cruel summer

he knew how hard it was for isaac to admit that, to openly say that he loved him. elijah mirrored his smile and looked down shyly, biting his lip and nodding. “love you too,” he whispered back. when isaac’s large hands found his ass he let out a soft gasp, curling into him and wrapping his arms around his neck. “’m already dressed down,” he mumbled in a daze, eyes wide and glassy as isaac squeezed his ass roughly  and licked over his lip. “i-isaac,” he whimpered, pouting a little as he stepped back. he swallowed heavily, cheeks red and little cock interested now, making a small tent against the loose fabric of isaac’s shirt hanging down and barely covering his body. it was obvious that the power dynamic between them had shifted yet again, with isaac holding the control comfortably in his hands while elijah was unable to do anything but watch and obey. he nodded enthuastically, liking the idea of wearing isaac’s clothes while he wore his, feeling oddly intimate about being connected like that. he watched isaac pull on the skirt and felt his mouth go dry at how it showed off his long, muscular legs, the way the black mesh shirt complemented his broad, tanned chest so nicely. elijah felt his cock stir with interest again as he gazed at him and he let out a little whimper before reaching down to fist at his erection, hand lifting the shirt a little to grip at his cock. it was already pathetically hard, precum drooling at the tip and beading against the piercing, and he moaned as he began to jerk off to the glorious sight in front of him. unable to move his hand from his aching cock when isaac was looking so incredible like that, elijah stepped forward again and stood on his tiptoe to kiss him deeply, his free hand knotting and tangling into isaac’s hair as he pushed his tongue into his mouth, needy moans spilling from his lips. his fist moved faster on his cock, pumping it up and down and he moved to lift isaac’s skirt up enough to align their cocks. their size difference never failed to astound him, and elijah let out a pathetic whimper as he had to use both hands to press their cocks together, pathetically rutting against him where they stood near the bed, too worked up to even think about moving to a more comfortable position. “s-so pretty hyungie, you lo-look so g-good like this, want — w-want you t-to fuck me, want you to m-make me yours….” 

at the other’s insistence that he wouldn’t have to pay, elijah let out a huff and stomped his foot. “but it’s so much money,” he whined childishly, akin to a toddler chucking a tantrum. “s’not fair for you to have to pay for me! what if– what if–” he broke off with another whine, building in the base of his throat before he hung his head, defeated. “wh-what if one day you hate me because– b-because i spent all your money and made you talk to your m-mother?” he managed to get out, barely audible past the lump in his throat. he calmed down as isaac pulled him close and gave him that playful smile, the one that told him he was in for something dangerous and special all at the same time. he let himself be pulled into the bedroom, giggling a little as his best friend whispered into his ear - he was ticklish, dammit, but the words made him giggle shyly too - and hummed in satisfaction at the soft kiss pressed there. he shivered at the last words he whispered, blinking in shock for a moment as he watched the other turn around and undress. his eyes were glued to him as soft, tanned skin was exposed to his eyes, his muscles shifting beneath his skin as he lifted his shirt and showed off his lean waist and broad shoulders. elijah bit his lip and swallowed heavily as he watched his perky ass come into view too, his figure strong and powerful yet somehow delicate at the same time, all hard planes and defined muscles yet soft skin and delicate in the way the dimples in his back shifted with movement. when isaac turned around again, elijah stared at him blankly, doe eyes wide with arousal and mouth dry as he stared at him. “i–i -umm–” he managed to get out dumbly, before blushing deeply and turning to face the closet, furiously sifting through his clothes. “’m still choosing!” he informed him, before finally finding a set that would look incredible on isaac. his eyes lit up and he spun around and offered him the clothes - a simple black skater skirt that cinched in the waist and flared at the hips and a mesh t-shirt to match, not wanting to put him too far out of his comfort zone by putting him in something pink and silky. elijah slid up to him and waggled his eyebrows, handing him the clothes and looping one arm around his neck as he pulled his head down enough just for their lips to brush while he spoke. “you wanna dress me up too, daddy?”

leaning into his soft touch, elijah was thankful for the strong prescence his best friend had and the way the steadiness in his gaze gave him strength too. a soft pout sat on his lips as he stared at him, pouting even through the kisses. elijah wasn’t used to not getting his way, but he knew that it was simply because isaac let him win. this time, he could recognise the determined look in his eyes and knew that the older was not going to let him have his way this time - he was going to do whatever it took to make elijah safe and happy, even at the risk of his own. when isaac laced their fingers together he couldn’t stop the smile that edged at the corner of his lips, spreading properly over his face at the tender kiss pressed to his knuckles, and he let out an exaggerated sigh before slumping against his chest. he curled up close with his nose tucked into isaac’s neck and his strong thighs clenched on each side of his hips. “…fine. i’m still going to pay you back though,” he said stubbornly, not wanting his best friend to blow so much money on him. a couple of thousand dollars, sure, but ten thousand was not an amount to throw around lightly. “it’s important to me,” he added softly, giving him a soft smile too, “even if i can’t pay back the full amount. i want to do what i can.” he relaxed in his hold and nodded, bunny teeth showing as his lips parted in excitement. “i get you all to myself?” he asked, eyes shining. he jumped to his feet and held both his hands out to isaac, encouraging him to get up as well. “i wanna — w-wanna dress you up in pretty clothes,” he said, almost shy in the way he stepped close and batted his eyelashes up at him. “you looked so sexy wearing my tiny shorts…” he pointed out, grazing his teeth down the side of isaac’s neck. he nipped lightly at the skin. “i wonder how sexy you’d look in my lingerie…” he smirked and pulled isaac’s hands around his waist, wasting no time in trailing them down to his own ass so the elder could squeeze and play. “maybe if daddy looks really pretty, i’ll even let you fuck me while you’re wearing one of my skirts,” he whispered, tongue darting out to lick the shell of his ear.

