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Honey, you can't handle me, I'll have you singing an aria before you come. [too blunt? Maybe. This is just fucking around, he tells himself, and that's why the moment the door closes in them in the dingy bathroom Elliot wastes zero time letting his lips collide messily with Ryan's as he physically picks him up and places him on the sink.

He's driven by greed and hunger and pure indulgence, tongue forcing Ryan's mouth open already, hand already undoing the first button on his pants. Fuck it.

Someone walks in, whistles band tells something Barbour THE starchild getting some, and Elliot waves a hand behind him to shut the guy up, who simple checks his makeup and leaves. ]

[That's probably true as well. Ryan's...well. Ryan's never really been with anybody before beyond maybe a handjob and that's probably sad and he knows it, but what do you expect from home? It's part of the reason he's not at all disturbed by the idea of letting Elliot have his way with him even though he should.

God he knows better than this. He knows he knows better than this but it doesn't matter because Ryan's just as driven by greed at this point. He's tired. He's tired of having to tiptoe around the subject and he's tired of having to wait for people to notice him and he's tired of being ignored. If Elliot wants to hook up? It's a fucking compliment.

It's for that reason that he doesn't even protest when Elliot picks him up and he leans back against the wall, trying not to fall in the actual sink and hands moving to push Elliot's jacket off, his shirt, anything he can really grab. It's obvious that he's not a stranger when it comes to kissing though because his lips immediately part and his tongue draws Elliot's in, hips tilting up to assist with his jeans.

Fuck it, indeed.

Of course his eyes fly open and he tries to back off the minute someone opens the door and he's a little frozen when the guy doesn't leave despite the fact that Elliot's hands are still moving. Once the other man leaves though he relaxes slightly, hands moving up Elliot's shoulders and rubbing them slightly while still allowing his mouth to move against his in a harsh, hungry kiss.

It's broken briefly though as his hands move to pull at the waistband of his own jeans to speed along the process, looking at the other from under his lashes.]

So...you do this often, huh?

[Elliot breathes heavily in response for a few seconds. Ryan's managed to get Elliot's jacket off of him, but he still has his vest, the entire think lined with leopard print like it's the most natural thing in the world. ]

Only with people I can stand. [he's teasing, even still, and he presses his lips against the shell of Ryan's ear, hand finally moving into his partners pants and cupping everything, murmuring his appreciation. ]

[He realizes that removing the rest of his upper clothing is fairly useless but it's about all he can grab at the moment. He can't stand the idea of just sitting back and letting someone else do all of the work, not in a situation like this. It's a lack of appreciation and right now Ryan's so appreciative of the circumstances.]

Well...I've never done this before, so congratulations. [His own breathing is matching Elliot's, though there's a sharp inhale as the other's hand wraps around him. It still surprises him how different having someone else's hand on him feels than his own, but it never stops being a good feeling. He shifts back to try and relax but the muscles in his stomach are already tensed up.] Better make it worth it.

[ Elliot pulls back to put the fingerless gloves he was wearing to his own face, ripping the snap button off with his teeth. Much easier , and when the gloves gone and he dips his hand down it's far easier (as it can be with Ryan's pants in the way) to grab at the other's cock, stroking it rhythmically.]

You're going to come for me, darling, right here like a good boy. [hes hissing in Ryan's ear, now, completely predatory and loving every minute. ] you're gonna see stars when I'm done with you.

[Well, he certainly believes that. Immediately there's a sharp gasp as Elliot's hand starts moving, followed by a slight little whimper that comes from feeling hot breath against his skin. This went from flirting to serious in a matter of seconds and he doesn't regret one second of it. His hips shift, trying to thrust further into Elliot's hand for more friction as he bites on his lower lip. So much for just not laying there.]

...promise? [There's a shaky little smug look, a sign that he's not completely going down without a fight.] Sounds like a bunch of pretty big words to me.

There's a lot of things here we're dealing with that are big.

