mad as rabbits - {kit}

[SEATTLE ALEXANDER SPALDING]

and now he was using his voice to get to seattle. he couldn't help but shiver at the way he said those three words. they made his skin tingle, his heart race. he wanted elvis to do it again. he was beginning to wonder if elvis was just doing this to toy with him, to play with his emotions. to make him think he was actually interested... seattle would be lying if he said he wasn't interested; elvis was a masterpiece. a true work of art, in seattle's eyes. different songs started making their way through his mind, and he smiled as he started to work lyrics into something. he was always doing this at work. thinking up lyrics to make songs about the customers that he served. mostly, the songs were about anger and frustration. but now, it was something he wasn't used to. he never had this much trouble thinking up lyrics before. maybe it was because teddy seemed complex. but seattle was determined. he would get that song out of his mind sooner or later.

and it was the look in the brit's eyes that made seattle swallow down a sound that threatened to escape if he didn't control himself. those sounds were quite embarrassing, and he sure as hell didn't want elvis to hear them. so he bit his lip again, leaning further against the counter so that part of his chest was touching it. his eyes were on the customers before he looked back up at elvis, who replied to his offer. he straightened, then quirked a brow. he almost didn't expect him to agree to that offer. but he was glad that he did. a grin spread across his features, and he took off his apron. he was about to reply when he heard the last thing elvis said. go somewhere else..? was he hinting toward something? seattle looked at the brit curiously, his eyes narrowed slightly, though in them, you could see a hint of lust, like he wanted something. and he could see the same thing in the other's eyes, as well.

"oh, um," he started, running a hand through his hair again. he thought of the places the two could go, to where no one else was. he looked toward the door that led to the back room. they could always go to the break room.. there was actually a separate room from that one where they could be alone. he gave a mischievious smile and he took elvis by the hand and led him to the break room. no one was back there, and no one saw him go in. he was one of the two people working today, so they were safe. he took elvis into the separate room, then turned to him, smiling shyly as a blush appeared once more. "i come in here for my breaks; it's a lot quieter.. and no one can hear you from back here." he added, his eyes hinting toward something.

[elvis joseph hamleton]

elvis didn't know if he was ready for this or not. if he was really ready to be venturing back into the world of men -because greg didn't count because going back to him was like going back to an old friend- and seeing if he could still play the field. fuck, he couldn't tell if he even should be doing such a thing. all that he knew was that he missed teddy, there was nothing that he could do about that. and this damn coffee boy was doing nothing but being more and more tempting. with his big brown eyes and his soft smile. the way that those full lips would turn into a smile and then teeth would sink into that bottom lip making it all the more tempting. he was intriguing, and he was beautiful, and hell if seattle was going to take this a step further then elvis was more than happily going to follow.

because when it came right down to it, elvis loved people. and he loved being loved by people. having one more person around meant that there would be less time alone. which was what he really needed. he didn't need to be alone. he didn't need to be by himself and left to his own devices. that never ended with much good. for elvis hamleton was much like a kitten. when you left them alone for too long they started destroying everything. even if the things that would be destroyed would be his own that didn't mean that it was any better. and maybe he was already doing some destruction, to his liver at least if nothing else. this seattle, he could be a good distraction, something that would turn his attention away from the bottle. still, elvis wasn't sure. he wasn't sure if he could so easily fall back into the person that he was before he had met teddy. sometimes, people just changed you for good. that was all that there was to it.

a smile curled his lips, though, and he noticed that similar twinkle in the other boy's eyes. his head cocked to the side as seattle looked around, and that grin on his lips was something that elvis really couldn't handle. it was too cute. it was too playful. it was just the kind of smile that elvis would give someone more than happily and it was a nice thing to see on seattle's features he noticed. the brit more than happily held the boy's hand, lacing their fingers together and following him back into the room that curious expression having taken over his delicate features. this really, was not what he had expected when he'd woken up that morning to get his latte. "oh i see," he spoke in amused tones before taking another drink of his latte and then he moved around the room slowly, setting his cup on the table before turning to look at seattle again. "are ya sure tha' no one can 'ear us?" he said his tone becoming that low lusty purr again. one of his lithe hands moved out to link a finger in seattle's belt loop pulling his body close to his own. hazel eyes looked down into seattle's own browns, that devilish grin on his features. "yew like ta act like sucha shy boy, but yer really moar forward than yew give yerself credit for," he spoke in a low whisper bringing his face close to the other boys.

