Minuet in Trio

Elijah forces himself to wait a few days before calling Antonin. His boss at the bookstore notices that something is weird; usually the boy is reading a weird book when he doesn't notice customers come in, not looking at his phone. He hadn't even known Elijah had a cell phone.

Bracing himself, Elijah closes his eyes and presses the send button. When he hears the quiet ringing, he brings the phone closer to his ear as though it's a bomb.

After a few rings, the phone is answered. There are a few rustling noises, then a quiet. "H'lo?"

"Hey...Antonin? It's Elijah. Is this a bad time? Did I wake you?"

Davide seethes a little. "This is Antonin's boyfriend." he snarled, then said cheerfully. "Can I take a message?"

"Ohshit! I mean...um...hi. I'm Elijah, we met at the benefit, and, ah, we had wanted to get together for coffee. As friends. If that's ok with you. I mean..." Shit. Plus, the guy sounds like a total psycho.

"No, I don't think he'll be leaving the bed. We were up late last night and he's still kind of... tied up." Davide picked at his fingernails. "Don't expect him to call you back."

Elijah grits his teeth, making horrified squeaking noises. "Uh huh...um...thanks..." He gingerly touches the end button, as though it were the detonator of a bomb strapped to him.

"Who was that on the phone?" Antonin managed from under his pillow.

Davide gives his sweetest smile, plonking the phone back on the nightstand. "Elijah."

"Hm, wha'd he say?"

"Oh, everything. Next time you fuck around, you might want to choose someone more discreet," the violinist hisses.

He laughed. "We didn't fuck around." Antonin removed the pillow from over his head. "Come on, stop being so jealous."

Davide raises an eyebrow, and the crescendo is practically audible.

Antonin yawned.

"He said you met at the benefit."

"Yeah we did. That doesn't mean that's when we first met." he countered.

Davide makes an exasperated noise. "Are you using some definition of 'to meet' that I'm not aware of?"

"It seems that way, doesn't it?"

"Just stop it! I'm trying to have a serious conversation with you, and you're just...!"

"Just what? Being ignored? You only see what you want to see, Davide."

"Fine then. Let's go have coffee together. The three of us."

*Oh shit.* "Fine."

"Good." Davide smiles again and picks up the phone. "Hi, Elijah? It's Davide. Sorry about a minute ago, I must've woken up on the wrong side of the bed or something. We'll pick you up for coffee in...oh, half an hour? Ok, great." The violinist snaps the phone shut with a triumphant smirk.

Antonin scowls at him. "I need a shower." he says, heading to the bathroom.

Feeling like his heart might burst when he sees who's calling, Elijah feels physical pain as his heart quickly contracts when he hears who it is. He agrees to meet them, not really able to think of a way out of it around the chorus of 'oh shit' filling his head.

"Of course, sweetie," Davide calls after him.

*****

Elijah had considered calling Mike and asking for advice, but the whole thing is so stupid he decides against it, and concentrates on trying to find a 'going out for coffee with a man you really, really like and his crazy-ass boyfriend' outfit.

Finally, he heads outside to wait, pacing anxiously.

They swing by in Davide's car, a little red sports car. Davide is chatting animatedly with a grumpy and defeated looking Antonin.

Elijah's legs briefly try to make a run for it when he sees the car approaching, but he forces himself to wave, teeth gritted into something approaching a smile. Which becomes even more forced when he realizes the back seat is one of those tiny, only-infants-will-fit-back-here sports car seats.

"Hop in." Davide smirked. "So, Antonin tells me that you've known each other for awhile. Where did you meet?" he clearly has no intention of letting them get off easily.

Panicked, Elijah stalls for time by jamming himself into the seat, glad that Antonin got out so he doesn't have to crawl over his lap...and trying to get clues from the cellist's face as they pass. "Um...well...you know...around, at the symphony."

"Really? I'm at every concert. I'm the first chair violinist. Funny that I've never seen you!" he smiles in the scariest way possible.

Elijah physically recoils...his allotted two inches. "It's, ah, a big hall, and I usually have to rush off right after the performance, so we don't see each other often!"

