It's Now or Never
A one shot that I didn't plan to write! This idea just kept wiggling around in my brain, kind of like the old days, so I wrote it down. It's been a MINUTE since I've written anything like this, so I hope you all enjoy it. I missed writing like this.
A bitch is back, y'all! 😏😏😏
Warnings: 18+ minors DNI!!! This has definite smut. Sexy shower time. A blowjob. And good old fashioned p in v sex.
Word count: ~4k
April, 1972
If you’d known there was even a possibility of seeing him, you would’ve at least fixed your hair this morning. But instead, you woke up like you did every day, threw it in a ponytail, and went to work at the hotel, the San Antonio heat making your bangs stick to your forehead. It’s only April, but still, it’s sticky enough to make you sweat as you clean hotel rooms. You’re standing in the hallway trying to cool off when you see him. You’re on the top floor of the hotel, the last one you clean, and you could collapse, you’re so tired. Regardless, you look up when you hear the commotion of a group of men coming down the hall, too far away to see who they are. This is the nicest hotel in town, so you’re no stranger to high-profile visitors. You stand up straighter and lower your head, trying to make sure you’re somehow both respectful and invisible when they pass. But when his voice echoes through the confined space, your heart stops. You’d know that baritone anywhere.
Without thinking, your head whips up, and you somehow perfectly meet his eyes as he approaches where you’re standing in the hallway. Was he looking at you? Surely not. This must be one of those accidental moments the universe springs on you when you least expect it. Still, his blue eyes seem to pierce right through to your soul. They perfectly match the suit he’s wearing, his black hair a little wild from the Texas heat. You imagine running your hands in it and swallow hard. As all of those thoughts race through your head, he smiles softly and looks away. Before your brain can stop you, your body takes over, and you step towards him and take a deep breath, like you’ve got something to say. To your shock, he notices and stops walking about three feet away from you. He raises his eyebrows expectantly, waiting for you to speak.
“I…” That word and a small whimper are all you can manage with him looking at you. His face relaxes into a smirk. He’s obviously used to this reaction from people when they meet him.
“We gotta go, boss.” One of his guys tries to urge him along, but he doesn’t move.
“C’mere, honey.” He says it quietly, like you’re the only two people in the hallway. Your body carries you over to him of its own free will, and your brain has no choice but to follow along. When you get close enough to reach out and touch him, he pats his pockets and shakes his head. “I don’t have a scarf on me. You want me to sign somethin’?”
“No. I don’t have anything.” You’re amazed at how steady your voice sounds.
He stops patting his pockets and gives you a cheeky smile. His hands come up to frame your face. “This okay?”
You nod and close your eyes. You’ve seen pictures. You know what comes next. Still, something inside you explodes when you feel his lips on yours. The kiss is soft, chaste, almost friendly, at least at first. He pulls back a little, and your eyes flutter open. To your shock, he’s looking at you with a strange expression on his face. Then, he leans in and kisses you again. This kiss is different. One of his hands slides down to your lower back, and he pulls you in close as your hands find the front of his shirt. His lips part, and yours follow his guidance, allowing his tongue to slip tentatively into your mouth. When he realizes you aren’t pulling back, that you’re leaning into it, he gains confidence, and the kiss deepens.
“Boss!” The same guy grabs his shoulder and seems to shake him back into reality. The spell snaps, and he breaks away from you. He’s still holding you with both hands, though, and your heart is pounding in your chest.
“I’m sorry.” He whispers, but you’re not sure if he’s apologizing for the kiss or for stopping it. He starts to release you and step back.
“Elvis…” He freezes when you speak. “I…”
“What is it, honey?” His eyes are so clear blue as he looks at you.
“I just…” You take a breath to steady yourself. “I would’ve loved to know you. You’re worth knowing, I think.”
“EP, come on.” The red-haired man pulls on his elbow, and he moves away from you. His eyes are the last thing to leave, but he eventually turns and continues walking down the hallway.