[SEATTLE ALEXANDER SPALDING]

seattle himself didn't even know what was going through his mind. did he really want to do this? to be this forward with someone he barely knew? what if he regretted it later on? maybe it was because he was lonely. he'd never had a "companion" of sorts.. he liked being affectionate, he just had no one to give those feelings to. but now elvis was here, teasing him beyond belief. seattle had convinced himself that he would never find love, since he was so keen on hiding his sexuality. but there was something about elvis that made him feel.. relaxed. like he could say anything to him and he wouldn't be judged. but at the same time, something was desperately trying to hold him back. maybe it was his mother. she was okay with him being this way, sure, but maybe she wasn't ready for him to do this sort of thing, yet. but he had to convince himself that wasn't it.

right now, he wanted to go for it. and from the looks of it, so did elvis. his hand felt good entwined with seattle's, and he never wanted to let go. but he knew he'd probably have to if he wanted to explore the brit's body. to run his fingers through his messy black hair. he shivered at the thought, and then blinked his large brown eyes, feeling more nervous than before. he didn't want to seem inexperienced in front of elvis. that would be embarrassing, too. so when they entered the room, he tensed up slightly, turning toward the other male, his breath catching in his throat. he was stunning.. how did seattle manage to even talk to him? he was sure he'd freeze up and only get a few words out here and there. but elvis was so easy to talk to. he leaned against the wall, looking at elvis through hinting eyes. and then he spoke.

holy. fuck.

that low, lusty voice again. no noises. don't you dare make a noise, seattle thought as he slowly nodded at his question. "u-uh-huh." he replied, licking his lips. and then, he was suddenly pressed against the brit; to where he could feel the other's breath against his ears and neck. fucking god this was actually happening. but he couldn't act like a frightened kitten. so he relaxed, letting his hands slowly roam up the other's sides and rest on his shoulders, his eyes narrowing slightly as a lustful look shone in them. it was a stronger look than before, making it seem like he wanted it more than ever. which could be good and bad.. when elvis whsipered, leaning in closer, he didn't move, but his mouth dropped very slightly, warmth spreading throughout his entire being. "i.. i usually am. but you.." he paused, staring at the other a moment before a smile broke across his lips. "i guess you brought out the forwardness. not that it's a bad thing.." he said, letting one of his hands travel slowly up elvis' neck and to his face. his fingers gently stroked the side of it, grazing his ear.

[elvis joseph hamleton]

it was almost amazing to elvis how easy it was to fall back into this. flirting, touching, doing things with a practical stranger. he'd never met seattle before. he'd never seen him before. he didn't even know if the kid's name was seattle or if that was some kind of on running joke. for a man who called himself elvis he sort of just accepted what people called themselves or what name tags said because lord knew that on more than one occasion he had been questioned about his name. after all, it wasn't like people really named their kids stupid things. somehow, elvis had a feeling though that this boy didn't give himself the name of the coffee capital of america then work as a barista just for the irony of it all. though, if that were the case, elvis would have to give him mad props for it. because that shit was clever, at least as far as elvis was concerned. though, that wasn't where he concern was lying in those moments. the focus that elvis had was souly on the boy, and the way that those brown eyes looked at him with a mix of lust and innocent that he didn't often see in people.

but he wasn't completely innocent. oh no. that was not something that he could call this boy. not with the way that he ran his hands up elvis' arms, not with the way that he all too happily let their bodies press together. elvis snaked an arm around his middle as seattle's hands moved up to his shoulders, and he held the other boy's body tight to his own. not once did he let his gaze shift from seattle's own, wanting to keep the eye contact. wanting to keep him knowing that elvis was right there and he was only going to take this as far as the other was comfortable. thus far, there was nothing about seattle that caused elvis to think he should stop and slow down. after all, he had brought him back to this room and it was just the sort of thing someone who wanted something more than to talk would do. and elvis was more than happy to oblige. because seattle was pretty, and he was cute, and he had nice lips. and he was willing. and fuck if elvis wasn't willing too.

