Three in the morning but pt 2 is done!!!
Title: In Bloom (2/?)
Author: Christina
Series Rating: PG-13 to NC-17 (this part NC-17)
Pairing: Lij/the Band.
Summary: An AU fic. Lij is a fan and Dom, Billy and Orlando are all part of the band. Will Lij be their Yoko Ono?
Disclaimer: Well that just wouldn’t be any fun, would it?
Author’s Notes: Title from Nirvana. Special thanks to Liv...for being such a fangirl! Still more thanks to Raven for keeping me sane. All my lovin's to Charity.
Billy’s mouth is so hot against Elijah’s neck and his hands are finding the buttons to his top shirt. He needs to get some action here because now he sees Dominic reaching into Orlando’s pants and Elijah thinks it just might be a little perverted of him to be holding his breath in anticipation. No he’s watching two hot guys make out as another is taking his shirt off. He’s more than a little pervy.
The door of the bus opens and a nice looking guy comes in. Elijah thinks that this orgy is just getting better and better, but the guy only smiles to him and sits in the driver’s seat. Billy leads him to the couch and he catches a glimpse of Dominic pulling Orlando into the bedroom. Shit. He’s missed it. He can only pout for a moment though.
“We ‘ave to sit do’n now. Craig doesn’t li’e when we’re walkin’ round in ‘ere.” Billy is so sexy. Elijah loves the voice, the lips, the…everything. He has to wonder though, why he’s not in the bedroom with the others. Was this planned? Did Billy get left out a lot.
Billy is taking off his shoes and Elijah silently curses himself for wearing stupid chucks. He really didn’t have to lace them all the way up. But did he know he’d be getting it on with the basest of In Bloom tonight? As he struggles with the shoes, Billy continues to kiss Elijah on the neck and ears but it’s now at a different angle. It feels different from the front and Elijah so wants to taste Billy’s lips. He tilts his head down to do so but Billy moves with a smile.
And Elijah closes his eyes as Billy sucks lower. He wonders if he’ll have a hickey on his collarbone. What is that sound? Oh. God. He realizes that the sound coming from the back of the bus is Dominic and Orlando having sex. Or at least they are pretty close. He wishes he was in there right now. Wait. Or not.
Because now Billy’s got Elijah’s first shirt on the ground and is scrunching the other one higher over his chest. Billy gets one bronzed nipple in his mouth and Elijah can’t help but close his eyes and arch forward to that warm mouth and insanely flickering tongue. Holy Fuck. He’s pressing his hard cock upward to rub against Billy. Billy fucking Boyd. He must be still drunk ‘cause he still can’t quite wrap his head around the whole concept. He’s on a moving tour bus with a fucking rock idol and yeah…the driver is only a few feet away.
He opens his eyes and peers over Billy’s shoulder to look at the driver. “Is…is he…watching?” He asks quietly. Apparently not quietly enough because Craig snorts a laugh out and Elijah feels like a complete tool. The noises are still coming from the back except now they’ve escalated into ‘oh fuck’ and ‘make me come’ and finally a yell of release followed by another much louder Orlando sounding one.
“That sounded….” Billy starts looking up from Elijah’s chest. His eyes are more jade now then emerald. Elijah has to write that down when he gets to a computer next.
“Fucking awesome.” He finishes. He really wants to fuck Billy now. Or have Billy fuck him. Or get head. Anything would be good right now. He rubs up again trying to convey that special message to Billy and Billy gets it but the bus is stopping and is off Elijah in a few seconds.
“We’re at the hotel.” Elijah watches Billy pound at the door. He looks at his clothes. Shirt and shoes on the floor. Other shirt hiked up practically around his neck. Should he put those shoes back on? Fuck that. He only just gets his shirt down when Dominic and Orlando burst out of the bedroom.
“I love your shoes.” Orlando exclaims and snatches them up along with Elijah’s hand and he’s being pulled out of the bus. He hears the other two conversing behind them as they get off the bus.
“Tha’ was so good even I need a fag.”
“Bill, you are a fag.” Dominic states the obvious. “How’d things go with him.” They are talking about him but Elijah doesn’t care. He knows he’s going to get some tonight.
“Ech. We didna get far wi’ Craig breathin’ down our necks.” And Dominic must have given him a strange look. Billy hastily adds a: “Not really, Dom. Someone ‘ad ta be drivin’ the bus.”
