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Jon walked outside, fumbling in his pocket for his cigarettes and lighter. Elias was right behind him, straightening out his jacket as he left.
“Feel any better?” He asked, gazing at Jon as he finally managed to pull out his cigarette and began the struggle to light it.
“Yes, I suppose I am.” Jon felt a little warm from the wine, glad it was so much colder outside than it had been inside the lounge. Elias took the lighter from his hands. “Thank you.”
“I’m glad to hear it. I know being the Archivist isn’t the most stress free position, but you’re well suited for it.”
Jon put the cigarette to his lips when Elias flicked it open. Elias lit the cigarette. Jon took a pull from it, coaxing the flame alive. He expected Elias to drop his hand once the cigarette had been lit, but instead it drifted over to his cheek, brushing against it like the man wanted to cradle his face. Jon unthinkingly leaned in.
Elias ghosted a thumb across Jon’s lip, causing his cigarette to drop to the ground. Jon looked up at Elias, able to see his own breath between their faces in the biting cold night air as they stood outside the lounge. Then the distance was closed, and their lips were connected. The warmth took Jon by surprise–the softness. With a desperation he found himself ashamed of, he leaned in, longing for the contact of another person once again. Someone who didn’t hate him, someone who didn’t want him dead, maybe even someone who liked him for some unknowable reason.
Jon kissed Elias back feverishly, letting the man pull him closer by the waist until the two were pressed against each other. Jon’s hands were pressed up against Elias’s chest, and he clutched at the lapels of his jacket, unsure if he should be pulling him closer or pushing him away. When they pulled apart, Jon looked up at him, breathing hard. Elias looked handsome, beneath the street lights. He hadn’t really noticed before just how attractive the man truly was.
“I–” Jon paused before continuing, his mind trying to catch up to his own actions, “I shouldn’t have done that, I must have had too much to–”
Elias ran a hand down Jon’s side catching the edge of his belt, the other hand still firmly on his waist. “Stop. You don’t need to overthink it, Jon.” His words were comforting, his hands were so warm…
Jon didn’t need to hear anything else. He reached up, running a hand through the back of Elias’s graying hair with the other resting on his shoulder as he kissed him again. Elias hummed in approval, lightly nipping Jon’s lower lip, causing him to gasp, giving Elias the opportunity to slip his tongue inside.
Finally, the two parted again. Elias’ eyes were filled with desire, cheeks tinged with color. Jon had forgotten what it felt like to have someone look at him in such a way.
“I want you, Jonathan Sims.” Elias breathed.
Jon wordlessly nodded, letting himself be led back to the car.
For a moment, he thought Elias was trying to be a gentleman, walking to the passenger’s seat and opening the door, but instead, Elias sat down in the seat, kicking it backward and beckoning Jon in. Jon took Elias’ hand, looking around the street to see if anyone was watching before he climbed in, straddling the older man’s lap. Elias leaned over, closing the car door and pushing the lock. The two were now on top of each other, and the combination of warmth from the wine and the heat of their bodies made Jon’s skin burn.
“Are you sure no one can see?” Jon asked as Elias pulled him down, trailing his warm tongue up the side of his neck.
“Positive. The windows are tinted, and in the dark you can’t see a thing.” Elias replied, shifting beneath Jon, his own erection brushing against Jon’s growing arousal.
“Good.” Jon let his hands wander down to Elias’ belt, as he made quick work of the buckle and zipper. Elias had an amused smile on his face, as he caught his own waistband with his thumb, pulling it down so his cock sprang forth.
Jon was sure it was the alcohol giving him the confidence he needed to keep going. He hadn’t done something like this since before he’d begun working at the Institute. Come to think of it, he hadn’t been with anyone since he began working there. He’d been so busy. Jon wrapped his fingers around Elias, beginning to slowly pump him. He bit his lip as he heard Elias moan.
“Fuck, Jon–” It was Elias’ turn to be breathless, and Jon felt rather proud of that fact as he continued to stroke the man beneath him. “I’ve wanted you for so long…”
Jon’s cheeks burned in the dark car. He hoped Elias couldn’t see. Even though he wanted this, wanted Elias, he had to admit before now his feelings had been complex on the matter. Alcohol made things simpler, didn’t it?
Elias seemed to be getting impatient, pulling Jon’s hips closer, beginning to undo his trousers. Jon didn’t stop him, gasping softly as Elias’ hand touched his flesh, pulling it free from his pants. He shifted even closer, until their members were touching, before he took both in his hand, stroking them vigorously.
Jon moaned, leaning forward a little, catching himself with a hand on the back of the seat, past Elias’ shoulder.
“Jesus–” He gripped the leather seat harder, letting his head fall forward, some of his hair tumbling from its bun and curling around his face. Elias took that as a sign to speed up, stopping just before Jon was about to come. Their cocks were swollen and twitching, and Jon made a small sound of disappointment as Elias pulled his hand away, reaching around Jon to the center console.
“I’d like to take things a little further.” Elias said, using his other hand to pull the seat back into a reclined position. Jon caught himself as they fell backward together. Elias handed Jon the small sachet he’d produced from the console.
