Zero_Space

They were standing on the dance floor of a club, the name of which Noah immediately forgot as soon as they only had to enter. The music throbbed in his chest, in his temples. Bass beat against his ribs, making his heart lose its rhythm. Noah was as uncomfortable as possible. He didn't understand what he was doing here.

Elijah's hand landed on the small of his back. A little lower than necessary for a friendly gesture, a little more insistent than necessary for randomness. Noah was already used to these touches. Over the years of their strange friendship, he had learned each one. He learned not to flinch when Elijah's fingers slid over his neck, when he leaned too close, when his breath burned his ear. No personal boundaries. That was Elijah.

But today, something was different.

— Are you bored? — Elijah shouted in his ear over the music.

— Not really! — Noah shouted back, although he actually felt strange. There was a tension pulsing inside him that he couldn't explain. Had he drunk too much? Or it was too little?

Elijah suddenly grabbed him by the wrist and dragged him through the crowd. They made their way to the bar, where it was a little quieter and Elijah leaned down to his ear, his lips almost touching it again.

— Do you want to get really high?

Noah looked at him. Elijah's eyes blazed with that same fire — passionate, dangerous, addictive. The fire he had never learned to resist in all this time.

— Possibly. Any ideas?

Elijah smiled. He took a small bag out of his jeans pocket, unwrapped it, and showed Noah several colorful pills.

— Ecstasy. Pure. I've already taken it. Awesome.

— I… — Noah swallowed. He had never tried anything stronger than hash. But Elijah was looking at him expectantly, and it was impossible to refuse him. As always. — Okay?!

— Well done, boy.

Elijah handed him the pill, unceremoniously shoving it right into his mouth. Noah grabbed his hand at the last moment, swallowed nervously and as soon as possible wanted to wash down the disgusting feeling with a sip of warm Cola from a glass, which immediately appeared in hishand.The bitterness melted on his tongue and rolled down his throat.

— Now just wait,— Elijah put his arm around his shoulders, hugging him. — It will be fine in half an hour.

Nothing happened for the first fifteen minutes. Noah stood next to Elijah and felt only thefamiliar warmth of his body. He even began to think that the pill hadn't worked, that he shouldn't have agreed. He even felt a little sick.

But then the world started to change.

At first it just became easier to breathe. The air which had previously seemed stale and heavy was suddenly filled with taste. Noah could taste it on his tongue — sweet with hints of tobacco,sweat from Elijah standing next to him and cocktails from the bar. And then the colors around them suddenly became brighter.

— Do you feel the difference? — Elijah asked joyfully, looking into his face.

Every Elijah's touch — his fingers on Noah's shoulder, his hip pressed against Noah's ones —suddenly felt unbearably intense. Noah felt the fabric of his shirt, the warmth of the skin beneath it, every movement of his muscles. The sensation became a wave, rising from his lower back to his head, spreading over his shoulders, arms, and fingertips. Noah closed his eyes. When he opened them again, the colors had changed even more. The dim light of the club flashed in a thousand shades — purple, blue, red, each ray pulsed to the beat of the music, shimmered, streamed, leaving behind multicolored plumes that faded into the darkness. He looked at his hands — they seemed alien, the long fingers moving slowly, leaving glowing traces in the air.

— Oh, you're stuck! Does it cover you too much? Aren't you scared? — Elijah's voice sounded very close to him again and Noah flinched because this voice entered him not through his ears,but as if through his skin. Each word felt warm and heavy, flowing down the spine and dissolving in the blood.

— Yes,— Noah breathed. — It's unusual.

Elijah smiled. His smile was as bright as a flash, it lit up everything around him. And Noah looked at his lips, at the way they moved and couldn't look away. He wanted to touch them. Without any subtext. He wanted to know what they felt like. Soft? Hot? Elijah had touched him before, repeatedly brazenly kissed his cheek teasing him. But now under the ecstasy the memory seemed alien and unreal.

— Let's go dancing, — Elijah pulled him by the hand and Noah went because he couldn't resist. Did not want.

