“Yes, really. And that was definitely a challenge,” Jackson blatantly stated to the other. The model followed the other inside, watching him hop up onto the counter before rummaging around one of the cupboards. As the alcohol piled into Eli’s lap, he couldn’t help but be impressed. It was definitely a good collection of alcohol. When the alcohol was set beside him, Jackson took the brandy, opening it and smelling it. He took the glass and went to throw some ice into it before coming back and pouring the brandy into the glass, downing the first glass before pouring himself a second that he planned on nursing for a bit. ”It’s not too bad. Apparently I have to talk to my parents about being too strict with my brother … but other than that, it’s really not that bad.” Taking another swig of his glass, he looked over to the other, “So tell me more about yourself — other than you have a habit of breaking your arm and you have a pretty face.”
“I’ll most certainly take that challenge,” Elijah retorted, not even batting an eyelash as he did so. He’d had many of these kind of conversations before, and had gotten used to them. Didn’t mean he didn’t enjoy it anymore. “Sebastian’s your brother, isn’t he? The good looks certainly run in the family.” He’d already picked his glass back up, pouring whisky in it as he’d finished his tequila. Eli chuckled slightly, shrugging, “I—err, well, you already know that I’m from California. I have a twin sister, Liz, I’m not sure if I’ve already told you about her. We came here together, and we’ll leave her together because there’s no way I’m moving away from her. I’m your basic stoner, I guess. I’m lazy, like to spend my time either doing absolutely nothing, or hitting on someone. My interests basically lie within that area.” He furrowed his brows, he’d never liked talking about himself, but the guy seemed sort of interested… “I don’t go to school, like I’ve already told you. In Cali I used to, got straight A’s on every test. But then I figured that life’s too short to let others tell you what to do, so I just stopped going. I kind of educate myself now—mostly in music, art, literature and psychology.” After downing a third of his drink, he gazed at Jackson once more, “But I’m really not that interesting, so why don’t you tell me more about yourself?”
“Well good then. I’ll keep that in mind for the next time you inevitably break your arm since you seem to have a pretty good track record for that …” Jackson said chuckling as he watched the other picking the leaves out. Reaching out, he plucked one that had been hiding in the back of his hair before smiling. ”Good … Cause I didn’t drink enough last night, so I’m more than glad to take you up on that offer …” Jackson looked back to the ladder, taking it down and putting it back in the garage before he followed Eli over to the front door. When Eli tried to get him to go ‘ladies first’, he rose a brow and smirked before moving in. ”I can show you just how much of I lady I’m not later. If you think you can keep up, that is.”
“If I can keep up? Really now?” An amused expression followed up, and he closed the door behind him as both of them were inside now. He took the lead, heading toward the kitchen. He hopped onto the counter as he reached his destination, peeking inside one of the cupboards and pulling a few bottles of liquor onto his lap. “Tequila. Or… whisky, brandy… what else have we got in here… Uh, yeah, just take whatever you like.” Putting the alcohol next to him on the counter, he reached for the cupboard on his other side to make a grab for two glasses, handing one of them over to Jackson as he filled his own with tequila. After gulping down half of it in a matter of seconds, he set the glass aside and glanced over at Jackson curiously, “So how is this hell hole treating you so far?”
Seeming to be a bit pouty that Eli hadn’t meant that kind of smacking, he continued on his mission of saving the other from the vicious man-eating tree. Watching as Eli slid down the ladder, he shook his head a bit. ”I would be too if I was in your position …” The model responded, flashing that familiar Smythe smile. Shrugging his shoulders, he chuckled, “If I hadn’t saved you, who would I possibly shamelessly flirt with online? You’d be too busy complaining about your broken arm and then I’d lose all my entertainment for the day.” When Eli mentioned a drink, he rose a brow. ”I’m really hoping you mean that you have more tequila calling your name — or something equally strong. In that case … I’d love a drink.”
Elijah grinned, shaking his head, “Well, although I do complain when I break my arm, I really don’t miss out any chances to flirt, so that’s something you don’t have to worry about.” He shrugged too, bringing a hand up to ruffle through his hair, plucking a few leafs out. “We Johnsons are pretty known for our always present stash of alcohol. So, yes, that’s what I meant. I have about anything a man could wish for, so you can have whatever you fancy.” He distanced himself from the tree, making his way over to the front door that he—thank fuck—had already left ajar in case he wouldn’t exit the roof using his window. Instead of walking in, though, he waited for Jackson to follow him and pushed the door open when said guy was close enough. “Ladies first?” and he winked teasingly, waiting for Jackson to enter.
