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Elliott was always nervously excited to hear from Alexander, nowadays. He stopped being someone Elliott feared and started being someone he… craved? Something about his demeanor, he wanted so little from anyone. And when he called upon Elliott, it always meant something physical. And that excited him to no end.
Tonight, he was greeted at the door of Alex’s apartment, promptly brought inside. The man was seemingly dressed for a meeting or something; dark slacks, button down shirt, hair in a ponytail. Elliott looked at his first two buttons undone, the downy hair of his chest barely visible. Elliott liked the way he dressed up, it put him in mind of a professor from a college course. He thought that was kind of sexy… in a “oh no~ we mustn’t” sort of way… Maybe he was gross for thinking it. But who cares, Alex only invites him over for one thing anyway. Why think too hard?
“I have just a few more things to work through, I apologize for asking you over preemptively. I had assumed you would have been late.” He said while continuing back upstairs. Elliott followed on his heels every step.
“Yeah probly a not-wrong assume-us. Assumption.” He shrugged to himself, “I usually would have taken longer but I was in the neighborhood, so…”
Alex turned to look at him, raising an eyebrow, then kept on walking “What affairs do you have in Eelhead Bay?”
Elliott gulped, shifted his eyes. It was none of Alex’s business if he was shopping around for old folks homes for his mom. And he didn’t want to exactly lend that info out. “Nothing. Don’t worry about it.”
“It’s just curiosity, Elliott. Simple curiosity.” Alex finally turned a corner in the upstairs hallway, into a room that Elliott had never seen before. An office with all grand furniture, dark oak finishes, papers on every surface. The room itself was stark white, with black iron cabling on the glass windowed pitched ceiling.
“Wow Doc. Your home office is…” Elliott looked around only to see Alex settling back in his chair to pour over notebooks, a laptop. And a very complicated readout of what Elliott could place as chemical tracing tests. The chemist had even found his stupid, not-sexy-at-all glasses and placed them far down the bridge of his nose. Again Elliott found this ‘professor’ vibe version of him to be too hot to behold. No wonder he never got his masters, if this is how his stupid brain was gonna be!
“Elliott, you may take a seat. Or continue to the bedroom. Whichever you prefer.”
“Oh. Sure. How… how much more work do you have there?” He tried to peek over the man’s shoulder, only to be met with silence. He was already reading and engrossed in whatever weird science it was. Cold shoulder, he was used to it in games but never when he was called over. It made his stomach tighten. They were about to go let out all the pent up… stuff out in the bedroom, the least he could be is a decent host!
Elliott took the only other seat, a rather uncomfortable drafting chair. He dwelled on the visions of what they were about to go do, only making him more eager. So… he began to touch himself. First, just a brush over his nipple, to harden it beneath his shirt. He thumbed at the raised bud and savored the heat it brought to his cheeks. Next, he lightly squeezed his own pec, exactly how Alex likes to do. He kept a close watch on the chemist to see if he was getting any of his attention. He didn’t really give up much. But Elliott had only just started.
He continued, hands trailing downward to feel himself through his soft, worn jeans. He started to fill out, down his inner thigh the hard length appeared. He teased himself. Stroked himself. All while still tortuously clothed. And still Alex hadn’t noticed.
Elliott slowly lifted his shirt, exposing his chest, his nipples were peaked, still, he was well into aroused territory now. He played with them some more, swiping his fingers up and down over one, while his other hand massaged his own chest. Damn. It was far too hot touching himself in plain view of his hookup, the anticipation only adding to it.
The moment he ran his hands over his restrained length he let out a needy little huff. Alex finally out of his trance, turned to see Elliott in his very compromised state. His eyes widened, studying him up and down.
“I was wondering what that sniveling noise was.” He said in a usual tone of biting meanness. But Elliott knew him too well now. That was just a front for just how hot that got him. His face flushed pink, and he swiveled his chair to face his guest, “Why didn’t you just wait in the bedroom if this is what you had in mind. Does disrupting my work arouse you, Witt?”
“Can’t wait.” Elliott shrugged, not stopping any movement, he made eye contact and continued, “We u-usually get right to it, Alex. I don’t see the harm in starting early.” Elliott tried to keep his voice calm and even but there was still a fair amount of intimidation he felt from Alex.
