AIN'T IT FUN, AIN'T IT FUN

[Elijah barely had time to enjoy the view until Felix had made his way back to the bed and laid down on top of him again. The feeling of his best friend’s naked skin against his own had him moaning softly against Felix’s lips. His hands ran down his back, fingers digging into his skin as he moved his hips up, desperate for some kind of friction.] “I need you, Fe.”

[Felix didn't need much prodding. The thrust up against him caused him to pull his bottom lip between his teeth, eyes closing for a second to regain a little bit of equilibrium. It took him a moment, but after a beat he was leaning up, holding his upper body up with his right hand as his left hand slipped between them, gripping both their erections in his hand-- tugging hard once before starting to set up a teasing rhythm. Enough to give them both friction, but leave the need for a taste of something more in the very, very near future.] "What do you want?"

[Elijah gasped as his back hit the mattress below them and he barely had time to think before Felix’s hand was down his pants, another moan leaving his lips. It was all over too soon, too fast as Felix spoke again and with a pout, Elijah’s hand moved to push his jeans down along with his underwear. Pulling them off, he threw them across the room before grabbing the hem of his shirt and pulling it over his head. His eyes followed Felix as he moved around to get what they needed, Elijah’s hand moving down to wrap around his own erection as he waited.] “You’re wearing too much, Fe.”

[Felix decided to take a second to watch as Eli's clothes hit the floor, skin being exposed little by little. His own erection ached within the confines of his jeans-- just like it always did when they were in close proximity. The usual of hiding it didn't seem to matter now, both excited and ready for another round between them. He stripped down out of his clothes, the shirt coming off first followed closely by his jeans and underwear-- both guys completely naked. Felix had to dig a bit to grab a condom and the lube from his backpack. As his fingers wrapped around what he needed, he almost jumped in delight. Hightailing it back to the bed, he found the spot back between Eli's legs, pressing down to kiss him full on the lips.]

[With his jeans now painfully tight against him, Elijah moved his hands down to pop the button open and pull the zipper down. Felix’s hands tightly gripping his hips had a soft moan slipping from his lips, his hips rolling down harder.] “Take what you want, Felix.” [He leaned in and pressed a teasing kiss to the corner of his mouth, one hand moving up to thread through his locks.] “I’m all yours.”

[Felix didn't need anymore prodding than that. If they were going to make mistakes like this, at least they would be the kind that felt good and were fun while they were making them. He waited until the button was popped on Eli's pants before gripping his hips tighter, enough to get him up and off his lap onto the mattress below them. Fitting into the gap of Eli's thighs, Felix let his hips roll down and his hand fit between them to slip under the waistband of his friends pants, allowing his fingers to run over what he could of what he found to be his friend's ridiculous hard erection. He teased for a second before sitting up-- suddenly needing everything they'd need within his reach.] "Take your clothes off. I'll get.. y'know."

[The question that left Felix’s lips followed by the hand that moved up to grip the bulge in his hand sent two completely different signals but Elijah didn’t say anything. The hand on him was enough of a sign to know that this was exactly what his best friend wanted. Elijah moved to straddle Felix and his hands rested on his chest as his eyes searched for the other’s.] “One more time is not going to hurt us.” [With every word that left his lips, Elijah rolled his hips down, a small smirk playing on his lips.]

[Felix had no idea what was going on-- from the second he felt Elijah's hand on his thigh he lost the ability to think, or keep track of what he should be doing right that moment. This was probably a bad idea, but his best friend straddled across his lap and that ass pressing against the place he needed it the most? Felix wasn't about to look away from that. His hands moved to grip Eli's hips tightly, probably adding a couple more marks to the arsenal the guy already had. Hips pressed up to chase that teasing roll and pull of his tight ass, mouth open and completely slack.] "No, I guess it's not. I want you."