The dance floor greeted them with a wall of sound. The music hit him in the gut and Noah felt his body begin to move on its own. There was no need to think, there was no need to control anything. His hands rose above his head, his hips moved into the bass, his head leaned back,and he closed his eyes, letting the rhythm behave. His entire stiffness stopped pressing his shoulders in one moment.

Elijah was close. His body was touching Noah's body, first from the front, then from the back,then from the side. His hands slid over Noah's waist, over his shoulders, over his neck. Every touch was an electric shock. Noah felt Elijah's fingers on his skin even through the T-shirt. It seemed that he felt the warmth of his palms, the rhythm of his breathing, the beating of his heart or was it his own heart beating so loudly that it drowned out the music?

Noah could feel the heat spreading inside him. Not the cloudy and disturbing heat that comesfrom alcohol. This one was clean, bright, and enveloping. It rose from somewhere in his stomach, spread through his veins, made his skin burn where Elijah's fingers touched it.

— Hey, baby, make a less complicated face, — Elijah chuckled, leaning over him.

— Shut up,— Noah answered with difficulty. The voice sounded hoarse.

— Don't be afraid, it's okay. Just relax, — Elijah cupped his face in his hands and looked into his eyes. — Let it go through you.

Noah blinked. The moment seemed like an eternity. He felt Elijah's every word and every breath on his skin.

— I know your feelings,— Elijah whispered when Noah finally opened his eyes.

Elijah's face was very close — his black bottomless eyes reflecting the lights of the club —Noah looked into them and saw himself. His reflection, his dilated pupils, his lips parted in a silent frightened "ah."

— Beautiful, — Elijah said suddenly with affection. — You are so beautiful.

The words fell somewhere in his chest filled with warmth. Noah felt the blood rushing to his cheeks, his heart skipping a beat, his whole being reaching out to Elijah. He wanted to say something but the words stuck in his throat because Elijah pulled him back against him and their thighs touched for a moment.

Lust.

It came unexpectedly, like an electric shock. Pulsating, hot, uncontrollable. Noah felt the blooddrain from his head and rush to his groin. His penis began to harden — slowly, inexorably. Andhe couldn't stop it.

— Dance, — Elijah whispered in his ear again. — Just dance.

Noah danced. His body moved to the music, his hips circling, his hands sliding in response over Elijah's body, over his shoulders, his chest, his back. He felt the fabric of his shirt under his fingers, the warmth of his skin, the muscles tensing with every movement. He wanted to take that shirt off him. He wanted press his lips to his neck, to his collarbones, to the place where the blood was pulsing. He didn't care about the people around him.

— Elie… — he began but did not finish his sentence.

Elijah cupped his face in his hands again and pulled him closer. Their foreheads touched and their breaths mingled.

— What? — he asked mockingly. — What do you want to tell me?

Noah looked into his eyes. He felt into them like in a bottomless well. He wanted to say: "I want you. I guess I've always wanted to. Or I wanted it now. I do not know." He wanted to say: "I want to get under your skin. You're so important. So close to me. You are very special..."

— Nothing, — he breathed. — It's just... good.

Elijah smiled and kissed him on the corner of his lips, quickly, lightly, and habitually. As ifmocking him. Noah stood there, feeling the touch throbbing in his lips, the heat spreading across his face again, as his whole body gradually turned into one continuous pulsating point of desire.

— Let's go,— Elijah said suddenly taking his hand. — We need to get some air.

He led Noah through the crowd, and Noah walked without asking where. He didn't care. As long as Elijah's fingers squeezed his fingers. As long as this feeling doesn't disappear.

They stopped at the WC door. Elijah looked around and then grinned at Noah.

— Let's go in?

Noah nodded. His tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth, thoughts were confused, body was on fire. It was both bad and good. He didn't want to stop it.

Elijah pushed the door open, pulled him inside, and locked the stall. Noah leaned against the wall, feeling the cold seep through his T-shirt, mixing with the heat coursing through his veins. The stall was cramped, less than a meter separated them.

“Don't look," — he ordered himself — “Don't think. Don't feel."