“Fortunately for you…” Alex stood from his desk chair, unbuttoning his cuffs, and walking over to tower over Elliott, “I’ve just finished my last inquiry of the day.” He took a few buttons out from his collar to mid-chest, “despite your attempts to distract me.”
“So you heard me over here the whole time?” Elliott asked with a smile on his lips.
“The unfortunate side effects of having a powerful intellect, Mr. Witt, is that nothing escapes my notice.” He stood, squarely in front of him, looking him up and down, “Let us proceed. You know where the bedroom is.”
“ Tch , Doc, it’s sooo far.” Elliott reached forwards, fingers looping into his belt, bringing the massive man hip to hip, “Fuck me here.” He smiled devilishly.
“This… is my office, Witt. Sex is for the bedroom, this office is for genius.”
“Aww come on! Don’t you ever fuck where you’re not supposed to? It’s hot!” Elliott tugged his belt loops playfully another time.
“Quite stuck on… with whom I am not supposed to….” Alex let his sentence end rather than let an unwarranted swear slip out. He looked through his furrowed brow to the trickster. “I’d be lying if I said that wasn’t a factor, here.” His eyes fell heavy on Elliott’s lips, mesmerized. “How tempting that notion is, suddenly.”
Elliott now knew his method of flirting was more of an “out loud reasoning speech” coming to a conclusion before… coming to a conclusion . So to speak. Elliott knew he was debating the idea, but wasn’t prepared for the result.
Alex knelt in front of Elliott’s chair with a gruff noise, and he looked up through his lashes at him. Elliott was stunned. He started to speak up, “So you’re into it, I see…” he quickly trailed off, mainly because of the short glare he got.
Alex was handsey, usually preferring not to speak out loud about his next few steps, or really, even asking nicely. Elliott, however, couldn’t exactly stop himself from talking on the most regular of occasions. Let alone during their little visits. Ironically, he got less and less requests to shut up the more physical they became. Alex had finally gotten his belt undone, fly down, and was faced with the barely covered bulge under it all. “How torturous.” He breathed out, it was so quiet, Elliott was sure it wasn’t really meant to be responded to.
“Witt. You and I always seem to fall into the same pattern, where I am the one mounting you.” He raised an eyebrow from his place between Elliott’s legs, “One must ask the question, if we were to reverse our positions… how much would our enjoyment differ?”
“It… it sounds like you’re asking me to top.” Elliott blinked dumbfounded, “or, well, it sounds like a dissertation is asking me to top.”
“If we must use the colloquial phrase, then yes. That’s exactly what I’m proposing.”
Elliott couldn’t resist touching himself through his last layer of fabric, just a quick stroke to stop his entirely too aroused cock from twitching. “Fuck, Doc. I mean, yes of course, duh. But like, genuinely. Fuck.”
“Yes, Witt, I understand your lack of vocabulary. Please remember your words. Direct me.” Alex started off that retort with his typical stern tone but the way he softened at the last two words made Elliott feel dizzy. He felt at a crossroads. He absolutely had become accustomed to the way Alex could toss him around, he craved it, even. But now he saw the opportunity to become the man’s undoing. By lavishing him with pleasure and praise and attention, he could very well watch the Doc become putty in his hands.
“Alright, Alex.” He sighed, “You’re already on your knees. Why don’t you start by opening wide?” Elliott quickly pulled himself free of his boxers, lolling out heavily over his lap, directly in front of his host’s face.
Alex raised an eyebrow, then- god, almost too casually parted his lips. He silently sat there, unmoving.
“Well?” Elliott chuckled, “Come on you’ve seen me do it enough times, don’t tell me you need more is- instructions.”
His brow furrowed, but he didn’t exactly show any more signs of being reluctant. In fact, Elliott watched his tongue dart out just before feeling it dragging heavily along his shaft. He whimpered at the sensation, as Alex continued on and angled the tip to enter his mouth, shallowly.
“S’good, Doc, feels so good.” Elliott encouraged. “How far back can you take it?” He hinted.
