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The Deep End

A m/m short story ft. the taunting playboy and the innocent roommate.

By Idrian PandtopPublished 7 years ago 7 min read
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Eli had been living with Connor for months now, and if there was anything that the youngest would take from this experience was that his roommate was unyielding in his games. Games was the appropriate term—the way Con played with the other, toying and teasing for amusement and pleasure—but these games were becoming tougher to participate in and just call it playing. It used to be that walking through the place with his shirt intentionally missing from his chest was enough for a pastime, but there was a moment that proved it had failed to suffice for awhile now.

Connor had been missing from the penthouse for nearly an hour now. At a time when he had promised to be back, Eli grabbed his phone to find out where he was. A quick text was sent, and a few moments later a response lit up the smartphone.

I’m on the rooftop. Join me if you miss me.

The reply was almost irritating if it didn’t also come with a sense of dread, knowing that there was an ulterior motive behind it. Relief for his well-being was trumped by annoyance that he took it for granted, and then that was further overshadowed by the pit of his stomach telling him not to go up that elevator and see him.

Eli’s fingers clutched around his phone, looking back at the words illuminated on his screen before breathing out a sigh. Why did he have to be lured like this? It was pointless, wasn’t it? Falling for a lead that was going to eventually kill him? It was a sickness, some type of death wish when it came to humility. Yet, there he went following after, pressing the button to shut the doors of the elevator before he was hauled up the next and only flight the skyscraper had at its disposal.

Bing.

Time had gone by too quickly between him stepping into the metal box and when it opened up to the city’s landscape. In that short amount of time, Eli’s feeling to go back to the penthouse raged inside until Connor’s voice was heard.

“I knew you missed me.”

The smugness was undeniable, but it was also like a hook at the end of a fishing rod. Fine. This would be a chance for him to finally tell him to stop worrying him, to stop just disappearing into thin air and figuring he would be utterly fine with it. He would not be trained this way like the household dog.

All of those plans evaporated when Eli actually approached the edge of the pool Connor adored, seeing him threading through the water like it was his natural habitat. His fingertips made the concrete border absorb the heavy droplets from them with their owner staring up at the hazel eyes.

“You look like you should join me,” he went on with a slanted grin.

“I didn’t bring anything to wear with me.” Why wasn’t that a no? That should have been a no. A very cross, stalwart no.

“Even better. We’ll match.”

Eli’ mouth opened for a moment until his cheeks flooded with realization. The ripples of the water had concealed the body they surrounded, shielding his true self within them.

“Uhm, no. Thanks. I mean, thanks but no thanks.”

An amused hum of a laugh sounded from the back of Connor’s throat before crossing his arms over the concrete, resting his cheek on his damp skin as he continued to look up at the other. “You don’t even want to put your feet in here? I’m not a piranha.”

On nervous instinct, there was a quiet laugh before Eli took the time to look around. It was a private rooftop, but the fact that someone else could still possibly be here with them was always a possibility with Connor involved. Only the sun was setting, reflecting off of the metal buildings lower than they were, but there wasn’t another soul nearby, as far as he knew.

“I didn’t hire a helicopter to come by and take photos of your bare feet, just so you know,” Connor’s voice interrupted the other’s thoughts. “I missed out on that fetish.”

A look was given this time, replied only by a raise of the eyebrows and another thin grin. Wordlessly, Eli began to take off his shoes gradually, still wondering what he was doing all the while. For the one already in the pool, he moved back from the edge to give him his space, which was soon taken. He knelt down carefully, winding his limbs around to let his toes dip into the warm water.

“It’s just water. I don’t know why you have that look on your face like I’m going to pull you in and drown you.”

“It’s more to do with the pulling me in part,” he answered as his fingers tightened on the edge of the concrete, readying himself.

Connor drew closer to him out of defiance, letting his hands beneath the water reach Eli’ skin and wrap around his ankles slowly. He didn’t take his eyes off of his gaze while his thumbs swayed over the bones. “So, you don’t see me as a murderer. I’m torn on how to take that, actually.”

The youngest’s heart was thumping hard in his chest. The anticipation of hitting the water felt imminent, and all he was doing now was just waiting to join him. It took a moment to realize that he hadn’t said anything at all in response, simply just staring at him, training his eyes away from deciphering the image the water scrambled.

“You want me to pull you in.” Eli’s lack of an immediate rebuttal only prompted Connor to go on. “The thing about that is…” he spoke, parting the long legs by his grip before inching even closer between them, “I’m planning on something else.”

Words seemed like a figment of the imagination at this point for the one that was perched on the edge of a pool. Fully dressed, he watched and felt the hem of his shirt being raised by the tip of his companion’s nose. A sliver of the abdomen became exposed, enough for plush lips to press against, making a gasp form. The single noise was enough for Con’s tongue to dip, tasting metal from the other side of the button from the long shorts he was wearing. Another noise tickled the ears, the sound of hands grasping harder to feel the grit of the concrete, and when the blue eyes flicked up, he smirked at the look he caused.

“Definitely something else,” he repeated as he released the ankles, moving away from the other and in the direction of the steps with the towel draped over the railing.

The drenched physique rose from the water, even when it clung onto him to stay with the excess running off of every curve and muscle before the cotton cloth wrapped around his bare hips. He watched how Eli’s reddened face had a delayed reaction in his need to look away, only dousing fuel on the fire. While he tied a single knot at his side, he stepped nearer to him, leaning down enough to reach his ear.

“Take your shorts off.”

The tone showed just how the submissive mark was completely meaningless to the one that held it, issuing the command deep into Eli’s hearing. Keeping his vision on him, he had an inkling that Eli had stopped breathing for a moment, seeing a lack of movement in his chest, but in time it inhaled the air fully. The same hands that had held onto the stone like a lifeline were prying themselves away from it, if even hesitantly. Moving to the band, they rested there briefly, unsure of the correct path to take. For Connor, as much as he knew of the other’s modesty, it was obvious why they faltered, and it was confirmed when they gingerly slipped down. The heat off of the fellow brunet’s face could literally be felt without touch as he exposed himself completely to the other. In turn, a triumphant twitch to the lips probably could have been felt by the youngest against his earlobe.

“You should have joined me in the pool,” he murmured with his palm flattening over the other’s thigh. “Are you going to next time?”

Eli’ heart was causing a shutter to his otherwise quiet breath, unable to think his response clearly, not even knowing if there was an answer he could think of in a state of being entirely free of distraction. His vocal cords seemingly acted on their own, barely controlled by the brain. “Yes,” was issued out in a whisper.

Connor’s hand squeezed, leaving light marks behind from his nails before relinquishing to guide his companion’s face to meet him. “I’ll look forward to it, then.”

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Idrian Pandtop

I just like to write, so here I am.

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