[ He needs to stop the snark, he know he does, but the second glove is going off and he dips it in his own pants, getting them both off. And why the fuck not? It's hot, looking at Ryan against the bathroom mirror, on the ledge with those ungodly cheek bones jutting out just so.

Oh, fuck. He's definitely attractive and Elliot can't help himself, moving to kiss along his neck, bending over to get a better hand on Ryan's cock and to whisper things in his ear. ]

C'mon, baby, tell me you want it.

[It doesn't help that his eyes drop down to where Elliot's hands are and he's blatantly watching him get both of them off. It's talent, to say the least, and he's not even bothering to shy away from Elliot's mouth or hands, his own hands holding him up by resting on the sides of the sink.

Truthfully, the snark was what kept this as light and normal as possible for Ryan but at this rate he's gone from "amused" to "insanely turned on" in three seconds flat. ]

You want me to beg for it? [He's trying to sound incredulous, but it's hard when he's biting back little groans every time Elliot's hand moves in a particular way over his cock.] You're not giving me a whole lot of incentive here. [And actually, he's moving suddenly, grateful he's as flexible as he is as he leans forward to nudge his hand into Elliot's pants and close around the other's hand to stroke in time with his movements.]

[ There it is--Elliot makes a hitched noise, nostrils flaring, and he lets out an almost musical hum. He's grinding up against his hand and Ryan's letting the slightly domineering demeanor falter for a few seconds. ]

You're the one on you're back. [ not quite. Still, Elliot shivers and leans forward, smirking between the other's neck. ]

[He's pretty satisfied with that reaction, grinning to himself as he tightens his grip and moves his hand at a little bit of a faster pace and hopes that Elliot gets what he's trying to say. Keep up, Starchild. He looks over his shoulder at the mirror behind them before locking his eyes with Elliot's again, purposefully leaning back a little further.]

And I think I'm exactly where you want me so why should I beg for anything? [There's a higher hum in the back of his throat, causing him to pause and drop out of character again.] Shit, do that again.

'Cause it'll make you even hotter. [ryan's hum is almost musical and it sends shivers down Elliot's spine. He can't help but laugh, excited and hot and heavy and he speeds up, thumbing the tip of Ryan's cock. He'll do it again and more, if Ryan keeps making that noise. ]

Holy shit, don't stop...[It's hard to say if Ryan's acting or if he's serious, but judging by the fact that his breathing's hitched again it's most likely the latter. He's doing his best to keep up with all of Elliot's movements, fingers tightening again over Elliot's cock and head tilting to try and catch his mouth again. His hips are wriggling to try and get out of his pants and allow more movement but that's not really working out too well and even if he can't get his mouth on Elliot's all he's accomplishing is moaning in his ear.] Please?

[ It's not quite a whine but Ryan's letting out something that just makes Elliot's inner musician absolutely delighted. It's hard to concentrate, though, both his own and Ryan's on his crotch, and that little big and whine, and Eliot finds his hips bucking hard as he comes almost at the same time as Ryan. Semen fills his hand and, breathing heavily, hair somehow looking perfectly in place but his eyeliner a little off from sweating, he dips his head and kisses Ryan rather gently on the jaw. ]

See? [ He's out of breath and a little red in the face, but he pulls up his hand and licks at his index finger suggestively before flicking the tap on on the other side of Ryan. ] Fun.

[He's pretty sure the loud smack that echoes in the bathroom is from his head hitting the mirror as he throws it back, hips tilting up and gasping groan spilling from his lips as he releases into Elliot's hand. It's been a while since anyone else has touched him (too long, embarrassingly enough) and he's pretty sure it's pathetic that he didn't last long...but then again, Elliot didn't last much longer. He doesn't move as the other kisses his jaw but he's careful to remove his hand from Elliot's hand, cautiously poking his tongue out to lick one of his fingers.

It's not pleasant, but it's not horrible either. Instead he just slips his hand under the running water as he works to catch his breath, ragged little grin on his face.]

