Mirage & Octane (WIP)

|:|{Chapter Seven}|:|

Octavio didn't remember much of last night, only that he woke up once again in the tricksters bed. Feeling a bit of deja vu, the first thing the speedster checked was if he still had his clothes on. Although not everything, he did still have his boxers on. Looking over to the other side of the bed, Elliott wasn't there. He must of not have been as drunk as he was the first time, as he started to remember what had happened the night before.

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After getting his drink, Octavio walked over to Ajay and Anita. Looking back on it, they clearly didn't want them there. Eventually, both him and the medic got absolutely wasted, joking about how when he first got his prosthetics they ran faster than he expected, making him fall backwards like he was on a skateboard.

At some point, Anita called his favorite trickster over. Octavio didn't even notice he was there until he mentioned not knowing where the speedster's apartment was. Not wanting to go home, the adrenaline junkie quickly started talking to Elliott. After some not-so-subtle flirting, Octavio finally got what he wanted. 

Being locked in a room all alone was no fun. The speedster wanted nothing more but to pounce on Elliott and have him do whatever he wanted all night long. Trying to be patient, Octavio thumped his foot on the ground and quietly hummed any song that came to mind. 

Three songs later and no Elliott, Octavio realized the trickster wasn't coming back into the room. The partygoers were eerily quiet, making him assume they were gone. About to get up and look for the larger man, the door opened. Eagerly, the speedster ran up and jumped into Elliott's arms. 

Maybe it was the alcohol, or the fact that they've never kissed sober, but it was the best feeling in the world. Octavio couldn't think of anything else except right now. He even considered going slow, although that thought went out the window once the larger man pinned him onto the bed.

The two legends quickly ripped each others clothes off, as if they only had hours to live. Once they were only in their boxers, they quickly went back to their deep kissing, rarely stopping to catch their breath. 

Slowly leaving the kiss and moving to the older man's neck, Octavio slowly made his way to Elliott's chest. Then his stomach. Then his waist. And finally, to his favorite spot. 

Licking off a bit of precum, the larger man shuddered with pleasure. Thinking it would be more fun to tease him a bit before giving him the main course, Octavio put his lips around the head, then went back to softly licking the tip. Eventually, the trickster couldn't take it anymore. Grabbing the speedster by the hair, he pushed his head all the way down his shaft. 

The speedster, surprised, gagged and quickly retracted. 'What a rush~!' Octavio thought, before letting the older man throat fuck him until he was done. Almost purring with delight, the smaller man swallowed. They looked at each other in the eyes for the first time that night. Octavio had never known brown eyes could look so beautiful. 

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That's all Octavio could remember from the night before. With a killer headache, he could only wonder if there was more. He wasn't going to ask the trickster, as he assumed he would be hungover as well.  The speedster quickly got dressed, put his legs back on, and went out to find Elliott making breakfast. His heart dropped. Was this just how it was going to be?