Dominic laughs. “Well I was right to start him off small.” And lets out an ‘ow’ that may have been caused by being hit by Billy. Elijah’s not sure. Wait no. Elijah doesn’t care. Orlando is holding his hand through the hotel lobby and his sock feet are cold as they stumble first over pavement then on swanky marble. Nice motel. Nice Elevator. Levitator. He remembers his dad calling it that all the time. He used to think it was funny…when he was 6. His dad still calls it that.
“Levitator.” He says out loud. No, not sober yet. He wonders if this would be a whole lot more frightening if he was.
The elevator door close and Orlando leans forward to kiss him on the mouth. And it’s not one of those auntie/grandma kisses either. It’s one of those ‘I’m going to devour you in all of five seconds’ kisses and Elijah wonders what is wrong with Billy fucking Boyd who doesn’t like to kiss on the mouth. Orlando kisses like it’s going to be outlawed soon and he’d better get in as much kissing time as possible before that happens. Not that Elijah’s complaining but he’d like to breathe. What was his body doing picking that exact time to want to function when it clearly hasn’t been all night?
The nibbles that Orlando expertly dispenses along with the open mouth tongue running along the roof of his mouth and back out to lick his lips, ends all too soon with the ding sound and them moving again. Fuck moving. Orlando can fuck him in the elevator.
But of course that’s not on the menu…along with le possion. “C’mon.” Orlando continues to grasp his now sweaty hand. They step out and Elijah looks--actually looks--at the room. He’s never seen an elevator open to a room before. Rich bastards got the penthouse suit. Apparently. Since Elijah has never been in a penthouse suite, he has to guess this is what it looks like. He has to resort to all the movies he’s seen of there being an elevator that opened into a room.
“Sweet, innit?” Orlando whispers and reaches his hands into Elijah’s shirt. Cold hands work the material up over Elijah’s head as he stretches upward helpfully to get his shirt off. Orlando has two free hands. Elijah makes a mental note to look for his shoes before he leaves. If he leaves. Now Orlando works with the laces at the front of his shorts. God, did he pick the hardest clothes to get out of on purpose? Not really. He’s surprised at the quickness Orlando gets him completely naked. His dick out there for the three of them to see. Thank God he’s hard. He’s been told that he’s a grower…not a shower. Whatever the fuck that means.
Should he feel stupid for being completely naked when they’re not? He looks around for Dominic and Billy and finally spies them when Orlando heads him in the direction of a bedroom. More than one bedroom? Shit that’s cool. No wait. That’s cool.
Dominic and Billy are naked and on the bed. Billy on top pinning down Dominic’s hands and rubbing his prick alongside Dominic’s. Elijah has never seen something so fucking hot. Or has he? He’s watched a lot of porn but nothing…absofuckinlutly nothing has ever been this real. This close. He almost just wants to watch. Almost.
There is a faint rustle of clothing behind him that he almost misses because he’s so intent on watching the guys on that bigass bed, but he doesn’t miss the cock pressing into the small of his back. He reaches back with one hand to wrap his hand around…shit that’s big. Elijah wonders if he can take something that size. He’s only ever received once before. And that was a long time past.
As if reading his mind Orlando mumbles: “You’ve been with a guy before?” It comes out more like a statement but it’s definitely a question. And Elijah manages to moan out a ‘yeah’. But he doesn’t sound sure enough he supposes because Orlando steps out from behind him to face him. He kisses him a few more times and slowly slips to his knees.
God, from this angle Orlando’s mouth is in direct contact with his abdomen and Elijah knows why Dominic wrote Ugly/Beautiful for Orlando. Those dark eyes were fucking him up already and Orlando hasn’t even begun to suck his dick. But he doesn’t have long to wait.
Orlando trails his tongue downward over his tattoo. A smaller version of Orlando’s. A little farther down. And soon Orlando’s got his whole mouth around Elijah’s cock sucking like a fucking hoover vacuum. He knows he’s not going to last long at all this round. He cums jerking at Orlando’s face with a ‘sorry’ and relishes at the sight of the drummer swallowing.
“Don’t worry. They’re not even done yet.” Orlando pulls him over to the bed where Dominic and Billy are still rubbing but breathing heavier. With one look from Dominic, Billy stops and gets up off of him. Elijah knows who’s in charge and it never was Billy.