But his body wouldn't listen. Suddenly, everything escalated. Every sound — Elijah's breathing, noise outside the door, water dripping somewhere. Every scent — deodorant, cigarettes, bleach, air freshener. And most importantly, this throbbing heat in the lower abdomen, which was getting stronger and more unbearable.

— Are you sure it's okay? — Elijah stepped closer. — You look scared.

— It's fine,— Noah opened his eyes and immediately regretted it.

Elijah was standing half a meter away, his face was very close. Was he looking at Noah with concern or something else? Noah couldn't make it out.

— I'm okay — he said. — It's just... I need to get used to it.

— Get used to it, — Elijah smiled. — This is just the beginning.

He reached out and touched Noah's cheek. He ran his thumb over his cheekbone, over his lower lip. The touch was light, almost weightless, but for Noah it was a blow. Lust exploded inside him with renewed vigor, making him bite his lip until it bled.

He could feel his heartbeat reverberating down there in spurts of desire. He was afraid to move,afraid that Elijah would notice. He was afraid he wouldn't be able to hold back if he kept touching. That's what he wanted.

— It's going to get better now, — Elijah said removing his hand.

— Already, — Noah whispered. The voice was trembling.

Elijah stared at him for a long, long time. Noah could feel that gaze burning his skin, the marks of Elijah's fingers on his cheek burning, his whole body turning into one continuous pulsating point, as this sensation became not just the background, but the main content of his existence.

Every heartbeat reverberated in his groin, in his fingertips, in the back of his head, where a heavy sweet wave rolled over.

— You know, — Elijah said and his voice sounded like molasses, — I fucking want to fuck. I want to cum so that my legs are numb.

Noah froze. His heart skipped a beat then began to pound somewhere in his throat choking off his breathing.

— It's all a trip, — he added, as if explaining something obvious. He ran a hand through his hair, pushing it back, and there was so much relaxed grace in the gesture. — That's how he works. I want everything. Feelings. Orgasms. Heart-to-heart conversations. That's what we're dropped in.

He spoke slowly, drawing out the words, and each of them fell into Noah's mind like a drop into stagnant water, spreading out in circles.

— How are you? — there was no pressure in Elijah's voice, just curiosity. And something else—dark, deep, hiding behind the dilated pupils. — Want some too?

Noah was silent. There was a desert in his mouth. He felt his T-shirt sticking to his wet back,his jeans getting even tighter, every cell in his body screaming for something he couldn't name.

— Noah,— Elijah stepped closer. Centimeters separated them now — Tell me. Do you want?

The question hung in the air, heavy and sweet, like the very air in this booth. Noah looked into Elijah's eyes, into those damn glowing coals, and felt his own desire pulsing through his blood right now finding a response. The same. The same desire. The same "I want", which is impossible to hide, impossible to deny, impossible not to admit.

—Yes, — he breathed. The voice sounded hoarse, alien, as if it didn't belong to him. — I want to.

Elijah smiled. Slowly, widely, satisfied.

— That's good.

He raised his hand and touched Noah's face again, running his hand through his hair. Lust already throbbing in every cell flared up brightly flooding consciousness with a hot wave.

— Well done, — Elijah whispered leaning closer. — The best boy.

He smiled once more, and that smile burned away the last doubts, the last fears, the last "no's" in Noah's troubled mind.

His breath burned Noah's lips and the world exploded.

Noah closed his eyes.

He didn't know what would happen next. He didn't know if it was right or wrong. He didn't know if he would be able to look at himself in the mirror afterwards. All he felt was a throbbing in his blood, a burning sensation under his skin, an endless, all consuming "I want" that was finally released from the leash.

“Later” — he thought, falling into that sweet dangerous darkness. — "I'll think about it later. Then. Not now."

It was just that now.

Elijah was kissing him like he wanted to swallow him.

It wasn't tenderness. It was hunger. His lips bit into Noah's lips hard, hungrily, his fingers clutched at the back of his head, pulling him closer not letting him pull away. His tongue slid inside and Noah moaned allowing himself to make that sound because he couldn't hold back anymore. Ecstasy had blurred all boundaries, all prohibitions and now there was only this —the heat his mouth, the taste of tobacco and alcohol, hands squeezing his body painfully.

