Sniffles

The rain beat down endlessly on my already decreasing body heat. There is no place to stay since the Naughty Ottsel is closed for the next week. Being that both Tess and Dax are out of town. For the last two days it has been raining nonstop. I heave a deep sigh and continue to look out over the port of Haven City. Startling me out of my gloomy and depressing thoughts, a warm hand clasps my shoulder. I focus my blue orbs up and on the face of the idiotic elf who dared lay a hand on me. Only to find that mischievous emerald eyes stared down at me.

“Come on, Jakkie Boy.”

“Leave, Jinx.”

“Aw ‘on’t be like that. Up you go.”

That warm hand grips my shoulder and hoists me up off the cold concrete. I stagger a bit from sitting so long, only to have the bomb experts hands grip my waist to steady me. I didn’t particularly want to move away from the warmth, but the dirty blonde man shifted my weight to my feet. We both didn’t speak much on the way to the man’s tiny apartment. I try to keep my vision from fading in and out on me, but it doesn’t work so well. I remember sagging against the bomb technician and blacking out.
Blinking against the small, uncovered light in a cramped room, I sit up only to find the majority of my clothes gone. Sweat soaked sheets covered me, a small cup and plate. I try to stand and knock over the plate on the table. Emerald orbs turn their attention to me, making my face burn even more. He get’s up, quietly walking towards me helping me up from the floor.

“Take it easy pretty boy.”

“Let… me… go.”

“You’re the one clingin’ ta me, sugar.”

Damn it! I push away from him only to fall flat on the bed. A shitty grin lifts one corner of his stubbled face, like he’s admiring me in this vulnerable position. Instead he grabs my legs and tosses them on the bed. After that task is done, Jinx pulls the sheet off and tosses it aside in an empty box. I shiver pitifully from the sudden onslaught of cold air, tucking my knees under my chin in hopes of extra warmth. The dirty blonde runs a callused hand through my hair and dips his head to my forehead. I stiffen, not wanting any part of him on me.

“What are you doing?”

“It’s better ta check your temperature this way.”

Slightly cracked lips gently touch the center of my forehead. I don’t move, not even an inch from him until he’s done. The other man pulls back and heads to the small bathroom. Nimble fingers play with the top of the bottle absently, entrancing me to some degree. I turn my head away from him, praying he doesn’t do anything.

“Here.”

“What are they?”

“Crack cocaine, what do you think. They’re aspirin. They’ll help with the fever.”

My mouth forms into an ‘oh’ shaking a grin from the bomb expert. Why is he still standing there? After getting the harsh tasting pills down, the bomber pulls me from the bed. Wobbling again, my knees buckle and I crash into Jinx. Another thing he can use. My head began to swim again the room nothing more than blurry shapes. His nasally voice gently floated to my ringing ears, warm breath tingled my senses. Especially the strong scent of tobacco and gun powder. Oh Precursors! My head is killing me! We both stumble to the tiny bathroom…. The shower even smaller than the room itself.

“You able ta get a shower?”

I nod weakly almost sure that I can do it by myself. It takes me about 10 minutes without falling on my ass to get the buckles around my calves undone. With a deep sigh I finally get undressed and turn on the water. I lean against the wall of the small shower and let the water run down my heated skin. Not 2 minutes after I got in the shower my vision swam viciously, blurring at the edges. I remember waking up to the dirty blonde sitting with me on the shower floor. Quickly sitting up, the tile spun, blurred vision and slumping back against the welcoming body.

“ ‘Ey, Jak. Come on kid, wake up.”

The water is still running soaking him to the bone. Light strands of blonde trickle with the water framing his rough features. Oh precursors make the pounding stop… somehow he manages to lift me from the shower and into the bedroom. In a towel, no less. Soft, clean sheets slither across my skin. Don’t go… please. I reach out to grab the back of his retreating shirt, making him pause.

“Please don’t.”

“Heh. ‘at do you think I am?”

Ignorance laced through the other’s tone. I shake my head to the sides. Just don’t leave me alone.

“Don’t…leave.”

Jinx’s eyes widen in realization after what I had asked. I release the grip I have on his shirt and close my eyes.
The bed dips with another weight. I’m too muddled to even understand what I asked of the other man. Tender arms loop around me in a gentle embrace, pulling me to a slightly broader chest. Instant warmth flooded my back. Finally I’m able to fall asleep. Sometime during the night, I awoke refreshed. Panic set in after I couldn’t move from the bed. A clothed leg is wrapped around one of mine, setting the anger a boil. Twisting to see who it is, I grind my teeth to stop from doing anything. Just calm down. He’s not doing anything to harm you. The bomb expert stirs a bit pulling his source of heat closer to him. I hadn’t realized that my breath caught in my throat, making it awfully hard to breathe. Jinx nuzzles the back of my neck curling tighter around me. No more you’re too close. I yank away from his grasp and stare at the momentarily stunned technician. He blinks emerald orbs sleepily at me. Yawns stretching like a cat.

“What the hell do you think you were doing?!”

“ ‘Ot so loud, Blondie.”

“Jinx?!”

“ ‘Ey you asked me to stay. ‘Ell you even grabbed me shirt!”