Alex closed his eyes pensively, and very obediently, slid Elliott further into his mouth, then back again, then further still. Elliott felt his head rutting against his throat- he let out a hiss of pleasure. “Al-“ he whispered. Alex grunted in response. Then, he felt his hands smoothing over the soft denim over his thighs, pushing them further apart. Elliott didn't fight the urge to reach down and hold his head in place. They both softly groaned at their mutual handsyness; despite frequently disagreeing and squabbling in the ring, outside of it, they had found a rhythm. Surprisingly. Elliott whimpered when he thought too hard about Alex finishing him like this. With his mouth, on his knees, being totally compliant and eager. Whew.
“H-hey, Al, let’s- ah. Let’s not spoil all the fun s-so fast, huh?” He combed through some of the tied back hair to get his attention.
He pulled off Elliott's cock with his wet tongue being the last to break contact between them, as he rolled his eyes, “Witt, you know I abhor that shortened name.” He huffs out flatly.
“Yeah, yeah, I know, sorry. Just a bit compromised, there.” Elliott nodded along as Alex got to his feet again. At Elliott’s current eye level, he couldn’t miss the obvious state of arousal he’d also gotten into. Elliott’s eyebrows raised, he almost whistled, too. But it was a tough crowd today, and he wasn’t particularly trying to get kicked out just this second. Though, Alex saw him staring, and tutted.
“Keep focused, Witt. We cannot fall into the same habits. Direct me.” He said those words again, and it went right to Elliott’s head.
“Yeah, of course. Uh. How long has it been since you, um, bottomed?” Elliott stood from his chair, reminding himself that, yes, he still only came up to Alex’s nose.
“That information isn’t the most crucial, Mr. Witt.” He tensed up, looking down into Elliott’s eyes, coldly.
Elliott shook his head, “You said to direct you, I’m just trying to figure out the easiest and most fun way to make this happen, alright?” He cocked his hip to the side, exhilarated by standing up to him
“A long time. Years.” Alex responded, casually.
“Okay, alright. S’all I needed to know.” Elliott raised his brows. “You should be on your back, I’ll take care of all the prep work. Heh, Lucky you.” He chanced a little wink. “Now, wanna mosey on up to your bedroom, Doc?”
“Actually, Witt. You’ve incited this idea in my head. Here.” Alex gestured to the wall-length desk beside them. “Now.”
What could Elliott do except nod, flustered.
“Fetch whatever we might need from the powder room down the hall. Go.” Alex turned away from him, shuffling the items on the desk to the side, piling books up to shove them to another surface.
Elliott pretty much ran to the bathroom down the hall to find the drawer they usually used grabbing lube and condoms and hurrying back. Turning the corner and re-entering the room, he caught the full sight of Alex lean-sitting on the edge of the desk, one foot up on a box of books to angle his hips just right. He was unbuttoning his fully opened shirt at the cuffs. His pants managed to be undone and pulled down his hips just enough to let the tails of his shirt out. Above all this glorious, ruggedly handsome and excruciatingly sexy sight, this was just about the first time Elliott had ever seen red in his cheeks from excitement. That might have taken the cake. If it wasn't for the, “Are you ready, Elliott?” that absolutely dripped out of Alex’s mouth just then.
Before he could think, Elliott crossed the room, placing himself right between his thighs and pressing his chest to Alex’s. For that, he got two warm and rough hands around his body, trailing down to his ass. Alex pressed him in closer, and Elliott felt him still eager as ever. Elliott let his lips graze against his neck and bit affectionately. It brought a slight noise out of Alex that made him weak. Neither of them were much for preamble, but it was fun every once in a while. Alex broke them apart just long enough to tug his pants down further, and froze when Elliott took over to undress him, and nuzzle his length on the way down.
“Brief me on the next steps, Witt.” he softly barked out while grabbing a fistful of Elliott’s curls to stop him from getting distracted.
Elliott’s heart pumped fast, “Oh. right, yeah. Okay, first, I’ll just slip a finger or two into you, to stretch you. If you’re feeling comfortable, then, next- I guess it's just, y’know. Business as usual…” he tried to not fluster himself with an overly detailed explanation.
“Is there a reason you’re procrastinating, then?” Alex freed him from his grip so that he could put himself more solidly on the tabletop.
