In which Keith insists on calling up a hooker, but Ellis has a better idea. Nothing too graphic.
"Keith, I still ain't sure this is a good idea. I mean, we could catch somethin' funny from this lady. Doncha remember that one time Dave called up that lady when he was real drunk, an' she was real 'spensive an' he said he din' even have that good of a time 'cause he was too drunk, an' then he went fer a piss an' he said it burned like th'devil an' he had t'go t'the hospital an' get.. pills t'take.. Keith, are yuh list'nin' t'me?"
"Shutit, El," Keith hissed, putting a hand over the receiver of the phone he already held to his ear. That phone was like everything else Keith owned; temperamental, beat-up and prone to firing out sparks at random intervals. "An' stop sayin' 'lady'. She's a hooker, El."
Ellis frowned, rubbing anxiously at the tattoo on his shoulder that Keith had talked him into last summer. The inked skin felt different to the rest, cooler and smoother.
"Ah jus' think it's a waste a money, that's all," he grumbled, scuffing the ground with the toe of his boot. Keith leaned over and shoved him. It wasn't a very hard shove, but Ellis purposefully didn't brace himself against it and let himself be pushed off the bed. He breathed a cuss and gathered himself back up, muttering under his breath. "That was uncalled for, Keith."
"Ellis, shut up. Someone's answerin'!" Keith growled, paying his friend no heed.
He'd been acting funny for a while now. He didn't seem to ever want to touch Ellis anymore, refused to show any of the sort of brotherly affection they were used to. Hell, the other day Ellis had tried to give him a hug and Keith had punched him in the mouth. Not hard enough to do much damage, but enough to throw him off, and his teeth still ached when he thought about it. Now that he was insisting on calling up a hooker, El wondered if maybe he was just antsy because he hadn't gotten laid for a while. But there were easier, cheaper and far safer ways to deal with being a bit horny - even Ellis knew that.
"Y'know, Keith..." He began, settling back down on the bed and leaning over Keith's shoulder. The older boy shot him a glare that would pierce steel, having been interrupted mid-sentence. He shrugged Ellis off, returning to his conversation on the phone.
Ellis wasn't sure what was driving him to do it - hell, Keith might beat the shit out of him and never speak to him again if his intuition was telling him wrong, but he was a little tipsy on cheap liquor and Keith was too and it seemed a far sight better plan than calling up some dirty old lady and catching syphilis.
So he slipped an arm around Keith's shoulders, and again Keith tried to throw him off until Ellis' hand found its way under Keith's shirt. Then he froze, going dead silent, mouth open. Ellis felt his heart jump under his palm.
"Ellis," Keith started, slowly lowering the phone. "What t'hell are you doing?" He was probably trying to sound aggressive, but his voice was too slurred and cracked for that. Instead, he just sounded uncertain, a little nervous, even - Keith was *never* nervous - and.. hopeful?
"Whassit look like?" Ellis mumbled, nuzzling his face into the crook of Keith's neck.
"It looks like yer comin' on ta me, El," Keith answered, with a little more force, although he never moved to stop Ellis as his hands wandered a warm path over the muscles of his torso. Ellis felt his throat bob as he swallowed. "Wh-whut, you some kinda fairy now, or somethin'?"
"Nope," came the reply, soft and warm and slurred as Ellis pressed wet clumsy kisses against the back of Keith's neck. He felt his friend shiver, a suppressed sound that might just have been a moan rumbling in his throat. "Ahm jus' showin' ya that we don't need no hooker to have a bit of fun."
At that Keith really did moan, and finally turned to acknowledge Ellis. In one movement Keith's hands were on his shoulders and he was pushing him down onto the bed, kneeling astride Ellis' waist. "Dayum, honey," he breathed, leaning low to whisper so his breath ghosted over Ellis' neck. It was the younger's turn to shiver now, cheeks flushing warm. "I thought you'd never ask."
Then he leaned up and kissed Ellis hard and god damnit it was the best kiss of Ellis' whole damn life.