Dominic pulls Orlando close and says only loud enough for Elijah to catch as well: “We should show him what In Bloom really means.” Orlando obediently turns to all fours on the bed while Billy comes back, a tube in hand.
“Fuk ‘e looks pri’ey li’ tha’.” Billy exclaims and slaps the tube into Dominic’s hand before positioning himself on the other side, over by Orlando’s head. Elijah can not believe he’s seeing this. Can not believe he’s here. Never in a million years.
Dominic coats his fingers with a healthy amount of lube and slides two in right away. Orlando gives a slight gasp and Elijah knows it’s in pleasure not pain. He looks over and makes eye contact with Billy who’s waiting patiently. Unbelievably hard. Damn. They would not have started him out small. But Billy waits. He knows he has to. Dominic hasn’t said to move.
Each curl of Dominic’s fingers inside, makes Orlando writhe. Elijah thinks this is the best porn movie he’s ever watched. Only it’s not a movie. He’s in it. And he thinks he should probably be doing something too, but Dominic hasn’t said to move. Funny how he feels like he has to obey the rules.
Just when Orlando is moaning loudly and making little twitchy backwards movements, Dom pulls his fingers out and Elijah hears a cry that may have come from either him or Orlando. But he guesses it’s procedure. Fingers come out…cock goes in. Just like something in real life. Yeah. Except this *is* real life. Fucking hell the cock goes in part is intense. First just a little and then Orlando bucks back taking almost all of Dominic’s length inside. Everyone on the bed inhales sharply. The sight is too surreal. Then Orlando starts moving back and forth and reached forward with his mouth to take Billy’s dick inside it. Billy sort of looks at Dominic to see if it’s okay, but is met with closed eyes.
The three of them move with synchronicity. Dominic into Orlando pushing forward onto Billy. The only thing that’s odd is Orlando’s cock swinging between his legs. Dominic goes to reach for it but Elijah’s hand gets there first. He needs to be a part of this too. He couldn’t be paid to be left out.
Dominic and Billy are already so close that it only takes a few quick thrusts and a couple flicks of Orlando’s tongue before they are cuming with an overlapping stream of words. Dominic’s in German and Billy almost chanting to the trinity that Elijah thinks he just may be in Catholic church again. That was one good thing about his mother leaving. He didn’t have to go to church when she was gone.
Orlando hasn’t come but he pistons wildly before spilling all over Elijah’s hand and the bed. He has a few choice words to say about God as well. And they all collapse on each other completely satiated. Elijah wonders where they’ve been all his life and he hears Billy exclaim: “He’ll do.”
*****
“This is good shit!” Elijah says smoothly as he takes another draw off the pipe. He watches the embers inside the bowl turn fiery red and he wishes he could take more but his lungsthroatmouth are already full of smoke. He chokes slightly before exhaling and passes it to Billy who is laying up against Dominic’s chest wearing *his* board shorts. Laces undone.
“Our manager’s son, Jack, gave me this. He always gets the best. Sharon wants him to stop, wants us to sober up, but what would that do to our hard-earned bad-boy image.” Billy has handed him the pipe so he stops talking and starts toking.
“Nothin’, Dom.” Billy says still breathing out. He reaches for the bottle of JD on the bedside table, unscrews the lid and takes a drink. Elijah thinks he’s a maniac. He’s never drank JD straight. Ever. No he likes his stomach intact thank you.
Elijah watches the smoke curl out of Dominic’s beautiful mouth in what almost looks like a pattern. “Where’s Orlando?” Elijah was wondering the same thing but didn’t mention it. Maybe Orlando needed to take a piss. Or maybe he’s just passed out. Either’s a possibility after what they just did. But now it seems the most important thing on his mind as he gets up off the bed and searches the suite for the missing guy.
A search in the bathroom and the other two bedrooms proves to be a failure but he notices that the balcony doors are open. Sure as shit, Orlando is sitting out there still only wearing his boxers. It looks to Elijah that Orlando has his own bottle of JD. Nasty bastards. Going to give themselves all…ah. Liquor death or whatever.
He just sits down silently. He doesn’t have to ask why Orlando is out here. He feels it too. There is a change here that they all can’t quite grasp yet. Elijah’s sure that the drugs aren’t working. He’s thinking too much. He reaches out for the bottle that he’s sworn never to drink straight. Well he’s not straight. So he’s drinking it gay.