Your body relaxes, and you fall back against the wall, letting it hold you up so that you don’t pass out. You’re pretty sure that’s the end of it, but about five paces later, he stops and turns around.
“Honey, you wanna come to my show tonight?” He hollers back to you.
You look down at your work uniform. “I don’t have anything to wear.”
He takes three steps back towards you. “Is that your only objection?”
“I look terrible. But yes.” He smiles so big, he almost looks like a little kid.
“Joe!” A small man steps forward, and Elvis gives him instructions. “Take this girl to buy something to wear. Let her get her hair done, makeup, whatever she wants.”
“Boss, are you sure? She’s a cleaning lady.” Elvis gives him a stern look.
“And I’m a truck driver. Whatever she wants. Jerry, go with them and make sure Joe behaves like a gentleman.” Then he turns back to you. “Joe and Jerry will stay with you and make sure you get to the show. Let them know what you need. Okay?”
You smile and nod. “Okay.”
He steps closer, leans down, and kisses you gently one more time. “I’ll see you later.”
Before you can respond, he turns away and disappears into a hotel room with his guys, leaving just you, Joe, and Jerry in the hallway.
“I guess we should get you ready.” Joe says halfheartedly. Jerry purses his lips in annoyance at Joe.
“He probably sticks you with this job a lot, huh?” You ask, trying to lighten the mood.
“Nope. This is the first time. Come on.” Jerry says quietly.
That information comes as a shock to you, but you’re still not sure they’re telling you the truth. Doesn’t matter; you have shopping to do.
******
You have just about two hours before you need to be at the arena. That isn’t much time, so you try to plan efficiently. It doesn’t help, though, that you have no idea what to wear. You’re standing in a fitting room with a pile of what feels like a hundred dresses, but none of them feels right. To his credit, Jerry is the epitome of patience, giving genuine feedback each time you step out. Joe is silent and obviously annoyed. You’re standing in front of the mirror in a pink paisley mini dress when he finally breaks.
“Just pick one, sweetheart. It doesn’t really matter.” He doesn’t say the rest, but you hear it in his voice: you’ll still be a cleaning lady, no matter what dress you choose. The thought alone is enough to make you tear up.
“Okay. I guess… the green one then?” You look at Jerry for reassurance, and he sighs.
“No. Ignore Joe. Hang on.” He disappears for a few minutes, and you try not to meet Joe’s glare with one of your own. When he comes back, he’s got a slinky blue dress draped over his arm. “Try this one.”
When he holds it up, you stifle a laugh. It’s a silky, backless halter with not enough fabric and way too many zeroes on the price tag. “Jerry, I appreciate the vote of confidence, but I can’t wear that.”
“Just try it on. Please.” He hands you the dress. Joe has an eyebrow raised in skepticism.
You take the garment and head back into the dressing room to change. When you get it on, it’s not nearly as provocative as you were afraid it would be. All the important parts are covered, and the way the fabric drapes is actually very elegant. The overall effect is soft and feminine, and you don’t hate it. Still, the prospect of even walking out in front of Joe and Jerry makes you nervous. The thought of Elvis seeing you in it makes you want to crawl back into your uniform and disappear into the floor.
“If you want your hair done, we don’t have time for this.” Joe calls to you from outside the fitting room. You take a deep breath and open the door.
“Oh, wow.” Jerry sits up straighter and gives you a wide smile.
“Is it okay?” You ask as you make a slow circle.
Joe closes his mouth quickly and shrugs. “It’s… it’s good.”
“It’s unbelievable.” Jerry claps his hands once, pleased with his work.
“I don’t know, guys. It feels like too much skin.” You instinctively cross your arms.
Jerry stands up and walks to you. “He’ll love that you think that. But he’ll love it even more if you wear it. Trust me.”
You nod, praying that Jerry is right. He’s been nothing but kind to you through this whole endeavor, but how well does he really know his boss?
