Now, were they tipsy/borderline-drunk at two in the afternoon? You bet they were. As their glasses kept dwindling, Ellis had kept re-filling them back to the top and at first Nick had almost declined the obsessive refills, but after a brief moment he realized that they could both use a couple drinks… and if those "couple drinks" turned to three, four and now five… well, then fine.
Although Nick did greatly appreciate the whole romantic-candle light theme Ellis had put on, they still somehow managed to leave the table to sit by the railing facing the ocean. Their feet dangled over the edge and they crossed their arms over the rail, admiring the peacefulness of the Gulf.
However… Ellis was giggle snorting at nothing in particularly as he grinned goofily out at the horizon and Nick was starting to become very suspicious that the poor kid was drunk. It was only more obvious with how his face was flushed pink. But, shit he was cute as hell.
"Ellis, are you drunk?" Nick asked, finally voicing his suspicions. Ellis looked at him and his grin was lopsided, tongue pressing against his teeth in a manner so adorable that Nick could barely resist the urge to smoosh that grinning face between his hands. Oh, Ellis.
"I ain't drunk, Nick~" Ellis called. He quickly followed up with a series of giggles that betrayed his obvious drunkenness. "Ah, man… maybe I am."
"Well I better catch up then if I want anything to happen. Wouldn't feel right takin' advantage of you and stuff." Nick lifted his glass to his lips and took several gulps that were both richly flavorful and painful. Wine was meant to be sipped for a reason. "Ah, damn. That's good stuff." Before he had even set the glass down Ellis was already working on filling it again. Nick laughed. "God it's like you're trying to get me drunk."
"I jus' wantcha ta relax some, thas all," Ellis replied. He tipped off the glass and set the near-empty wine bottle back behind them. "So… uh… is it workin' an' all?"
"Yeah, El. It sure is…" Nick smiled gently. "Thank you."
Ellis smirked. "Can I have me a kiss then?" He leaned close without even waiting for a response and Nick obliged to give the other a firm but quick kiss on the lips. Ellis blinked. "Well, tha' was almos' a lil' too quick. Was wi'h tha'?"
"Like I said, Ellis. I've got to catch up with you before I start macking on you. Otherwise I won't feel right."
"Oo, gentleman are ya?" Ellis grinned slyly and then reached back for the bottle. He pressed it insistently into Nicks chest. "Well drink faster, 'cause I wanna be doin' some kissin' real soon here."
Again, Nick could only laugh and he took the offered bottle and set it beside himself. "All right, all right. I'm on it." Once again he retrieved his wine glass and downed the contents. He choked a little, clearing his throat, eyes watering. God, never would he had thought he'd ever be getting drunk off (let alone chugging) wine. That just went against his very nature. Then again, Ellis seemed to be encouraging him to do and feel many things he had never thought of.
"Drunk yet?" Ellis whispered.
"Not yet, getting there though." Yes, he had a familiar buzz that was starting to make his flesh warm and encourage him give little unexplained smiles.
"Hey, Nick?" The conman looked to the other. Ellis was frowning as he stared out towards the mainland faint in the distance. "I was jus' wonderin' this… ya know… 'Cause it don' bother me none no more… not really anyway… but… I was jus' wonderin'…" he trailed off.
"About what, Ellis?" Nick asked gently, elbowing him a little. He was alarmed by how Ellis didn't even look at him.
The mechanic licked his lips nervously and although he was still flushed with alcohol, he had an oddly serious look on his face. "When we was first tagether an' stuff, I wasn't sure if ya wanted it ta be permanent. Like… if ya really wanted it. I know I sound stupid an' like a girl an' stuff… But I guess jus' from knowin' ya durin' the Infection an' stuff… I never… I never really got the impression tha' ya wanted a relationship or nothin'. I mean... I ain't complainin' none… I jus'… I jus' wanna make sure tha' yer okay with this… ya know? I… I think ya are… But… I kinda… kinda want ta hear it… Jus' ta make sure."