[Elijah’s eyes wandered down to the now very obvious bulge in Felix’s pants and it seemed as if though they both had the same thing on their mind. Without saying another word about it, Elijah reached out and let his hand rest on Felix’s thigh, giving it a slight squeeze as a small smile appeared on his lips. He was only growing harder in his jeans, the fabric almost painfully tight as he let his hand slowly move up his friend’s thigh. His eyes searched for Felix’s, looking for some kind of sign that this was okay.]

[ Felix felt he should've been stronger-- that the hand on his thigh shouldn't have drove him bonkers as much as he did. Yet, he couldn't help the way he inhaled a deep breath and dropped his hand to cover Eli's. They weren't supposed to be doing this again. For the sake of their band and most of all-- the sake of their friendship. The chemistry, the ease in which they could be together, it was there in all aspects; sexually most of all. Little by little, he dragged the other guy's hand up until he could press it down against his bulge, eyes shutting at the feeling of not only the touch, but Eli's heated skin under his palm. ] "You sure about this? We did say never again?" [ As he asked the question, he let his hand move from Eli's to reach across and grip his best friend's bulge-- the obvious arousal drawing a gasp from him. ]

[Elijah rolled his eyes at the comment that left Felix’s lips and he shrugged his shoulders, looking over at him with a grin. They had always been comfortable with each other and had more times than not found each other in compromising positions, the embarrassment between them had long disappeared.] “It’s just so good.” [He moaned out the words, his hand moving down to press the palm of his hand down against the bulge in his pants before he no longer could stop himself from laughing. Quickly moving his hand away, he shrugged his shoulders again.] “If orange juice turned me on, I’d need you to check my sanity - whatever’s left of it, anyway.”

[ If he thought his throat was dry before, Felix didn't know how to describe this feeling-- the way his tongue seemed to stick to the roof of his mouth at the sight of Eli pressing that palm that'd been all over him the night before. His erection, that had gotten bigger since they sat down, seemed to pulse at the sight-- with need, want, and a lust that he knew, if they acted on it now, he'd never be able to control. Swallowing around the thick, sticky dryness in his mouth, Felix nodded, trying to get his head around what he'd just seen. ] "Well, dude-- you've always been a little crazy. Maybe it's about time you got that shit check out, anyway. But uh... Jesus fuck. That's hot. So hot." [ Felix could still hear the moan radiating in his ears, each time he heard it bringing back pictures of the night before-- the way he'd moaned because of the things Felix did... the things he wanted to do again. ]

[Another laugh escaped Elijah’s lips, the thought of putting Felix through all of this again was certainly an entertaining one - but he wasn’t the only one with a terrible hangover. Shaking his head, he nudged his friend in the side with his elbow.] “Don’t worry, I was just joking. I’m not fucking stupid.” [Taking the pillow from his lap, he placed it behind his head instead as he decided there was no longer any point in hiding. If he was to get turned on again, then so be it.]

"Thank fuck. I literally thought you were trying to kill me for a second there. I thought we were better friends than that, man." [ He breathed out deeply, his stomach stopping that rolling sensation now that he knew he wouldn't be putting anymore alcohol in his system for a little while longer. Felix's lips turned into a grin, just because he felt so comfortable like this with Eli-- despite the raging thoughts of sucking his dick, or watching the other guy ride him like he'd done the night before. They were still friends, and Felix still felt so goddamn good around Eli. His eyes slipped down to Eli's lap subconsciously, his grin spreading when he saw a slight bulge there. ] "So, talking about orange juice gets you going, huh?"

[Elijah couldn’t help but let out a laugh as he opened his eyes again, only to turn his head to look at his friend. There was no longer any doubt that the only thing he wanted, was Felix. They’d both agreed that it wouldn’t happen again but the more he thought about last night, the more he wanted Felix like that - at least one more time.] “Bad influence or not, I don’t control your alcohol intake, that’s all on you, my man.” [His eyes wandered down to Felix’s lips, another sigh escaping his own.] “Maybe I should bring out that bottle of tequila again.”