All right...you were right. [He's still watching his hand, rinsing it off.] Glad I said yes?

[ Elliot laughs, as usual, but it's incredibly breathy as he tries to steady himself, disappearing into a stall and pulling a few bits of toilet paper to clean both of their pants up. He washes his hands again, before scooting over to the mirror and pulling out what can only be described as a small leather purse. Gucci, bitch.

Still, he's already got his eyeliner out and a few mini wipes so he can fix the damage the sweat has done, hmmming softly at himself. ]

I guess, if I really had to think about it. [ He's teasing, though, and as he's bent over to get a better look at himself in the mirror he gives out a half-gasp. ] Oh, God, you know that was sarcasm, right?

[Ryan still doesn't actually move from the sink, head starting to swim a little as the alcohol catches up and the gravity of the situation sets in. He doesn't seem to be upset, though mostly confused what comes next. He shifts a little, zipping his jeans back up and turning to face Elliot as he watches him reapply his make-up. He rolls his eyes at the comment.]

Yes I know that was sarcasm. I'm a performer. I have to be fluent in sarcasm if I want to survive here. [He hums, arms loosely wrapped around his stomach as he readjusts his clothes again, hat included.]

What time is it?

Time for us to go dance again. [ Elliot's answer is casual, flippant, and after a brief bit of lip gloss he puckers his lips in the mirror, makes a funny face, and then turns to talk to Ryan.

He desperately hopes he hasn't fucked up and that Ryan's had casual encounters before.

Shit. What did he say earlier? He hadn't done this sort of stuff before? Maybe just shit in public...?

Oh, fuck. Elliot desperately hoped he didn't mess this one up.]

Only if I get another mai tai. [He's strangely serious about that, but he's sliding off of the sink, patting Elliot on the cheek as he heads toward the bathroom door.

He's trying not to let himself be unsettled by the fact that this just happened. But there's a first time for everything and Elliot's done this before. He can't make this a big deal because if he does, Elliot will. So he just looks over his shoulder, shooting him a flirty little wink before opening the door and already begins dancing his way to the bar. It's up to Elliot if he follows but he'll be back to the dancefloor once he has another drink in-hand.]

[The next morning had been a bitch and a half. In the last twenty hours Ryan Evans had been stood up, had his first real experience with alcohol, danced with a really hot guy, got jerked off in the bathroom by said-hot guy and then came home late and woke up with a hangover. He'd debated skipping class, but in the end he fought down the bile in his throat and sucked it up, hauling himself through a full day of classes. He didn't have a lot of time to think about the night before though when he approached Alex in class that day he just gave a sugar-sweet smile and told him how much fun he had the night before announcing loudly enough that he was so touched that Alex felt he could share the secrets about his STI with him but that it just wasn't going to work out.

Childish? But effective.

Thank god the next morning his schedule was a little less rigid and he could take it easy. The trouble with taking it easy is that he let his mind wander back to Starchild again and it made his brain hurt. He didn't have any classes or rehearsals until the afternoon so he took his time that morning waking up, reveling in the fact that all of his suitemates had to be out early that morning. He eventually emerged from his room around 10am after his morning yoga, ready to fight with the coffee maker and ease into the day when he realized that one of the useless people he lived with didn't buy anymore coffee.

And so his easy morning turned into "I'm going to leave passive-aggressive notes on the coffee maker before I get dressed and go out to the most hipster cafe I can find."

Turns out it didn't take that long. A friend of a friend had told him about this coffee shop not far from campus that he had to check out and so wrapped up in jacket and a scarf with a matching trilby Ryan Evans braced the chill autumn air of New York to walk two blocks. He had headphones in and he was absorbed with his music, practically dancing his way down the street as he ignored everybody around him, eventually making his way into the shop and up to the line at the counter. There was only one person ahead of him which gave him enough time to look around at the cafe and at the board. By the time he got to the counter he was looking down at his iPhone to swap songs, not looking up as he places an order.]