A lazy grin tugged at his lips as he looked at him, eyelashes fluttering as he looked up at Isaac through his lashes. “Mine?” He asked softly, droplets of tears still caught on his lashes as his fingers gripped his shirt needily. “You’re mine?” He confirmed with an eyebrow raise, eyes shining as he looked at him. He felt warmth blooming in his chest as he listened to the words Isaac was saying to him, the way he looked at him so gently, the way he touched him so carefully as though he were the finest, most delicate material he had ever held. Elijah leaned his cheek into Isaac’s large hand as he cupped his cheek and he let out a soft, pleased noise as he felt the other’s thumb rub back and forth over his cheek. He raised an eyebrow and nodded slowly at the question, confusion clear on his face as he waited to hear why he was bringing it up. His doe eyes went wide and he shook his head, opening his mouth to protest before he was hushed. “But you –” he broke off, eyes worried and pleading as he met his gaze, thighs tightening on either side of Isaac’s hips, trying to control himself from whining and telling him not to do it. “You hate her,” he whispered, “she’s awful and only brings you pain. I – I don’t want you near someone like that,” he fretted, and this time it was Elijah’s job to cup Isaac’s cheeks as he rubbed both his thumbs over his cheekbone. “How could I ever ask you put your comfort over mine? That woman isn’t worth your time. I… I still have like… ten thousand dollars let or something. I… I don’t want you to waste your time trying to be nice to her just – j-just because I’m st-stupid and have this d-debt,” he sniffled. Elijah sighed and kissed him sweetly on the lips, humming into his kiss and trying to soothe both of them. He knew the tension was high, and he knew Isaac was trying to keep it together for his sake. The least he could do was try to calm down and show Isaac his presence soothed him. “And… then I’d just be in debt to you. It’s not really a solution, baby,” he sighed, nuzzling their noses together and looking at him with big, pouty eyes.

as isaac spoke elijah felt himself begin to cry more and more, burying his face into isaac’s chest as he pulled him close and whispered soothing words to him. he hated how he was such a crybaby, he really did, but he was thankful that isaac didn’t seem to mind taking care of him when he did get overdramatic. he was malleable as the older handled him, letting him pull him back to the couch, just where they had been before lucas had come in and bothered them. their day had started out so well, dirty promises exchanged between them. the taste of him was still on his tongue from earlier, but the mood was completely different. he didn’t like thinking that lucas had gotten under his skin but he felt - well - scared – because this time it wasn’t just hurtful words coming out of his mouth, they were accompanied by cruel actions that could lead to scary consequences. he let Isaac’s words wash into him, listening carefully because he cared more about what his best friend had to say than the mean things lucas did. his roommate was right - the other was just jealous, clearly annoyed that he couldn’t play with isaac the way he used to, and the fact that Elijah was so popular at the club. “you always do. you always take care of me,” he agreed, sniffling and trying to calm down. isaac already typically paid for their rent and even half their groceries, since most of eli’s paycheck went towards his debt. if he lost his job, he didn’t know how he would keep paying that off, and he started to feel stressed again but isaac’s large hands on his back helped to calm him down. elijah closed his eyes and listened to his breathing, his heartbeat, the gentle booming of his voice soothing to him, and he felt himself relaxing in his arms. “you don’t — you don’t have to do that,” he mumbled, curling closer subconsciously. his eyelashes fluttered and he arched his neck, pressing closer as he worked his mark into his skin. “you promise?” he asked softly, biting his lip as he looked at him, almost insecure in the way he wrapped his arms tight around Isaac’s neck and pressed close. “you promise he won’t be able to take you from me? cus — cus the debt i can live with, being fired i can live with, even the creepy customers i c-can — i c-can live with, but you?” he shook his head and pressed his forehead to Isaac’s and pouted at him, eyes wide and still red from crying. “i can’t live without you, isaac.”

