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Even if he had the option of just living entirely in the compound the game runner’s had set up for the legends, and he did often take advantage of his little apartment there when he was much too tired (or too lazy) to go anywhere else after a game, Elliott loved having his own house too. It was his, owned and everything, so it really wasn’t that expensive; just whatever bills came up when he did actually stay there. Hell, the winnings from just one top ten placing were usually enough to cover them. And he knew he would probably make a lot more money, money that he could absolutely use, renting the place out, but he enjoyed having that completely private space a little too much. Maybe he would change that in the future, but for now? This was his and only his.
Well, his and Walter’s in a sense right now.
The two of them had had a bit of a fling going on for a couple of months now, and the walls at the compound was much too thin for the things they got up to, and even if the older man had been keen to laugh it off, Elliott really didn’t want to get walked in on again by Ramya.
He loved that kid to bits, really, but she needed to learn how to knock at least, or find somewhere else to be at most sometimes.
So anyways, the house was a perfect option.
Nice also not to wake up to Ramya’s music blaring or Octavio screaming out in the common area. No, it was nice to just wake up whenever he did, Walter still asleep, snoring with his good arm thrown over his eyes. Maybe Elliott just sat there staring at him like an idiot for a good few minutes before wandering his way downstairs to make coffee, sure the smell of it would probably wake the other man, but for now he’d give him his rest.
Now armed with caffeine and a little less bleary eyed, mug in hand he started to venture out of the kitchen, somewhat anyhow. It was already looking like it was going to be an incredible day out, and even if he was going to squander it holing up in his workshop after Walter left a little later, he could still admire it. Even wandered over to the window just off the side of the kitchen and sliding it open, moved to rest his elbows on the ledge of it, head sticking out and admiring the comfortable warmth the sunlight provided. Not too hot out yet, and the little breeze drifting by would probably do his house some good. Sipping at his coffee, Elliott elected to go open the other windows downstairs at least and get a little cross breeze going. In a minute anyways.
Or so he had planned.
There was the little shift of the window above him sliding a bit, but that was all the warning he was allowed before it slid the rest of the way down, only stopping when it hit his back. Right. He needed to fix this one because one of the rollers was broken and didn’t keep it up. Noted.
The impact hadn’t hurt, moreso just annoyed him; especially seeing as it had made him spill some of his coffee onto the bushes below.
Careful not to pour out even more, Elliott carefully turned his arm to place the mug down on the ledge next to him so he could brace both of his hands on the windowsill and push up. The window didn’t move. It was stupid and finicky and usually when it did this he had to grab it at just the right angle to get it back up and honestly why hadn’t he just fixed this sooner?
A few more fruitless attempts lead to him sighing and giving up for the moment, panting softly from the exertion. On the bright side though, he was able to catch the creak of the stairs which meant Walter was awake now and would be able to get him out of this. After he finished laughing his ass off, sure, but at least he knew this would stay between them. That and honestly, even though he really wasn’t that claustrophobic, being stuck somewhere and not being able to do a single damn thing about it did tend to have his anxiety flaring just a bit. He’d pay the price of just a little pride to get out of this a bit faster.
His thoughts were confirmed when he heard the steps pause only to be followed by a low whistle and an even lower little chuckle. “Well, lookie ‘ere. Now that’s a sight to wake up to.” Elliott would have turned to roll his eyes at the older man were he able to, but settled for a visible huff instead. “I know, I know; it’s very funny, now help me out. Please?” The trickster called back, chuckling continuing as the steps grew closer.
Where he expected hands to grip the bottom of the window, Elliott jumped as they settled on his ass instead, though really he supposed he shouldn’t have been all that surprised. After all, this was Walter. “Dunno. Think ya doin’ just fine like this.”
“Walter, c’mon, my back is starting to hurt like -- h-hey!” He yelped as those same hands slipped into the waistband of his sweatpants and boxers, pulling them down to his knees. Really he wasn’t opposed to having a little more fun this morning, but there were definitely a couple of infinitely more comfortable spots that came to mind; the couch in the living room, back upstairs in his bed. Hell, even the kitchen counter! Apparently this was what he was getting though, hearing the other man hocking up spit behind him, hole flinching when it made contact.
He wasn’t exactly helping his own case the way his legs spread so easily, though it was just to steady himself to better push up against the window and try to get himself out, of course. Better leverage and all that. Elliott wasn’t even able to make an earnest attempt though before two of Walter’s thick fingers were pressing past that ring of muscle, and yep, that was it for him. It was probably a little pathetic that just two fingers in his ass was enough to have him going weak at the knees, but right about now, he couldn’t care less. He had always been a little too sensitive really; something Walter had been quick to find out and even quicker to use against him.
Case and point.
Hell, a few good presses up against his prostate and Elliott hardly even noticed when those fingers slipped out to be quickly replaced by the blunt head of a dick pressing into him instead, though after a couple of thrusts it definitely registered. Not like it mattered much though, he was out of it again as soon as the pace picked up; eyes half-lidded and definitely moaning louder than he should be with his front half hanging out the window, only really separated from any neighbors that might already be awake and enjoying the day by a wooden fence.
There weren’t currently enough functioning brain cells in him to really care about that in the moment though, or when he elbowed his mug of coffee off into the bushes below, or when he just maybe might have heard it break on something. Hopefully he’d remember to deal with that later.
That was probably pretty unlikely though considering not even a full ten seconds later Elliott was seeing stars as he came, cum splattering onto the wall below the window and he definitely needed to remember to clean that up. Luckily that should prove an easier task, what with the mess rather visible, even if his mind was still entirely blank up until Walter came inside him, and for a moment or two after.
Coherent thoughts were allowed to return right about when he noted hands on the window on either side of him, jiggling a bit until it was in just the right position to actually lift up and Elliott was allowed to stand back up, which he did a bit slowly, hands still on the windowsill, just a little wobbly. Noting that and the fucked out expression on his face that had yet to fade, he could hear Walter laugh a little again, the older man at least being kind enough to help sort him out. Pants were pulled back up, he was guided over to lean against the kitchen counter, and a fresh cup of coffee was placed in his hands.
Actually maybe he could put off fixing that window for just a little longer, so long as he kept Walter around in the mornings.