"Mhm. So what do you do?"

"I work at the White Cat." Elijah tries to keep his relieved sigh silent.

"And how long have you been fucking my boyfriend behind my back?"

"Ohmygod! What?!" His desperate denial lacks some credibility based on his scarlet face.

"God, he's so obvious! Antonin, what the fuck!" Davide curses, the little car swerving dangerously.

Antonin sighed, chin in hand. "Watch the road."

Elijah has a sudden, child-like urge to crawl under the seats and say 'you can't see me!' or rock back and forth. He's totally unsure of what to say.

"How do you explain this?" Davide screams, pulling over into a parking lot, barely avoiding a parked truck, and shutting the car off.

"I don't have to! He's just awkward! We're not fucking!"

Some people in the parking lot raise eyebrows and pretend not to listen.

Elijah nods furiously, hoping it will help.

"Puh-leeze. Just awkward?" Davide scrutinizes Elijah in the rear view mirror. "Ok, well, he is that, but you've definitely been doing something. And I don't give a fuck if you haven't actually been fucking, something's going on between you."

"He thinks I'm sexy and we went out for a drink." Antonin laughed. "That's all. Any weirdness is all from him."

"Well, we've proven he's not blind," Davide snaps, his righteous fury fading a little. "He's just being weird because he has the hots for you, but you told him that you were totally unavailable and you were just going to have coffee to torment him?"

"Pretty much. Also, he's cute to look at."

"I guess so. If you go for that whole Scott Pilgrim look. Well. This has taken way too much time. I need to get home and practice." He turns the car on again, and they head out at less likely-to-die speeds.

"Fine. Just drop us off at Starbucks, okay?"

"Alright. Call me when you want a ride, sweetie." He blows Antonin a kiss, stopping beside the nearest Starbucks.

"Thank you." Antonin gets out, blowing a kiss back to the violinist.

Elijah scrambles out, almost launching himself away from the car. He's barely clear when Davide screeches away. Elijah stares, wide-eyed, at Antonin. After a moment, he starts laughing, helplessly.

"And that is my boyfriend. How's yours?" Antonin laughed with him.

His eyes beginning to fill with tears and on the edge of hysteria, Elijah takes a few deep breaths, holding out a hand for Antonin to wait. "He's, um...cool with...you know, whatever."

"He doesn't care?" Antonin asked. "Nice. Lucky."

"Tell me about it. So, um...let me guess. The sex is amazing?"

Antonin burst into laughter, rubbing the back of his neck. "Is it that obvious?"

Elijah gives his apologetic grin, trying not to notice how great Antonin looks when he's...breathing. "Well, it'd have to be, wouldn't it? ...I think we have to go to emergency to get my balls removed from my abdomen."

Antonin grinned. "Yeah, he's a bitch, but it's usually worth putting up with."

"I'm really sorry. I don't mean to cause problems." Elijah is suddenly serious again. He makes his hands into little T-Rex arms. "I don't like confrontations!" ...serious for about three seconds.

Antonin looked blankly at him.

"...the dinosaur? From Toy Story? Uh...never mind." Face bright red yet again, Elijah gestures to the coffee shop. "...coffee?"

"Coffee." he nodded, chuckling.

Elijah nods gratefully and stands aside for Antonin to enter first. "I'm sure you have better things to do than watch kid's movies..." he murmurs, mostly to himself and trying to avoid watching the cellist's ass.

"I just don't watch much TV." he laughed, going to order, leaning over the counter, giving Elijah a great view.

Shaking his head wildly to clear the fantasies out of it, Elijah sidles up beside Antonin to place his order. Only as close as friends would stand. "My treat. For putting you in the dog house."

"I'll take that." Antonin smiled, leaning in to kiss Elijah's cheek.

Trying not to babble incoherently and to ignore the knowing look of the cashier, Elijah manages to only drop his debit card once before putting everything where it needs to go and pushing the required buttons.

Antonin laughed, finding them a seat in the corner and grabbing their drinks on his way.

