Swords of Damocles
When Elliot Alderson came to University he expected to only focus on his degree, smoke some weed, and not relapse into his morphine addiction again. He had it all planned out for how the semester would work. The only interruption to his plan was the appearance of Tyrell Wellick and his unfortunate attraction to him. On the surface, Wellick was like any other new college student, motivated and eager to make friends, but that wasn't what he was about. Elliot didn't plan on doing much of anything besides those three core things. Of course he over-analyzed every possible outcome that would occur when going outside of the plan but he never could've predicted this.
"Elliot." Tyrell said, greeting him when he sat down in his regular seat. The smug grin only brought uneasiness to Elliot, a rushing wave of tension came over him. He took note that Joanna was nowhere to be found near Tyrell.
Elliot ignored him, taking out his books so he could take notes. He didn't want to acknowledge Tyrell because he thrived on attention but he couldn't simply be ignored. His presence was too strong. It felt like the Sword of Damocles was hanging over his head and Tyrell was the impending danger. Thankfully, the instructor was awful and only used PowerPoints to teach so at least Elliot wouldn't have to hear him.
Tyrell chuckled as Elliot put both earphones and turned on the loudest song possible. God he's so beautiful, he thought, staring at the hooded boy while he tried his hardest to ignore everything around him but the instructor's slideshow. So many thoughts were running through his head about earlier that morning. He knew where Elliot resided. He knew where Elliot lived. He knew where Elliot lays at night. Just thinking about laying in his bed, pulling on his sheets, touching Elliot....got him going. He just wanted to touch him at least once, one more time.
Just when his thoughts were going to places other than psychology (though Freud would disagree), he received a notification on his phone.
Jo-Jo: did u get anywhere w him or r u just creaming ur pants thinkin about him
He would've replied with something equally sarcastic and witty, but she was right. He had to at least talk to him but how? He clearly used all of his assets to block him out. Maybe there was a way to get into his head.
Though Elliot wasn't paying much attention to Tyrell, he could see that he was struggling to find something to say. Anything to say in fact. Even though he had barely known him for two weeks, he liked to see Tyrell squirm. His natural reaction to Tyrell was to be uncomfortable so it was nice for a change to see him not know what to do. He smiled lightly until his phone vibrated.
Darlene: I got what u asked for. its waiting for u in ur room. thx for the free weed btw. u arent getting it back.
It had been only an hour but somehow he had completely forgotten that he wanted to hack Tyrell Wellick and find out everything he needed to know about him.
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Elliot walked into his room, throwing his bag on the floor, so he could look for the file that Darlene had delivered. Granted that they were high when they talked about this serious (minor) issue, he thought he would at least remember where he put it. The Psychology class was two hours so the high wore off and he was ready to figure out his next move. But he couldn't seem to find it over the massive piles of paper he had somehow managed to collect within the first two weeks of school.
"Looking for something?" a voice said behind him.
Elliot quickly turned his direction to the speaker. Joanna, Tyrell's apparent girlfriend. "What are you doing here?"
Joanna chuckled, looking in the manila folder labelled with Tyrell's name. "I could counter that accusation with 'why do you have illegally obtained copies of my boyfriend's private records'?"
"Why do you think?" he asked, squinting his eyes at her. "He rubs me the wrong way."
She laughed. Tyrell would definitely like that phrasing. "You have nothing to worry about, and tell your source to find the right Tyrell Wellick." Joanna said, handing Elliot a picture from the file, and walking out his room.
He looked at the picture to see a smiling Asian man with nice headshots. "Darlene....." he spoke under his breathe, frustratingly. He would have to talk to her about her research technique. He balled up the piece of paper, throwing it in the trash. He sighed, grabbing his bag, and leaving his room. What he didn't understand is how she could've possibly screwed up, even after she saw his face when she visited his room. He wanted to be as far away from this hack as possible but his twin sister was going to fuck this up for him, then he had to do it himself.
Joanna looked out of her door to see if Elliot was leaving. She smiled, putting the phone back up to her ear, "It worked. He's leaving right now and I got your file from his room. Go nuts."
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Tyrell walked into Elliot's room, breathing in everything he could about the boy he was enamored with. Tyrell took blue latex gloves out of his pocket, making sure he wouldn't contaminate anything intentionally. This was technically breaking and entering. The first thing that drew him in was Elliot's bed. He made sure not to make any disruptions in the neat folding on this bed. He grabbed the pillow, sniffing intensely. Elliot's scent was heavily dosed on the pillow. Sweet Vanilla. The longer he sniffed, the closer he felt to him in some odd yet spiritual way. Tyrell could only imagine what it would smell like on the actual person.
His next move was the closet. All of his clothes were practically black with few minor exceptions, like a brown shirt there or a plaid one here. The thing that stood out the most was his signature black hoodie. Tyrell was pleasantly surprised to see that he had two instead of one. He took a quick sniff of the jacket. It smells just like him. This was a once in a lifetime moment. Being in Elliot's closet was something that would never repeat its self, especially since he doesn't have a roommate.
He didn't even bother looking at the rest of the room; he took the prized hoodie and left. Even though Tyrell was supposed to have a roommate, he hadn't been there in a week, it was safe to assume that he had the whole place to himself. To be on the safe side, he locked the door behind himself and prepared for the best experience of his short life. He shortly contemplated whether or not he should take off his gloves, but eventually decided it would be best to keep them on. For effect, he thought.
Tyrell began to strip his clothes, that he specifically wore for Elliot, and threw them on the floor. To conceal his naked body, he put on Elliot's small black hoodie. Climbing into his bed, relaxing a little, and imagining Elliot there with him. He imagined Elliot's hand slowly tracing his body, making sure to touch every part and take in everything. He imagined himself, reaching out to Elliot's face, finally being able to stare into his eyes for as long as he wanted to. He imagined light kisses trailing from his chest to pelvis; hitting just the right spots, making him moan quietly. He imagined Elliot taking his dick into his hands, rubbing slowly at first then quickening when he sees Tyrell going into frenzy of groans and moans. He imagined entering him and thrusting roughly, because that's the way Tyrell likes it. He imagines all the orgasmic pleasures of their interaction and the sweet taste of Elliot in and on his mouth. But that was all only imagination.
Tyrell moaned loudly one last time until he was finished ejaculating. He inhaled Elliot's scent one more time before deciding it was time to clean up. He looked at the state of Elliot's hoodie and his bed. He needed to fuck someone, and soon. The best I ever had, Tyrell thought, throwing his latex gloves in the trash. The best I ever had.