He could tell the other was irritated—who wouldn’t be after being stuck in a tree for so long? ”Smack me? Well … I might like that,” Jackson gave the other a wink before looking over to the garage. ”Maybe I should slowly walk over …” As if to emphasize his point, he took a few painstakingly slow steps before laughing to himself and resuming his normal pace. Jackson opened the garage and looked around, finding a ladder that would be about the appropriate height. He carried it out and moved over to the tree, placing it against the sturdy branch. Making sure the ladder wasn’t about to slip out from under him on the grass, he climbed up it until he was close enough to help the other out.
“You really got yourself tangled didn’t you?” Jackson reached out, untangling the other’s shirt from a branch before holding his arm out to Eli, “Cmon … Just like … scooch over or something …” Waiting until he was close enough for Jackson to grab, he looped his arm around Eli and quickly yanked him over onto the ladder. ”Good? Good.” Once Eli was on the ladder, Jackson made his way down, holding the ladder in place so that Eli could make his own way down.
Eli huffed, “Not the kind of smacking I was talking about in this case.” Which was something new, but he reckoned that dangling from a tree would change everyone’s normal behavior after a while. After letting out another groan, he tightened his grip on his phone and was about to aim at Jackson’s head when the guy slowed down, but refrained as he fell back into a normal pace. And oh damn, yes, the sight of a ladder was more welcoming than ever. Another, although involuntary, sigh left his mouth, of relief this time as the ladder was placed against the trunk. “I feel as if the tree tried to swallow me. So, yes, I did get myself really fucking tangled up,” he took hold of the guy’s arm and steadied himself on the ladder as Jackson made his way down.
As soon as the other had made it all the way down, Elijah let himself slide down—because that’s what he always did and no aggressive tree could change that—and held onto the ladder as his feet touched the grass. “I’ve never been afraid of heights but fucking hell am I glad to be able to set foot on something as simple as grass.” He then turned his head to look at Jackson and shot him a grateful smile, “Thank you, you’ve probably saved me from another broken arm.” Slowly letting go of the ladder, he stood up straight. “I need a drink. Can I get you something?”
Jackson really had to stop himself from continuing to laugh about Eli’s predicament. You would never see the great Jackson Smythe caught in a tree like that—he liked to think he was above that sort of thing … Or that he had some sort of cat-like reflexes thanks to his days on the lacrosse field. He was a bit bummed out that since he’d been home, he’d only seen Sebastian on the internet and not in real life — Heck, he’d already spend the night with (and hit on) Kurt and now he was going to save Eli from the big bad tree. He still had to talk to his parents about their treatment of Sebastian, but that was something he was going to have to seriously think about his word choice. Once again, getting his motorcycle from the garage, he put his helmet on and was soon heading off to the address he was given. He parked outside before looking around until he saw the male dangling from the tree. A smile spread across his face as he struggled to keep his laughter in. ”So … How’s it hangin’?” Jackson asked, unable to resist as he walked to the tree.
Eli had never been too good when it came to keeping his balance. And he’d been reminded of that once again as he tripped and almost fell off the roof. Maybe he should’ve praised himself a lucky guy that there was a tree next to the house and that its branches extended all the way to the roof. But it wasn’t much fun to suddenly find yourself stuck, just hanging there like a rag doll, waiting for someone to help out. At least he had his phone with him. And thank God the wifi was even greater up there in the fucking tree. But his arm had started to ache after five minutes, and he was tired of it already. Well, help was on its way. Or that was what the guy had said. Elijah could only hope that the guy didn’t take too long—that one branch was creeping up his shirt and what the fuck was poking at his ass?
A deep sigh left his mouth as the guy walked up to the damn tree. Eli groaned, contemplating whether it’d be a good idea to throw his phone at the visitor’s head, “If I weren’t hanging from this tree, I’d smack you.” Then he pouted—because dammit, the uncomfortable pose in which his arm was currently forced really fucking sucked—and nodded toward the garage, “It’s open, you’ll find a few ladders inside. Please, don’t make me suffer any longer, or my arm will fall off.”
“You are so not my brother.” Liz chuckled, walking into the living room while Elijah was picking the popcorn of the floor. It was not the most disgusting thing he had ever done, and she herself had definitely done worse as well. That didn’t make her not scrunch up her nose and shake her head at him though, but that was just something they did. To the outer world they probably looked like the most strange duo ever, but they just worked. They weren’t normal, but normal was overrated anyway. And they had lots of fun. She knew she could talk to him about serious stuff if she needed to, he held her when she needed it even if she didn’t tell him anything, and it happened the other way around as well. All insults and ‘fights’ aside, they were each other’s most important person and maybe to society at large that wasn’t visible, but for both of them it was. That was a very comforting thought.