Elijah follows, wondering why convenient holes never appear. Or hotel rooms. He sits across from Antonin, a little gingerly because of certain hindrances in his pants.

Antonin smiles, pushing Elijah's drink across the table towards him.

"Thanks. So, uh, can I ask you a question?"

"Sure."

"...why -are- you with him?"

"The sex."

Elijah laughs. "Fair enough." He searches his coffee foam as though it contains tea leaves for him to read.

Antonin chuckled. "Davide and I just ended up in bed together after fighting for weeks, then when I woke up the next morning, we were dating."

"Wow. Bummer. I mean...sorry. Not, sorry you're dating. Sorry I said that. It was rude."

"Well, it's honest anyway. I'm not sure if rude is the right word. Davide is... very singular."

Elijah nods, trying not to look despondent over his chances of their first meeting happening again without bodily harm. "So...when do you play next?" he says, fighting the urge to touch himself under the table.

"Next weekend. Do you want to... get a hotel room?"

His initial 'Yes!' is quickly followed by a reluctant and much less heartfelt 'No.' "Mike doesn't mind, but Davide..."

"Davide won't find out."

"He could have put a GPS tracker on your phone," Elijah says, quite seriously.

"Don't worry, I've taken my phone apart looking for one before." Antonin said, just as seriously.

"...I bet you have. But I'd feel so bad..." Elijah bites his lip. "I guess you don't have your cello. ...not that I just like you for your cello!"

"I'll play you like I play the cello, then you won't miss it." Antonin laughed softly, taking Elijah's hand.

Elijah shivers, unable to say no. He nods, gulping the rest of his coffee with a strange mix of delight and apprehension.

"Finished?

" Antonin gestured to Elijah's coffee. "We could go..."

"Yes, please." Elijah is on his feet and pointed toward the door before he's finished speaking, his cock pointing the way urgently.

Antonin followed happily. They found the nearest hotel, Antonin checked them in (with fake names, of course) and they went up to their room.

Elijah sits awkwardly on the edge of the bed, not really sure what to do from here, watching Antonin hungrily.

Antonin stripped off Elijah's clothes, tossing them on the floor. He pulled the boy off the bed and sat him in front of the bed. Antonin sat, moving the boy into his arms, held between his knees just like a cello. He gently stroked Elijah's throat, smiling.

Elijah sighs, relaxing muscles he hadn't known were tense. He closes his eyes, feeling the music on his skin, forgetting all about Davide and everything else.

Antonin stroked the boy's abdomen as if he had a bow, playing his favorite Sonata over the soft pale skin. He hummed softly, not sure if Elijah would be able to hear the music without his humming.

Rocking slowly from side to side in the grasp of Antonin's legs, Elijah whispers, "Would you hum on my neck?"

Antonin obliged him, pressing his lips to Elijah's neck and continuing to hum, fingers moving over the boy's neck.

Elijah gasps, breathing in time to the music. "It feels like my first time," he murmurs. "It's so good." He's not sure if he's going to cum, or if this is something else, only that he doesn't want it to stop.

Antonin's bow hand moved down to Elijah's cock, stroking in time to what would be his bows.

"Ohmygod," Elijah breaths, hands gripping the hotel's worn carpet as he struggles not to cum right there. He's never thought of himself as particularly kinky, but this...

Antonin's callused hands ran down his chest to hit the high notes at the climax of the song, his bow hand speeding up.

Antonin's rough fingers feel just as good on his cock as Elijah had imagined, and he finds himself thrusting into the bow hand, breath coming more and more raggedly.

Antonin held the last note, knees tightening around Elijah at the end of the song. He was nearly breathless himself.

Feeling the knees tighten around his body, Elijah frees one hand from its death-grip on the carpet and reaches around to grasp Antonin's cock. Normally this would be a very uncomfortable position, but he's close enough that he hardly notices.

Antonin groans, tightening his grip on Elijah's cock and stroking madly. The song was over, but he wants Elijah to cum.

Stroking as best he can with his arm twisted behind him, Elijah cums with a gasp. He's almost instantly embarrassed about making such a mess on the hotel floor, but he nestles against Antonin's legs, breathing heavily.