Author: Christina
Series Rating: PG-13 to NC-17 (this part NC-17)
Pairing: Lij/the Band.
Summary: An AU fic. Lij is a fan and Dom, Billy and Orlando are all part of the band. Will Lij be their Yoko Ono?
Disclaimer: Well that just wouldn’t be any fun, would it?
Author’s Notes: Title from Nirvana. Special thanks to Liv...for being such a fangirl! Still more thanks to Raven for keeping me sane. All my lovin's to Charity.
Billy’s mouth is so hot against Elijah’s neck and his hands are finding the buttons to his top shirt. He needs to get some action here because now he sees Dominic reaching into Orlando’s pants and Elijah thinks it just might be a little perverted of him to be holding his breath in anticipation. No he’s watching two hot guys make out as another is taking his shirt off. He’s more than a little pervy.
The door of the bus opens and a nice looking guy comes in. Elijah thinks that this orgy is just getting better and better, but the guy only smiles to him and sits in the driver’s seat. Billy leads him to the couch and he catches a glimpse of Dominic pulling Orlando into the bedroom. Shit. He’s missed it. He can only pout for a moment though.
“We ‘ave to sit do’n now. Craig doesn’t li’e when we’re walkin’ round in ‘ere.” Billy is so sexy. Elijah loves the voice, the lips, the…everything. He has to wonder though, why he’s not in the bedroom with the others. Was this planned? Did Billy get left out a lot.
Billy is taking off his shoes and Elijah silently curses himself for wearing stupid chucks. He really didn’t have to lace them all the way up. But did he know he’d be getting it on with the basest of In Bloom tonight? As he struggles with the shoes, Billy continues to kiss Elijah on the neck and ears but it’s now at a different angle. It feels different from the front and Elijah so wants to taste Billy’s lips. He tilts his head down to do so but Billy moves with a smile.
And Elijah closes his eyes as Billy sucks lower. He wonders if he’ll have a hickey on his collarbone. What is that sound? Oh. God. He realizes that the sound coming from the back of the bus is Dominic and Orlando having sex. Or at least they are pretty close. He wishes he was in there right now. Wait. Or not.
Because now Billy’s got Elijah’s first shirt on the ground and is scrunching the other one higher over his chest. Billy gets one bronzed nipple in his mouth and Elijah can’t help but close his eyes and arch forward to that warm mouth and insanely flickering tongue. Holy Fuck. He’s pressing his hard cock upward to rub against Billy. Billy fucking Boyd. He must be still drunk ‘cause he still can’t quite wrap his head around the whole concept. He’s on a moving tour bus with a fucking rock idol and yeah…the driver is only a few feet away.
He opens his eyes and peers over Billy’s shoulder to look at the driver. “Is…is he…watching?” He asks quietly. Apparently not quietly enough because Craig snorts a laugh out and Elijah feels like a complete tool. The noises are still coming from the back except now they’ve escalated into ‘oh fuck’ and ‘make me come’ and finally a yell of release followed by another much louder Orlando sounding one.
“That sounded….” Billy starts looking up from Elijah’s chest. His eyes are more jade now then emerald. Elijah has to write that down when he gets to a computer next.
“Fucking awesome.” He finishes. He really wants to fuck Billy now. Or have Billy fuck him. Or get head. Anything would be good right now. He rubs up again trying to convey that special message to Billy and Billy gets it but the bus is stopping and is off Elijah in a few seconds.
“We’re at the hotel.” Elijah watches Billy pound at the door. He looks at his clothes. Shirt and shoes on the floor. Other shirt hiked up practically around his neck. Should he put those shoes back on? Fuck that. He only just gets his shirt down when Dominic and Orlando burst out of the bedroom.
“I love your shoes.” Orlando exclaims and snatches them up along with Elijah’s hand and he’s being pulled out of the bus. He hears the other two conversing behind them as they get off the bus.
“Tha’ was so good even I need a fag.”
“Bill, you are a fag.” Dominic states the obvious. “How’d things go with him.” They are talking about him but Elijah doesn’t care. He knows he’s going to get some tonight.
“Ech. We didna get far wi’ Craig breathin’ down our necks.” And Dominic must have given him a strange look. Billy hastily adds a: “Not really, Dom. Someone ‘ad ta be drivin’ the bus.”
