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Elliot is your typical pizza deliver boy, tall, but average in life guy. Always tired, only gets to sleep properly on sundays. Chance, on the other side, is a rich gambler, owner of a famous casino.
He ordered a pizza to his casino, wanting a snack while feeding his gamble addiction. Elliot parked his motorcycle next to the place's doors, carrying the pizza on his hands. Pressing the dooring annoyingly, Elliot yawned. A few minutes later, a man in a suit, sunglasses, a fedora and for some reason headphones, answered the door. Elliot spoke the usual talking.
-Hey man, i got your pizza.- He had to force himself to make his voice audible, suddenly feeling self-conscious of his deep eyebags and slow movements. The man took the pizza from his hands before he could notice. -That'll be $18.-
Elliot began to notice how underdressed he looked compared to the fancy man. It made him a bit envious. While this Mr fancy pants could gamble while eating a pizza, he was barely making it through the day. His mind began daydreaming when... -Dude? Here's your money.- only then Elliot noticed the 18 dollars right in front of him, being shaken slightly to catch his attention. Elliot snapped back to reality. -Oh...Yeah, right... Thanks..- he took the money and shoved it into his pocket, sliding on his motorcycle again. But when he tried turning it on, the engine refused to work. He tried again, and got no response. Great. -Got a problem there?- The man put the pizza aside, on the floor(yes, on the floor) and went beside Elliot. -Yeah, I think I do..- Elliot was dying inside. Did the motorcycle really had to break. In front of. The fancy man. -You should call someone.- The guy suggested. -I will.- Elliot concluded.
-Although..- Elliot looked up at the man again, cellphone ins his hands. He couldn't help but notice how the man invaded his personal space. -Its pretty late, you should come inside. Don't wanna get those $18 snatched, do you?-Elliot shook his head in response. -Good. Then, let's get going, eh?- he walked inside, holding the door open for Elliot. When walking inside, Elliot noticed how full the casino was. Tables were occupied mostly by old men, wasting money like it's monopoly. The pizza boy felt out of place, only snapping out of it as the man guided him to a table, that was also full of old men. He sat awkwardly, as one of the men looked at him and raised an eyebrow, speaking to the suited man.
-Who's that, Chance? And why is he dressed like a 12 hour shift worker?- Ouch. The now revealed as "Chance" answered, adjusting his fedora. -Hes the pizza delivery guy. His motorcycle broke, that's why I brought him in. -Elliot gave a slight nod. The man scoffed, - What's your name, pizza boy?- Chance asked, as Elliot shifted uncomfortably. -Elliot. The name's Elliot.- Chance let out a hum. -Elliot, huh? Pretty name, matches with ya.-
-He looks like a slut... I'm pretty sure he wouldn't have to deliver pizzas if he began selling that delicious body.- One of the players commented, lightning up a cigarette and bringing it to his mouth. Chance chuckled, putting an arm around the boy's shoulder. -Easy, easy, man. Let him breath.- Elliot felt slightly calmer by the action. -Lets just get the game started, eh?-
Elliot quietly watched as the men played poker. He didn't understand shit of what was happening, but he could tell Chance was winning by his smirk. That damn smirk.He felt one of Chance's hand on his thigh.
Wait. What?
His face flushed up, and Chance noticed that, teasing. -Embarrassed?- -Chance, it's your turn.- Elliot could thank all religions that exist for the man who interrupted the moment. -I'll skip.- Nevermind.
-Aww, want to fuck your brand new little boyfriend? How cute!- Elliot felt like dying right there, but Chance snapped, his smirk leaving his face. -Shut the fuck up and leave us alone, alright?- The men were slightly taken aback, but kept zesty nonetheless. -Woah, I was just joking around, no need to get heated up.- Chance rolled his eyes under his eyeglasses, before standing up and taking Elliot's hand. -Lets get a room, shall we?- Elliot just nodded and followed. He guided them to the janitor's room, that was dark and quiet.
-So,Elliot, tell me, would you be interested into a...break?- Chance leaned closer, brushing his lips against the boy's teasingly. It made Elliot's heart race. -I...- Without warning, Chance pulled him into a deep kiss, pressing him against the wall. His hands slided down to the boy's waist, caressing it.
-Mmm..- Elliot moaned, accepting it and closing his eyes. The kiss lasted a few but long seconds before Chance pulled away. -W...wow...- Elliot muttered, his face red.
-You liked it?- Chance asked. -Yeah..- he sighed softly. -Relieved some stress from work..- The gambler hummed. -So your work's stressful?-
-Yeah.-
-How come?- Elliot sighed tiredly, rubbing his temples. -Rude clients. Not to mention how the place is always full, so I got to work a lot. Sometimes more than I'm supposed to..- Chance pulled him closer. -Seems though.‐
-It is.-
-But hey, you dont have to work right now. Your motorcycle is broken, remember?- Just then, Elliot realized so much time he spent with Chance on the casino. -Wait.. didn't anybody arrive yet?- Chance chuckled. -Boy, I distracted you from it and you didn't even notice.- -God...what time is it already?- Chance checked the clock on his wrist.
-12 pm.- Elliot panicked, feeling a cold sweat slide down his face.
-WHAT?! Oh fuck, I'm doomed! I'm lucky if I dont get immediately fired once I get back!- As Elliot went on a desperate rambling, Chance quiet him down by pressing some 100 dollar notes against his mouth. -There. It's probably what you gain for a week or so.- Elliot was stunned. He took the money slowly, but before he could process anything, Chance spoke up again.
