So I started this story pure Eli/Fitz ; but I'm mixing a little eclare into it; but only a slight bit, It'll probably end up Eli/Fitz, but I wanted to mix in both...see which one you liked better in the situation

At around 5:30 I got into my hearse prepared to go to Fitz's house. As to his request, I was wearing my black wife beater a long with a leather jacket and a pair of my skinniest jeans. Fitz will have trouble getting these off of me" I smirked, I just loved seeing him struggle. It was rare, as it was a turn on.

Just as I started up Morty; my phone started to vibrate, I quickly looked at it, seeing the name Clare flashing. shit I just remembered I forgot to cancel on Clare. She was probably waiting at the dot for me. I hesitantly picked up the phone, I knew I couldn't just ignore her. She deserved more then that.

"Hey Eli, is everything okay? I'v been waiting here for a while, would you like me to go ahead and order your coffee?"

I sighed. She sounded so sweet and innocent. I knew I had feelings for her, how couldn't I? But deeper down, I knew those feelings were complicated. I tried not to think about what Fitz and I me for too long, I would just frustrate myself. I didn't think I was gay, and strangely enough I still don't. It's as if Fitz was the one exception. Maybe I am just bisexual I thought, then shuddered. Labels scare me, especially that one.

"Clare I'm really sorry. I forgot to tell you I can't come tonight, Bullfrog is dragging me to some radio station event thing,raincheck?" lying through my clenched teeth.

There was a sudden long pause

"Oh well alright, I umm..understand, I guess I'll just call up Alli or something, have a good night"

I could sense the sadness in her voice. She really was incredible, I hated doing this to her, and I did it so frequently. But Fitz had this spell on me, whatever he told me to do, wherever he told me to go; I was unable to refuse.

"Thanks for understanding Clare, I'll talk to you tomorrow, okay?"

"Okay...I love you"

"love you too"

I sighed, and started the car. I said those 3 so important words so lightly, without any meaning attached to it. I should feel horrible. But, all i could think about right now was him, and what exactly we were planning on doing tonight. I finally reached Fitz's house. I got out of the car and rang his doorbell, my heart pounding with anticipation.

He finally opened the door, smirking at me slyly. He smelled like cologne, unusual for him. He was dressed in a white v neck and old jeans. He looked so effortlessly...sexy

"Hello handsome" he said teasingly, pulling me into his house kissing my cheek.

I felt my cheeks burning at his compliment, another rare occurrence.

"I just lied my ass off to Clare last minute, you better feel special"I joked

He chuckled and sat down on the couch, patting his lap for me to join in.

I climbed onto his lap, straddling him, and pressed my lips to his warm neck longingly

"you smell good" I mummer into his neck, and then brought my lips to his.

Our lips were hard against each other as his arms were wrapped firmly around my waist

Suddenly, sitting in Fitz's lap, I didn't want to kiss anymore. Instead I had the strong desire to fuck him hard

I started grinding my hips up against his, and attempted to tear his shirt off. He moaned into my mouth, and then pulled away and started to laugh

"What's so funny?" I questioned, while trying to undo his belt

"You're a little tiger tonight", He said teasingly, and then captured my lips again.

Our tongues collided as we explored each others mouthes, as he started to peal off my shirt.

As I was almost done undoing his pants, he suddenly grabbed my hand, and stopped me.

I looked up at him questionably. My heart was pounding fast as our bare chest pressed together and my legs were straddled around his waist.

"Why did you stop?" I asked desperately, and tried to kiss him again, but he only pulled away.

"I want to have a little talk with you" he said, taking my hands and tracing his thumb on my palm.

"Talk? talk about what?" Talking was something we rarely did. That's a lie, we talked, we didn't have long conversations, and that sounded like what this was about to become.

"What do you think when you look at me Eli?" He asked passionately, as if he was trying to search inside my soul or something

"That you should be fucking me right now" I smirked

"Seriously, what are we Eli?"

I sighed, This is what I avoided. This is what I strived to avoid

"We are...I don't know, we are what we have always been, you know I have Clare...and I'm not" I said, unable to continue, unable to finish that sentence

"You're not gay?" he said, putting his face closer to mine

I nodded my head no, I felt as if I was going to be sick, I suddenly felt heated, as if I was trapped.

"Tell me Eli, if you're not gay, why are you here begging me to fuck you? That's not what straight guys do Eli..." He said slowly, searching my face for a reaction.

I should have felt uncomfortable in his arms at this point; but I didn't, I felt uncomfortable in my skin.

"I don't...I don't know Fitz. Stop pointing fingers at me Fitz! You want this just as much as I do!" I accused, as the room started to spin around me.

He suddenly started to get up off the couch, pulling me up with him.

"Come here" he said holding my hand, leading me to his computer.

I followed hesitantly, wondering what the point in all this was.

He sat in the computer chair, and placed me on his lap, turning the computer on.

"Close your eyes" he whispered in my ear. I did what he was told.

I heard him typing on the keyboard and clicking the mouth. Finally he murmured in my ear "Open your eyes"

As I opened them, Fitz placed his hand on my crotch. I immediately stiffened.

I looked on the screen, and what was in front of me was a girl, a girl who wasn't dressed, that is. He must have gotten it off some random porn website. The girl had pale skin, jet black hair, and pounds of black eyeliner. Basically the female version of me. Looking at the picture though, I felt nothing, down there I felt nothing. I tried to, but I didn't.

I suddenly understood why we were doing this, why Fitz's hand was on my crotch.

I then quickly got up from the seat, as did Fitz

"Eli, if you were attracted to girls, you would have gotten hard, like whenever you do when you see me undressed" he smirked, clearly feeling prideful at what had just been proven.

"That's not fair...that girl isn't my type...Clare is; if it was Clare undressed, it would have been different" I stuttered, wondering if it was actually true

He stepped closer to me, pressing his lips to my neck. My veins went cold and I suddenly didn't feel pleasured, I felt..conflicted, trapped. As if I was part of some bad dream, and I didn't know how to wake up.

"If that's so, then why are not out with her, and here with me"