******
Once you’ve got your dress on, hair blown out, makeup done, and silver jewelry in place, even you have to admit that you look pretty damn good. Joe and Jerry escort you to the arena and then to a seat in the front row. You feel wildly overdressed, but you’re not the only woman dressed to the nines. You figure every woman here must be planning to shoot her shot tonight. How will yours land among the masses? You have no idea. Maybe he won’t even notice you.
Your stomach is in knots as you wait for the concert to begin. The opening acts are good, but you can barely hear them with the way your heart is pounding. Finally, his intro music comes on, and you see him walk out to the stage. He starts the concert like he normally does, but you could swear he’s looking for something. Is it you?
And then he finds you. Even mid-performance, something about you stops him in his tracks. It’s not just the way you look, although that nearly knocks the wind out of him. No, there’s something soft about the way you look at him, a vulnerability in your eyes. He’s used to devotion, admiration, and even obsession from his fans, but with you, it’s something different. Like you really see him. He has a hard time tearing his eyes away from you, but he eventually does and goes back to the show. Still, he can’t help finding you throughout the evening. By the middle of the show, he quits even trying to stop it and turns it into a kind of flirtatious game. He winks and smiles and makes faces that you know are just for you. When he starts giving kisses from the stage, he waits for you to come up and kisses you three times quickly before moving on. You’re not sure if any of the other girls notice it, but if they do, they don’t say anything. By the end of it, he’s got you giggling so hard you can barely breathe. This lights him up more than the stage lights, and he’s positively incandescent on stage.
When he finally gets to the last note of the show, he gives you one last wink and then rushes off the stage. You sigh deeply and relax back into your chair, assuming it’s over. That’s when you see Jerry moving through the crowd towards you. When he’s about five feet away, he gives up trying to move against the people and just hollers, “Come on!”
You don’t even hesitate. Who else would he be talking to? You launch yourself out of your chair and push through to reach him. He grabs your hand and pulls you until you break out of the crowd and head to a heavily guarded stage door. “We have to hurry. He can’t wait in the car for long, or all hell will break loose.”
You move as quickly as you can, running in your heels to keep up with Jerry’s long legs. As you approach the car, one of the other guys hollers to him to hurry up. You lower your head and practically jump into the open car door, but there’s nowhere inside for you to sit. You feel hands on your hips that guide you down into a lap. “Sorry, honey. This is tight without you, so we don’t have much choice.”
But there’s no universe in which you’d complain about sitting in his lap. Elvis plays with a piece of your hair that sits on your shoulder and tries not to kiss you in front of the guys. “I like this getup almost as much as your little uniform.”
“Well, thank you. It costs about ten times as much.” You giggle.
“It was worth it. Seriously, honey. You look great.” And then he can’t help it anymore. He leans forward and presses his lips to your shoulder. The other guys in the car look away uncomfortably. They’re used to him kissing fans, but this feels different, intimate in some way that they shouldn’t be watching. You don’t care. The feeling of his lips on your skin is so electric, and yet somehow so natural, that their discomfort barely even registers.
Back at the hotel, there’s already a party raging in his suite before he even arrives. When he pushes the door open and walks in with you on his arm, though, you can see the ripple travel through the crowd as they ask each other who you are. He notices, but doesn’t say anything about it, as you move into the room. It feels like people are practically waiting in line to talk to him, but he’s gracious with all of them. He follows your lead and lets you introduce yourself at first, but when people start asking who you are and how you know him, he whispers in your ear. “You can be whoever you want. I like who you are, but I understand if you’d like to be someone else tonight.”
You look up into his eyes for a second, and he gives you a reassuring smile. Then, you turn back to the people standing around you. They’re waiting for you to answer, so you consider your options. You could tell them you’re an actress. A model. The governor of Texas. But you don’t. “How do I know Elvis? I don’t, really. I was just trying to clean the hotel when he abducted me.”
