Feroce

"Hey, Antonin? ...this is Antonin, right?" Elijah has gotten kind of paranoid about calling his lover since Davide answered.

"Yes." Antonin chuckled.

"Hello Elijah."

"Hi. Um...I was wondering...if you wanted to come over for dinner? Cause, you know, then Davide wouldn't be around, and we wouldn't have to watch weird figure skating movies and be...awkward. It would just be...you know, us..."

"Yes, that would be fine. Should I bring wine for dinner? Or a dessert?"

"Um...sure! Whatever you want. You don't have to, I've got stuff here. Just, you know...you..." Elijah laughs nervously. "Sorry, that was cheesy..."

"What were you thinking of making? Should I bring a red or a white?" the cellist smiled, shaking his head. How did he end up with such an awkward boy?

"Umm...red, I think. Yeah, red."

"Alright." Antonin shrugged, trusting his new plaything's wine choice. For now.

"Great! See you soon!" Elijah bounces to his kitchen and turns on the oven.

Antonin rolls his eyes a little, pulling on a sweater and going to the pantry to pick out a good red wine. It doesn't take him long to drive over to Elijah's.

Elijah leaps up every time he hears a car outside in case it's Antonin; he's been dropped off at home before, but the cellist has never actually come inside (heheh) and he's very excited. More than usual.

Antonin sees Elijah's head pop up in the window when he drives up and parks. He gives him a little wave, heading up to the door.

With a much more enthusiastic wave (and hoping Antonin didn't see him hit his forehead on the window), Elijah flings open the front door, beaming at his lover. "Um...hi...dinner's in the oven; it'll be a bit. Should I put that in the fridge?" He takes the wine.

Antonin takes the wine back with a strange expression. "No, red wine doesn't go in the fridge. ...do you have a corkscrew?"

"Oh." Unfazed, Elijah leans his head on Antonin's chest for a moment. "...I think so." He goes to the kitchen, and after several long minutes of rummaging, produces a cheap folding corkscrew. "Will this work?"

"I have one in my car, I'll be right back." Antonin goes out and fishes one of his many unusual emergency things out of his glove box. He comes back and opens the wine, letting it breath. "Glasses?"

Elijah hands him two ordinary water glasses, cheerily. "Here you are!"

Antonin looks down his nose at Elijah, raising an eyebrow.

"What? Is there a spot?" Elijah frowns at the glasses. "I need to get a new dishwasher, I think..."

"Wine glasses."

"...what about them?"

"These are water glasses."

"...yes...?" Elijah still isn't getting it.

"Wine glasses are shaped differently. Don't you have any?"

"Mmm...I don't think so. They're round with a stem, right?"

"....yes."

"No, I don't have any." Elijah smiles and goes to pop the frozen pizza into the oven.

Antonin's jaw dropped.

Happily oblivious, Elijah hums a little, smiling at Antonin as he puts the wrappers in the trash.

Antonin stopped Elijah, taking the pizza out of the oven and tossing it into the garbage.

"Antonin!" Elijah gives a startled laugh, completely surprised.

"Are you absolutely starving, or do you have time for a quick shop?" Antonin said, busily rummaging through Elijah's cupboards. It was an awful sight. Pre-packaged junk food, boxes of microwavable, just add water crap. The cellist shuddered.

"Ah...I...why did you throw out our dinner?" Elijah asks, very quietly. He has a feeling that he's on dangerous ground and liable to be attacked at any moment, but he has no idea why. His instincts, luckily, kick in.

"We're going shopping and I will make us some real food." Antonin said quietly.

"...okay..." Elijah squeaks, turning off the oven.

They get into Antonin's car and he drives them to the nearest grocery store. He shoos Elijah through the aisles, getting him to carry the basket and tossing things in as they went. Tomato sauce, tomato paste, green peppers, onions, garlic, mushrooms, bags of spices (since Elijah had none except for powdered garlic and salt), hamburger, noodles and oil.

Elijah, rather dazed by it all, follows along obediently. His wide eyes are the only thing that give away how confused he is.

Antonin pays for the food and drags his boy home, digging through his unused dishes to find a pot and a frying pan. He had a drink of wine while they waited for the onion and hamburger to cook, drinking it straight from the bottle.

Very concerned by this behaviour, Elijah sits as quietly as he can.

Dinner takes less time than Elijah imagines, but it's still quite late by the time they sit down with plates of pasta and spicy tomato sauce. Antonin offers Elijah the wine bottle.

Looking as though he expects to be struck with it, Elijah takes the bottle. This he also regards with suspicion, as though the mouth of the bottle may have grown teeth.

"Have a drink and eat up." he sighed, devouring his pasta.

Elijah nods meekly, taking a big gulp of wine and gasping. He watches Antonin eat, part of him finding it a little strange to watch the cellist do something so...ordinary and human.

Antonin smiled a little, relaxing as he started to eat. Food was one of his biggest pleasures in life and he didn't go a single meal without enjoying it completely.

A s Antonin relaxes, so does Elijah, and he smiles back, enjoying watching his lover relish the meal. "...sorry about the pizza..."

Antonin chuckled. "I'm sorry I was so ... dramatic. But you're 24 and you've been on your own for years. How is it that you don't cook at all?"

Elijah laughs. "It was pretty dramatic. I think you've spent too much time with Dav--oh my god, I'm sorry, I didn't mean that!"