when isaac began to defend him, to tell lucas just how he really felt, elijah felt a weird sense of pride bubbling up in his stomach. his best friend had come so far to be able to defend himself like this, to be able to express his feelings like that. even though he was still having trouble with the literal ‘i like you’, it was obvious to elijah in the way he spoke about him, the way he held him close, the way he treated him as though he were the finest piece of china - isaac liked him. maybe even loved him. he looked at him with warm eyes, rubbing their noses together as he felt strong arms wrapping around his little waist. elijah even made sure to arch his back so that his waist would looked smaller and his ass would look fatter, as though to show off to lucas how much better off isaac was with him instead. “yeah. we’re basically dating,” he murmured softly, eyes crinkling and nose scrunching cutely as he gladly accepted the messy kiss. he stayed pressed up against isaac, resting his ear against isaac’s heartbeat as he spoke to lucas, a sweet smile dancing on his lips at the feeling of being completely surrounded by his hyung - his arms around him, his hard body pressed against his, his voice booming in his chest and all around his ears. he loved how isaac would defend him no matter what, how all it took was a pout and a bat of his eyelashes and isaac would do anything he asked. when lucas suddenly accused him of fooling around with his clients, elijah stiffened in isaac’s arms. his lower lip trembled and his brow knit together as he glared at lucas - he tried to look intimidating, but the way he was holding back tears only made him look like a discontented kitten, and he hated the condescending look lucas gave him. it was sensitive for him because a lot of his coworkers had accused him of the same thing, and a lot of his clients had tried to take advantage of him in the past. he didn’t want to give lucas the satisfaction of winning though, so he straightened his back and turned around in isaac’s arms - keeping the older’s arms looped firmly around his waist, of course - and glared at lucas with his arms crossed and a displeased pout on his face. “i love isaac,” he agreed, “and i’d never, ever hurt him like that.” he huffed as the other walked away, deciding he wasn’t even worth a final remark, and once he had gone, elijah let out a sniffle. it was the only warning isaac had before elijah suddenly burst into tears and turned back around in his arms, burying his face into his neck and needily pressing closer, arms wrapped tightly around him as he took in shaky inhales of the older’s comforting scent. “h-how c-can he spread a r-rumour about m-me like th-that? n-now – now e-even more c-customer are – are g-gonna t-try —” he broke off with a hiccup, tears streaming from his eyes as he tried to hold in his pained whimpers. “th-they’re already r-really b-bad but – b-but now they’re g-gonna be worse c-cus they–they’lll th-think they actually h-have a ch-chance an–and — and i’m g-gonna lose m-my job!”

A small pout was on his face as he slowly got back to his feet, but Isaac’s soft kiss made him feel better. “Mkay,” he whimpered, squeezing his thighs together and trying to calm down after all that. He shuffled into the kitchen to get a glass of water, taking deep breaths to calm down, before moving to Isaac’s room to throw on one of his big, oversized shirts for comfort. It also helped to hide his boner in the boxers he had stolen from Isaac as well. He was going to wait in the bedroom, but he could hear voices and he had a feeling Isaac wasn’t returning to the bedroom for a while. Moving back into the living room, Elijah tipped his head to the side at the appearance of Lucas. He walked towards Isaac and protectively hugged him from behind, his hands curling up around his waist and tilting his chin up to rest it on his broad shoulder. “We weren’t fucking. Yet,” Elijah said, pressing closer possessively. He pouted and kissed Isaac’s neck lightly, a show of dominance, proving to Lucas he wasn’t needed there. He smirked at Isaac insisting on him leaving, and hugged him tighter. “Nobody wants you here, Lucas. Why’d you even come?” When the taller man faced him, Elijah grimaced at him hugging Isaac tighter. He frowned at Lucas, eyes narrowing. “What kind of bullshi–” He broke off and moved from behind Isaac to stand in front of him, pointing his finger at Lucas and shoving him in the chest. “You spread that rumour, didn’t you? Just to try and make me lose my job?” He scoffed and rolled his eyes, before pulling Isaac’s arms around him and sticking his tongue out at Lucas. “It doesn’t matter, anyway. Me and Isaac don’t have a label for what we have but all you’ve done is saved him from getting insanely jealous every time he walks in. You know why he gets jealous? Because he doesn’t care about you, he cares about me.” Elijah gave him a big, innocent smile, before turning to Isaac and wrapping his arms around his neck. “You’ll make him leave, right hyungie?” He asked, batting his eyelashes cutely before pulling him down for a deep kiss, tracing his tongue along his lips and kissing him sweetly. Elijah kissed him for a few moments before pulling back and giving him a sweet smile. “Cus we love each other,” he said softly, only loud enough for Isaac to hear. He turned back to Lucas and smirked. “Not so great now that you have no power huh?”

