Elliott was never one to handle stress well. He wasn't typically the type to get stressed, but when it got its claws in him, it got him good. After a particularly tough couple of games, meetings and press events he found himself standing in one of the Apex building's public bathrooms. If you could describe it as public. The bathroom near the maintenance room was notorious for being empty. Many of the games competitors had shared stories about coming here as an escape from the press or just to have a moment alone, among other activities. Elliott stared at himself in the mirror. He looked tired. He was tired. With the lead up to the new season he couldn't remember the last time he had a moment alone. After a rocky start to said season, his body was knotted with stress. He should really be taking better care of himself. This gave him an idea.
He backed away from the mirror and into one of the stalls. He waited a few moments waiting for any sign of approaching footsteps. Once he had assured himself he was alone, he began to run a hand down along one tight shoulder, following the trail to his neck, then his chest to his stomach. He stopped when he got to his waistband, carefully listening once more for any signs of possible disturbance. He made quick work of his jean buttons and pulled them, along with his underwear, to his knees in one fluid motion.
Elliott wouldn't admit it to anyone but it had been an embarrassingly long time since he'd had anyone in his bed, and because of this his spank bank had officially run dry. Luckily for him, he always did have a good imagination. He began with slow tugs, building to slightly faster but still gentle touches as he began to stiffen. The head of his cock offered up generous amounts of precum, which he slicked over his throbbing shaft. His breath turned ragged when he quickened his pace, relishing in every touch he could provide himself. He bit down hard on his lip, in an attempt to stop the low moan that threatened to escape his throat. He could feel his release pooling inside him. He was so close. Just a little bit more. He threw his head back, as he chased his approaching orgasm, his eyelashes fluttering with desire.
That's when he noticed it. The dark shadow in his peripheral vision, looming over the top of the stall. His eyes involuntarily jerked in its direction, his gaze being met by a black mask. Elliott screamed, reaching a pitch so high he didn't even know it existed. He almost stumbled over, both from the shock of being caught in such a compromising position but also from his sudden urge to cover himself, to salvage whatever dignity he could. His new found companion chuckled warmly at his reaction.
"Don't stop on my account, compadre".
"Octane, what the fuck are you doing here?".
"I could ask you the same thing. But I just finished my publicity photos if you must know".
Elliott rolled his eyes in annoyance, before moving to grab some toilet paper, attempting to wipe his hand as subtly as possible.
"Filing paperwork. What does it look like?".
The other man laughed again, at the remark. Elliott sighed, running a hand through his hair. He could feel his cheeks beginning burn. The last thing he expected to add to his stress levels was jerking off. He just couldn't seem to catch a break these days.
"How long have you been there?".
"Not very long", Octavio responded. "Which is a shame since I think I caught most of the show".
Elliott's cheeks burned. Was he seriously roasting him right now?
"Don't be ashamed, amigo. We share a similar hobby".
Elliott scoffed. "So you have another hobby besides perving on guys in the bathroom?".
"I only make the effort for the good looking ones".
Elliott was a simple man. A gentle stroke of his ego and he would forgive almost any wrongdoing. He shook his head and laughed.
"Just promise not to bring this up at the next press event".
"Ah, yes. I hear you're having a lot of those lately. Something about your lackluster performance in the ring, no?".
"Wow, you really know how to kick a guy when he's down. And I thought I was stressed out before".
Elliott moved to undo the latch of the cubicle door but was met with some resistance from the other present party.
"Wait!",Octavio clambered down from his perch on the adjacent toilet and rushed to block the other's path, trapping him in the stall. "You say you're stressed?".
"Wouldn't you be if you had to deal with all the shit I'm getting?", Elliott sighed, rubbing his forehead at the same time. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have an existential crisis scheduled for 8".
But the adrenaline junkie didn't budge. Instead, he took a step towards him pushing Elliott further back into the stall.
"I might be able to help you".
Elliott stared back at him, dumbfounded.
"With what? My taxes?".
Octavio chuckled and slid a hand onto his hip.
"You like men, yes?".
"I like a lot of things".
"Is that so?".
Elliott backed away only slightly.
"I don't know. Wouldn't it make things...weird? If we were ever put on a team together?".
Octavio simply shrugged.
"Would it? Was I wrong in assuming you enjoy sleeping around?".
"Not with other legends".
The smaller man nodded curtly.
"I see". He turned to leave but was stopped by a grip on his wrist, a gesture that came across more desperate than Elliott had intended.
"I wasn't saying no I just...wanted to say this is kinda risky".