Jon blinked, registering that Elias had just handed him a packet of lubricant. That he had kept in his car.
“Were you planning–” Jon began to form his question before Elias pulled him down by his collar, into a deep kiss.
“Call me an optimist, but I’ve been hoping for a long time to get you out of the Institute, Jon.” Elias’ tone was deep and sultry, making Jon shiver.
“This has to be violating just about every relationship policy in the employee handbook.” Jon quipped, pulling his trousers and pants down, letting Elias help him with the awkward task in the limited amount of space they had.
“I’ll have them changed, if it bothers you.” Elias purred against his neck.
“Suit yourself.” Jon muttered, his body burning up from the excitement.
When Jon had managed to get one full leg free of his trousers, past his shoe, he re-straddled Elias’s lap, more careful about the positioning of his body this time. Elias ran his hands up and under Jon’s shirt, fingers brushing over his nipples, giving them a cheeky pinch. Jon let out a small noise of surprise.
“I think you want this just as much as I do.” Elias said as he dragged his hands back down Jon’s sides, plucking the lubricant packet back from his hand, and ripping it open with his teeth.
“Good lord.” Jon breathed, shivering a little as two lubed fingers prodded at his entrance, circling the flesh teasingly. He bit his lip as Elias began to press in the fingers, his muscles tightening against the intrusion.
“So tense…” Elias muttered as he ran a hand through Jon’s hair, pulling it all the way out of its tie. “Let me help you relax.”
Jon nodded as Elias pulled their lips together, feeling tension melt from his muscles. He continued to massage for a few more moments, seemingly delighting in the small whines they produced from Jon.
At last, he removed his fingers and Jon shifted to help align his entrance with Elias’ cock. Slowly, Jon lowered himself until he was fully seated on the man. He looked at Elias, noticing the way his eyes glinted in the streetlight coming in from the window. He was staring right back at Jon, unafraid to meet his gaze. It made Jon feel seen, vulnerable in a way he hadn’t been in front of someone in so long.
“You’re remarkable, Jon.” Elias said, reaching out to hold his cheek before brushing a finger over Jon’s lips.
“You don’t need to lie, you’ve already got me here.” Jon said, breaking eye contact. Elias was just drunk, horny, and Jon was a means to an end. No one in their right mind would think he was remarkable, unless of course, it was commenting on how remarkably easy it was to get in his pants. He was a slag.
Elias bucked his hips, pulling Jon into a bruising kiss against his moan. When they pulled away, Elias held his face still, eyes piercing him to the core.
“You are the most talented Archivist I have ever met, Jonathan. I don’t do flattery.” He smirked a little as Jon struggled for words.
“I–” Jon didn’t know what to say, his face felt like it was on fire.
“You don’t need to say anything.” Elias said, beginning to thrust, “Just stay there and keep making those beautiful noises.”
Jon gripped Elias’s shoulders, freeing his face from Elias’ hands so he could kiss him. He didn’t have to make eye contact if they were kissing. He was sure that even if he tried to hide his embarrassment, Elias Knew how he felt.
Elias chuckled, more than happy to keep snogging Jon as he angled his thrusts differently, causing Jon to let out an unrestrained moan. Jon nearly reached up to cover his mouth, before Elias pulled him back down, sinking his teeth into the flesh of neck, just above the scar.
Jon whined, unable to form a complete thought as Elias thrust against his prostate. He just held him as if Elias was the only thing keeping his soul from floating up from his body. He felt his muscles spasm and Elias let out a deep groan of pleasure.
“Fuck, Jon–” He breathed, making Jon want to hear more–to make Elias whine too. He rolled his hips, trying to keep pace with his partner’s growingly frantic thrusts. Elias held Jon’s waist, letting him lean up a bit to get better leverage. Jon took the opportunity, holding the handle of the car door as he rode Elias’ cock.
Jon’s legs felt weak as he felt the pleasure rise in him. Elias seemed to be close too, nails one hand gripping the fabric of Jon’s shirt, the other beneath it, holding his waist equally tight. He looked down at Elias for a moment, studying the euphoric expression on his face. His eyes were closed, lips ever so slightly parted, brows furrowed as if concentrating on the feeling. When his eyes fluttered open again, Jon could see how blown his pupils were. His normally neatly combed hair was tousled, his cheeks flush, breathing hard…
Jon gasped as Elias reached out, stroking his cock in time with his thrusts, “F-fuck, Elias, I’m–ah–” Jon tried to control himself, not wanting to ejaculate across Elias’ fine suit but it was too late. He cried out, his body going rigid as his muscles tensed. Elias gripped him harder, thrusting through Jon’s orgasm.
Elias let out a grunt, his own body stilling for a moment before Jon could feel the heat from his cum inside him. Time felt like it lost meaning in that moment, as Jon slowly began to melt against the older man. He pressed a hand against Elias’ chest, able to feel his heart pounding.
“Feeling better?” Elias asked, running a hand through Jon’s probably hopelessly tangled locks.
“Yes,” Jon said, closing his eyes and taking a moment to catch his own breath. “I am.”