Delirium

.five

An innocent and clueless angel...

"Cyan, slow down," Elliot mumbled while the younger male began grinding on him, the effects of the ecstasy pill that he had taken running throughout his body.

His body was on fire, every one of Elliot's touches scorching his skin, but Cyan loved it. He craved the burning sensation that seemed to spread across his skin.

They had been driving down the road when the effects had become too overwhelming for Cyan to handle. Only then did he unbuckle his seatbelt and climb into the older male's lap, not really caring if they would've gotten into a crash at that moment. Elliot hadn't objected, looking around Cyan before slowing down on the side of the road and parking the car.

And that's where they were now, the seat of the car leaned back to the farthest it could go. Cyan practically scratching his skin off trying to take his own shirt off while Elliot worked on his pants.

"Jesus Cyan, why do you wear such tight jeans?"

Getting to his knees and trying not to hit his head on the roof of the car, Cyan wiggled out of his jeans and underwear. He would've said something at Elliot's comment but all that his mind would focus on was getting Elliot out of his own clothes.

Completely giving up on his belt, Cyan leaned down and kissed him, grinding on him to try and create friction to ease the uncomfortable erection he had.

Then, much to his displeasure, Cyan's phone buzzed from the passenger seat, drawing Elliot's attention to that.

"Shouldn't you get that?" He asked but Cyan ignored it.

"I'll get it later." He groaned out, kissing Elliot quickly to try and bring him back to the matter at hand. Elliot reached for Cyan's phone, turning the volume down before tossing it back to the seat and kissing Cyan back.

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Cyan trembled in his hoodie, as he rested in the passenger seat. The effects of the pill hadn't worn off completely but he could feel the dwindling effects of the drug. The slight nausea was back but that was to be expected. Cyan should've been used to that by now.

Seeing Elliot redo his pants, it made Cyan wonder where his own had gone. The only thing he had bothered to slip on was the hoodie, completely naked if that were to be removed.

"Where were we going?" Cyan asked, completely forgetting what was the point in him tagging along with Elliot. Something about doing something fun...

"Party."

"You wouldn't just go to a party for the hell of it," Cyan said with a raised brow. "So something is happening?"

"For me, there's someone important I need to speak with about a couple of things. For you though? It's only a party. How's that pill holding up anyway?"

Cyan grabbed his phone that had managed to slip in between the seats. "Diminishing." He muttered with a frown. He needed another one and he needed it now. How dare Elliot take him to a party sober.

"There'll be more at the place."

With a small smile, Cyan looked at the missed call that he had ignored earlier. His smile dropped down to a frown as he saw the name.

"Carter called me."

Cyan and Carter were close, at least, he believed them to be. When Cyan had run away, he had told Carter to not tell anyone, and he never did. Cyan didn't know what excuse the male had used but he had never been caught. Carter knew about Cyan and Elliot. He knew about the drugs and the entire lifestyle. For fuck's sake, he was the one who had tattooed Elliot's gang mark on his side.