Octavio pulled the trickster towards him so they bumped hips. He reached up so he could whisper in the other's ear.
"I like risky".
The statement was simple, yet effective, sending a shiver down Elliott's spine. He reached a hand around to rest on Octavio's ass, flashing his signature smile at him.
"Alright, what's the worst that can happen?".
"Only one way to find out".
Octavio's hands rushed to undo Elliott's jeans, quickly pulling them down to rest around his ankles.
"Wait, you want to do it here?!", the trickster piped up, his cheeks flushing slightly.
"The location did not seem to bother you before", the other man, responded. He groped at Elliott's semi-hard form through his underwear. "We can move if you want".
Elliott whimpered somewhat pathetically, at the touch.
"Actually, on second thought, here's, ah, fine".
Octavio snaked a hand inside Elliott's underwear and began working him with slow, determined strokes. He was still hot and sticky from earlier, and having previously been denied his release was extremely sensitive to every touch he received. Within a few moments, he was a whimpering, mewling mess. Octavio almost felt bad when he pulled away, leaving the other man looking disappointed after he was denied for the second time today. He wanted so badly to kiss that pout right off his face and he almost did, until Elliott suggested he leave his mask on for now because it was "kinda hot", before becoming seemingly embarrassed at his own request.
Elliott perked up again as Octavio suddenly dropped to his knees, to help him out of his jeans and underwear completely, now spurred on by the possibility of a . However, Octavio had other ideas. Elliott couldn't help but question the other man's motives as he was spun around to face the back wall of the cubicle, especially when a hand reached around him to flip the toilet seat down. Another firm hand rested on the small of his back, applying just enough pressure to encourage him to bend over. He rested both elbows on the cistern and allowed Octavio to adjust his legs to his liking; one knee propped on the toilet seat, while the other leg was allowed to remain touching the ground, to avoid Elliott losing balance.
Elliott assumed Octavio was about to fuck him right there and then, and was tempted to complain about the sheer lack of foreplay. He decided against it however, telling himself that having sex over a toilet probably wasn't the best place to start complaining that things weren't romantic enough. He physically jumped back to reality when he felt a sharp bite to his asscheek, which was promptly followed by a slow, but very wet, lick of a tongue. He didn't overly question it at first, until his asscheeks were firmly spread and that same tongue followed the trial from the back of his balls, all the way up to meet his tailbone.
"What are you doing?", he laughed nervously, hoping the question wouldn't make the situation painfully awkward. He looked back at the other man, to see him pull away. He had pulled his mask up just enough to expose his mouth.
"I take nobody's done this to you before?".
Elliott simply shook his head, feeling a bit silly. Octavio ran a thumb over the red mark on his ass, smiling cheekily to himself.
"Let me show you what you're missing then".
"I...I don't know. It seems kinda...nasty".
Octavio's hand slips down from his ass cheek to stroke at his inner thigh.
"If you don't want to, that's fine, compadre. But you should know, you taste...absolutely delectable".
There is was again. That ever so gentle stroke of his ego. Elliott cleared his throat.
"I guess I can't knock it till I try it".
Octavio shifted back to his original position.
"Don't worry. I'll make it memorable".
Elliott wasn't really sure what to make of this whole situation, as Octavio lapped at his asshole. He appreciated the other's enthusiasm but it wasn't really doing it for him. That was until the adrenaline junkie ventured further south and began prodding his tongue along his taint. The gasp that escaped him, took him totally by surprise and it showed, causing Octavio to chuckle quietly to himself. He continued his venture, taking verbal queues from the bearded man, who now seemed to be totally on board with the idea of ass eating.
"Why does it, mrph, feel so good there?".
Octavio simply hummed in response, his full focus on his current task.
Elliott took his sorely neglected cock in hand and began stroking somewhat in time with Octavio's tongue. Drunk with desire, the fact that he was still in the bathroom slipped his mind, so he allowed himself to moan loudly as he finally, found his release, spilling his load onto both the toilet seat and the floor beneath it. Octavio used his sleeve to shine the metal of his legs as he stood up, drinking in the sight in front of him.
"Impressive. You must have been holding that one for a while".
Elliott turned around to face him, plopping himself down on the toilet seat. The coolness of the surface kissed the sore spot on his ass cheek as he did so. He laughed.
"You have no idea".
"Has anyone ever told you you're a very vocal lover?", Octavio asked, playfully.
"I've been called worse", Elliott hooked a finger into the other man's waistband, pulling him towards him. "I guess I'll have to find some other way to occupy my mouth, if it bothers you so much".