feeling isaac relax in his arms made elijah light up and happily nuzzle him more. he liked how needed isaac made him feel, how wanted and appreciated he was. “he seems like he enjoys causing trouble just for the sake of it,” eliah mused, before leaning back a little to keep eye contact and stay invested in what isaac was saying as he listening carefully. he wanted to remember everything the older told him because he wanted to know everything about him. he could tell isaac was nervous from the way he rubbed shapes into his skin, the pale skin warm beneath his touch, goosebumps rising as eli let out a soft sigh of content and was relaxing more in his arms. “he took advantage of you, huh?” he asked softly, all too familiar with people using him and forgetting his own worth. elijah ran his fingers up to play with isaac’s hair, massaging his scalp lightly. he knew his best friend was sensitive there - not only did he like having his hair pulled in… situations, he also always calmed down whenever elijah would play with his hair and sing to him… besides, he had noticed how much isaac like having his hair washed. elijah nudged their noses together and kissed him sweetly, slowly. “you know i wouldn’t do that, right? i’d never sleep with a client. and i’d never…  i’ve never, ever cheat on you - ever, okay? i know… i know we aren’t in a relationship or anything but we’re exclusive and i just… how could i possibly want anyone else when i have you?” elijah began to kiss down his neck, still playing with his hair. “i love everything about you, isaac. you’re right, the way he treated you.. that’s not love,” he said, sucking lightly on the skin. he began to press soft, warm kisses along his collarbones and down his chest between each statement. “the way you kiss me in the morning… that’s love.” a soft kiss between his clavicle. “the way you treat my body so carefully but fuck me like i’m your little doll… that’s love,” he pouted at him, shifting further back on isaac’s knees as he pressed his kisses in a slow line down his chest. “the way you leave your shirts out for me to steal… the way you take care of me, both in bed and out of it… the way you hold me close when i have a nightmare…” he pushed isaac’s knees apart and sank down on the floor between them, rubbing his hand over his crotch in his sweats, licking his lips. “the way you hold my hand when i’m scared…” elijah sucked a hickey right in the centre of his v-line, where his abdomen disappeared into his crotch. he tugged down isaac’s pants and grabbed him in his hot little hand, giving him a few slow pumps to get him hard. he licked his lips and looked up at him through his eyelashes. “…the way you hold my hand when you’re scared…” elijah flicked his tongue out and gave a kitten lick to his tip. “that’s love, isaac. what you and me have, that’s love. and it doesn’t matter to me whether it’s platonic or romantic, it’s just… it’s love, okay? what we have is love.” he smiled at him, before opening his mouth and slowly sinking down on his still hardening cock, sucking lightly as he took him all in, and it was at that moment that their doorbell started ringing, repeatedly too. elijah tried to ignore it, instead keeping his eye contact with isaac as he slowly began to bob his head up and down on his cock, his little hand squeezing wherever his mouth couldn’t reach, and the other playing wit his own nipple as his own cock hardened pathetically in his boxers just from being used like this. still, when the person at the door began banging on it and ringing more, elijah sighed and pulled off with a pout. “i think we’re gonna have to get that,” he sighed, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and watching dolefully as he slowly pulled isaac’s sweats back up.

With Isaac squirming and whining, before catching himself and putting on his intimidating voice, Elijah felt his heart warm. He suddenly had a good idea of why Isaac loved watching him squirm so much, because it was such a sweet feeling when he finally gave up underneath him. “But… but I really loved everything you said last night,” he pouted, nudging their noses together as he stole another kiss. He cupped his cheeks and smiled at him. “I liked it, Isaac,” he promised him softly. “I liked how you acted, I thought it was sweet that when you were drunk… all you wanted was my attention. Just me. Just us… making love,” he murmured, humming against his lips as he kissed him again. This time his tone wasn’t teasing, only sincere - because he really liked it, like that Isaac wanted to make love and not just fuck. He smiled, watching him walk away, eyes trained on his glorious ass. Elijah got up and followed after him, resisting the urge to smack it as they went separate directions, instead going about cleaning the dishes and making sure the kitchen was tidy again. He was almost finished, just drying some of the dishes, when he felt the arms snaking around his waist and he instantly relaxed against the broad chest behind him. “Mkay,” he smiled, tipping his head up and pecking him on the lips. Perhaps it was unusual that friends-with-benefits would share so many sweet, domestic kisses, but Elijah knew that he liked Isaac, and he knew Isaac liked him. He thought it felt natural. When they were all done, he let Isaac spin him around however he liked, letting him control the pace as he lead him to the living room. Elijah sat, slightly facing him, their knees knocking together on the couch. He watched as he fidgeted, smiling warmly at how Isaac seemed ready to open up to him before he even asked any questions, and it really made him feel good. With a little huff, Elijah moved and plopped himself in his lap, right where he belongs, and wrapped his arms around his neck. “I want to know…. how somebody like you ended up with someone like him,” he said softly. Elijah tucked his face into Isaac’s neck and hugged him tight, smiling against the curve of his skin. “…What was he like? When… when you were together? Did he… did he…” He felt his breath catch, curling closer as though wanting to comfort him. “Did he make you happy? Ever?”