If I asked for a nonfat vanilla latte with two shots of expresso would that be possible, or do I have to go two blocks the other way to Starbucks?

[ He's just shy of his glasses, courtesy of contacts and the fact that he always winds up losing his glasses if he leaves the house with them, but Elliot is casual today. He has to, of course: just because he doesn't have to wear a uniform doesn't mean he can show up in the glitz and glitter he normally wore while out.

Besides, all his club shoes were a pain to navigate a small kitchen in, and part of his job includes not slipping on espresso and breaking his goddamn neck.

He's got jeans on, though, and very ratty, very worn out combat boots he got second hand. A Queen t-shirt, of course, and an apron that once said his name was Elliot but has been scratched out and is covered in stickers of stars.

And truthfully? If the snarky douchebag used that voice one more time on him Elliot was going to make sure he was seeing stars, or at least magically find his spit in the drink.

Of course, another fucking asshole from Julliard who's rich as fuck and--Oh, no. It's Ryan.

Colour Elliot surprised, and he licks his lips before responding: ]

Hi Ryan, who pissed in your cereal today?

[He can hear someone talking to him over his music and so he pulls out one earphone, eyes narrowed as he looks up about to repeat himself. It's only then that it clicks that the barista said his name and Ryan takes a closer look at who he's talking to.

At first it doesn't register and the blank look on his face says so. However, even without all of the make-up it's hard to forget the eyes and it doesn't hurt that there are star stickers all over the nametag. His own eyes widen and he actually has enough grace to feel really, really stupid as he practically yanks the other earpiece out, scrambling to pause Katy Perry from blaring everywhere.]

Oh my god, I'm so sorry. Hi. I promise I'm not actually usually a dick and I didn't even--[...wait.]

...wait you work here? [He's trying not to grin but it's pretty hard.] Rockstar at night, coffee bitch by day. Suddenly things make a little more sense.

[wow. Elliot's brow is quieted up, still. He likes the Katy perry but he's decided unimpressed by the bitchiness.

Maybe Ryan's a real New Yorker after all. The coffee joke makes him crack a smile. ]

Have to pay for all that alcohol I buy my adoring fans when they get stood up. Here, or to go? [yeah he remembered that drink. ] or would you rather Starbucks?

[If it's any consolation Ryan's pretty much 100% apologetic and he's actually doing his best to avoid eye contact because he's realized he acted like a giant asshole. Nevertheless he quickly shakes his head, glancing up just once.]

No, um...here? I guess? I'm sorry it's been...[He waves a hand vaguely. It's not his place to bitch to Elliot about his life. He was a one-off, that much Ryan knew.] Here, please. I have a few hours to kill and I don't feel like hanging out at my dorm still. [And he tries to make it up with a charming grin.] So that's something you can make for me?

Nonfat vanilla latte with two shots of expresso. Any preference on milk? [thats Elliot's way of saying it's all good. He starts to make it, glancing up to give Ryan a friendly smile, and rolls up the sleeves of the shirt he's wearing under the Queen Tshirt to reveal a shitton of tattoos as he goes about his business. ]

It's been what? [and, to clarify:] you said 'Sorry it's been...' And then trailed off, earlier.

Nonfat soy if you've got it. [He's leaning on the counter to watch, already acutely aware of where his wallet is and already making up his mind he's leaving a giant tip as an apology. He props his head up with a hand much like the first night they met, headphones tucked into his pocket and eyes wandering over Elliot's arms because hooooly shit. He doesn't say anything for a minute, and it's clear he's squinting a little to make out exactly what the hell's going on there. When Elliot speaks up though he just shrugs.]

It's nothing. Just...people being people. [A wry grin matches the friendly one.] You know how it is buuut it's really not an excuse to freak out at everybody else. [Despite the fact it feels good to bitch at somebody and Kelsi's not around to calm him down. Different classes today.] The last straw was having to deal with a bunch of inconsiderate suitemates.

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Ok night for me for real <3

niiiight <3

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