Octavio sighed contently as Elliott pulled pulled down his shorts and underwear in one, dropping them to the floor only for them to be kicked away by their owner. He was already hard from his performance earlier.
"Huh. I was almost expecting some sort of robo-penis", the trickster quipped, receiving a hearty laugh from the other.
"Sorry to disappoint, amigo".
Elliott smirked as he took Octavio's length in his palm, and gave it a few strokes.
"I wouldn't say I'm disappointed".
Elliott received another stroke to his flippant ego, with the low groan emitted from Octavio as he took him into his mouth.
"Mierda".
Elliott hummed, contently when a hand snaked its way into his hair to tug on his curls. He worked him slowly, his amusement building as the smaller man's frustration became more obvious.
"E-Elliott".
He pulled off the now leaking cock, using the fluids to coat its length. His movements were slow and precise, taking time to run his tongue along the underside of the shaft and to swirl his hand around the head. Octavio rocked his hips forward craving more.
"Fuck, Elliott. You're killing me".
The tricker smirked up at him and laughed.
"You don't like slow and sensual?".
"When have you ever seen me do anything slow, compadre?".
Elliott shrugged bashfully before, taking Octavio in his mouth again, working a little faster this time. Octavio seemed to appreciate this, moaning softly as he ran his hand through the other's hair affectionately. Elliott relished in the touch and the praises he was receiving, working his way up to a steady pace. He knew Octavio must have been close since his breathing became more erratic. However, just when he thought he was doing a job. Octavio pulled away. Elliott eyed him, confused.
"What's wrong?".
"Nothing", Octavio panted. "Just not yet".
Octavio grabbed Elliott's wrists, pulling him into a standing position. The trickster watched curiously as he frisked his pockets, looking for something. He eventually pulled out a sachet of lube, waving it around triumphantly. Elliott snorted.
"Why am I not surprised you just carry lube around?".
Octavio ripped open the sachet with his teeth, before responding.
"Well if I didn't, we'd be in quite the terrible situation right now, wouldn't we?".
He had a point.
Octavio beckoned for Elliott to hold out his hand and squirted a generous amount of lube onto his fingers. Elliott laughed warmly.
"You're going to make do this myself? Such a gentleman".
The other man smirked at him in reply. Elliott couldn't quite see through the goggles attached to his mask, but he could feel Octavio's gaze on him, making direct eye connect. Elliott's eyes followed the other's hand as it made its way between his own ass cheeks and began the process of fingering himself. The trickster just stared at him for a few moments which did not go unnoticed.
"Something distracting you, compadre?".
Elliott blinked a few times, as if coming back to reality. He slicked the lube between his fingers.
"Oh, um, no. I mean...yes? Or...no", he stammered, flushing. "I'm just gonna...use this now".
Elliott mimicked Octavio's movements, trying to keep up to him as best as he could. The adrenaline junkie moved a lot quicker than he was used to, adding multiple fingers and working at an insane pace. His concentration was eventually broken by Octavio posing a question.
"So, how do you feel?".
"Yeah, pretty good. You?".
"Good".
Octavio began the process of shucking off his chest piece and vest, discarding them to the floor. Afterwards, he tugged playfully at the hem of Elliott's t-shirt before pulling it over his head and tossing it to the side. He ran a hand down the other's toned chest and stomach.
"I must say, that suit you wear in the ring really doesn't do your form justice". Elliott chuckled at the remark.
"I would say the same about yours but it doesn't leave much to the imagination".
"Why hide all this?".
Octavio ducked his head towards Elliott's chest and began peckering his collarbone with small nips and bites, slowly making his way up to his jawline. His pacing was more for Elliott's pleasure than his own. Although, that wasn't going to stop him making the other suffer a little. He trailed his kisses and bites up to the trickster's ear, taking a moment to nibble on his earlobe. He later discovered the area behind his ear was the goldmine, causing the other man to moan softly and arch his back away from the cubicle wall. The jawline and the chin were the really fun parts. He noticed how Elliott's lips would part ever so slightly, everytime he worked his own mouth along his jawline only to skip over the other's lips each time. At one point, Elliott quickly turned his head in an attempt to catch the smaller man's lips but he simply received a gentle, playful slap to the face and the devastation of witnesses Octavio pull his mask back down to cover his mouth all together.