Seeing him get so excited just from the breakfast he had made him made Elijah feel warm in the pit of his stomach, kneeling on the bed between Isaac’s spread legs and watching hopefully as he tried his food. He felt satisfaction blooming in his chest at the way the other drank the soup so quickly and praised his cooking, his cheeks dusting pink under all the compliments. Elijah couldn’t stop smiling as he ate with him, staying between his legs and facing him with only the tray between them, giggling cutely at the way Isaac continued to compliment his cooking. He felt himself staring back at him with similar hearts in his eyes, the memories from last night swirling in his mind and making his feel even happier than usual with him. Isaac liked him. It was obvious from the way he had acted the night before, why he had continued to complain that they weren’t dating, and it only made him feel butterflies dancing in his chest every time he recalled it. When Isaac mentioned last night, it only served to deepen the blush on his cheeks, the light pink spreading over his nose and down his neck as well as he flushed and ducked his head shyly. When Isaac grabbed a pillow to smother himself, Elijah let out more cute giggles and set the tray to the side, moving to straddle his waist again and pin him to the bed, grinning widely as he wrestled the pillow away from him. “You can’t lie in bed forever, you need to get up and wash up so you can make love to me,” he teased him, laughing gleefully as he leaned down to pepper his face with kisses. Whilst he normally let his strong hyung take control and carry him around, Elijah was incredibly strong himself and it was only in moments like these that he actually showed his true strength, rendering the older immobile by pinning him down with his strong thighs. “Come on, I’m all yours now. Make love to me, my hyungie,” he teased him, throwing his head back in laughter, body shaking above his as he rested his hands on Isaac’s chest for balance. His eyes were shining with amusement, the early morning sunlight highlighting the way he practically glowed and basked in his hyung’s attention. Calming down slightly, Elijah leaned down and nuzzled their noses together before kissing him sweetly. “I don’t want to forget everything that happened last night,” he admitted simply, smiling at him. He closed his eyes and tucked his face into his neck, breathing in the familiar smell of his hyung. “I liked the things you said. I liked how cute you were with me.” Still, he pulled back and pouted. “But I didn’t like how Lucas treated you! What an asshole,” he grumbled, before cupping his cheek and looking at him with a sigh. He knew they couldn’t avoid the topic for long. “Why don’t you go wash up and I’ll do the dishes, hm hyungie?”

( &&. closed starter for @ofvisaac​ )

In the early morning, Elijah yawned and stretched, smiling as Isaac automatically wrapped his arms tighter around his waist in his sleep. His best friend had been so soft the previous night, his drunken self truly showing his real emotions, and Elijah couldn’t help but wake up with a smile still on his face. He watched his best friend’s handsome face in the early morning sunlight for a few moments, before pecking him lightly on the lips and slowly wriggling to ease himself out his arms, carefully putting a pillow in his place like he did most mornings when he had to get out of bed earlier than his roommate. Elijah stepped out of bed and stretched again, gaze soft as he looked at his sleeping figure, before turning and rifling through the drawers for a pair of Isaac’s boxers to wear. He took one last glance at his roommate before he left the room and shuffled to the bathroom to wash up, before starting his day in the kitchen, making Isaac a big breakfast. Hangover soup, of course, as well as fluffy pancakes with cut fruit. He knew that his best friend would want to work out hard later to make up for the decadent breakfast, but he thought that he would still appreciate breakfast in bed. Plating everything nicely (and of course, taking some photos), Elijah loaded up their meals onto a breakfast tray along with two cups of coffee - just the way Isaac liked it, of course - and went back to their room. He placed the tray down on the bedside table and climbed back into bed, crawling on top him and straddling his waist, moving the pillow out of the way. “Isaac,” he murmured, leaning down to wake him up by pressing soft, warm kisses to his neck. “Wake up, hyung,” he asked cutely, his hands smoothing down Isaac’s bare chest. He sucked on his ear lightly for a moment before pressing a soft kiss there. “I made you breakfast,” he whispered, nuzzling his nose affectionately against him, seeking out his body warmth.

The half-murmured comments that fell from Isaac’s lips only made Elijah’s smile grow even more, ever endeared by his drunk hyung. “Thank you for not crushing me,” he giggled, finding it cute that even when he was half-asleep, barely aware of his surroundings, Isaac still wanted to put Elijah’s comfort first. He hummed softly to the elder as he finished up the shower, fondness fluttering and pounding against his ribcage at the gently kiss and the way he pulled him closer. He turned off the shower and detached himself from Isaac only momentarily - keeping their hands intertwined, of course, because he didn’t want to stress him out - and grabbed a towel, patting him dry before patting himself down too. He chuckled as Isaac nuzzled into his neck and mumbled about boyfriends and Lucas and how good he was to him. “Well, you deserve to be taken care of like this,” he said simply - because he did. His hyung was the kindest person to him, having opened his home to him even though he was struggling financially too, and taking care of him by driving him around, making sure he had somewhere warm and clean to sleep each night, and even from the way he took care of him in bed. Elijah could not think of a single person in the world that had made him feel so loved, so well taken care of before, so if he could reciprocate it, even for just one night? He would certainly take it. “And I would be a better boyfriend than that stinky tree,” he said, wrinkling his nose at the mention of Lucas. He continued to hum softly as he dried his hair with the towel, rubbing at the strands until they were only damp and not dripping - they could go to bed with slightly wet hair, he knew that they’d gone to bed in worse states before. “Hm?” He asked, raising an eyebrow at the sudden question. Elijah was taken aback by the intensity of his gaze, although he could see by the size of his pupils that the other was still very drunk despite the intense tone and the way he locked their eyes. Elijah burst into a huge smile and he pulled Isaac in for a deep kiss, hands winding around his neck and playing with the damp strands of his hair, before he pulled away slightly, not wanting to let the older get too into it before he started talking about making love again. “You’re my Isaac,” he said simply, cupping his cheeks. “You’re my Isaac, my hyungie. There is no word in the world that can describe what you are to me, and ‘friend’ definitely doesn’t describe it.” He rubbed their noses together and beamed at him before grabbing his hand, tugging him out of the bathroom and back to bed, being sure to walk just a little bit in front of him so that he could admire the swell of his bare ass and the smooth skin of his back, soft and blemished only with the angel wings tattooed across his shoulders as he led them back to bed.