[ Felix's brow shot up-- he couldn't handle any sort of alcohol for at least another few days. They lived the rockstar life, alright, but his body liked to rebel a good majority of the time. He liked to save the crazy drinking days for when they didn't have to shower people with their talented-- preferably at the after parties of their shows. His eyes bulged a bit at the thought of feeling like this while trying to play the next day. ] "I think that's the worst idea you've ever come up with. Why would you even want that? My liver is still fucking shouting its rebellion at me."

[Elijah turned his head to look at his friend and he offered him a quick smile, one hand absentmindedly moving up to rub at the hickey Felix had left there the other night. He’d played it off like he was mad about it, but in all honesty? There was nothing hotter than someone marking him, especially that someone being Felix.] “If you expect me to go get you some orange juice, you’re wrong, buddy.” [He let his hand drop to rest on the pillow again as he leaned his head back against the headboard, letting his eyes slip shut. He was desperately trying to will his growing erection away, a sigh leaving his lips.] “You know I can’t do that, the night doesn’t even start until my signature bottle of tequila comes out. You just have to deal with it or man up enough to be able to say ‘no, thank you, I’ve had enough’.”

"That's a bull shit request, man. You and I both know that you'll either tease me until the shots are slipping down my throat, or you'll manage to give them to me, anyway. Man up my ass, friend. You're just a bad influence." [ Felix couldn't hold back the affection in his voice. They'd been friends long enough for something like this to be a natural state-- the tease, the talk of how well they knew each other. Though, the added sex the night before had never, ever happened. He couldn't quite figure out what had them toddling into their hotel room and stripping the other down, but now that it happened... it was all he could think about... hell, wanted to think about. Absentmindedly, his tongue slipped out to trace along his bottom lip, his mouth suddenly dry at just the thought of how tight Eli had been, or how well they seemed to fit together, hip to hip, hand to hand-- kind of perfect like they'd always been together. ]

[Despite trying hard to, Elijah couldn’t get the image of Felix last night out of his head. He couldn’t stop thinking about the way his friend had looked when complete pleasure took over his body, or how completely blissful he looked after they’d both came and were basking in the afterglow. The visual was enough to turn him on at random times throughout the day, but as he’d mostly spent the bus ride in his bunk bed, it hadn’t been too hard to hide it. But now? Now that he was sitting on the edge of his bed, alone with Felix, it was from easy.] “Orange juice?” [Elijah moved to sit with his back against the headboard as he grabbed a pillow to put over his lap, pretending as if though he was resting his arms on it.] “There’s a mini bar over there, I’m sure there’s some sort of orange juice for you.”

[ Getting up, Felix moved over to where Eli was sitting, parking his back against the headboard a couple inches away from the other. They were close, but not close enough to be touching, or anything like that. Before he could think to speak, his eyes caught sight of the... relatively big hickey on his friend's neck. He turned his head to chuckle slightly, playing it off as a cough after a second. ] "Nah, I already got up and moved. It's too far of a walk and my head still really fucking hurts. Remind me to never let you talk me into tequila. The hangovers are always so bad," [ Felix mumbled as he let his head roll to the side to look over at Eli-- actually look at him, instead of the squareness of his jaw or the mark he left from the night before. Getting turned on right this second was probably the worst thing that could happen-- with the two of them not embarking upon the sex thing again. ]

I thought we already agreed that this wouldn’t happen again.

We did. We were just talking about it and y'know. Anyway, yes. Not again.

It was fun. A nice relief. We can’t let the others know.

No, I know we can't. That's got to stay between you and I-- and we can't really... do it again. 

We’re not twelve, Fe. We can say that we fucked.

Fine, fine. We fucked. For me, it was good fucking. 

Much like you, I don’t exactly control where I leave my marks.

Exactly. Just using that to remind you that you can't control what you do when you're doing... that. That good.. that. 

At least I didn’t leave any visible marks.

Hey, shit head. I didn't do it on purpose. I didn't know about it until I saw you this morning. I have one on my bicep, though. How did you manage that?

I don’t trust you when you say that.

You honestly can't see any more. Just the one on your neck. I'm not scott free, either!