John

[eliot_thespectacular]

Eliot was feeling much better about his position on the ship now. Particularly having quarters of his own, as meager as they were. It felt as if he were in a place now where he could improve upon things. And he hadn't even had to fuck anyone for it. Plus Winter's potion had worked, and he hadn't vomited in days.

Wearing the robes that Q had given him, having charmed them to a dark purple, Eliot went up to the deck for some air. This was really... not where he had imagined himself.

Comments

[petty_dabbler]

"I'm just saying...wild magic doesn't come frome average asshole husbands," he said.

He puffed his pipe thoughtfully.

"Usually comes from magic blood."

[eliot_thespectacular]

Eliot's mouth opened, then closed again.

"Well I guess that would explain a lot." Including why his father seemed to hate him so fucking much.

[petty_dabbler]

"It would," John nodded.

"I could investigate, if you like. Maybe find an answer," he continued.

[eliot_thespectacular]

"Would it help me gain control of it?" Eliot asked. "I mean, knowing... who it was?" Pause. "Oh fuck, is the question actually what it was? You're really suggesting I'm not entirely human?"

[petty_dabbler]

John gave him a pointed look and a small nod.

"No shame in a popular mum," he noted.

[eliot_thespectacular]

"I mean, good for her, frankly," Eliot muttered. And then finally said, "Sure, look into it. But not because I'm looking for a... daddy. I just want to be a better wizard."

[petty_dabbler]

John reached out and laid his arm around Eliot's shoulders, guiding him across the deck.

"Let's go find out what we can before the moon sets, hmm?" he suggested.

[eliot_thespectacular]

Eliot went with him, but did groan softly and say, "This is going to involve me bleeding into a cup or something isn't it?"

[petty_dabbler]

"Hopefully you won't find it that unpleasant," John said.

He took Eliot to his own door- no way John would risk Winter walking in.

"Can you do a lock charm?" he asked as he closed the door.

[eliot_thespectacular]

"Sure," said Eliot, and used a hand gesture to do a quick spell to lock the door. At least he could unlock it if he needed to escape or something."

[petty_dabbler]

"Good," John smiled and began to remove his robe to reveal his tunic and breeches.

Scanning the room, John took in the size of the bed, and then how much floor space he had to work with.

"Alright," he nodded. "We can do this. I, erm, I need youtube trust me, Eliot..."

The way he said it...something wasn't usual about this.

[eliot_thespectacular]

Eliot tilted his head. "Just how much blood are we talking here?"

[petty_dabbler]

John stepped closer and cupped his palm over Eliot's cock, magic radiating warmth into him to coax him hard.

"Not blood, love," he rasped quietly.

[eliot_thespectacular]

Eliot was genuinely surprised, but immediately groaned. Maybe he should have felt a little violated, but on the other hand, he hadn't had sex since he'd gotten on the ship, and John wasn't unattractive.

He wet his lips. "If you wanted in my pants you could have just said so."

[petty_dabbler]

"Do you want to know or not?" John asked, hand slipping inside his pants to feel the heat of him.

[eliot_thespectacular]

"I do," Eliot said, a little breathless. "A little conversation might have been nice first, is all."

[petty_dabbler]

John leaned in close, lips ghosting against Eliot's.

"Would you prefer blood magic?" he whispered.

[eliot_thespectacular]

"Fuck no," said Eliot, and kissed him.

[petty_dabbler]

John kissed him and stroked him until he could feel Eliot's heart beat faster. Only then did he back away slowly.

"Undress," he said softly. "I need to get ready."

Get ready meant casting a complex circle that hung in the air, slowly revolving around them and glowing a soft orange. It was only after John cast it that he began to undress himself.

[eliot_thespectacular]

Eliot began to undress, which was not a lengthy affair since he was wearing robes. Eventually he was standing there In just his underwear, tented with an erection. As he did so, he watched, interested in the magic.

[petty_dabbler]

John's body was covered in ink, different symbols tattooed for easy access. Some were the darkest magic.

But he didn't give him time to really study them. Once he was bare, John stepped up to face Eliot, resting a hand on his heart and a hand on his head as he began to chant to begin the spell.

Magic cracked and popped in the air around them.

[eliot_thespectacular]

Eliot really did want to study the tattoos, but he didn't have the chance.

He closed his eyes after a moment, feeling the magic and nearly holding his breath. He hadn't done a lot of sex magic, but really hoped this was the sort that actually ended in fucking.

[petty_dabbler]

John kissed him, hot and hungry. His figers gripped Eliot's cock as frantically pulled him closer and closer.

He could tell Eliot couldn't take much more and let go, leaving him on the very edge with nothing but need.

"Don't come," he spoke into Eliot's mouth. "Not yet. I'll tell you when."

[eliot_thespectacular]

"Fucking hell," Eliot groaned against his mouth, and gripped one of his arms and shoulders hard. "Seriously?"

[petty_dabbler]

"We're going to need a lot more energy," John told him, beginning again to get him close.

But only just.

He was talented, using his mouth and his hands to drive Eliot mad with want.

But only just...