            isaac  didn’t  know  what  he  was  expecting  the  other  to  answer  his  question  with .  maybe  something  that  would  divert  the  attention  away  from  it  so  he  didn’t  hurt  his  feelings  when  he  revealed  that  he  only  thought  of  him  as  a  friend ,  that  he  only  took  care  of  him  so  much  because  they  were  best  friends .  he  also  didn’t  know  why  he  was  afraid  so  much  of  that  being  the  answer .  maybe  he  could  think  about  it  more  when  he  was  sober  because  at  that  moment  all  he  could  think  of  was  about  how  happy  the  actual  answer  made  him .  “ i’m  your  isaac , ”  he  repeated ,  a  bright  smile  on  his  face .  he  didn’t  know  what  it  meant  that  ‘ friend ’   didn’t  describe  what  he  was  to  elijah ,  but   he  had  a  feeling  it  was  something  good  and  exactly  what  he  wanted  to  hear .  as  they  walked  back  to  the  bed ,  isaac  let  his  gaze  sweep  over  the  expanse  of  elijah’s  back  and  the  way  his  plump  ass  moved  while  he  walked .  the  only  thing  on  his  mind  after  that  was  how  much  he  wanted  that  gorgeous  body  on  his .  “ let’s  sleep  like  this .  m’too  sleepy  to  make  love  to  you  but  i  want  to  feel  you , ”  he  murmured  as  he  pulled  the  other  with  him  to  the  bed .  he  lifted  up  the  covers  and  then  slid  in  under  them  while  pulling  elijah  onto  him  under  the  covers  as  well .  he  loved  the  way  it  felt  to  have  their  bare  bodies  pressed  up  against  each  other  like  that .  wrapping  an  arm  around  elijah’s  shoulders ,  isaac  gestured  for  him  to  lay  his  head  on  his  chest  so  they  were  cuddled  up  comfortably .  he  then  pressed  a  sweet  kiss  to  his  lips  and  nuzzled  their  noses  together  before  laying  back  against  the  pillows .  “ goodnight ,  baby , ”  he  whispered . “ i  love  you  .”  he  then  fell  asleep  within  moments  all  cuddled  up  with  his  best  friend .  

Unsurprisingly, Isaac was pliant and easy to guide when he was in this state, his intoxicated body practically latching onto Eli as though he were a magnet. When they older man pulled him into a big hug, his muscular arms tight around his body and his face buried in his neck, Elijah’s eyes shot open in surprise. His gaze softened and he smiled, wrapping his arms around him and nuzzling his nose against his ear, kissing his cheek lightly. “I love you too, Isaac,” he murmured sweetly - although he never doubted the love his best friend held for him, it was nice when he felt comfortable enough to be vulnerable like this with him. And sure, he could blame it on the alcohol or say that it was because Isaac was tired, but he knew the sentiments carried through even when he was sober. He let his drunk roommate lead him to his bedroom - really, they basically shared his room by now, with one Isaac’s room typically being where they had sex most frequently and Elijah’s being where they cuddled and slept afterwards - but they’d always been cuddly like that, even before they started to hook up. He watched with amusement as Isaac stripped down to his boxers, stifling a laugh as he took off his own clothes too and picked up his clothes to place neatly in the hamper to be washed later. When Isaac informed him he was ready to make love now, Elijah let out a cute giggle and crawled on top of his body in his lap, both just in their underwear now. “You said we could shower first, hyungie,” he teased him gently, cupping his cheeks in his palms. He smiled as the other fell asleep right before his eyes, humming softly and threading his fingers through his silky hair as he let him lay there for a few moments, wondering if it was worth waking him up to shower. Elijah definitely wanted to shower, having danced twice that evening and working the pole, and knowing that Isaac had been out in the club too made him even more certain that they should shower. Shuffling off of him, this was the only time Elijah thought his muscles finally came into use, as he helped the older into a sitting position  and then moved to the edge of the bed, helping him onto his back. Elijah let out a soft huff as he slowly stood with the heavy male, hands hooked under Isaac’s thighs and feeling his strong arms draped over his chest, and piggy-backed his hyung to the shower. Elijah guided him to sit on the toilet seat, pulling his boxers down for him and trying not to wake him up too much, and pecked him softly on the lips. “Just gonna clean you up, mkay daddy?” He asked softly, knowing that using the nickname would relax him further. He moved to turn on the shower to a nice temperature before peeling off his own panties and turned back to Isaac, crouching beside him and putting his arm over shoulders to help him into the shower. “Relax, daddy. Eli  is going to take care of you this time,” he cooed soothingly, guiding him under the spray of the water and reaching for the shampoo to wash him. He made quick work of bathing Isaac, letting the older lean against his body heavily with his face buried in his neck as he shampooed both of their hairs and guided them under the hot spray of the water, before reaching for the soap and lathering him up, despite the awkward position.