And at that moment from the side behind the thin wall of the booth he heard a noise.

A creak. The rustle of clothes. Someone else's breathing is heavy and labored. Someone was there in the next booth and Noah realized that they were being heard. That someone knows what's going on here. Someone else might be doing the same thing or just listening.

Noah froze.

— Forget about them. This is the perfect moment, — Elijah breathed against his lips and his voice was hoarse, alien, devoid of the usual mocking lightness. — A helping hand. Look at me, baby.

He reached for Noah's belt, but Noah didn't open his eyes. Because he couldn't look. He couldn't see how his long T-shirt was pulled up, how Elijah's hand was unbuttoning his jeans,how his fingers were sliding under the elastic of his boxers. He couldn't see his own weakness,his own fall.

— I said look, — Elijah's voice sounded stern and Noah opened his eyes. — Look, — Elijah repeated. — You've had erection for a long time. Even from the dance floor.

Noah gasped as Elijah's fingers wrapped around his penis, hot, confident, knocking him down.There were no thoughts in his head. Just the feeling. Just that buzz coursing through his veins,just his hand squeezing so well, moving so well, driving him crazy.

— Come on, — Elijah took his hand and put it on his fly. Noah felt hardness, pulsation and heat under his fingers. — Help me.

Noah couldn't do that. He couldn't do it at all. His fingers trembled as he tried to unzip someone else's zipper, and Elijah eagerly helped him, guiding him, urging him on. He put his hand on his arm, helping him unzip his jeans and pull off his boxers. Elijah's penis slid out, hard, tense with a shiny wet head that was already oozing a transparent drop.

And then Noah felt someone else's flesh in his palm — ready, hot — and from this feeling the world collapsed completely. And now as his fingers closed around that heat, he felt everything inside turn over — disgust, desire, fear, curiosity — all mixed into one burning lump.

— You're like a virgin,— Elijah chuckled. — Use your hands, don't be shy. Jerk off like yourself.

He covered his hand with his own again, squeezed, showing him how to do it. The movements were hard, fast—no courtesy, no foreplay. It was just the rhythmic pressure that made Noah dizzy.

— Harder, — Elijah chuckled. — Don't be afraid, you won't break it.

Noah obeyed. He squeezed his fingers, feeling the hard flesh throbbing in his palm, the head—slippery and hot pressing against his wrist with every movement. It was unusual, strange and uncomfortable. The lubricant made his skin wet and slippery and it seemed to Noah that he was about to drop this penis, not hold it, and it would finally slip out of his hands.

— Hold on tight, — Elijah breathed into his face, and his eyes dilated pupils almost without irises looked straight into his soul.

His own hand meanwhile was back on Noah's penis. Just squeezed and walked along the entire length. And the movement sent a chill down Noah's neck.

— Look, — Elijah breathed against his lips. — It's completely wet. How do you want it.

He ran his finger over the head smearing the drop and popped it into Noah's mouth.

— Try it.

Noah obediently licked it feeling the salty taste and it felt like a punch in the gut. Elijah grinned, took his finger away and squeezed Noah's penis again, tighter, more rhythmically,setting the pace.

— And with the other hand...

He didn't finish. Instead his free hand slid down to Noah's groin and roughly without warning squeezed his balls.

— That's it, — Elijah said with satisfaction. — Do you understand now?

His fingers massaged his scrotum — firmly, confidently, squeezing, rolling his balls, making Noah moan through clenched teeth.

The kisses became tougher, angrier. Elijah bit his lips, sucked in his lower lip, rubbed his hips against him, setting the rhythm. Noah didn't know what he was doing. His hand moved of its own accord, squeezing Elijah's penis in time with his movements. Rough, fast, without tenderness and that was exactly what was needed. Noah felt every cell in his body screaming from the overload. He could feel Elijah's thumb pressing down on the bridle every time making him flinch.

— Faster, — Elijah ordered and Noah sped up. He was no longer thinking, he was just moving his hand clenching and unclenching his fingers. He could feel Elijah's cock getting even harder, Elijah's muscles tensing and his breathing getting more and more labored.