The way you say it causes Elvis to snort into his drink. The other people around you laugh politely, but the two of you giggle like schoolchildren. He revels in the obvious confusion and annoyance of the partygoers, and you love making him laugh. After that, you relax into the party, and the two of you become a kind of performance for everyone around you. You make jokes and volley off of each other, the banter flowing as smoothly as everything else you’ve done together. At one point, he plays the piano, and you sing together. He gets over the shock of how pretty your voice is fairly quickly and can’t help but notice how well you harmonize. For a few hours, the party goes on, but eventually you start to fade. It’s been a long day, and it’s getting late. He notices that you lean your head against his arm and are dropping your smile a little faster.
“Hey, honey, are you ready for me to kick these people out?”
“Oh, no, you don’t have to do that for me.” You yawn, and he tightens his grip on your waist. He’s had his hands on you for most of the evening, but now it’s like he can’t stop.
“You’re exhausted. I don’t need all these people here. Just you. If you’ll stay?” He realizes he hasn’t officially asked you to stay with him, and he’s suddenly nervous that you’ll say no.
You look up at him a little sleepily and nod. “I’d like that.”
“Good.” He smiles and then starts clearing the room. It takes him a few minutes to say goodbye to everyone, but eventually, it’s just the two of you. It dawns on you that he’s really a stranger to you, even though you’ve spent the last few hours acting like a couple. Now, though, there’s a brief moment of awkwardness as you stand and stare at each other. He’s still in his jumpsuit from the show, although the zipper has slowly come down to almost his belly button. You took your shoes and your jewelry off, so the illusion of your dress is less impactful. You’re not exactly sure what happens next.
“I need a shower.” His voice is almost a whisper.
“Oh… I can leave? Or wait?” You offer suggestions as he uses one hand to unzip the jumpsuit even more.
“Or you could come with me?” He doesn’t say it like a pickup line. It’s almost like a request he’s not sure you’ll say yes to. You take a step closer and move your hand to the zipper on his suit.
“I could.” You pull gently until it unzips the rest of the way, all the way down to his inseam. He isn’t wearing anything underneath the jumpsuit, so when he starts to harden, you can see it. You’re dying to touch him, but you hold back. “Is that what you want?”
He reaches up and tugs on the string at the back of your neck that's holding the top of your dress in place until it unties. When it does, he helps the fabric fall, exposing your breasts, and inhales sharply.
“Goddamn, honey.”
His cock is now straining against the material of his jumpsuit, so you push the shoulders back and off, letting it fall to the ground. He kicks off his shoes as you let the rest of your dress land on the ground next to his jumpsuit. You stand for a moment just staring at each other, eyes roaming over the naked body of the other. Then, he reaches out, places his hand on your lower back, and pulls you in close to him like he did in the hallway. You can feel the heavy heat of him where he’s hard against your hip.
“I’d love to know you, too.” He presses his forehead to yours. “Not just like this. In every way.”
“Then take me to the shower.” You bring your lips to his, and he grabs the back of your thighs, lifting you around him and carrying you to the bathroom. While you wait for the water to heat up, he sets you on the counter and lets his tongue explore your mouth. Your hands move over his chest and around behind his back as you hold your bodies together.
After a few minutes, he carries you to the shower and places you on your feet under the water. He turns you around, moving your hair off your neck, and presses his lips there. His hands move over your front, teasing your nipples and cupping your breasts as he pulls you back against him. His cock is painfully erect where it pushes on your ass, but he doesn’t rush. He slides his hand down your stomach to the place where you ache for him and starts to make slow circles on your hardened bud.
“Oh, fuck, Elvis.” You reach back over your shoulder and grab the back of his hair. He moans into your ear.
“You like that, honey?”
You whimper and sigh as he works you with a single finger, the intense electricity gathering in your abdomen. He gets you right to the edge and then stops, moving to push two fingers up into your heat.