It was so adorable watching how excitable he was, an almost childlike innocence in the way that he so earnestly showed his affection. “I don’t know… you normally wouldn’t say ‘make love’,” he giggled, eyes warm as he leaned forward and kissed him gently. “But I like it. When you’re sober I’ll let you make love to me all you like,” he teased him, before doing a cute twirl to show off the shirt. He was practically preening under all the attention, the flames of his crush licking at his ribcage as he let himself lose to the ‘boyfriend’ experience that Drunk Isaac was giving him. He didn’t think the older would remember too much of it anyway, and even if he did, he would assume Elijah was just humouring him all evening. “All yours,” he said softly, letting Isaac lace their fingers together and stepping close to be by his side as he guided him through the club. On their way out, Elijah made eye contact with one of his coworkers - ironically enough, the girl who had gotten him drunk the last time - and she waggled her eyebrows at their linked hands before mouthing ‘got your back’. He knew she would cover for him, especially since he knew she was rooting for him and Isaac. When Isaac suddenly stop, Elijah grunted in surprise as he collided with his broad back, pouting and rubbing at his forehead. His eyes narrowed dangerously at the smirk on Lucas’ face as he looked at the two of them, tipping his head to the side with a smirk. It was clear he was planning something, based on the calculating look he gave, but before he could even respond, Isaac was drunkenly laughing and dragging Elijah away yet again. He was quiet, taking in the information. It seemed like Lucas and Isaac had had a very serious relationship, if he still had some of his shirts. Elijah let him bundle him into the car, smiling sweetly at him as he got into the passenger side. “You’re cute like this, you know?” He said grabbing his large hand and kissing his knuckles gently. Elijah pulled his hand to rest on his thigh and leaned across the console to kiss his forehead. “You should sleep, hyungie. When we get home we can have a warm shower together and sleep, mkay?” He smiled again and started the drive, and it wasn’t long before they got home. He didn’t mind driving, but he did enjoy admiring Isaac while he drove, so he hope the other had had the chance to admire him too. Getting out of the car, Elijah circled around to his side and helped him out, pulling his arm over his shoulders and letting the taller man use his body for support as they went up the elevator to their place. “You still feeling okay?” He asked gently, cooing lightly as he fussed over him. “Just a few more steps, come on babe.”

When Isaac mentioned the dude who had been staring, Elijah raised an amused eyebrow. He was used to the stares, wasn’t particularly bothered by them when he was on shift, but he was surprised that Isaac had gotten so worked up over it - he supposed that explained why he suddenly squeezed his ass and had covered it with his large hands. “You know he wouldn’t stand a chance against you, babe,” he cooed, kissing the tip of his nose. Drunk Isaac was just too cute - he enjoyed the attention, liked seeing him get a little riled up even if he appreciated how the older was good at keeping his cool. It made him weak to think that Isaac was so calm but he would lose his cool for him. “My strong daddy,” he added, teasing him with a small chuckle as Isaac dropped to his knees before him, touching him reverently as though he were the finest artwork he’d ever seen. Elijah blushed deeply, the colour going all the way down his neck and bleeding into his collarbones, giggling shyly as he tugged at his hair. “Hyung – c’mon, stop being silly,” he grinned, clearly enjoying the praise and gentle kisses pressed to his body. He hummed, watching him with a fond expression and playing with the soft, silky strands of hair as he left a hickey right on his abs, not far from his belly button, the jewellery in it glinting in the low lights and sitting snugly in the warm skin. “All yours,” he confirmed gently, knowing that when Isaac was drunk he tended to be overly affectionate, and really the best way to deal with it was to accept his affection. Elijah knew if he didn’t argue, then Isaac would be soft, pliant to do whatever he asked - not that it was all that different to when he was sober. He always did whatever he asked anyway. However, his eyes went wide with surprise when he was suddenly pulled into Isaac’s lap, not expecting the other to take it beyond the gentle kisses. Elijah’s cheeks puffed out as he held back a giggle, and he couldn’t help but grin widely at him, holding his face too and squeezing his cheeks lightly. “You are so gonna be embarrassed in the morning that you said this,” he giggled, before leaning forward and capturing his lips in a sweet, gentle kiss to placate him. “Let’s wait til we go home, okay hyungie?” He said - of course, he had no plans to actually let Isaac have his way with him when he was drunk like this. He could never ever take advantage of his best friend like that, even if they frequently had sex. Still, he figured if he just agreed with Isaac and showed him affection, he would come with him to the car, and when they got home he could deal with it then. Sitting in his lap, Elijah reached for his clothes behind him and tugged on the shirt - one he had borrowed from Isaac. “Look, aren’t I cute? Let me drive you home, in your shirt, in your car, back to our place, and then we can get into bed together, hm?” Placing another soft kiss on his lips to placate him, Elijah wiggled off of his lap but stayed between his legs, knowing if he moved too far it would stress him out. He pulled his jeans back on and tucked in the big shirt, before holding his hand out for him. “Let’s go, hyungie.”