When he decided he'd teased Elliott enough, Octavio retrieved his sachet of lube and emptied the remainder of the contents into his hand. First, he moved his hand towards Elliott, rubbing some of the slippery substance over his hole, before turning his attention to himself and used the remainder to slick up his length. When he was done, he noticed Elliott's brown eyes flicking around the cubicle.
"Wait...How are we going to…? There's not much space in here".
Octavio lifted one of Elliott's legs and wrapped it around his waist, using a strong arm to support his weight.
"No need to complicate things", he said, as he made himself more comfortable between the trickster's legs. "Though you might want to hold onto something".
Elliott looked around for inspiration before deciding his best bet was to place one hand on Octavio's shoulder and grip onto the top of the cubicle with the other. He'd never been fucked standing up before.
Elliott threw his head back and moaned softly as Octavio slid into him, with very little effort. It had been a while since he'd felt this comfortably full, it almost felt like a dream. Octavio moved his hips slowly at first, a little overwhelmed by how good Elliott felt clenching around him. However, as he began to find his groove and pick up the pace, he found himself regretting his earlier comment about Elliott being vocal before because he really didn't know the half of it. It was almost like a code. He'd gasp at the slightest change of position or suck his breath in if Octavio pulled all the way out only to bury himself to the hilt again. He'd mewl softly when he was taken slowly and gently or moan loudly when fucked faster and deeper. The part Octavio enjoyed the most was the use of profanities that would make his grandmother blush. The beloved Mirage was a filth potty mouth, and there was something about it that made his lower abdomen pool with arousal. It made him wonder just how far he could push him.
Octavio shifted Elliott's weight around and wrapped one arm around his torso. He now had a free hand to toy with the trickster's neglected cock but, was able to remain supporting him at the same time. Elliott jolted slightly when the other man's hand brushed the head of his cock. He was still fairly sensitive from his earlier orgasm. It bewildered him how Octavio was able to effectively pump and fuck him at the same time. He felt a little lightheaded as pleasure began to root itself somewhere deep inside him. His hair fell flat against his forehead with sweat. His fingers dug deeply into Octavio's shoulder and he gripped the top of the cubicle so tightly his fingers ached, all while an undertered Octavio plowed into him.
"Yes fuck...that's so good. Fuck. Fuck. Oh, Octavio I'm so close. Right there. Yes...fuck. Fuck, I'm gonna cum".
That was all the warning Octavio got before Elliott shot his second second load of the evening into his hand and over both of their stomachs. Elliott's heavy breathing and groans encouraged him to chase his own release. He was unbearably close after a few more thrusts and had to near force himself to pull out and jerk himself the rest of the way.
After a few moments of coming down from his high, Elliott moved past Octavio and flopped himself back onto the closed toilet seat.
"Ugh, I think I'm getting a cramp", he complained as he tried to stretch his legs into the confined space. Octavio stepped towards him, and leaned their foreheads together before placing a hand on each of Elliott's shoulders, pushing him back towards the wall. He swung his legs over either side of the toilet and began lowering himself into Elliott's lap.
"What are you doing?".
"Taking my turn", Octavio replied innocently, but there was a hint of playfulness in his voice.
"I don't think I have round three in me", Elliott replied. He really didn't understand where the other got his energy from.
"You know what they say. Third time's the charm". Octavio made himself comfortable in Elliott's lap, still facing him, forward cowgirl style.
"Third time will be the death of me", Elliott quipped. "You're lucky I like you".
Octavio dramatically placed a hand over his heart.
"Should I be going wedding dress shopping after this?", he teased, receiving a tired smile in return.
Octavio raised himself up slightly, allowing himself to move Elliott's length towards his entrance. He let out a satisfied groan, being able to take all of him with little resistance, thanks to his earlier preparation. He began rocking his hips back in forth, desperately searching for that spot inside him while pumping his cock at the same time. His aim was to get off as quickly as possible, which didn't give him much trouble when he found what he was looking for. He picked up the pace, feeling his orgasm building. Elliott grabbed tightly onto Octavio's asscheeks as he bounced around on top of him. His head collapsed against the other's shoulder, as he finally shattered with a quiet, voice-cracking moan. Octavio noticed the modest string of warmth inside of him, signifying Elliott was officially done for the evening.
With a few more quick pumps of his cock, Octavio released himself in the gap between their stomachs. He felt Elliott place a wet kiss against his shoulder, before leaning over to rest his head against the cubicle wall, utterly exhausted. Octavio gently pulled himself away from the trickster, as his eyes began to flutter closed. He brushed the stray curls away from his eyes, before whispering softly;
"We really need to work on your stamina, compadre".