“Fuck, baby.” He groans as he pumps them in and out, pressing his palm against your clit. “You gonna cum for me?”
“God, yes.” Your legs shake as you feel your climax approaching.
“Good girl.”
And then you come undone, waves of ecstasy washing over you as you shiver and pulse around his fingers. He continues to work you with his hand, coaxing you through it, as he kisses your neck. When you finally come back down to earth, you relax in his arms, and he holds you up while the water hits your skin. You stand there together for a second, just enjoying the feel of each other.
The urge to give him something in return overwhelms you, and you drop to your knees as you turn. You pump him with your hand first, pulling a primal groan from him. Then, you take him in your mouth, your hands on his hips, and push him as deep into your throat as he’ll go. He almost doubles over at the sensation. “Holy shit, honey.”
You moan as you bounce your mouth on him, swirling your tongue across the head of his cock. He runs his hand through your wet hair and then brushes his thumb against your cheek. It’s been a long time since he’s been so thoroughly loved like this. After a few minutes, he whispers. “Honey, c’mere.”
You back off of him and look up, his tip resting against your lips. “Is it not good?”
“Honey, it’s so good, I’m not gonna last.” He stands you up and pulls you into him. “That’s not how I want this to end with you.”
He finishes rinsing off and then steps out of the shower, wrapping himself and you in a towel. You can see his erection where it still stands against the cloth of the towel.
“Is that… are we…?” You look up at him expectantly, and he laughs.
“Not a chance.” Then, he scoops you into his arms and carries you into the bedroom while you kick and squeal. Your laughter subsides as he lays you gently on the bed and opens your towel like he’s opening a present. His own towel is next, and then he climbs on top of you, settling between your legs. He kisses your forehead and cheek, and pulls back to look into your eyes. “Before we do this, I have a question for you. And it’s gonna seem crazy, but I don’t know how else we do this.”
“What?” Your heart is in your throat.
He takes a deep breath like he’s steadying himself. “Will you come on tour with me?”
Your initial response is to laugh out loud, but he’s dead serious, so you stop. “Elvis, I have a job, remember?”
He shrugs like the answer is easy. “Quit. I’ll take care of you.”
You shake your head. “I can’t just—”
“Yeah, you can. Please. I don’t know if I’ll be able to come back here.” The look in his eyes is so sincere that it’s like everything else in your life just falls away, and you know, this is a once-in-a-lifetime offer. You can always get another job.
“Yes, okay.” He smiles and pushes into you in one smooth motion. “Fuck! Yes, okay for sure yes now.”
He laughs and then starts to move against you, filling you over and over. His hips rock with a rhythm that only the two of you can hear. You both start to sweat as the intensity picks up, your bodies sliding against each other in a spontaneous dance. He kisses you anywhere he can reach and whispers words of adoration into your skin. The world stands still, and time stops, while your hearts beat faster and faster together. His hips start to move erratically, and he holds onto you tightly.
“Fuck, I’m… ohhh…” He moans as he shudders and pulses inside you, spilling himself so deep you can almost feel it. You’re both silent for a second as you try to recover and let your breathing come back to normal. And then he settles on your chest with a sigh. You run your fingers through his hair, just like you imagined when you saw him in the hallway, and a rush of affection fills you.
“Elvis?”
“Yeah, honey?”
“We really don’t know each other.”
He rolls off of you up onto his side next to you. “Then let’s fix it. What do you want to know?”
You smile as he brushes your hair out of your face. “Everything.”
“Then we better get started.” He rearranges so that he’s on his back against the pillows and then pulls you under his arm. Your fingers play in his chest hair, and you can hear his voice rumbling against your ear. Once he starts talking, you both have a hard time stopping. The conversation flows between you easily, and you barely even notice it when the sun peeks through the hotel room curtains. As he talks, you wait for him to say something that would make you change your mind.
You’re still waiting.
******
The End
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