— Close, — Elijah breathed. — Don't stop.

The toilet stall turned into a cramped stuffy cage with no room for anything but their breath,smells, and the sticky heat of their bodies. Noah could no longer see the boundaries. Reality was floating disintegrating into molecules and the only stable element was his hands — his hands on someone else's penis, someone else's hands on him.

Noah lunged forward and bit into Elijah's lips. He kissed him greedily, chaotically, as one kisses for the last time — and as one kisses for the first time. Bit his neck without any way to stop. It was like crazy.

Elijah moaned into his mouth. His hand tightened on Noah's penis, moving faster and harder.Noah tried to respond but his own hand lost its rhythm, froze because his whole being was focused on this kiss, on these lips, on this tongue, which was invading him subjugating him, depriving him of all strength.

Elijah pulled away first. He was breathing heavily, haltingly, and his eyes were feverish bright.

— Crazy, — he breathed, and laughed out loud. — Are you completely off the rails?!

— Don't stop, — Noah whispered, smiling shyly. — Please. Don't stop.

— Together, — Elijah suddenly said grabbing Noah's hand on his penis and forcing him to move in time. — Let's cum together. Do you hear?

Noah nodded unable to speak. His head was spinning, his legs were shaking and every cell in his body was shaking in time with their hands. He could feel his penis tightening in his palm, the head swelling, and the flow coming out of it again, lubricating his movements. He felt his own flesh responding in kind as Elijah's hand squeezed his balls again, tightly, almost painfully, and from this the pain mixed with pleasure, raising the wave even higher.

— Don't cum, — Elijah whispered and his breath scorched Noah's lips. — Wait for me.

Noah tried. He tried his best. He squeezed his fingers on someone else's penis, slowed down his movements, clenching his teeth. But his body wouldn't listen. Ecstasy accelerated the blood so that every heartbeat reverberated in the groin, in the head, in the stretched foreskin.

— I... — he gasped. — I can't…

— Be patient, — Elijah ordered, and his hand once again moved along the entire length and froze squeezing Noah's penis at the base and then slid to the head, rubbing the moisture flowing from the narrow slit and down again squeezing the balls.

— Fine, — Elijah whispered. — That's fine. Are you fine?

And suddenly his movements slowed down. The hand on Noah's penis became softer feeling almost weightless. He released his scrotum, ran his fingers over his stomach and rose to his face cupped the back of his head.

— I'm with you, baby, — he whispered. His voice sounded different now, without the grin,without the authority. There was only a quiet strange tenderness in it.

He kissed Noah again. Gradually. Deep. His lips moved softly, his tongue slid inside, but notinsistently, but gently, almost tenderly. This kiss was different. Not greedy, not hungry, but somehow... the host. Careful.

And Noah gave up.

He didn't understand how it happened. It was just that one moment his body jerked in Elijah's arms and a wave swept over his head. Noah felt it pouring over Elijah's fingers, dirtying his own stomach. He whimpered against his lips, pressing into Elijah losing himself in this endless exhausting spasm.

— Bitch, — Elijah breathed, pulling away from his lips. There was anger in his voice, but there was something else in his eyes — fervent and admiring. — You didn't wait!

— I'm sorry, — Noah whispered. His voice cracked sounding guilty and confused. — I'm sorry, I...

— Oh, shut up.

Elijah squeezed his hand still resting on his penis and moved it himself, quickly, hard, jerkily. He stared at Noah and there was such a mixture of rage and desire in his gaze that Noah couldn't breathe.

— Look, — Elijah ordered. — Look, this is your result.

Noah was watching. He watched his own hand, wet with his own cum, slide over someone else's penis. I watched Elijah's face contort, as he bit his lip, as his hips jerked in a jerky rhythm.

— Now, — Elijah breathed. — Now, fuck...

He trembled violently and came. Noah felt the warmth hitting his fingers, trickling down his wrist. Elijah was moaning softly and strangled, burying his forehead in Noah's shoulder, and the sound was bone-chilling.