-Please stay with me for the night. I like you.-
-...Sure.-
It's not like he could leave 400 dollars behind like that, especially to get stressed by that hell of a pizza place. Chance began again.. -So, may i fuck you now, or only girls have that privilege?- Damn. Straight to the point...Elliot blushed deeply. -I'm bisexual...-
-Perfect!-
Before Elliot could even think, Chance pushed his pants down bending him over a desk. Then, he grabbed his hair, pressing his head against the desk. -W-What are you doing...-
-Shhh, im going to make you worth of those 400, alright?- He slapped his cock agaisnt Elliot's ass. -I promise it'll feel good, just stay reeeeaaal quiet, okay?- The younger boy gulped. -Okay...- Chance lined it and pushed the tip, making Elliot cry out in pain. -Go slow...- He's interrupted as he felt all the lentgh shoved at once. He gripped the edges of the desk tightly, his thighs trembling. -FUCK!!! TOO MUCH!!! TOO FUCKING MUCH!!!- You can take this, hot stuff.- He snapped but myself in and of Elliot, who could only whimper loudly and cry in response. - It hurts you bastard..-
- I know, that's why It's good.- He leans his body agaisnt Elliot's, pressing him on the desk and leaving a hickey on his neck. the boy moaned erotically. -F-fuck...-
- You're already getting hard, aren't you?-
-Fuck y_yeah, i think i am...- the Man's hand goes to the boy's neck, squeezing it lightly - I told you, you can take it. - He slaps Elliot's ass.- Ngghh... You beast...- Elliot's face turns red as tears run down his cheeks. He cries out, feeling a orgasm building quickly. - I'm gonna cum... - He grips chance's hand.
- Cum for me, sweetheart.- Elliot shouted as his release crashed over him. -stopstopstopstopstopSTOP!- He begged, with death grip on Chance's hand. Chance slowly took his dick out of the boy.
- You... You destroyed me...- He stated, his voice barely a whisper. -I know, pretty boy.-
-Get off me...- He ordered, while trying to push Chance weakly. The man took a few steps back and pulled his pants back on, watching Elliot struggle to push himself off the desk.
-Get me an water, please...- he asked in a breathy voice. -Alright, be right back.-
As Chance went to get the glass, Elliot somehow managed to pull his pants back on and sit on the desk. He sighs, slightly sweaty from the encounter, feeling his eyelids heaven a bit. His head touches the wall as Chance comes back with some water. -Here, it's a bit warm, but it won't kill you, I promise.- He hands it over, Elliot grabs it, taking a sip.
-Thank you...- Chance watched as Elliot drank the cup quietly, speaking up suddenly.
-This casino belongs to me.- It was so out of blue it made the boy lower his cup to listen to him. -So?- he asked.
-So that I have a room for me here.-
Dramatic pause.
-Although, there's only one bed...- Chance smirked deviously, the intent of cuddles and cheesy shit palpable. -I dont think that's a problem when you've just fucked me raw.- The man chuckled, leaning in and kissing the guy's cheek. -You look tired. More than before.- Elliot yawned.
-I guess im always tired... But you got me exhausted here.- He let out a low chuckle.
-Aww, poor thing.- Without warning, he scooped Elliot into his arms, carrying him in bridal style, who buried his face into Chance's neck. -I can walk, you know...-
-But im giving you the privilege of not having to.- He carried him out of the Janitor's room. Some gamblers stared at them with weird looks, others finding it funny while some were too focused on gambling to notice. The room Chance mentioned was simple: A bed, a closet and a bathroom. Just enough to get through the night. He lied Elliot down on the bed, covering him.
-Wait there, imms get some pajamas for us.- He turned around to get it, but was interrupted. -No need to get one for me... I dont mind sleeping like this...- He snuggles his head agaisnt the pillow. The warm, comfortable that almost made him immediately pass out on the bed. Chance couldn't help but let out a small scoffed, finding his tired behavior adorable. -Heh, okay... I'm still changing my clothes, though.- Elliot let out a 'mhm', putting his visor aside and adjusting himself for a comfortable pose, until he felt an arm wrap around him.
-Mhhphh..- he turned around to face Chance, cuddling him and realizing how truly exhausted he was, only being able to do so as he's given a chance to rest. And to rest with. Staying awake got harder as Chance ran his fingers over his hair, stroking it. -You're pretty sweet for a rich person...-
-Aww... You're pretty cute for a barely-able-to-make-it-through-the-week payed worker.-
The room tensed slightly. -No need to remind me.- his voice comes out in a whisper, half jokingly.
-Shhhh, I'll buy you everything you need, don't worry.- Elliot shivred, a question popping in his head.
-Okay, but... Why? Why are you doing this? I mean, you barely know me..- Chance's face fell a bit, just a bit. But that was pretty clear now that he was without glasses and his hat. He answered softly. - Oh...Im kinda lonely, I need company.-
-But you just met me...-
-Its no problem, at this point, anyone is good as long as they're nice.- Elliot felt a bit bad for Chance, getting a sudden urge to comfort him. He whispered while kissing his cheek softly -Its okay, ill stay with you now.- Chance smiled, feeling something warm, and unusual, in his chest. -Yeah, yeah, thanks..-
With that, soon they both fell into a deep sleep, dreaming peacefully in each other's arms.