With a mild interest she watched him put popcorn on his pizza and rolled her eyes. “That’s either delicious or gross. Either way, not going to try it. I want my damn pizza pure and pizza-ish.” After having said that she took a slice of pizza and stuffed it in her face, all the while focusing on what was happening on the screen. She hummed along to the theme song, pieces of cheese spraying everywhere. They would clean up after all the fun anyway. Or maybe in a week or something. “Remember when I was Homer and you were Marge for Halloween a few years ago?” she chuckled, throwing the crust of her pizza in the box and opening another one, her mouth watering at the steamed vegetables and the pieces of bacon on top of two layers of cheese. Oh holy goodness that was pizza. “We should reenact an episode once. That would be epic.”
“I think you will find that I am, in fact, your brother, and all I have to say is deal with it, Yoda,” he stated. Burning his hand got him bummed out, yes, but he was always one to whip out a few words, no matter how bad the situation was. He knew deep down that she loved him and was, somehow, proud to be his sister, no matter how stupid he was acting. And to be frank, picking popcorn of the floor wasn’t half as bad as some of the disgusting things he’d done in his short, but nonetheless eventful, life.
“Have it your way,” he muttered, shoving the pizza in its whole into his mouth. It was a strange combo, and he wasn’t sure if the flavors really complimented each other, but he didn’t care. Food is food. A statement he lives by. He nodded as he recalled their outfits of a few years back. He’d looked good with the blue hair, dress and high heels. Cockiness or not, if he’d stared at his reflection in the mirror any longer that night, he would’ve humped himself. If that was even possible. Not that it should matter if one could actually hump his own self. But still. Again, he nodded, throwing the bowl of popcorn to the ground as he was sick of it already, “We should. But I want to be Lisa this time.” Grabbing his respective pizza box, he took out another slice and took a bite as big as possible, before swallowing it without really chewing and groaning at the burn he felt in his throat. Maybe he needed to calm down and actually let it cool off first, or his hands wouldn’t be the only part of his body that he’d fucked up today.
“So Liz,” he began, eyes still attached to the screen as he watched Homer being his usual idiot, “How are things with that girl from the party? Dakota, I believe she was called?”
Katelyn giggled as her dress was easily pulled off and a soft moan slipped from her lips as he kissed her collarbone and palmed her breasts. “Bras are stupid,” she muttered, shrugging the bra off once it was undone, “I actually never want to wear one again. My boobies have no master, they are free boobies.” she chuckled before pulling away from him and slipping down between his legs, using her teeth to pull his boxer down. His member stood up straight right away and Katelyn licked her lips before she carefully wrapped her fingers around it. Slowly she moved her hand up and down, her fingertips exploring the veins and the skin and the sensitive head. After feeling, she had to taste it. She was hungry again, but now for something completely different. Her tongue darted out and she slowly ran it up the entire length till the small slit, and then her mouth closed around the head.
After sucking lightly on it, she dared to go further and bopped her head down completely, but pulled up just a mere second later. Gag reflex. Oh bloody thing. Not that it really mattered that much, she was trembling slightly at how turned on she was, so she was going to cut the damn foreplay and get to the real deal already. She quickly pulled off her panties and crawled into Eli’s lap again, latching her lips to his while she rubbed herself on him, her eyes rolling back. “Take me. On the couch, against the wall, over the arm rest. Wherever, just do it now.” she demanded, digging her fingers into his shoulders.
Eli’s eyes drifted close as first her hand, and then her mouth enclosed his dick. Small moans left his lips, and his hands tangled into her hair on automated pilot as she continued to please him. Once she pulled back, and all he felt was cool air on his hard on, he gripped at her hips as she straddled him, now completely naked and more than wet for him. He didn’t care so much for the kissing right now, although he couldn’t deny her lips felt nice, soft. But kissing was more of a romance thing, and this was pure sex, so he pulled out and pampered her skin with sucking and biting instead.
He stopped his mouth from exploring her body momentarily as she demanded him to fuck her, contemplating which suggesting sounded more appealing to him. Instead of dwelling on the hard choice she’d left him with, his fingers dug deeper into her hipbones as he positioned her, before thrusting his hips up and thus slamming into her with as much force as he could manage. He wasn’t one to start slow, he liked rough, angry, screaming. Not slow, kissing and intimate. Maybe it just depended on the person he was with. He held no relationship with her whatsoever, she was his teacher, for God’s sake. And he was determined to make sure she wouldn’t be able to walk without any complications for at least a few days.