Nick studied the other for a moment. God how those blues were so worried… But what for? The older man leaned closer, mouth twitching into a full smile. "Ellis, I'm pretty sure that I'm okay with this. Really okay… more than okay…" He kissed the young man, letting their lips linger together for a little longer than earlier—hey, to be fair he was a little more drunk now. He pulled away. "If you need to hear it, then I'll say it. I'm totally, one hundred percent okay with this. I'm all in, baby."
Maybe it was because he was drunk or maybe because he was really that happy to hear Nick so blatantly spell it out where he stood that made Ellis launch himself into the others arms. The mechanics mouth lead the movement and it found Nicks lips in a fierce kiss that resulted in pinning the older man to the ground. Ellis tasted heavily of the wine, sweet and soft.
Ellis drew their lips away. "Ya drunk enough yet?" His fingertips came up to press against the conmans flushed cheeks and he drew his hands down to touch his lips possessively. Ellis was breathing heavily, obviously overwhelmed with longing.
"Drunk enough," Nick replied, pulling him back into another feisty kiss.
Now the only problem with being drunk was that the whole 'hand-eye coordination thing' goes right out the window. And with the amount of alcohol Nick had consumed in the last half hour had pretty much destroyed any chance for him to be smooth. And so for once—Ellis found himself left with the task of unbuttoning the other mans shirt.
"No ruining it now," Nick muttered teasingly. Ellis leaned close, unbuttoning one slowly, grinning hard. Nick let out a little giggle—yes, giggle. All that wine was finally hitting him and Ellis was pleasantly surprised by how cute he looked with those drunken smiles.
"I almos' feel like I'm takin' 'vantage of you," Ellis purred. The last button came undone and he slipped his hands down Nicks sides, massaging his body with firm and greedy touches. "But I ain't gonna feel bad 'bout this none."
"Mmmhnn," the conman mumbled, clumsily reaching up to fasten his fingers into the others curls. Ellis grinned before his perfect teeth lowered to the others flesh, nipping and teasing it with shameless abandon. Under his touches and bites he could feel Nicks skin prickling with pleasure. That was a plus, always a plus. Oh how Ellis enjoyed Nicks warm body twisting and arching under his playful advances.
Now, did Ellis feel a sense of pride at getting Nick undressed first? He did. Immense pride. Here he was, still fully clothed while poor drunk Nick lay grinning and giggling like an adorable… well, drunken idiot. He seemed not at all concerned that Ellis was molesting every inch of him without any indication that he was going to stop anytime soon.
And the more Nick responded to those kisses, the more he gasped under those not-so-subtle grasps and gropes did Ellis become all the more braver. His kisses drew lower, detouring down the older mans chest, across his well-toned abdomen to his gasping sides, down to his hip and back across to his navel. Ah, how Nick was practically melting in his hands. Ellis loved every second of it.
Perfectly lush lips pressed together in an alluring pout and the young man lifted his head up enough to catch those green-gold eyes. Those eyes were heavy with desire, absolutely drunk with it. And that desire was obvious in more than one way. The mechanics fingers found the others hardened manhood and Nick practically withered under the touch, a soft moan leaving him. Not wanting to be a tease—but seriously enjoying how pleading those beautiful eyes had become—Ellis' lips parted to bring Nick fully into his mouth.
And away he went, suckling and stroking him in ways Ellis was pretty damn sure he hadn't learned anywhere until just now. Then again, practice makes perfect and Ellis was all about getting some practice in. Nick, honestly, didn't seem to mind at all… seeing as he was gasping pleasingly with each new experimental twist of the younger mans tongue, or stroke of his lush lips grazing up and down. In fact, Ellis quickly learned that he was pretty damn good at this. It was almost like molesting a lollipop… but without all the sugar and colors... and far more rewarding.