"I promise only to be dramatic about food." he grinned.

"That's fair. ...what does my age have to do with anything?"

"You've been out on your own! You're not a college student anymore, you should be making proper meals for yourself and taking better care of your poor stomach." Antonin patted Elijah's tummy.

Elijah grins. "I never went to college. What's wrong with my stomach?" He gives the area a distressed look. "And I can't cook."

"Well, then I will cook whenever we eat together." he shook his head. "But you should really learn at least a few recipes."

"Ok, I'd like that. ...I'm sorry I made you cook when I invited you over for dinner..." He's apparently forgotten that he had hardly -made- Antonin cook. "But I mean it. I -really- can't cook. Like, I'm pretty sure there's a sniper who watches me, just to make sure." He glances toward the window.

Antonin burst out laughing. "Oh Elijah, you are adorable."

"...what? Why?" Elijah laughs as well, a little nervously.

Antonin took the boy's hand and kissed his fingertips, smiling.

"Ohhh...ok." Elijah shivers with pleasure, melting against Antonin's shoulder. "That was delicious, thank you."

"I'm glad you enjoyed it. I hope I didn't make it too spicy for you."

Elijah shakes his head, crawling into Antonin's lap and laying his head on the cellist's chest.

Antonin stroked Elijah's hair and down his back, kissing his exposed ear. "Sweet boy."

Elijah squeaks and giggles, gasping as his sensitive ear is kissed and breathed on. "Mmm..."

"Do you... want to go to bed?" Antonin murmured quietly.

Elijah nods, his large brown eyes very close to Antonin's face.

Antonin helps them stand, wavering a little. He's pleasantly drunk. He starts unbuttoning his shirt.

Laughing softly, Elijah puts an arm around Antonin's waist to help. "...sorry I made you drink so much..." he murmurs, only to be distracted by the sight of the other man's bare chest.

"Mmm, it was good wine. Hardly your fault." he chuckled deeply.

Elijah smiles and kisses Antonin's chest. "Thanks. Oh. Right, the bedroom's this way...I guess I never got to give you a tour."

"I'd like a tour of your bedroom." he smiled, kissing the top of Elijah's head.

Blushing, Elijah speeds up a little. "Me too. I mean...I'd like you to have one, too. Also. Quickly."

Antonin pulled off Elijah's clothing, pushing him into the bedroom with kisses and soft caresses.

Elijah is quite happy to be passive through all of this, until something occurs to him. "Um...I bought something yesterday..." he murmurs, his blush deepening.

"Oh?" Antonin stopped, curious.

Fishing under the bed, Elijah produces a length of soft, white rope.

"I, ah, wasn't sure if you'd...but...um...I saw it, and..."

Antonin grinned, wrapping the rope around the boy's wrists and tying them together. He pushed Elijah onto the bed and tied his wrists to the headboard.

Elijah moans, eyes rolling back in his head, writhing on the bed.

Antonin kisses down the boy's chest, undoing Elijah's pants.

"Ohhh...yeah..." Elijah squirms, not used to being restrained, fighting the rope as he triest to watch Antonin.

Antonin tugs down Elijah's pants and boxers, watching the younger man's cock spring up for attention. Eyes on Elijah's face, he lowered his mouth to kiss it, just beneath the head.

Elijah's eyes snap open, and he jerks forward hard enough that he winces as the rope pulls taut, and the headboard bangs against the wall, startling him. "Oh, Antonin!"

Antonin delicately takes Elijah's cock in his mouth, rolling his tongue over the head, sucking at it, grazing it oh-so-lightly with his teeth, sliding his lips further down the shaft.

"Ngh! Teasing...!"

Antonin stopped entirely. "What was that? Do you think I'm teasing you?" he asked, eyes wide and innocent.

"Nonono!" Elijah shakes his head. "No teasing! Don't stop!"

The cellist grinned, slowly taking Elijah's cock into his mouth again, practically purring around his delicious mouthful.

"Antonin...! I'm...!" Elijah whimpers, bucking against the cellist's mouth and the rope.

Antonin pulled away. "Not yet." he said breathlessly. "Do you have condoms?"

"Nghhh!!!" Elijah cries, eyes pleading and desperate. "Yes, nightstand! There!"

Antonin grabs condoms and lube, spreading Elijah's legs and starting to stretch him, putting the condom on with his other hand.

Elijah bucks furiously into the fingers stretching him, so close that he can take more, faster, than usual.

Antonin slides in two fingers, curling them briefly, then pulling them out to replace them with his cock.

"Yes! Yes! God, Antonin, yes! Please, I'm cumming!" Elijah screams, not noticing the strain on his wrists as he rocks himself ecstatically on Antonin.

Antonin fucks him hard, wanting to make it worth it while his lover was already at his limit.

With a final moan, Elijah clenches furiously, face going bright red as he cums. After he's stopped bucking and writhing around Antonin's cock, he goes limp in the rope, panting.

Antonin continues fucking Elijah, until he cums, though with the boy's clenching, it doesn't take long.

Purring softly, Elijah cuddles up to the cellist as best he can; he's brought up a little short by his wrists. "Do you...like what I bought?" he gasps.

Antonin gently unties him, kissing his wrists. "Yes." he groans, collapsing next to Elijah.

Elijah blushes. "Heh. I'm glad." He oozes onto Antonin's chest, yawning, eyes slipping shut.