“No, sir. Not a single good reason.” Elliott let his voice drop low. He crowded closer, slicked his fingers with lube and circled his entrance. The pad of his finger slowly built pressure until his hole accepted it shallowly. Alex coughed out a sort of moan when Elliott pushed further and turned his head away. Elliott felt him tense up for a moment, and before he let his brain spill out every version of ‘I’m sorry’, Alex looked back up at him to nod, and speak with a dry throat.
“Continue, pl-please.” His usual authoritative tone had been tried and tested just then, making Elliott’s head spin.
“Yessir,” Elliott half giggled nervously. He barely waited for Alex to relax before applying more force; just feeling how tight and hot he was made Elliott flatten his palm against him and lean his hips in. It was unreal to see Alex shiver from the motion, but then he even whispered his name, and it was like heaven. Elliott leaned over further, thrusting his finger in and out, being sure to stroke him inside on each pass. He changed his pace again to add another finger, inside he let them gently scissor him wider. He needed to feel him, like… now.
Alex bucked at the new digit, Elliott thought it was in discomfort but, no, it was just to get more motion out of the prep, He couldn’t - and didn’t - resist bending over to kiss him. His hand was sandwiched between them while he indulged in the feeling of Alex’s tongue fighting his. He humped forwards ever so pitifully to slide his fingers in, until he just could not stand it anymore.
“Ready, Doc?” Elliott tried to smolder, but who on earth would believe he was in control here. He waited for Alex’s soft nodding to get a little bit more sure, and pulled his fingers out.
Alex let a small huff leave him when Elliott stopped to roll on his condom and slick himself, but surprisingly he sat very still, very well behaved. Much better than whenever Elliott was in his place, he can't help but to move around with anticipation. But Alex seemed to have taken some holy vow about not even touching himself. Even though Elliott couldn’t stop watching his thick cock bob and pulse at the attention. What a faker. Elliott used some excess lube on his hand, and while he was sidling back between Alex’s hips, he took his cock in his hand, teasingly and loosely.
Elliott lined himself up and tried not to let the vision of Alex on his back, on his work desk, surrounded by loose paperwork, and books- all for him- ruin their fun. He softly cooed down at the man, “Relax, baby.” He rubbed his tip against his entrance, feeling just the smallest resistance. With the prep and how wet his hole was, though, Elliott had to barely shift his hips forward and suddenly Alex accepted his cock almost greedily. He gasped audibly, forgetting that he had Alex’s cock in his hand- what he wanted to do was stroke him in time with his own motions, but that all went out the window quickly.
“G-god, you’re hot and wet and so tight” Elliott managed to croak, he felt every inch as he leaned further in. “How do you like me, Al?” He tried to smirk.
Unfortunately, Alex was busy rolling his eyes into the back of his head- his big hands gripping the edge of the tabletop he was spread onto.
“That good, huh?” He wanted to melt and die, “Can’t disagree… How long have you been thinking of having me fuck you, Doc?” His pace began to kick up as he met less and less resistance. Alex began to truly relax around him now, only making it harder for Elliott to resist giving in. “Not long, I bet- You’re a ‘get what you want’ kinda guy- I like that.” Just then Elliott thought to finally make good of the hand around his cock, and gave it an excruciatingly slow, long, pump.
“For the love of-” Alex finally found his voice, Elliott anticipated some sort of retort, a command- to shut up or go faster, et cetera. But instead, Alex just regained his composure, he wanted to do nothing more than lay there and get fucked. Oh-hoho ho… This was a dangerous poison for Elliott to indulge in; Having complete reign over him made him feel like he was drunk. His hand moved again, stroking Alex in long languid motions. Alex tensed up slightly but otherwise continued to challenge himself to stay still. It was strange. Not the actual act, but the way Elliott equally wanted to break him, but also let him stay, like a good boy. Even that thought made him almost lapse. Maybe this was all a test, and damn it all, he wanted to pass.
