almost ignoring Elliot who wriggled on the bed, slipping his fingers under his jeans and wrapping fingers around his flesh. James gasped and Coda moaned and they tripped their way back over to the bed, limbs tangled and thighs wrapped together, Coda sliding up Elliot to drag a tongue over his collar. James sighed over Elliot's hip and pushed away material, kissing a path along his shaft before sliding his tongue over the head of his cock and sucking, following Elliot's hand as he stroked himself. Elliot whimpered into Coda's mouth as he kissed him, brushing the back of his fingers on his jaw, and let everything melt away into sensation, scenery dropping away, nameless bodies like he was used to, disposable (like a camera and Elliot almost giggled again, at the thought of it).

Coda whispered something in his ear and Elliot blinked his eyes open, frowned as James pulled away, stilling his hand.

"What?"

"Wanna fuck you," Coda repeated, and Elliot nodded twice.

"Okay."

James laughed, a smooth sound, and kissed Elliot's elbow, reaching into the side drawer. Coda kissed Elliot's neck gently and told him to roll over, and Elliot did, pulling himself onto all fours, automatic. Coda grinned and kissed his neck again, moving around to kneel behind him, running hands over his back.

"You're gorgeous, you know that?" Elliot made a noncommital sound, chin lowered to his chest, eyes lidding as Coda kissed his spine, licking and nibbling his way down to the small of his back, biting gently. "Really..." His hands were on his hips but left and Elliot could hear him slicking his fingers, smelt plastic as James (he assumed it was James) tore open a package and suddenly everything seemed loud, bedsprings, the sheets under his hands, their breathing. He hummed, to get rid of the stillness, then gasped as Coda pushed in, suddenly, two fingers at once. He moaned a little and three hands stroked his back. He pushed back.

James moved around to the head of the bed, tipping Elliot's chin up and telling him to open his eyes, smiling gently. Elliot looked up at him, like a dizzy vision, like the eyes of a hypnotist so that he barely noticed when Coda pulled out and didn't think until he pushed back in, deep inside him with a groan. Elliot's eyes widened and his mouth opened and James kissed him and there he was again, hot and hard inside, pulling out minutely, big hands on small hips, pushing back in hard. They both groaned and oh god yes there as James kissed them, one after the other, and Elliot let his head drop back to his chin, opened his eyes and saw him so close in front, smelling like dust and beer, sweat. He took a nipple between his teeth, sucking on it hard as James gasped into Coda's mouth, let his fingers light on Elliot's head, curling in his hair. He moved across his chest and moved so that he was braced on his forearms, moaning as it pushed Coda deeper inside, changed the angle of his thrusts. James let his knees fall apart, brushing fingertips across his ribs and jaw. Elliot was lost again as Coda changed pace, thrusting shallowly, breathing heavy. James made a needy sound and Elliot lowered his lips to his inner thigh, teeth scraping. He moved his fingers to his hips, keeping him still as he breathed in deeply and closed his eyes, moving forward like a kiss.

And then it felt real again, him moaning around James's cock, fingernails dragging white paths down his sides and legs, sucking and licking as Coda's hips bucked, losing any sense of rhythm he had, biting down on his shoulder, hard, groaning as he came, still moving inside and reaching around to touch him, jerking until Elliot came screaming around James's cock. James moaned and shook his head, and Elliot moved his head back as his hips started to snap forwards, pulling away and taking a breath, reaching out too slowly as James came over his shoulder, came whimpering.

Coda pulled out and James went boneless so Elliot sighed softly and crawled up, pulling James over him, tugging Coda behind him, piled their bodies around him and felt eyelashes on his cheek, toenails against his feet, and fingers on his thigh as he fell asleep in a new home.

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He woke up with a headache and heard the sounds of James vomiting in the bathroom, could hear Coda murmering comfort to him. He wrinkled his nose and rolled over, pulling the blankets over his shoulders, throwing his own arm over his waist. He heard James spit and sighed, sitting up in bed and rubbing his eyes, looking around for clothes from the night before, a pen and pencil to say goodbye with. He tugged on a pair of jeans and shook his hand through his hair with a sigh, wondering where his shirt was, his shoes. Coda came out of the bathroom, sweatpants and t-shirt, smiling slightly.

"Going?"

"Yeah..."

"Yeah, yeah. Sure you don't want anything to eat?"

"After hearing that?"

"Orange juice helps, you know."

"Nah thanks."

"Your call."

"Just made it, I'll see you later."

"Probably not. It was fun, though."

Elliot snorted and spotted his shirt, reached down to pull it on.

"Yeah. Later."

"'Bye."