"i see," he spoke in a soft whisper bringing his face closer to seattle's again so that his lips were just hovering over the other boy's full ones. his somewhat awkward mouth just waiting to meet with the one shaped into more perfection. "it really isn't a bad thing," he agreed. that was about all the teasing that he could handle, though, about all the chit chat while he had the other body pulled so tightly to his own body. he pressed his lips to seattle's, gently at first. then when his hand that wasn't at the small of his back moved to seattle's hair he deepened the kiss letting his tongue slip across the boy's bottom lip as if asking for permission to venture into his mouth and explore it. to taste what kissing seattle could really be like. he wasn't going to push him too hard, though, because there was a part of the brit that was just waiting for seattle to have some sort of inner conflict over what he was doing. most closeted boys did. though, seattle wasn't too good at hiding the fact that he was indeed interested in men.

[SEATTLE ALEXANDER SPALDING]

every ounce of innocence in seattle right now had completely gone and vanished when he first laid eyes on this god-like creature. any time other than now, he'd keep to himself and just shut up and serve coffee to rude-ass people who made fun of his name. but now he was like a completely different being, and there was no fucking way he was going to lose this chance. his breath caught as he was pulled closer, and his lips landed right next to elvis' ear. he could do things that would make elvis want to drop to his knees; nibble on his earlobes, lick his neck, bite it.. he wanted to do everything to this man right now. maybe it was just the lust taking over, but there was a very high chance that if this were anyone else, he'd be less willing to put forth the effort to try and make him weak to his knees.

he inhaled deeply as he felt his hips press against elvis', his eyes fluttering when he felt the other's arm around his waist. he kept eye contact with the brit, wanting him to see every bit of lust that was contained in them. to let him know how much he wanted to do things to him that he'd never done with anyone else before. he didn't even care that he barely knew elvis. there was a chance that they wouldn't regret what they were doing, and seattle wanted that chance more than anything. and maybe even keep seeing him. but not just for this, but to actually get to know him. and if elvis didn't want to do that, then it would be okay. because seattle knew something good would come from it. he'd be more social, more willing to meet other guys. but fuck if elvis wasn't going to be in every inch of his mind after this.

he moved his head back slightly, to where his lips were almost in contact with the other's. he shivered as the other whispered, feeling the warmth of the other's breath on his lips. he contemplated just cutting him off, to just start kissing him then and there. but just as he was about to, elvis moved in, closing the gap between their lips. seattle's eyes widened for a moment, but then fluttered before closing completely, melting into the kiss. he felt the other's hand move up his back and into his hair, and the kiss deepened. seattle, not very experienced in the activity, didn't realize at first that the other male wanted entrance into his mouth, to explore it. he gasped softly as he felt the other's tongue on his bottom lip, and he slowly opened his mouth, continuing to kiss him while doing so. seattle's tongue slid slowly from his own mouth, sliding teasingly across the brit's own bottom lip. one hand moved to hold elvis' head, while the other moved to rest on his waist. and, just for good measure, he let his hips roll against the other's, a small smirk gracing his features.

[elvis joseph hamleton]

everything about what he was doing with this boy was exactly the elvis hamleton that had existed before teddy came into his life. the same exact was that he just so happily went into locked rooms with strangers to do god knows what. was it wrong? maybe, he only knew this boy's name. he didn't know what he was like, if he had a boyfriend, if he was a virgin. things that people usually should know before deciding to hook up in a break room with a practical stranger. but elvis couldn't be bothered to care. because he was heartbroken. because he was lonely. because no matter how much teddy said that he would be coming back there was a huge part of him that was terrified when he did come back it wouldn't be him that he wanted. maybe it was wrong to search out his options, but elvis didn't care. he wanted this boy, with his big brown eyes, and the way that he almost seemed uncertain of his actions. he wanted him, and he'd be damned if he weren't going to have him.

there was a lot that you could tell about a person while kissing them. what he could tell about seattle, it was simple. he wasn't experienced. not even so much in kissing. not that he was a bad kisser. for as much as elvis loved teddy he wasn't necessarily a good kisser. but he loved the boy, and that made it alright. as for seattle, he wasn't bad at it. just inexperienced. it crossed elvis' mind in this moment that seattle could very well be a virgin. but nothing was going to stop him from going as far as this boy would let him push. because he was elvis. that's what he did. it was what he'd always done. hell, he even did it with teddy, even if he hadn't planned on falling in love with him, but from the first day he had pushed the good little catholic boy. and now he was doing the same with seattle.

elvis smiled against his lips when he allowed his tongue entrance, and for several moments he let his tongue dance with seattle's. he even went as far as to push him up against the wall when the other boy gave that roll of hips. even if he was a virgin, elvis felt safe in assuming that he was more than willing to press forth and break a few boundaries in this break room. the suppressed ones always were the most fun after all. at least that's what elvis had realized in his experience. wandering fingers moved down the other boys torso until he reached his pant line, and he let the tip of his index finger slip under the belt and move slowly across his skin. "nervous?" he asked softly, keeping their faces close and pressing another quick kiss to the boy's lips.

