F A L L E N| Elvis Presley, Austin butler 18+

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      I fell into his bed, running my hands up his back. In return he'd held me, i was tender to him he seemed to like it.

"I can't evea seem to sleep." He said sadly looking up at me. His thick accent was so hot. Omg stop this madness Nessie bad girl.

I laughed at my thoughts literally, and he frowned.

"What do you mean?" I asked pausing to bite me sensitive swollen lips. "You haven't even tried yet." I pulled him closer and he nuzzled in. He was strong and determined as he pulled me closer.

"I can never eva sleep." He replied softly and seductively. No he didn't get your mind out the gutter. "Brains goin' too fast." I had no idea what that meant but carried on.

"TIl help you." I started threading my fingers through his hair, kissed the top of his head. Looking down i could only think about his true beauty.

"You're gonna make a mess." He groaned trying to
flatten it down with is palm.

"Hey," I replied jokingly. "Enough of that, I'm a
hairdresser this is my work, I don't come of stage
and tell you how to sing do I?"

"No." He said sleepily.

"Now what's keeping you up? I need to hear it."

"I don't know." He said leaning into me as I grabbed his hand and laced are fingers. I stayed quiet.

"Lonely I guess," He said with a little sigh. "I miss Cilla." He finished.

"Who is Cilla?" I asked softly. I've heard of miss Priscilla of course who hadn't? Then again he tried to keep her as private as possible till she disappeared.

"Cilla," He said softly. "my wife Priscilla."

"Yea, and where is Cilla tonight?" I asked softly.

"She's," He said almost in a whisper. "She left me for good." He finished shakily.

"Im sorry oh baby" I wanted to cry. "Im sorry, Im sorry." I finished softly. Then I stayed
silent, my thumb starting to rub his.

"I'm feelin'." He said while i wiped a tear away. "Like maybe I'm not gonna last in this game
much longer. Once all the ladies stop their
screamin'. I'm gettin' old." He said shyly.

He was slurring his words more now, stumbling over them, his accent was as thick as molasses in my ears.

"Oh Elvis," I sighed. "That won't be happening for
a long time. You're the prettiest man i ever laid my eyes on."

"I got you all safe here, I need you to sleep."

"Mmmh. You're a sweet 'lil girl, know that?"

Then breathed a deep huffing sigh that i felt hot
across my chest. And he fell asleep.

It felt odd doing this with a virtual stranger. Laying on
my near bare chest, sleeping quietly.

The following night...

I was jolted back to reality as Elvis started new song "If I Can Dream" medley and the crowd went from raucous to being in aw. After the song however it was time for me to go home.

Once the show ended and I had everything
packed away I did just that. It was only a short
15 minutes to get home.

AN: Yea idk why posting takes me so achingly long i just forget to write... sorry 😭