They stood leaning against each other, entwined, panting, wet. Elijah pulled back looked at his hand, at the cum that had soaked his fingers, and grinned.

— Dirty, — he said contentedly. — It's all about you.

Noah couldn't bring himself to move for a while. His pants were unbuttoned, his penis was still throbbing, sensitive, wet, and he was afraid to touch himself, afraid to even breathe too deeply.

Elijah found toilet paper thrown by someone on the floor and began to wipe them both —stomach, penis, hands. He did it quickly but there was something in his movements... caring. Or so Noah wanted to think like this.

He zipped up his jeans, straightened his T-shirt and tidied himself up. He waited for Noah to do the same. He didn't rush it.

— Let's go, — Elijah drawled contentedly. — Continue dancing and drinking.

Noah nodded. He couldn't speak. He couldn't think. He just took the hand that was extended to him again and allowed himself to be led out of the toilet stall.

Noah stood leaning against the wall and watched as Elijah ran his hand over his neck feeling his skin, grinning at his thoughts as he looked into the bathroom mirror. Red spots were already appearing on her pale skin, the marks of their greedy hungry kisses. Noah remembered biting into that neck with his lips unable to stop. But the memories were blurred as if he was looking at them through murky water. Now looking at these marks he felt a strange drunken pride and immediately a chill of shame.

— Fuck, — Elijah drawled touching a particularly bright footprint. — I smell purple hickeys. Ariel will scream. But it was worth it.

Noah blinked. Ariel. Elijah's girlfriend. The one he lived with, the one he laughed with in the photos, the one he called "my old lady." Noah knew about her, but now after everything that name sounded like a slap in the face.

He swallowed the lump in his throat.

— Have you done this to many? — The voice sounded cold and alien. He didn't want to ask that question. But it broke free against his will.

Elijah looked up at him. Devils were still dancing in them — relaxed and lazy. He smiled and shrugged, and the gesture was so light, so casual as if Noah's question was completely important.

— It doesn't matter, — he said — It will be with you now.

He laughed softly and contentedly. And there was so much carefree confidence in that laugh that Noah's insides froze. "It will be with you now." It was like he was just picking out another toy on the shelf.

— Keep up, — Elijah slapped him on the shoulder. — The dance floor and the bar are waiting. Ariel and the guys are probably here by now. I'll tell her we smoked.

— How long am I going to be gawking? Would it be better to go home? — Noah sighed,knowing full well that all he wanted to do was follow Elijah and not think about anything. Consciousness floated. It didn't get any easier, and at the same time, he wanted it to last forever.

— Two more hours. Don't worry. And because of Ariel, too. It turns her on. She won't have any questions until I get back to the feeder.

Elijah winked and opened the door. He stepped into the hallway and Noah saw how he immediately changed — straightened his shoulders, put on his usual light mocking mask. Someone who is always in the center, who has no regrets.

He went out first and Noah was left alone for a few seconds. He looked at himself in the cloudy mirror on the door — disheveled, with unfocused eyes, with lips swollen from kisses, with red marks on his neck, which he did not even notice at first. Lost. But well-fed.

He straightened his T-shirt, ran his hands through his hair. He rinsed his mouth, trying to get rid of the phantom aniseed fragrance of the pill. But it was useless. He could smell the sex that would definitely not wear off for a long time, he could feel someone else's sperm drying on his stomach, he could feel the skin still burning where Elijah's fingers touched it.

"With you," — he repeated to himself, trying to give the words a meaning they probably didn't have. "With you."

He left the WC and went back to the hall, to where Elijah was already standing at the bar holding two bottles of beer in his hands and laughing at Ariel pointing at his neck and spreading his arms.

Ariel was laughing, shaking her head and hitting him on the shoulder. And Elijah laughed back, catching her hands and holding them to him.

Noah stood in the shadow of a pillar watching them.

Elijah looked up and met his gaze. For a second, his smile faltered. Or was it just his imagination? And he shook his head slightly, briefly, almost imperceptibly. "Wait. I'll be right there," that look said.

And Noah waited.