The rigid brick dug into the flesh of Eli's back. A growl snarled from the boy's throat. His green eyes darkening as a warm body collided with his own, causing the brick to dig a little deeper. A set of sharp teeth sank into the flesh of his neck, a moan staggering from the boy's plump lips. Eli shuddered as Fitz traced his tongue up Eli's neck, breathing on his ear.

"You taste so good, Emo boy," Fitz whispered huskily.

Eli whimpered in response, his tough exterior completely dissolving under Fitz's control. Fitz's blue eyes came into view only a moment before he crushed his lips to Eli's, parting at a hungry pace. Eli thrusted his tongue into Fitz's mouth, and explored every inch. The concentration Fitz had simmered as Eli massaged his tongue with his own, bringing a strangled moan to Fitz's throat. Eli's hard arousal pressed against Fitz's thigh, silently voicing how ready he was.

Fitz slid his hand down Eli's chest and stomach before massaging the bulge fighting against Eli's tight skinny jeans. Eli gasped, his breathing becoming unsteady. Fingernails mimicked the pain Eli felt from the small red bricks on Fitz's back as he continued rubbing the rough material against his dick. Eli grabbed Fitz's hips firmly, pulling him closer in an attempt to rub their hips together. They grunted softly in unison, their eyes growing cloudy with need.

Fitz quickly unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, ripping them down after he scanned for possible intruders around them. As Fitz's jeans fell, Eli was busy trying to push down his own, his throbbing erection between his large fingers, waiting. Fitz didn't waste any time; he quickly picked the boy up, crushing their lips together once more. Eli wrapped his legs tight around his waist and placed his hands on his lover's shoulders, Fitz's erection now poking the underside of his thigh. Eli's heartbeat sped up in anticipation, ready for whatever Fitz wanted.

Fitz repositioned Eli over that sharp brink, rewarding himself with a strained moan. Two of his largest fingers slipped between his lips, gathering a wet lube for his length. Once he was primed, his moist fingers then entered Eli, preparing him for a much larger intrusion. Eli's rough groan sent chills down Fitz's spine, his dick twitching in response. The smirk on Fitz's face grew more pronounced as he watched Eli's face twist in pleasure, his fingers pumping in and out. Fitz removed himself, but he swiftly replaced the sudden ache with his length.

Eli practically screamed, "Fuck, Mark!"

"Shh," Fitz hummed, his head falling onto Eli's clothed shoulder.

Groans stirred the tension between them as his thrusts went deeper. Eli bit down on his bottom lip as his head rolled back to rub against the uncomfortable wall, his hair tangling with each bounce of his body. Their pace quickened with the rate of their breathing, each boy barely hanging on.

Eli grasped what he could of Fitz's short hair, his other hand moving to grip his own erection. The jade color of his eyes disappeared as he soothed himself in time with Fitz's thrusts. Blue eyes opened to watch Eli please himself, his own climax surfacing with each passing second.

Ultimate bliss overcame Eli, causing him to shake between his lover and the wall claiming him from behind. Eli's panting eased past parted lips as Fitz released himself inside of him, moaning his name with slowing hips. Both of their bodies were damp and heavy, and there was little rushing intended before they went their separate ways.

They always parted with the same suggestion, "Let's do this again sometime."