Elliott curled down, over Alex, to kiss him again, this time, taking a chance on running his hand to the back of his head to make sure that when he bit his lip, he didn't recoil. He didn’t. But Elliott could feel that he wanted to. With his fingers still tangled in his tied back hair, Elliott parted just to fuck into him a little harder, a little faster. “You’re being so- i dunno- good .” He breathed out, “You can react, you know. No need to be on your best behavior for me, Doc.” He stroked him just to feel his breath hitch again. Damn .
Finally, finally, Alex shivered and opened his mouth to speak, “I am not…” It was barely a sentence, he was obviously trying to hold back his moans. “I have underestimated…” Another half thought.
“Want me to stop..?” Elliott’s bravado wore away at that second, if Alex was uncomfortable, or under prepared and hurting- Just then his large, hot hand grabbed Elliott’s jaw and face hard.
Alex dragged him closer and simply ordered, “Do not stop, for anything.” with that, he let go, but seemed to have snapped out of his monastic impulse to stay still. Alex’s legs wrapped heartily around Elliott’s hips, pulling him in closer- Elliott bottomed out, earning a gruff little moan from him. Fuck .
“If that's how you want to play, Doc.” Elliott re adjusted his stance, leaning his upper body back to better hold Alex’s legs up and around himself. He let himself go, thrusting, watching himself disappear into his hole, toying with Alex’s cock. He thumbed at the head, letting his loose grip torment the poor man. “God, why do you feel so fucking good, Al? Just wanna fuck you for hours.” Elliott didn’t even hold himself back from rambling, it seemed. In fact-
Alex craned his neck to look down his nose at Elliott, “Whatever you do, do not stop that incessant blabbering.” His second command so far and Elliott couldn’t believe his ears. Don't? Stop talking? Usually it was the complete opposite. Alex ended that exchange by growling, “Faster.” He sounded nearly unwound. Elliott was still reeling from the other instruction, but he figured he should get started on both.
“So, you like to hear me waxing poetic about how good you feel, huh, baby?” His words fell from his lips honeyed and low- now this was a part he could play. He placed his hands on Alex’s hips, the pudge covering them begged Elliott to dig his fingernails in- so he did. He put some weight behind his next movements, making good and sure that ‘faster’ was possible. “There’s not much else to say about it, other than you took my cock soooo well. Like we were just meant to switch around one of these days.” Alex’s chest rose and fell more desperately at those particular remarks. “Though, come on, I mean seeing you like this, how am I ever gonna be convinced to go back to bottoming?” Elliott smiled, showing just too much of each of his teeth, “Oh, wait…” He cocked his head to the side, and took Alex back into his hand. “Was that your plan all along?” Slowly stroking him right then caused a pearl of precum to leak out. Elliott let his thumb swipe it over his head, which made Alex’s entire body jerk forwards. He did not moan but he parted his lips anyway.
Elliott’s other hand slithered up his body, fingers tracing the slight chemical burn scars on his side. He savored the ridges of the damaged skin as his fingers ran over them, making his way up to his chest. He massaged his pec in his hand, and swiped his thumb over his raised nipple indulgently. Frankly, all of this literal hands-on attention of Doctor Alexander Nox had Elliott almost at his limit. He so rarely got to dwell on his more base feelings of why they started hooking up; the not-insignificant attraction to the massive, brooding, threatening type was just par for the course for Elliott. And now, he had the chance to fuck the man senseless, a promise which he was making good on, apparently.
Alex, through grit teeth, let out an absolutely pathetic begging whimper after Elliott had leaned down to toy with his nipple with his tongue - biting and licking absentmindedly. This was something of a last straw for Alex, who quickly pulled Elliott by his neck so that he could kiss him deeply. Elliott had no objection to that, he loved the way Alex kissed him in the throws of passion. It was always thrilling and almost desperate. Like it was to reward him. Elliott slowly pulled out and thrust in deeply again.
“Witt, I’m…”, His breath hitched, cutting his warning off, but Elliott knew- he could feel him pulsing from the inside. His body almost writhed on him, around him.
“Yes.” Elliott found his voice, “You are.” He smoldered as best as he could, reaching forwards to stroke him again. This time he matched his own thrusts with his hand perfectly- winning an earnest moan from the man below. “Just like that, baby. Take it.” He fought to keep his head clear, he was not immune to the way Alex felt, sounded, hell- looked . All rosy and dewed with sweat from being treated to the fucking of a lifetime.