Antonin undoes his pants, turning Elijah around to 'suggest' oral sex.

Elijah's mouth is open almost before he realizes what's being offered, and he's soon balls-to-the-throat deep, making little ecstatic noises. After a moment, smiling with his eyes, he hums the sonata more or less accurately.

Antonin's eyes roll back in his head and he groans along happily, his fingers tangled in Elijah's soft curls.

Elijah plants a hand on either side of Antonin's thighs, loving the feeling of having his hair gently tugged and the cock in his mouth.

"Fuck yes..."

Encouraged, Elijah begins moving his head, moaning around his mouthful each time he's extended as far as he can go and the fingers pull at his hair.

Antoine pulls him up, fishing lube out of his pocket before shimmying out of his pants and pulling Elijah up into his lap. He lubes up his cock. "Want to ride me?"

Elijah nods, trying not to dive into Antonin's lap. He finds himself actually breathless at the sight of the cellist without pants, and he makes a mental note to worry about himself later.

Antonin quickly stretched and lubed Elijah, pulling him into position, then letting him take his time.

"Ohhh yeah." Elijah is able to adjust quite quickly--Mike is wider, although Elijah's never really been a size queen and doesn't really notice the difference.

Antonin's shape is somewhat different though, his cock is slightly curved and it hits a different spot in Elijah once he's completely sheathed the other man's cock.

Elijah is soon reduced to inarticulation by the curve, and he finds himself pressed against Antonin's chest with his arms wrapped around the other man, breathing on his shoulder.

“God…” Elijah murmured, being spooned by Antonin. “I don’t know what it was, but…that was…”

Antonin laughs and smiles knowingly, kissing the back of Elijah’s head. “You want to be a cello.”

“Yeah. I guess that’s it. I just didn’t know how to put it into words.”

“I knew.”

“It’s what I wanted from when I first saw you. …not that I just want you for your cello!”

“I know.”

“D’you think it’s possible?”

“Do I think what’s possible?” Antonin is quickly realizing something that Mike has known for quite some time--half of most conversations with Elijah take place in the boy’s head.

“…for me to be a cello. For real.”

“You mean so that people could hear you? I don’t know. Probably.” Antonin strokes Elijah’s hair thoughtfully. “If we hooked you up like an electric cello.”

Picturing electrodes going unpleasant places, Elijah flinches. “…wouldn’t that hurt?”

“I don’t think so.”

“I wouldn’t be electrocuted?”

Antonin frowns at the back of Elijah’s head, puzzled. “No. Why?”

“Oh, that’s good. …I have a few friends who are engineering students. And I know a couple artists.”

“I know some instrument makers, so between us we have a good mix. We should be able to come up with something.”

Elijah grins in the dark. “I guess you can’t stay for long…”

Antonin presses the smaller man closer to himself. “We can have a little nap, at least.”

“Mmm…I’m glad. Do you have a degree?”

“From university? Yes. In music. I’ve made instruments before,” Antonin said, casually.

Elijah is enthralled by this piece of information, and the fact that he’s being held by such an important and talented person. If his cock could get hard again so soon, it would. “Wow…”

“They were pretty shoddy, but I have done it.”

“I think you made another one tonight…oh god, that’s unbelievably cheesy, I’m sorry…!”

Antonin laughs, stroking a line down Elijah’s front. “That’s ok. I did. My best one yet.”

“…is Davide always so crazy?”

“Yes. He’s the first chair violinist. They’re always like that.”

Elijah frowns; he doesn’t want to seem ignorant, but he’s pretty sure that it’s unavoidable at this point. “…what does that mean?”

“He leads the violin section, and he’s second in command after the conductor, I suppose you could say.”

“Oh. I have a lot to learn about music, I guess. …although I guess instruments don’t really have to know about music, do they?”

Antonin continues tracing little patterns on Elijah’s skin, enjoying feeling the boy shiver and break out in goosebumps. “You’re a special instrument. I’ll teach you whatever you want to know.”