Katelyn moaned as she felt his hands underneath her dress. It made shivers run along her spine and arousal shoot south through her body. Her panties were probably soaking by that time, her legs quivering slightly. Damn drugs that made her horny so fast. “Fuck me.” she whispered against his lips, rocking her hips down into his lap. She was so ready and she just needed him to take her then and there. Although, preferably against the wall. That was something that seemed exceedingly hot to her.
She swiftly pulled the shirt over his head and went to his neck, sucking and biting hard. Giggling against his skin, she messed around with his belt, unbuckling it after a bit. “You are overdressed, Lijah,” she murmured, popping open the button of his jeans, “as am I. You should totally undress me.” She pushed his zipper down and tugged at his jeans, getting them halfway his thighs. A bit clumsily she climbed out of his lap so he could get rid of his jeans and just watched him from the side, her muscles twitching in anticipation.
So Eli wasn’t a virgin. Not the slightest bit. But he hadn’t experienced this yet. This being a teacher that was soaked at the slightest touch of his hands. Then again, he hadn’t fed drugs to a teacher before - only alcohol -, so it wasn’t all that surprising if you gave it a little thought. Clearly, Eli didn’t have time to think about that kind of unimportant stuff right now. Not while Katelyn pressed her thighs down onto his and the pressure on his already hard member was getting almost unbearable.
As his shirt was thrown into a corner of the lounge and her lips attached itself to his neck - probably leaving nasty hickeys that’d probably remind him of fucking his teacher for at least two weeks, which he had no problem with -, his hands restlessly traveled along her upper- and inner thighs. His eyes were closed, and tiny moans escaped his lips as Katelyn explored his neck. Once he felt a tug at his belt, his eyes sprung open and a smug grin appeared on his face. God, he loved it when someone undressed him, especially when they had gotten at the part where they’d pull down his pants. He nodded, mumbling a soft ‘mhm, I’d like that’. But he wouldn’t budge until his pants were off, or partly off, or- oh, fuck it. He grabbed her at her waist and pulled her onto his lap again, his hands immediately moving to the hem of her dress and pulling it off in a mere second. As the piece of clothing joined his shirt in the corner, his lips attached itself to her collarbone, his hands to her breasts. “I’ve never seen the point of a bra. Let’s get rid of it,” he murmured, lips still against her skin. His hands traveled up her spine, his fingers hooked on her bra as he unclasped it.
“Tiger huh?” Katelyn chuckled, purring lightly before she stuffed some more nachos in her mouth. With an appreciative nod she took the joint and took a long drag, holding the smoke in her mouth as she passed it back to him. As she blew it out, it hit Eli’s lips. Lips that kept her attention from then on. It had been a long time since she had last kissed a guy - Jesse, during the summer, on the ranch, and it had been great - and it only made her wonder how it would feel like if she kissed a guy again. This guy in particular. He was pretty handsome, maybe a tad weird but she could dig it. And the fact that he didn’t go to school often made it easier for her to not dwell on the thought of him being a student. Not that she really gave a fuck, she never did.
“I’m going to kiss you now.” she stated matter-of-factly, her hand finding his jaw before her lips found his mouth. She kissed him harder than she had expected, but she couldn’t be bothered to care because it felt amazing. Putting her nachos and cake and drink to the side, she shifted her position so she was straddling him, her arms snaking around his neck as she slowly deepened the kiss. Santana didn’t pop up in her head at all as she was kissing him, her teeth scraping and biting in his lip and her tongue exploring his mouth and his tongue.
Elijah felt her eyes on his face - or more precisely; on his lips - and raised an eyebrow. It’d been a while since he’d had this kind of attention from a teacher. He’d forgotten what it felt like, how awesome it made him feel - and most of all; how horny it got him. This one was definitely making him horny with the look on her face. But he was a model student. He wouldn’t kiss his teacher. No, instead he just waited for her to make a move.
“I won’t complain,” he winked, feeling her lips on his just a second later. He kissed her back, although quite distracted. Eli was still holding the joint, he’d burn either one of them of he didn’t get rid of it. So he blindly reached for the ashtray he’d spotted when Katelyn had pushed him onto the couch and dropped the joint, bringing his hands back to her thighs as she straddled him. The kiss deepened, which he saw as a sign to move his hands under the hem of her dress.