“Elliott!”, Alex tossed his head away and bit his fist- hard. Elliott felt his entire body lock up, the pressure was exquisite around his cock. He almost buckled at the feeling, almost. Instead he stroked Alex all the way through his climax, relishing the feeling of his release sticking to his fingers, and the sight of it painting his downy chest. Alex let out a single stuttering breath as he came down from his high. Alex’s sharp eyes found Elliott’s.
“Y-you okay, Doc?” Elliott squirmed like he only just realized that there might be some consequences to his actions. Mainly, his remarks during all this. He also squirmed because he wanted nothing more than to chase his own end, fucking Alex deeply. “Please say yes, I- I need-” He cut himself off by thrusting inadvertently further in. Alex’s body tensed up again- Suddenly his hand was in Elliott’s hair one more time- pulling his ear to his mouth.
“Do not dawdle, Witt” He hissed. Elliott would be lying if he said it didn't turn him on to be told that. He folded down, over Alex, and with his new position- Well, he couldn’t resist. He fucked up into his hole, the feeling of it fluttering around him, still wracked with his orgasm made Elliott hot. Alex’s hand made its home in his hair, pulling just how he liked. He could hardly stand how close he was, he realized he was softly saying “God, please, please, yes-“ until the very moment his senses flooded with pleasure, his brain lit up and he spilled deeply into Alex, like he’d definitely fantasized about. His body gave way to shudders just after his moans died away, and Alex took his hand from his curls.
“Doc, that was… w-wow.” Elliott breathed heavily as he tried to pull out as subtly as possible. He watched himself slowly leaving his stretched, well-loved, hole, just because he really wanted to keep that image in his brain. When he looked back up at Alex, he was blushed pink. Elliott didn’t know if he should chance remarking again, so instead he left to fetch him a warm washcloth.
When he stepped back into the office, he got another eyeful of his chosen stress reliever. He had managed to sit up a little, but he was still largely stripped bare, with His pony tail just out of place. it was overwhelming how good he looked in a suit, but devastatingly sexy to see him half out of it, filthy from his own climax, and depleted of energy. Elliott went to his side and cleaned him up, with a sort of reverent gentleness. He felt immensely satisfied that Alex actually let him, too. By this time he was usually trying to put on his clothes and order a ride out of here but… Alex sat in his spot, in a calm stupor. Elliott wasn’t sure of he should push and ask if he was alright, or if he should just back away. Before long, Alex spoke up.
“Usually, the testing of a theory is not nearly as… enjoyable as this one was.” His voice was rough, dry and tired. Elliott would happily take credit for that. Alex sat up properly, and began to pull up his slacks “After all, what a cruel twist it would be for fate to endow you like that , and never provide you an opportunity for its use .” Alex had his flirty voice on, and Elliott begged his brain to translate faster- oH.
“Awww, are you saying you’re a satisfied customer?” Elliott giggled. No matter who it’s from, or what it’s for, Elliott Witt lived for praise. “Glad you asked me, too, Doc. You are… something else.” He whistled.
That comment stunned Alex briefly, but he regained his composure, and usual tone of coldness. Just like that, it was all business again, “Yes, Elliott. Well, I’m sure you have somewhere to be.” He implied while fastening his shirt buttons.
“Ah, gotcha. Gotcha, yeah. I’ll head out.” He got the picture, the mercy killing of the conversation.
“Unless you feel unsafe departing at this hour..?” Alex questioned, there wasn’t an intention behind it, he certainly wasn’t asking Elliott to stay over in a roundabout way. Alex was genuinely curious why he was hesitating. It's not like he’d ever stayed over before- beyond a few after-match hookups, Elliott typically left minutes ago.
“Nah, no Doc. I think you’re the scariest thing in this neighborhood. Respectfully.”
Alex tilted his head, and raised his eyebrows. He blinked, and finally nodded, appreciating the comment. "It would be difficult to prove you wrong." He concluded. "When you're ready, I'll walk you to the door, Elliott."
"Sure. Thanks, Doc." He shook his head of the idea of sleeping next to the man. After all, he'd be back soon enough for another call.