Nicks breath caught in his throat and his back arched, fingers digging into the others hair desperately. He tried to gasp out the others name, but no words could possibly form in between all of his pleased noises. Ellis knew though—and he probably would have continued had he not realized a slight flaw in his romantic evening. He seemed to have failed to remember their, well… lotion. But then Ellis had an idea.
His lips offered one last stroke as he pulled away only to be replaced by a very warm and eagerly stroking hand. Nick had no chance. With a shudder and moan his body gave in to a powerful orgasm that left him mewling and shaking with pleasure.
Careful to not lose his natural lubricant he now possessed in one hand, the young man hurriedly kissed his way back to the others lips. "Nick," he breathed in between several hurried and deep kisses, "I need ya… need ya ta get my pants off." Up came the conmans clumsy hands, grasping and tugging at them. "Nick," Ellis laughed, "Button, get the button firs'."
"Oooh." Nick tilted his head slightly, hands diving forward to catch the annoying little pain in the ass detail and slipped it free. The rest of his movements continued clumsily as he chuckled embarrassedly. "I haven't been this drunk since… since I was a kid."
Ellis snorted with laughter, adjusting his hips forward so the other could slide his clothing off more easily. And off they went, being thrown off to the side as Nick grinned naughtily. The older man flashed his teeth, clicking them together and letting out a soft purr of appreciation, hands roaming the newly exposed flesh. Ellis met that grin with another tongue-laden kiss.
When he pulled away he quickly put to use their impromptu lubricant.
"Aah, oh… Good idea," Nick mused once realizing exactly what Ellis had done. Well, kudos to him.
Because he hadn't minded being bottom before Nick willingly and unquestioningly allowed Ellis to take control again. The kid was god damn good at it, so no complaints here. And he was becoming rather expert very quickly with each time he was giving the reins of control. Then again not being top didn't quite leave Nick wanting to be so submissive—especially when drunk.
The older mans hands quickly found the others curls and he twisted those longs locks in between his fingers, pressing their lips together even as Ellis worked himself into him with gentle thrusts and rocks that left them both pulling away with gentle moans, only to have them crush their lips back together in effort to regain their dual of tongues.
Even with the ground being freakishly hard and uncompromising to the two men passionately making love on it, it was still surprisingly comfortable. It probably helped that they were probably too inebriated to even acknowledge any sort of discomfort. But all the same, they got their lovemaking on.
Despite being bottom Nick still managed to work them into a sitting position, having locked his legs around the others hips while Ellis rocked against him, knees almost almost to the point of acknowledging the relentlessness of the ground. But in reality, everything else just felt too damn good to stop. Ellis swayed his hips with growing enthusiasm, compromising with the ground by moving his knees a little further apart to shift their weight. Their mouths met in breathless kisses that threatened to dissolve into outright moans.
Bodies grinding together, hands touching and grasping, lips and tongues searching each other brazenly, the two felt their pleasure peaking, threatening to send them into climax. Whether they were ready for it or not, it came in a powerful wave that forced their lips apart in moan of unified pleasure. They pressed their bodies closer, clutching and grasping at anything that would force them together, anything that would allow them to experience the rush of adrenaline and passion erupting through their lovers body…
They drew apart slowly, little grins touching their lips. If this is what Nick got to look forward to for the rest of his life, why in the hell would Ellis had ever thought he would have wanted anything differently? Silly kid. Smirking at the thought, Nick pulled the other into an admiring kiss.
That's right kid, forever means forever.
A/N: I really shouldn't have written this right now because I am in such a ridiculously excitable mood. I just downloaded the Disneyland ride for Pirates of the Caribbean map for L4D2 and I'm sooooo god damn excited to play it I can hardly contain myself. I'm practically exploding. Midnight Rider's screaming from my laptop isn't helping my poor L4D2 obsessed mind either. Gawd, I've got a problem… but I'm okay with it.
We all knew it was going to end in sex. Gawd, don't act so surprised. After all that effort Ellis put in, WHY NOT?
…I think my cat was judging me while I was writing this chapter… Awwkwwaaard.