It was so cute, the way that Isaac was instantly placated the second Elijah had his eyes on him again. He knew he was going to have to deal with Lucas the next time he came in, and that Lucas might even try to get him in trouble by spreading lies, but currently his main concern was his drunk best friend, who was already leading him away with a strong amount of force. He opened his mouth, ready to protest Lucas’ words on his way out, but Isaac beat him to it. Hie eyes softened as he watched him, squeezing his hand lightly to let him know he was there. “Like I said, Lucas. You’re his past. His past can’t hurt him anymore,” he said before being pulled out of the room. A warm smile spread over his face, butterflies in his tummy going insane at Isaac’s admission that he had moved on - it made him wonder if he had moved on to him, but judging from the evening’s events he felt it was safe to say that it probably was. “Okay, hyungie. Let me just tell my boss –” he broke off, eyes wide with alarm as Isaac dragged him through, practically growling at anyone who even looked at him. His roommate was stronger than him, even while drunk, and whilst Elijah knew he could get out of the hold, he definitely didn’t want to hurt Isaac the way he had hurt Lucas earlier. He smiled fondly once they were outside, amused that he had dragged him all that way. “Thank you,” he chuckled, taking the key from him before kissing his cheek. “But I need to get changed, hyungie. You don’t want me walking around like this for anyone to see, do you?” He asked, batting his eyelashes innocently. “Come, let’s go get my things, hm?” He didn’t want to leave Isaac alone in this state but he also knew the other would be grumpy about having to go back through the club. With a sigh, to placate him, Elijah kissed him on the cheek and turned, grabbing Isaac’s hand and placing it on his ass, letting the older play with him however he liked as they walked. He took them around to the back door and entered quickly, grabbing his things, before he turned back to Isaac and pecked him on the lips. “Be a good hyungie and sit still while I get dressed, okay?” He asked sternly as he pushed him into his dressing room seat in front of his mirror, facing him instead of the mirror. He was already taking off the ears and reaching to unzip the leotard, back arching as he tugged them down, leaving him only in lacy black panties, fishets that hugged his waist and thick thighs, and of course, his high heels. Elijah turned back to Isaac and pointed to the neaty folded pile of clothes behind him on the table and tipped his head to the side expectantly. “Can you pass me those, hyungie?” He asked, a soft smile on his face as he anticipated Isaac’s reaction when he saw him in just the shirt and the sexy material clinging to his figure.

Everything about Lucas was pissing Eli off. He didn’t know what this guy’s problem was, why he couldn’t understand that neither of them wanted anything to do with him. He scoffed in disbelief at the way he leaned down, clearly trying to indimate him - but Eli wasn’t easily intimidated when he was this fired up, and he was definitely not going to back down from this overgrown carrot of a man. Rolling his eyes, Elijah folded his ams across his chest and stuck his hip out sassily. “He’s mine,” he repeated, “he’s my best friend and he’s my roommate. Whether or not he’s more than that is none of your business but Isaac is the most important person in the world to me and I know it’s the same for him,” he said calmly, refusing to take the bait. He knew Lucas was just trying to taunt him, and he wasn’t going to let it work. Elijah scoffed and rolled his eyes, ready to tell him that Isaac would never take him back and that he couldn’t have him back anyway, but Isaac suddenly chirped that he was right, and Elijah felt all of the blood in his body turn to ice. He froze for a moment as he felt arms snake around his waist and felt the older man pull him close against his hard body. He relaxed when he realised that Isaac wasn’t agreeing with Lucas that they would be back together if he wanted, a warm, sweet smile spreading over his lips at his innocent, drunken question. Before he could respond, however, Lucas had already reached forward and cupped his cheek - and Eli saw red. All his years, fighting on the streets, at school, in the gang, all those years spent in martial arts training came in handy now, as his hand shot up and he circled his hand firmly around his wrist, yanking it away from Isaac and twisting it hard so that Lucas was forced to spin on his heel, hand twisted awkwardly behind his back. Although Lucas had superior height, Eli was stronger than he looked and knew how to keep people at bay. “Don’t you ever fucking lay a hand on him again,” he growled, releasing him and shoving him forward before he turned in Isaac’s arms and wrapped his arms around his neck. “Oh, baby,” he cooed, smiling at him.. The heels brought him to Isaac’s height, his nose brushing against his as he played with his hair. He kissed his cheek, his heart beating faster in his chest at the way Isaac more or less confirmed his suspicions that he did like him and want to be with him, but didn’t know how to express it and was perhaps nervous to make any move. “We’ll talk about this later, okay darling?” He said, voice soothing as he locked eyes with him, giving him a cute smile to distract him long enough to talk to Lucas and make him leave. “But I am yours, alright handsome? Baby Eli isn’t going anywhere,” he promised him, giggling as he nuzzled their noses together. “You wanna get out of here and leave that big meanie Lucas here all alone?” His voice loud and obnoxious so the man in question could hear everything he said.