𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 | 𝗆𝗂𝖽90𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗅

𝟎𝟏𝟎

CONTENT WARNING | 18+

The heat burned against his sore muscles, getting up at 5 am every morning to work out was killing him, but he couldn't stop now. This was the first year — ever — that he really tried to keep a schedule with his life. He was drowning in it, but it tended to preoccupy his mind for the day. Not today though. It was 8 am, and he stood in the shower, washing off the sweat and dirt from working out on his garage floor. He always thought working out at 5 am would be better due to the hot afternoon heat in LA, but it never seemed to help. By 4:30 am, it was already 70 degrees outside.

Fuckshit groaned, throwing his head back as the shower water soaked his hair. His biceps ached as he leaned his hands against the shower wall, lifting his head so that the water streamed down his face.

His mind felt like it was racing, and he almost felt like he could physically feel the pain of having too many thoughts in his head at once. Like an ice pick headache.

One of them being about Ellie — most of them were about her.

Between the kiss and her simply just being here in LA, he felt like he was suffocating, but at the same time he felt like he was coming up for a breath of fresh air. Ellie being that air.

He sighed, letting his thoughts turn into something a little less emotional.

He thought of her body, as she stood in front of him staring at him at the club.

The tight black dress was clinging to her waist, hugging and amplifying her hips. Her legs glowed in the club lights bouncing around on the ground.

He groaned, running his wet hands over his face. He didn't want to think about her, he didn't even necessarily want to see her. He knew what would happen and in the end, when she left again, his heart would break.

With a huff, his eyes peered down. Harder than ever. "Seriously..? Just like that?" he questioned himself, sounding completely disappointed. Ellie had always done something to him that he hated with a passion. She made him feel things no one could. She made him tingle in ways he never had before.

His eyes narrowed, looking up at the shower wall under hooded eyes. He clenched his jaw. The thoughts were there now, and there was no getting them to go away.

His white knuckled hand wrapped around it, he couldn't resist the temptation or the thoughts anymore. He had to release this feeling.

He swallowed the gulp in his throat as he stroked his dick, water suctioning his hand against his flesh. His tip slid in and out of his palm, making him groan out with pleasure. His head dropped back, his chest rising and falling with every stroke.

Veins prodded through both his hand and his dick, sticking out from under his tan skin. He thought of every inch of Ellie, from the way she looked up at him with her big puppy dog eyes to the way her hips moved when she walked. He thought of her voice; the way words slid off of her tongue and into the air, making him melt.

He grunted as his hand moved in circular motion, running over his sensitive tip. He could feel it pulsating, turning purple as the blood rushed towards it, hardening him more and more. Pre-cum filled the tip, soaking into his hand as he stroked himself faster and faster.

He thought of how Ellie sounded when he was fucking her; soft delicate moans, wispy breaths that always were right in Fuckshit's ear. He thought of the way she moaned his name, his real name. No one would ever be able to say his name like that.

He missed her. He missed every part of her. With her in LA, he felt like a piece of him was missing with not having her right next to him all the time. It felt wrong that she was here, and they were barely speaking.