Fuckin’ asshole! There is no way in hell I’d ask that, let alone him! Fed up with him, the first blow is all I got in. Now pinned under him, bottom lip busted from the hit. The bomber, as I just noticed, is straddling my hips, his face mere inches from my own. I try to put up a struggle but it is no use. I begin to feel trapped.

“ W’at you go an do that for, Jakkie boy?”

I look away from him. Heat steadily creeping into my cheeks. Though I hate to admit it, it did feel tremendously good. Ack! What the fuck am I saying… he’s a man and so am I. Jinx leans down against my ear warm breath ghosting across the casing. Oh fuck that felt good… No! I… I… what’s wrong with me? Hesitantly the dirty blonde dips his head, the slightly wet appendage caressing my lips. The gentle push against my lips for admittance slowly began to melt my resolve. His tongue darted in at the slightest opening of my lips. Warm, moist, nothing like I expected. The bomb expert slowly trails me up his chest. Flush against it, melting the remaining chills in my body. The man’s tongue exploring the cavern, tasting each and every part. Oh god… Callused fingers weave their way through my green-blonde strands massaging the follicles at the base. Why is this happening? But I can’t seem to pull away from him.
I break away from the scorching kiss, panting just a bit from lack of air. He moves his ministrations to the underside of my ear along my jaw. Sweet-tempered nips and kisses trail down my torso. Burning hands trace every line and dip of muscle on my abs and pectorals. I inhale deeply at the feel of his rough hands on tender flesh. Squeezing my eyes shut as the bomb technician licks the taut peak. A small whimper escapes the confines of my chest. I can feel him smile against me, tracing his tongue back up and around to the tip of my ear. Vibrations from his chuckle sent chills over warmed skin. Grasping my hips, Jinx slides his thumbs under the towel’s edge. Each small caress began to drive me nuts.

“Nh… ah.”

I jump at the touch of Jinx’s hand just above the hair line. The other elf grins even more at my reaction. My breathing quickens as he unfurls the towel from my waist. I lay there exposed to him, to anything the dirty blonde decides to do. Yet he doesn’t make a move to pin me in any way besides my hips. Sharp little pains shoot through me, almost pleasurable in their fierceness. Taking my mouth with his stars shoot past my vision on how good those lips feel. The bomb expert strokes a rough finger over the tip of my hardened erection. Slamming my blue orbs shut as he runs the length of me. Precursors that feels so good!

“You a’ight there blondie?”

“…Just f-fine…”

A sudden hotness envelopes the tip of my cock, that talented tongue swirling around the tip. Not much of my brain is thinking logically at this point, only carnal desire shoots through. Jinx gives it a long stroke with his tongue from base back up. God does that feel so good! I throw my head back with a heady moan. I grasp his still damp hair, it cascading over broad shoulders. Affectionate pets grace the sensitive inside of my thighs, pushing a soft mewling sound from me. Please… Damn the suspense. That now familiar warmth enfolds me again, wringing an echoing cry. I thrust my hips further into the other’s mouth, deeper. Chuckling deeply the vibration sent me screaming. The other elf removes himself from me, trailing a hot tongue back up to my collar bone. Lightly placing small bites along my hips and stomach. You know that warm, tightening sensation taking place right in the bottom of your gut right when something amazing is about to happen? Well magnify that by like ten. God the tension is becoming unbearable.
Kissing me, the dirty blonde whispers quietly. With added emphasis on following the outside of my ear.

“Relax, pretty boy.”

“How am I supposed to….!”

Sudden pain shoots from between my thighs. I grit my teeth, waiting for it to pass. Pleased emerald orbs dance in the suddenly dim light. Running his hand through my hair as a warning, Jinx slides in another finger. I squirm uncomfortably for a few seconds as it subsides, panting. He nuzzles my neck as his fingers penetrate further into my moist heat. With a couple movements from said fingers, my sweet spot is found. A small flutter bounced through my belly, awaiting for more. I move to try and find that spot again anxious to feel it. The technician growls light-heartedly.
“Impatient, are we?”

“Please… I want… to feel it…again.”

“Oh I can do more than that pretty boy.”

Another brush through my locks. His way of saying that there’s going to be penetration. Licking his callused appendages, the dirty blonde lathers his member. Smiling at me he positions and slides in. Oh fuckin’ precursors! The whole length of him, tight, firm. Those few moments of adjustment are blessed on my end. Jinx pulls out just enough that the tip is still penetrating. One beginning hard thrust, right to my prostate. I rake my nails down his back once he set up a rhythm. Pausing briefly the other elf lifts my ass to rest against his knees. This added more to the already burning sensation in my gut.
A couple of strokes to my stiff member, one long breathless kiss, and a tight grip on shoulder length dirty blonde hair. Muscles go rigid under his fingers, preparing for release. Tossing back my head my orgasm tore through me, knuckles almost as white as the sheets. Joining me not a minute after, his hot seed filled me. Riding out the rest of our post-orgasmic euphoria I inhale deeply. Little stars dancing in front of my vision. Damn.

“Heh. ‘Ow’s that fer your first time?”

“Oh… fuckin’ precur…sors!”

I’m still catching my breath. What a fuckin’ ride. Jinx rubs his face against my neck again, pulling out and spooning behind me. Nestling down into the man’s arms, we both fall into a peaceful slumber. Not worrying about anything. Nothing but rain against the boarded up windows.