Dominic laughs. “Well I was right to start him off small.” And lets out an ‘ow’ that may have been caused by being hit by Billy. Elijah’s not sure. Wait no. Elijah doesn’t care. Orlando is holding his hand through the hotel lobby and his sock feet are cold as they stumble first over pavement then on swanky marble. Nice motel. Nice Elevator. Levitator. He remembers his dad calling it that all the time. He used to think it was funny…when he was 6. His dad still calls it that.
“Levitator.” He says out loud. No, not sober yet. He wonders if this would be a whole lot more frightening if he was.
The elevator door close and Orlando leans forward to kiss him on the mouth. And it’s not one of those auntie/grandma kisses either. It’s one of those ‘I’m going to devour you in all of five seconds’ kisses and Elijah wonders what is wrong with Billy fucking Boyd who doesn’t like to kiss on the mouth. Orlando kisses like it’s going to be outlawed soon and he’d better get in as much kissing time as possible before that happens. Not that Elijah’s complaining but he’d like to breathe. What was his body doing picking that exact time to want to function when it clearly hasn’t been all night?
The nibbles that Orlando expertly dispenses along with the open mouth tongue running along the roof of his mouth and back out to lick his lips, ends all too soon with the ding sound and them moving again. Fuck moving. Orlando can fuck him in the elevator.
But of course that’s not on the menu…along with le possion. “C’mon.” Orlando continues to grasp his now sweaty hand. They step out and Elijah looks--actually looks--at the room. He’s never seen an elevator open to a room before. Rich bastards got the penthouse suit. Apparently. Since Elijah has never been in a penthouse suite, he has to guess this is what it looks like. He has to resort to all the movies he’s seen of there being an elevator that opened into a room.
“Sweet, innit?” Orlando whispers and reaches his hands into Elijah’s shirt. Cold hands work the material up over Elijah’s head as he stretches upward helpfully to get his shirt off. Orlando has two free hands. Elijah makes a mental note to look for his shoes before he leaves. If he leaves. Now Orlando works with the laces at the front of his shorts. God, did he pick the hardest clothes to get out of on purpose? Not really. He’s surprised at the quickness Orlando gets him completely naked. His dick out there for the three of them to see. Thank God he’s hard. He’s been told that he’s a grower…not a shower. Whatever the fuck that means.
Should he feel stupid for being completely naked when they’re not? He looks around for Dominic and Billy and finally spies them when Orlando heads him in the direction of a bedroom. More than one bedroom? Shit that’s cool. No wait. That’s cool.
Dominic and Billy are naked and on the bed. Billy on top pinning down Dominic’s hands and rubbing his prick alongside Dominic’s. Elijah has never seen something so fucking hot. Or has he? He’s watched a lot of porn but nothing…absofuckinlutly nothing has ever been this real. This close. He almost just wants to watch. Almost.
There is a faint rustle of clothing behind him that he almost misses because he’s so intent on watching the guys on that bigass bed, but he doesn’t miss the cock pressing into the small of his back. He reaches back with one hand to wrap his hand around…shit that’s big. Elijah wonders if he can take something that size. He’s only ever received once before. And that was a long time past.
As if reading his mind Orlando mumbles: “You’ve been with a guy before?” It comes out more like a statement but it’s definitely a question. And Elijah manages to moan out a ‘yeah’. But he doesn’t sound sure enough he supposes because Orlando steps out from behind him to face him. He kisses him a few more times and slowly slips to his knees.
God, from this angle Orlando’s mouth is in direct contact with his abdomen and Elijah knows why Dominic wrote Ugly/Beautiful for Orlando. Those dark eyes were fucking him up already and Orlando hasn’t even begun to suck his dick. But he doesn’t have long to wait.
Orlando trails his tongue downward over his tattoo. A smaller version of Orlando’s. A little farther down. And soon Orlando’s got his whole mouth around Elijah’s cock sucking like a fucking hoover vacuum. He knows he’s not going to last long at all this round. He cums jerking at Orlando’s face with a ‘sorry’ and relishes at the sight of the drummer swallowing.
“Don’t worry. They’re not even done yet.” Orlando pulls him over to the bed where Dominic and Billy are still rubbing but breathing heavier. With one look from Dominic, Billy stops and gets up off of him. Elijah knows who’s in charge and it never was Billy.
