Unexpected Elysium || Colton & Cameron
Cameron was still writhing on the bed when a sharp knock on the door echoed through his bedroom, twisting his hands and feet in a fruitless attempt to loosen the ties binding him enough to slip out of them. Had he known that the girl he’d lured back into his bedroom could tie knots like a fucking sailor, he might not have been so inclined to allow her to tether him so tightly to the posts of his bed in the heat of the moment. Collapsing back into the heap of pillows at the head of mattress with another frustrated sigh, he glanced across his room, unable to so much as get a word out before impatience got the better of his friend and he was pushing the door open, stepping over the threshold and into his dimly lit dorm with a smirk on his lips that Cameron could have seen even if he’d had a tie masking his sight as well. “You cocky bastard,” he hummed with a smirk of his own, shifting a bit so he could lift his head off the pillows to get a better look at his rescuer, “how did I know you would get some sort of thrill out of this?”
Gaze fixated on Colton as he slowly sauntered over to the edge of the bed, Cameron dug his teeth into his lower lip and allowed his eyes to freely wander the other boy’s form, raking over the expanse of bare skin and lean muscle framed by his tailored navy jacket and glistening in the low, golden light of his bedside lamp. The boy was fucking beautiful, easily one of his favorite things to look at given the opportunity, even if he hadn’t already indulged in several glasses of wine beforehand. Were he an artist, he’d have to look no further for the perfect muse. “If I told you,” he replied with another effortless smirk, gazing up at his best friend through hooded lids, “I might have to kill you.” A quiet, breathy laugh escaped his parted lips, and he found himself raising a brow at the other, curiosity piqued by his words. “Do you now?” He breathed slowly, shivering slightly under the feather-light touch of the boy’s fingertips trailing up the length of his stomach. “What is it you enjoy so much about it, King? Do enlighten me… is it the thought that you could do anything you want to me right now, anything at all, and I wouldn’t be able to protest?”
He wanted desperately to reach out, to run his fingers through the boy’s dark hair or grab him by the lapel of his jacket and run his hands down his chest, to touch him, but his wrists were bound impossibly tight and he wouldn’t be getting out until Colton untied him. “Tell me more, won’t you?” he practically purred at his compliment, leaning up into him as he reached across the bed to undo the first knot. “Mm, you smell like Moët… is that why you’re glistening?” Before he’d even given Colton the chance to answer, he tilted his chin up slightly, raising his head from the pillows to lean in and lick the sticky-sweet liquor from his abs. “You taste delicious,” he hummed against his skin, tongue tracing a line up the length of his bare chest until he reached his clavicle, nipping lightly at the collarbone with his teeth. The moment his wrist was free he shook it from the tie and wrapped it tightly around the collar of Colton’s jacket, pulling him down onto the bed on top of him. “I never told you to untie me.”
The noises on the other side of the door were the only things that made him hesitate – unsure if he was ready to witness the other in bed with another. Despite the situation in his head being a possibility, he made his way in anyway and found that the sight was much better than anything he could have predicted. The priceless image that the brunette was witnessing made him freeze in one position to take it all, almost staring hungrily at his best friend bound to the bed. “The thrill is something I always get when you’re around, dear Roosevelt.” Colton curled his lip as he headed over, “I expect a full review of how this situation came about, Cam. Don’t leave out any of the details.”
The way the boy could bite down into that lip only made the Sea God desire him that much more. Cameron had always managed to claw his way into the brunette’s mind and this was one of those times. On the bed, the Roosevelt boy was a god, out of the bed, he was a god. There was never a time of the day when the other wasn’t in the mind of another or being worshiped in favour of victory for the next conquest. Colton returned the suit in licking his lips before his teeth playing away with his own lower lip – a wink accompanying as his eyes trailed over the beautifully sculptured boy that was lay in front of him. “Yet, you could never harm me. Not permanently.” His reply came swiftly out of his mouth while his fingers teased gracefully up his soft and perfect skin, not in any rush to get past his nipples in particular. “I do.” Colton winked once more, smirking as he noticed the way the other reacted to his touch before the other was gaining his control once more. “I’d much prefer for you to tell me all of the things you think it is I enjoy so much. I promise you I love hearing all of the words come out of your mouth.”
The God of War was unpredictable, just as the blonde bound beneath him, yet Colton had always been ahead of everyone else – perhaps the God of Prophecy should have been his chosen one. Even if the other could take him by surprise, he often knew what was to come before it did. “Oh, I knew you would love that. You want more, do you? You have to earn it.” He breathed out by the others’ ear, giving it a light brush over his lips before he was further over him and by the knots that had been tied impossibly tight. An answer prepared, yet unspoken, as the words were stole from his throat and replaced with a gasp and an agonizingly slow exhale. The tongue over his abdomen made him shiver, sending sparks through his body almost instantly. “I know…” Colton whispered out, keeping his voice low to hold back any noises that were not yet welcome until the battle had been won and the two had moved on to the next conquest of the night. The light nip had him biting down on his lower lip and his eyes closed for a moment before the first of four knots were untied and the wrist was finally free. And the second it was, Colton was being pulled dangerously close to the other, a smirk on his face. “A King does not need instruction.”
