fellowshippers | Have a party all night long

Title: Criminally Vulgar (part 1/?)
Author: Kerry

slash_moose
Pairing: Clay/Elijah
Rating: NC17ish
Summary: Elijah gets Clay drunk.
Disclaimer: Neither of these men belong to me. And if this actually happened then I'm Albert Einstein.
Feedback: Hate the pairing? Hate the story? Hate my weasley black guts? Comments are muchly appreciated.
Notes: This is the first time I've written for 'Lijah and I must say I don't know that much about him. So if he seems terribly out of character ~~you can kiss my white ass~~ thats why. Oh, and I did attempt some smut. But, alas, it didn't work out as I was interrupted by my church coming over. *shakes fist* DAMN YOU FRUIT SMOOTHIE. Oh well, enjoy anyway.

The first thing Elijah noted about him was that he was very, very tall. Then again, standing at only 5'5, Elijah was prone to think that everyone was very, very tall. The second thing the actor noticed was that he was alot more attractive in real life than on TV or in magazines.

He looks so out of place, Elijah thought with a small smile. Keeping his eye on the man, Elijah fought his way through the crowd towards him.

~~**~*~**~~

The first thing Clay noted about him was that he was very, very short. Then again, standing at 6'1, Clay was prone to think that everyone was very, very short.

"Clay Aiken?" Elijah said, extending an arm out and slightly upwards to shake hands.

Clay grinned. "Elijah Wood." He shook the boy's hand. "You know I saw you the other night on Saturday Night Live. From what I heard, you don't have a bad voice yourself."

Elijah smirked. Now he's just flirting, he thought. Just as well. "Thanks. But we all know you're the real talent."

Clay giggled in response, completely throwing off Elijah's established view of the singer.

Elijah joined in laughing, halting Clay.

"What's so funny?" Clay asked, with a bemused smile.

"You have the cutest laugh," Elijah said, grinning. Oh great, he thought suddenly. Now I'm the one flirting.

Clay blushed slightly, running a hand threw his tousled hair. "It doesn't match does it?"

Elijah's grin melted into a coy smile. "Quite the contrary...." He felt his hand start to trail up and down the considerably taller man's arm. "I think its very becoming."

Clay shivered at the touch, but didn't pull away. "Oh, you're just being nice." He could feel his blush deepen.

Elijah shook his head slightly. "No, this is me being nice. I'll get you a drink. What'll you have?"

Clay laughed, tossing his head back a little, but stopped at the look on Elijah's face. "You're... serious?"

Elijah lifted an eyebrow. "Totally serious. What'll you have?"

"Ohh...." Clay's eyes slid out of focus for a moment. "Um, anything virgin I guess."

Elijah's second eyebrow rose to join the first. "Virgin?"

"Um, yes please."

~~**~*~**~~

An hour later it was clear that whatever Clay had drunk, it surely wasn't virgin. It was also clear that before tonight this virginal boy had never drunk a drop of alcohol. "Hey 'Lijah," he slurred, giggling madly. "You're really short."

Elijah nodded, only slightly interested. Sure, he felt bad about secretly spiking Clay's drink, but he wanted the singer and if getting him drunk was the only way to get him, then by gods he was going to get him drunk. Now all he had to do was wait for Clay to make the first move.

He didn't have to wait long.

"Hey 'Lijah," Clay said as seductively as his drunken state would allow. "This party's gettin' boring. Why don't you and I get outta here and do something more lively."

Not quiet the best pick-up line, but it was exactly what Elijah wanted. He smiled unwittingly. "Sure. My place?"

~~**~*~**~~

The ride over was painfully arousing.

Clay was curled into Elijah, kissing and sucking on his neck, the singer's hands brushing over Elijah's quickly hardening cock. Just you wait Clay Aiken, Elijah thought, as he fought to keep himself from ravaging the older man. I'll get you back for this.

Upon arriving at the hotel, Elijah dragged Clay inside by the hand as quickly as possible without full out running.

The elevator seemed to be going excruciatingly slow. Clay's hand quickly was at the small of Elijah's back, tracing circles and other patterns. The hand found the belt around Elijah's slender hips and fingers pushed past it, tickling the tender skin there.

Hours, it seemed, later the two found their way to Elijah's hotel room. Not a millisecond after the door clicked shut, Clay's lips were pushed bruisingly against the actor's. Hands were hastilly unbuttoning the shirt and hips were grinding hips into the door.

And through the hurricaine of flying hands and hurried kisses, Elijah's initial thought was, Oh god what have I gotten myself into?
So later when Clay was screaming Elijah's name, to drunk to know where he was and why he was being fucked by a man that was seven inches shorter than him, Elijah thought the same thing: What have I gotten myself into?

And so it begins. Au revoir!

ETA: I copied this and the next six chapters directly from the community I originally posted them in, so not a thing has been changed.

No Longer an Astronaut
~Kerry~