Dominic pulls Orlando close and says only loud enough for Elijah to catch as well: “We should show him what In Bloom really means.” Orlando obediently turns to all fours on the bed while Billy comes back, a tube in hand.
“Fuk ‘e looks pri’ey li’ tha’.” Billy exclaims and slaps the tube into Dominic’s hand before positioning himself on the other side, over by Orlando’s head. Elijah can not believe he’s seeing this. Can not believe he’s here. Never in a million years.
Dominic coats his fingers with a healthy amount of lube and slides two in right away. Orlando gives a slight gasp and Elijah knows it’s in pleasure not pain. He looks over and makes eye contact with Billy who’s waiting patiently. Unbelievably hard. Damn. They would not have started him out small. But Billy waits. He knows he has to. Dominic hasn’t said to move.
Each curl of Dominic’s fingers inside, makes Orlando writhe. Elijah thinks this is the best porn movie he’s ever watched. Only it’s not a movie. He’s in it. And he thinks he should probably be doing something too, but Dominic hasn’t said to move. Funny how he feels like he has to obey the rules.
Just when Orlando is moaning loudly and making little twitchy backwards movements, Dom pulls his fingers out and Elijah hears a cry that may have come from either him or Orlando. But he guesses it’s procedure. Fingers come out…cock goes in. Just like something in real life. Yeah. Except this *is* real life. Fucking hell the cock goes in part is intense. First just a little and then Orlando bucks back taking almost all of Dominic’s length inside. Everyone on the bed inhales sharply. The sight is too surreal. Then Orlando starts moving back and forth and reached forward with his mouth to take Billy’s dick inside it. Billy sort of looks at Dominic to see if it’s okay, but is met with closed eyes.
The three of them move with synchronicity. Dominic into Orlando pushing forward onto Billy. The only thing that’s odd is Orlando’s cock swinging between his legs. Dominic goes to reach for it but Elijah’s hand gets there first. He needs to be a part of this too. He couldn’t be paid to be left out.
Dominic and Billy are already so close that it only takes a few quick thrusts and a couple flicks of Orlando’s tongue before they are cuming with an overlapping stream of words. Dominic’s in German and Billy almost chanting to the trinity that Elijah thinks he just may be in Catholic church again. That was one good thing about his mother leaving. He didn’t have to go to church when she was gone.
Orlando hasn’t come but he pistons wildly before spilling all over Elijah’s hand and the bed. He has a few choice words to say about God as well. And they all collapse on each other completely satiated. Elijah wonders where they’ve been all his life and he hears Billy exclaim: “He’ll do.”
*****
“This is good shit!” Elijah says smoothly as he takes another draw off the pipe. He watches the embers inside the bowl turn fiery red and he wishes he could take more but his lungsthroatmouth are already full of smoke. He chokes slightly before exhaling and passes it to Billy who is laying up against Dominic’s chest wearing *his* board shorts. Laces undone.
“Our manager’s son, Jack, gave me this. He always gets the best. Sharon wants him to stop, wants us to sober up, but what would that do to our hard-earned bad-boy image.” Billy has handed him the pipe so he stops talking and starts toking.
“Nothin’, Dom.” Billy says still breathing out. He reaches for the bottle of JD on the bedside table, unscrews the lid and takes a drink. Elijah thinks he’s a maniac. He’s never drank JD straight. Ever. No he likes his stomach intact thank you.
Elijah watches the smoke curl out of Dominic’s beautiful mouth in what almost looks like a pattern. “Where’s Orlando?” Elijah was wondering the same thing but didn’t mention it. Maybe Orlando needed to take a piss. Or maybe he’s just passed out. Either’s a possibility after what they just did. But now it seems the most important thing on his mind as he gets up off the bed and searches the suite for the missing guy.
A search in the bathroom and the other two bedrooms proves to be a failure but he notices that the balcony doors are open. Sure as shit, Orlando is sitting out there still only wearing his boxers. It looks to Elijah that Orlando has his own bottle of JD. Nasty bastards. Going to give themselves all…ah. Liquor death or whatever.
He just sits down silently. He doesn’t have to ask why Orlando is out here. He feels it too. There is a change here that they all can’t quite grasp yet. Elijah’s sure that the drugs aren’t working. He’s thinking too much. He reaches out for the bottle that he’s sworn never to drink straight. Well he’s not straight. So he’s drinking it gay.