[SEATTLE ALEXANDER SPALDING]

the situation that seattle was in at that particular moment made his mind flash back to a time when he was still in school, probably the seventh or eighth grade, when he first found out about his sexuality. he was a very.. forward kid back then, and if something was on his mind, he'd either say it, or in some cases, do it. a new kid had transfered schools, and seattle was hooked from the very first look; sandy brown hair, sea-foam eyes, tanned skin, he was perfection. seattle had gone up to the kid, named darren, and started talking, and the two instantly hit it off. they'd known each other for a little over two weeks before seattle had caught the boy completely off guard by kissing him when they were alone. they were at darren's house, in his room watching tv. darren, shocked at first, surprised seattle by kissing him back. they kissed for a few minutes before darren broke the kiss and gave a heartbreaking smile. seattle was hooked. wrapped around his finger.

and then he went and broke his heart for real.

seattle didn't like thinking about that part; all he knew is that that's the farthest he'd ever gone with a guy until now. after having his heart crushed, he was afraid to get back out there and mingle. but here he was, surpressed and aching for affection, and finally receiving it. and by a drop dead gorgeous man, might he add. elvis was experienced in this sort of subject, that was for damn sure. every time the other's tongue brushed across seattle's, his skin tingled, making goosebumps rise and then cling to his skin, making him hold on tighter to the others waist. elvis had pushed and pinned him to the wall, and the brunette bit his lip, grinning as he felt elvis' fingers glide down his torso and end at his pant line, where one finger slipped under and stroked the skin. at the other's question, seattle's breath caught before his eyes closed at the second kiss. it was quick, but seattle kissed back, even getting a small nip to the other's bottom lip before smirking.

"that answer your question?" he murmured in response, leaning his head forward to let his tongue trace the other's lips.

[elvis joseph hamleton]

those last words were all that elvis needed. that final push that would cause him to cross over the line that somewhere in him he knew he shouldn't cross. after all, taking someone's virginity in a break room was not the nicest thing that he could do in the world. he was sure that if teddy knew about this -which he would end up knowing because elvis didn't keep a damn thing from that boy- he wouldn't be all to proud of elvis. probably would be a little pissed too if only because elvis had no intention of being with this brown eyed boy, no matter how sweet his lips and ah-hem other things tasted. which was only a tidbit of the information that he got during that hour in the break room. elvis had wasted no time in damn near worshiping the body of the other boy, and making sure that he enjoyed every aspect of what was happening. even the parts that were bound to hurt a bit no matter how gentle elvis was.

with them both having reached a release -seattle more than once- elvis sat with the other boy on the floor, only his boxers covering himself. he wrapped his arms around the other boy pulling him to him and running fingers through his hair. his eyes were so big, so innocent. they reminded him a lot of teddy's, even if they were a shade of chocolate brown instead of the hazel hue to teddy's orbs. but the innocence, yes, that was definitely there, and maybe that's what had pulled elvis in in the first place. the fact that this boy just was so innocent. so willing to just give himself to elvis. it wasn't like elvis was going to go around finding virgins to corrupt or anything like that, but he couldn't bring himself to regret the interactions that he'd just had with the spalding boy. because, he was beautiful, and he was sweet, and the way he moaned was like music to elvis' ears. he might not be interested in dating this boy, being his boyfriend, things like that, but he most certainly would be his friend. and he most certainly wanted this again.

"tha' was amazing," he spoke in a soft purr before tilting his head down to press a kiss to seattle's bare shoulder. he knew that the other would have to go back to work here in a few moments. and he could only hope that there would be a smile on his face for the rest of his shift given what had just happened between the two boys. elvis wasn't thinking of that, then, though. what he was thinking about was just how nice it was to hold this boy. he didn't know him. not well at all. but he didn't care. this was all he needed to know right then. what it felt like to hold him close, to press those feather light kisses across his shoulders and up his neck. elvis found himself contented in this moment, completely at peace with the world around him. and he didn't want to have to give up this feeling anytime soon.